My Happiness Academy

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I am an 18-year-old male with poor academic performance. I am relatively introverted and enjoy pornography, BDSM, drawing,

and games. Due to my poor grades in high school, I transferred to art school and was admitted to an art college. The school has three departments:

Fine Arts, Music, and Dance, each with its own classes in each year.

About two weeks ago, I found a black ring on the street. It looked like obsidian and felt

quite comfortable on my finger, so I just took it. That night, I had a strange dream in which I could control all inanimate

objects at will. I was having a great time when I woke up, and the ring on my finger

was gone. Since it was a found ring, I didn't think much of it.

Today was the first day of school. After getting up and having breakfast, I put on my headphones, hopped on

my bike , and slowly headed towards the school. Along the way, I imagined what the school would be like. I'd heard that art schools

have lots of beautiful girls; how awesome would it be to get a few and "train" them? Before I knew it, I was near the school.

Tall , providing plenty of shade for pedestrians. The school gate was a rather ordinary sliding gate, not

the grand and imposing gate typical of universities. I thought to myself, "Could this be a scam school? It looks like

a small, run-down place." I got off my bike and led it inside, curiously looking around (actually, looking for

pretty girls). Once inside, the first thing I saw was a small playground, surrounded by several 6-seater... The tall building

gave it the feel of an old school. Then I saw several signs on the playground: Fine Arts,

Music, and Dance. I figured that was probably where the registration was. It didn't seem like many people were registering.

I walked towards the Fine Arts sign. As I approached, I saw a very quiet girl with

long She wore a simple white dress and a silver hair clip,

sketching something in a sketchbook. She had an ethereal, otherworldly beauty. I suppressed my lustful gaze and

approached her looked up at

me, and smiled, replying, "Yes, student. Please bring your admission notice for inspection, and fill out a form."

She then took out a piece of paper from under the table. I don't remember exactly what it was, only that smile

and that gentle voice. Instinctively, I filled out the form and handed it over, completing the registration process. Then I was told I was

assigned to Class 3 of the first year and to wait for my class teacher in the classroom. I parked my bike in the bike shed and went to find

my class. Her image kept flashing through my mind the whole way. I found the classroom in a daze, and only after sitting down did I realize

I hadn't even asked her name. I instantly felt like a pig. When I came to my senses, I found there were already

a few , all girls, and they were quite pleasing to the eye. So I found a seat near the back and

secretly admired them. After about four minutes, the classroom was almost full. A girl sat next to me.

I looked around and realized there were only three boys and the remaining seven were girls. Since each person had their own seat,

it wasn't awkward. When the homeroom teacher arrived, my eyes lit up. She had a great figure, especially her breasts, which

were at least a 36E. She wasn't exactly a goddess, but she was at least pretty. She introduced herself; her surname was Yang, and her name

was Yang Na. Then we started introducing ourselves. I paid special attention to

the introductions of the pretty girls and two boys in the class. One of them was named Zhang Ting, a big-eyed beauty with a very good appearance, but unfortunately, her breasts were a bit small,

only a B cup. Another one was named Chen Qin, who was well-proportioned and quite beautiful. The remaining two boys were short and thin

twins named Wenbin and Wenwu. I roughly estimated that they were no match for me. Afterwards, the class teacher arranged

some cleaning and other tasks for us, told us the location of the class's private art studio, and then we went home to prepare for the official class the next day

.

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 paintings. 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

arranging my paintings 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 six other students arrived, 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 , 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 the object was related to its hardness, mass

, and size. For example, I could control paper roughly the size of an A4 sheet, and I could only control small coins. I couldn't control larger coins,

and there were many ways to do so, such as changing their shape or disassembling and reassembling them. By

the end of the afternoon, I had a basic understanding of this ability, at the cost of a completely

foggy . I went straight to my room to sleep when I got home that night.

I woke up the next day 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 lewd,

with Zhang Ting as my target. As I expected, she was also early at the art studio. 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 starting to paint in the 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 inwards, which excited me greatly. I knew she was wearing a bra, but I wondered if it would work

where . I imagined the folds inside the bra clamping Zhang Ting's nipples, making slight twisting

movements. Incidentally, after yesterday afternoon, I discovered that if I could control something to do something, like vibration,

as long as I didn't give a stop command, the object would continue to vibrate. After thinking it over, I started drawing while

secretly observing Zhang Ting. At first, she didn't react, but after about a minute, 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 go 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, and most of the art students were drawing in the studio, the dance students were practicing in the dance studio upstairs

, and the music students were elsewhere. Classes were held in the teaching building, so the rooftop was definitely deserted. I watched

her walk to the rooftop, secretly pleased. I continued to stare at her, mentally imagining her underwear wrinkling and gripping her clitoris,

then began to vibrate and rub. Sure enough, after a while, I saw her struggling to stand, leaning against the wall. I went up

to her, "Zhang Ting, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"

She pretended to be fine and replied, "I'm fine, just my legs are sore."

I chuckled inwardly, thinking she was enjoying herself. Then I started to control the vibration of her clitoris, increasing it suddenly. She had just

said to me, "It's okay, let her do it herself." "Take a break."

Then I heard a very lewd "Ah..." which filled me with ecstasy. Her face turned even

redder, whether from excitement or shyness, I couldn't tell. She kept urging me to leave, but 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 fluid flowing down her beautiful legs; she hadn't just

orgasmed also squirted. I smiled at her and asked, "Was it good?"

She looked up with a mixture of fear and shame in her eyes. God looked at me, and I continued, "Want to stop?"

She glared at me. "Did you do this? Stop now, or I'll tell the teacher and get you expelled."

I looked at her calmly. "You can try. I didn't even touch you. Besides, if you want to

spend every moment of every day like this from now on, you can try. Unless you go to class completely naked, I

guarantee you'll enjoy this treatment every day—orgasming in front of your classmates, peeing—it's very exciting."

Under my persuasion, she gave in and asked, "What will it take for you to let me go?"

"It's impossible to let you go, but if you behave, I'll do

these things you don't, then I'll choose, for example, a school assembly, or on a bus outside the school. It depends on your

performance."

As I said this, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my excited, engorged penis. My penis is quite large, about 5

centimeters thick and about 8 centimeters long. I put it in front of her mouth. "Now you give me oral sex. If you make me feel good,

I'll let you go today. Otherwise, I'll 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 give oral sex? Never done it before?"

She shook her head. "Suck me with your mouth, lick my glans and urethral opening with your tongue, take me completely

inside until it's in 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 held

her head down 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. At first, she coughed

a few times, but then she gradually got used to it, so I increased the speed and force of my thrusting. After about 5 minutes of thrusting, I

felt like I was about to ejaculate. I didn't deliberately hold back; I told her to suck hard, and then

I ejaculated . I waited for her to swallow all the semen before I pulled out my penis, helped her relieve the vibration, and used my superpower

to dry her wet hot pants. It was actually very simple; I just controlled the water molecules to come out directly, and the pants dried naturally.

Afterwards, I asked her to wait for me after class that evening, and then we went to our respective classrooms to continue drawing. I felt

refreshed after venting my frustrations. Perhaps due to overusing my superpowers in the morning, a wave of drowsiness washed over me at noon,

and I fell asleep at my desk in the classroom. When I woke up, afternoon classes had already started, but I wasn't really in

the mood for them anyway, so I continued researching my superpower. Because of that sudden idea in the morning—using my superpower to dry my pants—I

wondered if I could make objects absorb other media, such as heat, cold, electricity, etc. So I started my

great and found that I could indeed make objects heat up and cool down. As for electrification, well, I didn't want to get

electrocuted, so that needed to be confirmed. The best subject for confirmation was naturally Zhang Ting. During this time, I noticed that

the size of had increased slightly compared to yesterday. Although not by much, it was definitely getting bigger, which was a good sign. Maybe in the future I

could really control them at will, just like in my dreams. At this moment, the school bell rang, and the students left

the classroom go home. Zhang Ting also made an excuse to stay and wait for me. I was delighted to find her so obedient; my

slave -training plan could finally begin. After everyone left the classroom, I took Zhang Ting to the art studio. Since it

was the afternoon for academic classes, the studio was completely empty, especially since school was over. On the way, Zhang Ting told me, "She..."

"Don't go late, my family will worry,"

I told him. "It's okay, it's just once in a while, I won't go every day. Come to my house this weekend, okay

?"

She nodded. "What do you want to do now? Do you want to humiliate me again?"

"Yes, let me see your naked body first. Take your clothes off in front of me now."

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 art 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 made me very excited. "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 hard this morning. Make me feel good and then we can go home."

Watching her kneel down naked and give me a blowjob, I felt a sense of conquest, an indescribable sense of

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 our separate ways.

Now I'm becoming more and more proficient with my superpowers, and I'm even slowly developing new uses for them, which

excites me. I can also use this ability to play with beautiful women, which excites me even more. So, I slowly fell asleep in this excitement

, looking forward to tomorrow.

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