Superpowers in the Art Studio

Today was the first day of formal classes. I arrived at the art studio early. The studio was on the 5th floor. After entering, I saw many easels piled up in the corner. Zhang Ting had already arrived and started arranging her easel and canvas. I greeted her, then took an easel and placed it next to her, thinking that being close to her would give me an advantage. I started setting up my canvas while chatting with her casually. I also learned a bit about her. She comes from an artistic family; both her father and mother are painters. She started painting from a young age, and has dabbled in sketching, color painting, and traditional Chinese painting. She usually enjoys listening to music, drawing, and stargazing. Her favorite color is white, and so on. Soon, other students arrived one after another, and the studio became lively. They say three women make a drama, and since the class was almost entirely girls, it was quite a lively scene. Seeing this, I couldn't join the conversation, so I put on my headphones and waited for the teacher to arrive. I heard that the teacher who was going to teach our sketching class was a recent graduate who stayed on at the school because of her outstanding performance and was assigned to teach us sketching. After a while, a tall woman walked in. It was the same person I had seen during my registration. As she introduced herself, I learned her name was Lan Feifei. She wasn't a local and lived in the school's dormitory. She spent her mornings drawing, but she had noticed a strange phenomenon while drawing: whenever she used a pencil and thought it needed sharpening, it would suddenly become sharp again. I observed this carefully, and when I consciously focused on sharpening the pencil, it visibly became sharp, just like it had been freshly sharpened. Suddenly, I remembered that dream. Could it be real? It seemed I needed to investigate this phenomenon properly, and I had to keep it a secret, or people would think I was a monster. I wasn't really in the mood for cultural studies in the afternoon, so I started experimenting with this strange ability. After the afternoon's experiments, I discovered that the ability to control the object was related to its hardness, mass, and size. For example, I could control about the size of an A4 sheet of paper, and only a 10-cent coin. I couldn't control larger coins, and there were many ways to control them, such as changing their shape or disassembling and reassembling them. By the end of the afternoon, I had a basic understanding of this ability, the price being a completely foggy head. I went straight to my room to sleep after getting home that night.
The next day, I woke up full of energy and went to school early. I sat next to Zhang Ting in the same spot as yesterday. The reason I arrived early was that I was eager to try out my superpowers and do something risqué, with Zhang Ting as my target. Just as I expected, she arrived at the studio early. Today she was wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt and hot pants, looking very energetic, which excited me. The less clothing, the easier it is to control... After we started painting this morning, I tried focusing on the t-shirt, making it wrinkle, and using the wrinkles to squeeze Zhang Ting's breasts. I saw that the wrinkles actually squeezed her breasts in, which excited me greatly. I knew she was wearing a bra, and I wondered if it would work where it wasn't visible. I tried to imagine the wrinkles inside the bra clamping Zhang Ting's nipples, making slight twisting movements. By the way, after yesterday afternoon I discovered that if you control something to do something, like vibration, as long as I don't give a stop command, the object will keep vibrating. After thinking it over, I started drawing while secretly observing Zhang Ting. At first, she didn't react much, but after about 10 minutes, I noticed her face turned red and she was slightly out of breath. I deliberately asked her, "Are you feeling alright?" She replied weakly, "I'm fine, just a little tightness in my chest, I'll get some fresh air." Then she left the studio, and I secretly followed her out. I saw her walk towards the rooftop. It was during class time, so most art students were drawing in the studio, dance students were practicing in the dance studio on the first floor, and music students were having classes in other buildings, so there was definitely no one on the rooftop. I watched her walk to the rooftop, secretly pleased. I continued to stare at her, mentally imagining her underwear wrinkling, gripping her clitoris, and starting to vibrate and rub. Sure enough, not long after, I saw her struggling to stand up, leaning against the wall. At that moment, I went up to her, "Zhang Ting, are you alright?" "Is something wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She feigned nonchalance and replied, "Nothing, just my legs are sore." I chuckled inwardly, thinking she must be enjoying herself. At that moment, I began to control the vibrations of her clitoris, increasing the intensity. She had just told me, "It's okay, let her rest for a while," when I heard a very lewd "Ah..." that filled me with ecstasy. Her face turned even redder, whether from excitement or shyness, and she kept urging me to leave. I insisted on staying with her. Suddenly, I saw her legs tighten and begin to tremble, her mouth open, breathing heavily. I knew she had orgasmed. Looking at her seductive state, I smiled. Then I noticed that liquid was flowing down her beautiful legs. It turned out she hadn't just orgasmed, she had also squirted. I smiled at her and asked, "Was it good?" She looked up at me with a look of fear and shame. I continued, "Want to stop?" She glared at me, "You did this ( "Stop it now, or I'll tell the teacher and get you expelled from school." I looked at her calmly. "You can try it. I haven't even touched you. Besides, if you want to spend every day like this from now on, you can try it. Unless you go to class completely naked, I guarantee you can enjoy this treatment every day. Orgasm in front of your classmates, peeing. It's very exciting." Under my persuasion, she compromised and asked, "What do you want to do to let me go?" "Letting you go is impossible, but if you listen to me, I will do these things when it's just the two of us. If you don't listen, then I will choose, for example, a school assembly, or on a bus outside the school. It depends on your performance." As I spoke, I unzipped my pants and took out my excited and engorged penis. My penis is not small, about 5 centimeters thick and about 18 centimeters long. I put it in front of her mouth. "Now you give me oral sex. If you make me feel good, I will let you go today. Otherwise, I will make you orgasm like this all day long." She obediently opened her mouth and took my penis in her mouth. After waiting for a long time, she didn't move.
"Don't you know how to perform oral sex? Haven't you ever done it before?"
She shook her head. "Suck my penis with your mouth, lick the glans and urethral opening with your tongue, take my whole penis completely into your throat. Hurry up." Urged on by me, she started clumsily doing it. After a few minutes, I felt it wasn't enough, so I pressed her head down with my hand and told her, "Open your mouth wide, don't touch it with your teeth. You have to drink all the semen I ejaculate. If you don't do it, I'll make you orgasm in front of the whole class later. Got it?" She nodded, indicating that she understood, and I started to insert my penis deeply. She coughed a few times at first, but gradually got used to it, so I increased the speed and intensity of my thrusting. After about 15 minutes, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I didn't hold back; I told her to suck hard, and then I ejaculated directly in her mouth. I waited for her to swallow all the semen before pulling out my penis, helping her to de-vibrate, and incidentally using my superpower to dry her wet pants (it's actually very simple, just controlling the water molecules to come out directly, and the pants naturally dried). Afterwards, I told her to wait for me after class that evening, and then we went back to our respective classrooms to continue drawing. I felt refreshed after releasing my pent-up energy. Perhaps due to overusing my superpower in the morning, a wave of fatigue washed over me at noon. I went back to the classroom, slumped over my desk, and fell asleep. When I woke up, afternoon classes had already started. Anyway, I wasn't in the mood for class, so I continued to explore my superpower. Because of the sudden idea I had in the morning, I used my superpower to dry (… I was thinking about whether I could make objects absorb other mediums, like heat, cold, or electricity. So I started my great experiment again and found that I could indeed make objects heat up and cool down. As for electrification, well, I don't want to get electrocuted, so that needs to be confirmed. The best subject for confirmation is naturally Zhang Ting. During this time, I noticed that the size of the objects I could control was a little larger than yesterday. Although not much, it was definitely getting bigger, which is a good sign. Maybe in the future I can really control them as I do in my dreams. At this moment, the school bell rang, and the students left the classroom one after another to go home. Zhang Ting also made an excuse to stay and wait for me. I was happy to find that she was very obedient. My slave training plan could start now. After everyone left the classroom, I took Zhang Ting to the art studio. Because there were academic classes in the afternoon, the art studio was completely empty, let alone after school. On the way, Zhang Ting said to me, "She can't go home late, her family will worry." I told her, "It's okay, it's just once in a while. You won't go home every day. Come to my house this weekend, okay?" She nodded: "Now you want to..." "What are you doing? Trying to humiliate me again?" "Yes, let me see your naked body first. Now, take your clothes off in front of me." She hesitated, and I took out my phone. "Take your clothes off so I can take some pictures to remember you. Otherwise, you can stay in the studio and have orgasms until tomorrow morning." In the end, she obediently took off her clothes. I took some pictures, and looking at her pink breasts and the hymen inside her vagina excited me greatly. "You're still a virgin. That's good. I don't want to take your virginity like this. Now, give me a good blowjob, like I thrust into you this morning." "Okay, make me happy and then you can go home." Watching her kneel down naked, giving me oral sex, I felt a sense of conquest, an indescribable pleasure. She was very obedient. A few minutes later, I ejaculated, covering her mouth, face, and even her breasts. After I was satisfied, we cleaned up and went home.
Now I'm becoming more and more proficient with my superpower, and I'm slowly developing new uses for it, which excites me. Being able to use this power to play with beautiful women excites me even more. And so, I slowly fell asleep in this excitement, looking forward to tomorrow.
[The End]

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