Chapter 16: Healthy Body and Filthy Mind

Teacher Cinnamon gestured for silence. She wore a low-cut blouse, that gave the class an excellent view of the cleavage, that spilled out of her black lace bra. Her hand held a laser pointer, while she leaned her hip against her large, pale brown wooden desk. Her short black skirt just covered her crotch, with her garter belt visible. Long, black nylons covered the curves of her legs, and ended with black, five-inch, high heels. She wore her hair back in a ponytail, with black wire-rimmed glasses, over black eye shadow. Her black lipstick made her face appear washed out—a memory brainiac who knows the school dress code and enjoys straddling the line.

I shifted in my seat and wished I could film in the class, but Teacher Cinnamon would never allow it, and worse, she would punish me with something sadistic. Her right upper arm had a deep scar from her shoulder to her wrist. Rumour had it that her arm needed full reconstruction after she survived a missile strike at the forward administration office in Wichita. A darker rumor had it that she participated in an early experiment on cybernetic enhancements. Either way, the administration protected her, and gave her lots of support, and leeway.

“Class, quiet,” she said, even though everyone had already shut up. Her high heels clicked as she walked back and forth in front of the class. Pictures of the human body covered the classroom walls. Behind her, a sizeable cutaway penis and vagina posters, flanked the school motto poster, S.U.C.K, with a basket of fruit, apples, peaches, and bananas. My mouth watered as I stared at the banana, my favorite fruit I hadn’t eaten in years.

“Today, we will be talking about the importance of protein, as physicals, you have a high energy output, and protein is one macronutrient that the body doesn’t store,” she said and used the laser pointer to circle protein on the circle of macronutrients on the screen behind her.

“Your monitoring system can tell you when you need more,” Teacher Cinnamon said. Mine always had a protein alert on it. Maybe I would eat more protein if they served something other than pork.

“Low protein can lead to low testosterone, which means less muscle, but also a decreased ability to perform in the bedroom, both guys and girls,” Teacher Cinnamon said. She leaned over and gave the class a great view of her cleavage; her pale breasts shone in the horrible classroom lights. Her breasts almost spilled out, while the bra and her tight black shirt just hid her nipples.

“Ok, now the quiz,” Teacher Cinnamon said, as the class groaned, “Pull up the class app and be ready to answer the questions.”

A large picture of the penis’s interior structure appeared with one part highlighted. I tapped the correct answer. Over and over, the yellow highlight appeared as I tapped. The erect penis reminded me about what will happen tonight, my virginity, pussy, and ass, taken for my platinum subscribers. While the highlights appeared, I clicked and tried not to focus on the penis. My gaze kept darting to the gland of the penis. Fingers pressed the answers without my input. I finished early, placed my phone face down on the desk, as Teacher Cinnamon wanted, and gazed around the room.

Cin had her finger between her lips while she tentatively touched her screen. Jen scrutinized her screen while she mashed her fingers on the screen, often twice in rapid sequence. I put my head down and focused on my breath.

“Class, that’s it, phones away,” Teacher Cinnamon said, and the screen changed to a massive view of the vulva and vagina, with cut-out sections for the various internal parts. Shit, I zoned out. Did I answer enough questions wrong? Maybe it will seem like I studied the guy’s anatomy extra close. If the administration ever finds out that I have a photographic recall or my empathy ability, I will never get a chance to buy out my service. With four enhancements, they will never let me go.

The objects in me itched and caused my legs to spasm. I could only grit my teeth and stare at the clock. Our last class, which I usually enjoyed the most, but I couldn’t wait for it to end, and the double challenge torture to finish. I glanced around at the boys as they shifted in their seats and covered their erect members. My guts exploded in desire, fuck, this class needed to finish soon.