Disclaimer:
This is smut, so I don't have to tell you that some of the behavior here is problematic when imitated in real life, but I will anyways coz some of y'all stupid. All characters are above the age of 18 and if you have a problem with some of the fetishes in the categories, please avoid reading this. Thank you.
Story:
Have you ever just looked at someone gorgeous enough to take your breath away and thought "That girl could totally kick my ass"?
Well I do, every time. Since the "events" of last week, everytime I look at a woman, I don't just think about her tits, her ass or her thighs like your regular incel, I think about being smothered by her boobs or being stuck in a facesit or getting my head crushed between her thighs. I need Jesus! (And no, I don't mean Jesus Fernandez the janitor!)
Another thing that changed since then is the way people around me behaved. I couldn't shake the feeling that people were talking about me behind my back and keeping tabs on me. Not a lot of people, but still. Even one was too many for the likes of me.
I was no longer a neutral observer in this gossip and drama infested college, I was now thrust into the raging storm. Although there were tonnes of juicier gossip material for the nobodies who indulged in such things to enjoy, I was a somebody now and I didn't know how to feel about that.
That slut Irene kept abusing her popularity to do whatever it is that popular girls do, as usual, but unlike before, when my eyes just happened to be staring at her fat ass or juicy tits or lethal legs, she actually caught me staring. She winked at me and showed me the universally acknowledged gesture of "shrimp dick" before she turned away and sticking her hand into her boyfriend's pants in class. She acknowledged my existence now and even that is something most men in this college would change their entire political ideology and beliefs, to experience.
My friends kept incessantly asking me about what happened to the point that I had to actively ignore them for a while. I wasn't a very good liar so they suspected that something at least had happened. I found out from them that the rumors about me were somehow being blown out of proportion.
Someone started the rumor that I like walking around naked in the dorms after midnight. Someone else claimed that I like to flash women in public and stalked Irene all the way to her house. As confused about all of this as I was, I was glad that the truth wasn't out.
One Friday afternoon in Soft-Skills class, I was blissfully staring out the window of the back seat, pretending to be an anime protagonist, when a piece of chalk, flying at what seemed like a hundred miles per hour hit me smack dab in the middle of my forehead, reflected off of it and killed a bird perched on a tree.
"Stand up you nonsense! What is- Why you do this huh?" came the voice of the angry professor. I did as I was told.
"How many times I have to tell you..." he went on for 15 minutes about the importance of education, how we're enjoying privileges people in some parts of africa don't have access to, yada yada.
"... I am a mirror, you good to me, I good to you"
If I was as ugly as him, I'd also choose to be the mirror and not the person looking into the mirror.
The rest of the class was just chilling. People at the back were playing Valorant, five people in the middle rows were asleep, two people were seriously listening to the lecture and were disappointed that it stopped.
One girl was definitely reading smut by hiding the book behind her laptop. It was one of those books which had a flower, a sword and a crown on the covers.
One girl hid her earphones in her hair and was listening to music. The others were either taking down notes or texting or playing hypercasual games to kill time.
"Since we gonna to do the debates, why don't we start with you." said professor.
"You, girl, get up" He said to the girl in the front row of the class. The water bottle on her desk had several rainbow stickers, a BLM sticker and a dew others that I didn't even recognize. Fat black square glasses rested on her cute nose, she wore her auburn hair in plaits on either side of her head. She stood at about 5'4. Her baggy lavender sweater that had daisies drawn on them and black cargo pants didn't reveal much of her body. She seemed startled when she was called.
"Your topic is: should female athletes get the same amount of pay as male athletes? You, girl, will be for" said the professor "You may begin"
Oh boy, I ain't no mind reader, but judging from what she was wearing and the way she looked at me as soon as the question was asked, I had a feeling she had some strong opinions about this.
I opened my mouth to start off with my argument "Good morning class, I would like to begin by pointing out that... " I talked about how men and women are different in many aspects and that people like to watch men's sports more than women's sports in general, until I was cut off.
"Don't you think that maybe that's because women have been historically oppressed and one form of such oppression was not allowing women avenues to participate in sports due to sexism?"
"Umm, Professor, I wasn't done with my argument-"
"People often cite that women are inferior to men in terms of physical prowess, but in 1985, Agatha Karloff and Helene Steinbeck won silver and bronze respectively in the 400m during the Olympics that year. After that year, women were banned from competing alongside men. What do you say to that?"
"That's fine and all, but-"
"Even though women, who were traditionally not allowed to play sports for centuries before the men began to play sports, at least in western civilization, I'm not too sure about the others, a woman was able to win the bronze, so what does that tell us?"
I said nothing. I didn't wanna misjudge a rhetorical question and be rudely interrupted like before, but it seemed that this time, she was waiting for my answer. The professor was sitting in his chair and looking at his phone now, disinterested in what was going on in class.
"Well, like I was trying to say earlier, I have no idea of knowing if what you're saying is the truth, but even if it is, how does that matter? People get paid for how much money they bring in through viewership, even if the women are better than men, which they are not, if no one watches women's sports, it's not fair to expect women to get paid as much as the men"
She was starting to glare at me. I could tell she wanted to hit me. She gave me the kind of stare someone who has judged me to be a chauvinist pig would "And what of the U.S. Women's Football team then? By football, I mean the real football, what dumb Americans call Soccer. They are the best team in the world, Olympic gold winners, have much higher viewership than the U.S. mens team who are not even in the top 100, yet the men still get paid more. What do you have to say to that?"
"I-"
"Come on, say something! Or have you been so blinded by sexism that you can't see reason even if it's a Ferrari or Ronaldo or whatever dumb shit it is that you boys like"
"What's with you asking questions and not letting people answer?"
"What's with you being a disgusting chauvinist pig?"
"Stop! You are deviation from topic! Very bad!" the professor tried to interrupt, suddenly bored of killing time it would appear.
But the two of us couldn't hear the professor, in fact, the rest of the room was starting to fade from vision. Kinda like portrait mode in iphones. All I could see was her making stupid emotional arguments and calling it logical. The professor also went on with the class after kicking us out. We still "debated".
"Doctor Who did not have to have a woman protagonist! There's no reason to expect that! Are you stupid?"
"Why? because only men can be smart, capable and have adventure across space and time? I bet women are second class citizens to you huh? If it was up to you, I'm sure you'd have women crawl on all fours shaking their barely covered asses while being toed to leashes! You sick pervert! That's what you get when you have dick for brains"
