Divine Celebrity 128

There was surprisingly little to do after the match. The team had gone for a celebration, and while the head coach was supposed to be visiting the losing team and making sure there were no hard feelings, the split in the roles worked to my benefit. 

It was Coach Juana and other administrators that needed to deal with it, leaving me to deal with my own issues. It was why I had the luxury of playing with my phone as I waited for my bet to happen … well, I was learning Ancient Greek and Latin, which was not exactly a fun game, but the speed I achieved made it interesting. 

The jump in my capabilities surprised me despite their source. For the first time I had started, I truly felt like a superhero … or better, something divine. 

Speaking of divine, I corrected myself as I heard a knock on the door of the room I was currently in. The locker room that the visiting team used, thankfully already cleaned after their visit. “Come in,” I called, already with an idea about the identity of the visitor.  

Coach Juana was at the entrance, wearing a large windbreaker, that was long enough to cover even her knees. I switched apps to check the corridor, to see if there was anyone else, but it was clean. “How can I help you, miss…” I started, deliberately letting my words linger, giving her the chance to set the pace of our bet. 

After all, it only stipulated a costume, and nothing else. 

The coach took a deep breath before she unzipped her windbreaker, only to reveal she was wearing the same cheerleader outfit that a bunch of dancers had been wearing on the field as the team got absolutely reamed and demolished. 

Now, it was my beautiful coach’s turn to experience the same. 

“I … my name does not matter, sir,” she whispered as she let the windbreaker fall. “I’m just here to fulfill the bet between you and my coach … I’m the payment,”  she whispered. 

“Payment, you say,” I whispered as I let my gaze drag down. I had seen her naked, but wearing a set of cheerleader outfits that was too small for her. I had a feeling that she felt the bet was unwinnable, which left her scrambling for an outfit. “Why don’t you give me a twirl and show me the full merchandise before I accept the delivery.” 

Not that the results were bad. On the contrary, the barely fitting outfit looked even better on her, especially since she had forgone some critical parts like the shorts that were supposed to go under the tiny skirt to prevent accidents — accidents like what had just happened when she twirled, giving a full view of her generous ass — or the sports bra that was supposed to prevent her tits from pushing against her top. 

Amazing. 

She stayed with her back turned, using the opportunity to lock the door. It broke character to do that without order, but I let that slide. If there was one thing she wasn’t willing to do, it was to get caught and humiliated publicly. It was a private affair. 

Considering the implications, I had no problem with that. 

“Acceptable body,” I said after she finished locking the door. “Now, why don’t you walk closer so I can enjoy my reward, little girl.” 

“Yes, sir,” she whispered hesitantly, but as she started walking toward me, her hips danced too wildly to agree with the shyness she tried to reflect. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one that was enjoying the show. She stood in front of me, waiting for my order. 

“Why don’t you take a seat while you explain to me exactly how you’re going to pay for the failure of your team,” I whispered. 

“As you wish, sir,” she answered, this time her tone throaty enough to drive me crazy, showing her flirting game wasn’t bad when she wasn’t just passively fingered by a student. Then, she surprised me by proceeding to sit on my lap with a sexy wiggle, one that I'm sure would have made a weaker man cum. 

Her tiny skirt didn’t make a barrier, leaving the task to her thong, which was hardly better. Her back pressed against my chest while she raised her legs, displaying a lot of it. I chuckled to myself, wondering just how much she would push.

"So, little miss,” I whispered as I hugged her naked belly. “Your team failed, and failed horribly. Tell me, are you disappointed?” 

“Yes, sir,” she answered with a very gaspy, erotic voice that came extremely insincere with the answer. “It was hard to watch my boyfriend, the quarterback, fail so badly against your team, taking sack after sack.” 

“Too bad your limp-dicked boyfriend is no match against my genius tactics, especially the modified zero blitzes I pulled,” I whispered, and Juana started moving faster. Hardly the most roleplay-related sentence to mention tactics, but that was not targeting her character, but her. 

“Yes, sir,” she whispered as her hips moved faster. “Your success is … undeniable. You deserve a reward, just as my incompetent quarterback boyfriend deserves a punishment. Don’t you agree?" As she spoke, I started to realize that it was turning out to be less of a punishment than I had been expecting. Clearly, the scenario spoke to her. 

I was tempted to change the scenario a bit, but then changed my mind. Her enjoyment was hardly a disadvantage, after all. I wanted a more obedient coach and sports director  … and I was getting what I wished for very spectacularly. 

“Why don’t you show me how you’re going to punish him, then,” I said. 

 "By doing anything you want, sir," she smiled.

"The word 'anything' is very dangerous, little miss," I warned. “Are you sure you’re willing to take such a risk?” 

“Nevertheless, that’s the bet, sir. You win by a margin, and you get a cheerleader whore you’re going to use until you’re spent … in any way you wish. I promised to do anything to save the honor of my school." Confident in her sexual irresistibility, her hand went into my pants. “And, taking this hardly a chore, sir.” 

“Chore, no, challenge, yes,” I said with a chuckle. “Why don’t you go onto your pretty knees and we can start warming up,” I ordered. 

She followed that quickly, the angle giving an even better view of her slutty top. I caught her gaze as she looked up, excitement glowing in their depths. Enthusiastic, she pulled down my pants and leaned forward. 

Soon, my cock was in her mouth. It wasn’t the first time we were playing around, but the enthusiasm she displayed as she leaned forward recklessly shocked me. She was an amateur at it, with a little style, but her athletic abilities were more than enough to compensate. 

Soon, she was deepthroating my shaft without the slightest external assistance. I leaned back, enjoying her service. I only intervened once. When she reached to remove her top. “No, keep it in place,” I said to her. It was hardly an impediment from the angle, and they made her look even younger. 

“You’re a very enthusiastic cocksucker, even for a slutty cheerleader,” I commented, and she shivered. “Not very skilled, though.” 

She quit sucking me and looked up. "I didn’t have many complaints, sir. My boyfriend loves it."

I chuckled, deciding to lean into the absurdity of the roles even more. "Well, as a head coach, I’m an old man. I’m not a boy, and I expect more. I expect true worship. Do your best to take it down your whore mouth. Only pull back when you need a rest, and even then, lick it. Truly worship it."

Under different circumstances, she would have been insulted by those words. Yet, lost in her cheerleader fantasy, she gave me a determined gaze as she began to bob up and down at a steady pace, achieving the impossible rather quickly. 

"That's better slut, now work on the speed." That excited her more, and her hold tightened on my legs, using them as leverage to pull even faster. I could feel the arousal bubbling down the surface. Her amazing mouth, her costume, her surprisingly enthusiastic service … altogether, they worked fascinatingly. If it wasn’t for my supernatural control advantages, I would have already painted her throat. 

I held myself back, but my blood still boiled with desire. With lust, even, I realized, realizing that I was resonating with her the more I worked with her. 

Instinctively, I realized that I could assign her as one of my Acolytes …  and as the realization hit, some kind of fragment left me, moving toward her. My eyes widened with panic as I tried to stop it. It was too risky … not in terms of her health, as the System was very safe. 

No, it was too risky for me. If there was one thing my experiences with my own guide showed, it was very easy to be discarded once empowering someone. And, I knew too little about what Acolyte meant to trust the System to protect me as well. 

Since I couldn’t pull back the assignment, I focused on another direction, and sent the connection to another nearby target.  

Toward my armored pet, who was currently resting in my office, enjoying a large piece of lettuce. 

[Totem Animal Assigned]

That was not the notification I expected, but I knew too little to say whether it was good or bad. Distracted by that supernatural battle, I didn’t bother suppressing my reaction, and exploded in her mouth. “Don’t dare to waste a drop, little miss,” I warned her. 

Impressively, she didn’t miss a beat as I coated her throat, catching all of it as I ordered. 

Despite the mishap … an excellent start.