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I frowned as I listened to the voicemail on my phone. I had been planning on swinging by Dani’s office after the shithole of a school I went to let out for the day. Unfortunately, Dani’s daughter had been sent to the hospital so there was no way in hell I’d be able to push her over the edge and talk her into bending over her desk today. Fucking bully bitches.

There wasn’t a decent reason to visit the lawyer untangling the inheritance I was still waiting on, that MILF with the baby I’d met while stuck in an elevator wasn’t available for the evening, which left me to head to the shitty apartment that was home. Fuck today with a rusty anchor sans lube.

Though thinking about it, maybe my hot middle eastern neighbor would be home. She had really weird hours, and maybe I’d be lucky enough to stumble into her when she was finishing her workout. What can I say, I’m a teenage boy, she’s a gorgeous, caramel skinned woman with a better physique than any of the track girls at school. And unlike the skanky girls at school, she seemed like she had a personality that was more than ‘mean girl.’

Plus, if she was in, there would be the possibility of free food. I couldn’t pronounce the majority of the dishes she made, but it was all pretty good. Though I admit, seeing her cooking a flatbread on top of an upside down wok was always weird. Still, trading meals was hardly the worst outcome of coming out of my morning shower to see her having fallen asleep on my couch by mistake after a drunken night out.

That was my plan, at least. Funny how life has a way of taking said plans and smashing them apart with all the grace of a club footed hippo trying to do the cancan. I looked the group of slanty eyed gangers in ABB colors up and down as I was held against an alley wall. Really, this shit on the first day after break?

“Is this really worth it, Jin?” I asked the gangster who was pressing his forearm against my chest. My gaze turned to the long haired one immediately behind him with a chest to rival the Queen Bitch, “Be honest, how many favors did he have to burn and how many dicks did he have to suck to get all of you to back him up?”

A quick punch to the ribs later, I had my answer. Too many. Right then, I hadn’t wanted to do this, but I could see some of them pulling out knives, and I liked my blood right where it was. Taking in a breath, black, smoke-like armor formed over my body as the air left my lungs. At the same time, a sword made of metal that was as dark as the bottom of the ocean materialized in my hands.

“Shit!” one of them screamed.

Jin pushed himself off me, stumbling back with wide eyes. The rest of the gangsters had the same expression as they tried to figure out what they had just seen. I didn’t give them the chance. There wasn't a mind within the blade, not like the inspiration behind it, but as the blade came up, cutting through Jin's shirt like a hot knife through butter and leaving a line of blood, the metal eagerly absorbed the blood, the length of the sword growing ever so slightly.

The first strike was always the hardest. It wasn't that I didn't want to hurt the bastards, or even that I was a good person who couldn't fathom taking a life, but there was just something that always resisted the idea of killing someone. But I couldn't let them get away knowing that I had powers.

Snapping the fingers of my free hand, I wove a subtle strand of energy into the sound, the strand burrowing into their brains as the sound reached their ears. Most of them fell to the ground, asleep before they hit the alleyway, but Jin and the chick with big tits were still awake. Splitting my focus between them as Jin scrambled to pull a pistol from his belt and the girl reached for something in her pocket.

None of that now. Another woven thread of energy and the asphalt under Jin’s feet was slippier than a greased waterslide. He was lucky he managed to avoid cracking his head against the dumpster when he fell, but I couldn't afford to pay any more attention to him as the top heavy tart pulled out what looked like a grenade. A grenade that made my brain itch just looking at it.

“Not a single step, or I’ll take us both out!” she shouted.

Pursing my lips under my helmet, I considered for a moment, before moving the sword to my back and letting it dissipate. It would return when I called for it. In the meantime, her having her focus on the sword meant she wasn’t paying attention to the gestures I was making with my off hand.

The energy construct I was weaving was much more complex than what I'd done previously, requiring a lot more focus and concentration. The snap had been a simple message for their lizard brains, ‘Sleep’, and Jin’s little fall had been the result of me making a frictionless barrier between his feet and the ground. What I was trying to do now was more like the former than the latter: make her brain stop processing information but without stopping all the various functions needed for basic living.

As her eyes closed, and the grenade rolled out of her hand, I felt a sense of relief. One last flick of my fingers and the grenade was covered by a small ball of air, and then a second bubble, followed by a third, each one a different layer of energy. Holding out my hand, the contained grenade floated towards me, the pin still in place.

Taking a harder look at it, even as I pointed my hand at the still struggling Jin and blasted his mind with enough energy that his mind was instantly fried. This grenade… it felt like some of the things I’d made.

Wait… was this a tinkertech grenade? Either way, I needed to get home, once I made sure to wipe any trace of me from their memories.

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“Jordan,” my neighbor greeted me as I walked past the door to her apartment. She was wearing her workout clothes: a dark green tank top that looked like it had been spray painted on, and a pair of sweatpants. She also had a bottle of water in her hand and looked a little sweaty, and damn if she didn't look good.

I stopped, turning back to her with a smile. It took a lot of effort not to look her up and down, or stare at the way her top clung to her breasts. Still, I greeted her and asked, “Afternoon Hana, anything special cooking today?”

She chuckled, and damn was it hard not to look at what it did to her chest, before answering, “I’m cooking a chicken dish, if your heating is still out, feel free to bring your homework over and work on it.”

There was a bit of ‘homework’ I was working on, something from a book that had been part of that deal I’d made two months ago. The deal that gave me my powers. I’d done quite a bit of research, and from everything I’d read my powers worked differently than most. For starters, I hadn’t had a traumatic event just before getting my powers.

But when the shadows under your bed open over three dozen eyes and offer you power in exchange for a bit of blood, you don’t exactly say no. Especially when it’s four in the morning, you’ve spent the entire night trying (and failing) to go to sleep, and thus you think it’s a freaky hallucination.

Putting the thought from my mind, I unlocked my apartment and took a quick shower before grabbing my homework and ‘spell book’ before heading to Hana’s. The smell as I let myself in was amazing, and I sat down at the table before starting in on my math homework.

All things considered, I was pretty damn lucky. Yeah, my folks were dead, just another statistic in Brockton Bay’s gang violence, and a decent chunk of the inheritance money was tangled up in the confusing mix of various laws. But the deed to the land that the apartment building was built on had been transferred to my name, and the lease brought in enough money for me to live on, despite having started high school this year.

The schoolwork from Winslow was soon done, and I cracked open the book that looked like it belonged at a magic school in the Scottish highlands. The inside wasn’t much different than the cover, though instead of the usual Latin or Greek, the spells were written in a script that looked like wisps of smoke. How I could understand it, I didn't know, only that I could.

There were multiple chapters, the largest being focused on fire, barriers, clockwork, mental effects, imbuing energy into items, and healing. Thus far, I’d most heavily studied the fourth, followed by the second and fifth. At the moment, I was reading up on a way of imbuing energy into my hands that would cause whomever I was touching to ignore my touch.

I looked up from the book as Hana set down two plates and sat down across from me. Looking over at her, she was a beautiful woman, and I couldn't help but notice the way her tank top stretched around her breasts. A bead of sweat ran down her neck, and I swallowed as my dick began to stir.

Hana smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling as she sat down across from me. My eyes followed the bead of sweat as it ran down to the valley between her breasts. I thought about the passage I’d just been reading, and of a very old saying about power and corruption. Some part of me knew what would happen, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

The food was good, as it always was, and as soon as I finished I took my plate to the kitchen and put it in the sink. Then, weaving energy around my hands the way the book had described, I walked back to the table, coming to a stop behind Hana. This was it, the point of no return.

Reaching around her, my hands sank into her breasts, the energy I’d been gathering sinking into her body. Holding my breath, I waited to see if she’d respond, even as I did my best to memorize the feel of her tits under my palms. She didn't respond, merely taking another bite of her dinner.

My cock throbbed, and satisfied that I’d done the energy manipulation right, I slid my hands down, grabbing the base of her tank top and pulling it up and off her. Her sports bra was pulled up enough to free her tits, and my hands immediately shot to her bared breasts, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Hana's tits were softer than anything I could have imagined. They were firm, but oh so soft. The feel of her nipples between my fingers was intoxicating. I couldn't help myself, I had to play with her breasts more, to see how they looked bouncing free.

And so, as Hana continued to eat her meal, I slipped off her sports bra, setting it on the table. Grabbing her tits, I started playing with them, my fingers sinking into her flesh as my palms rubbed her nipples. Her breathing grew heavy, and a bit of a blush started to appear on her face, but she otherwise didn't respond.

The temptation was too much, and I leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her lips. She didn’t respond, though she did swallow her food, her tongue running over her lips. That was enough, and I stepped back, stripped out of my pants and boxers before pulling her up out of her chair, and pushing on the small of her back so she bent over the table. Grabbing the waistband of her sweats, I pulled them down to mid thigh, unable to wait any longer.

Grabbing her hips, I guided my cock between her legs, and lined myself up with her pussy. This was it, I was about to lose my virginity. Taking a breath, I thrusted, groaning as her warm, wet, pussy engulfed my cock. Her ass was tight, round, and toned, and as I buried my shaft into her, her butt pressed against my pelvis. I gazed down, savoring the view of her bare back, the slight swell of her sides, and the curve of her ass.

Her pussy was tight, the walls clinging to my cock like a second skin. She was wet, the warmth of her juices flowing down my cock and dripping to the floor. Slowly, I pulled back, the walls of her pussy clinging to me, until only the tip remained inside her. Then, I thrusted again, and the pleasure of burying my cock into her was like nothing I could have imagined.

Slowly, I started to fuck her, watching as my dick disappeared and reappeared from her pussy. My hips slapped against her ass, the impact jarring her body, her breasts bouncing, and her ponytail shaking. I sped up, savoring the feeling of her cunt wrapped around my cock.

Leaning over her, I grabbed her tits, squeezing the soft orbs. I buried my face into her neck, inhaling her scent as her hair tickled my nose. It was intoxicating, and I could feel my climax approaching.

It was coming, my cock throbbing, my balls churning, the tension growing in my belly. My fingers tightened, sinking into the soft, pliant, flesh of her breasts. I wanted this to happen again, but I also wanted her as an active participant, something she would reject considering our age difference. Thinking back to the book, I remembered something that would make sure she'd be okay with it. It was hard to concentrate, and I knew there was something that I was forgetting about it, but I managed to weave the energy into her right as I began to cum.

My mind went blank, and all I could think about was the feeling of her pussy around my cock, and the softness of her breasts. With a primal grunt, I emptied my balls into her cunt, coating her inner walls with my seed. As my balls stopped churning, I leaned back, panting, and admiring the view. Her pussy was leaking a mixture of my cum and her own juices. Her butt and the inside of her thighs were shiny with her own fluids, her back was coated with a sheen of sweat, making her dusky skin glisten in the light.

Oh yeah, I was definitely going to be doing this again.