Canon Fodder

CHAPTER 358 INERT

I came to at the front of a large room. It appeared to be a mostly modern day class room. In the shape of a clam I was at the shorter end where the blackboard and teacher’s podium was. In front of me were tiered desks. Nothing but girls sat at the desks. All staring at me. All gorgeous. 

Sitting at the front of the desks was Hancock. She appeared to be in her early 20s. Her shirt was modest for once, no cleavage. She blushed slightly as I continued to stare at her. Apparently I was teaching a class. 

Tearing my eyes away I looked around the room. No mirrors in sight I asked, “Does anyone have a mirror?” 3 girls in the front row quickly dug into their purses. I took the one from Hancock, giving her a wink and causing her to blush. There was quite a bit of lust from the other girls in class. I needed more information to understand why. 

Opening the mirror I studied myself as the memories flooded in. I was Weston Walker. 22 years old, and a professor at Guardpoint University. This was my 2nd year teaching, and I was a wimp. 

Not so much a wimp, but not as strong as most men in the world. For as long as people could remember the men were sex crazed, blood drinking of thine enemies, roided out monsters. Most every man in the world was a 7 foot tall Bane-worthy monster. The condition they were in was considered normal. They made too much testosterone, causing them to want to fight, have sex, and that was about it. 

I was one of the few outliers. Called an Inert. I had normal testosterone levels to me, but to this world I was far less dangerous and could be trusted around the feminine population. Which was the next big change in the world. 

The women of this reality were far more submissive than I was used to. So submissive that rape wasn’t even a word in the world. If you were strong you took what you wanted. And from what I knew, the women preferred it that way. Taken care of by a roided out monster. They got off on it. That was when I got my notification. 

I closed the mirror and tossed it back to Hancock. She grabbed it with yet another blush. I wondered if she had a crush on me or something. I would worry about that later. There was more to think about. 

The world we were in was basically the 1960s, but the year was 5100. It had taken far longer to become modernized because about 85% of men were thugs. Women made up most of the workforce, government positions, and most any job men had dominated in my world during the 1960s in my original life. Over the decades the roided out men were able to get a little bit of control of their bloodlust.

Mainly an issue before they took a woman, the young ones were the biggest problem. Secluded to fight and kill one another in their own schools. It wasn’t until they married that they calmed down. The women were somehow able to absorb much of the testosterone that made men the way they were. But even these men were simple because they didn’t learn about much besides fighting when they were younger. 

Given construction jobs, custodial positions, firefighters, and most any job that required physical exertion. They kept the work for them simple and women ran everything else. Except for the few non-roided out men like me. 

Women had to be careful with who they were around or risk being taken and dominated. Women were offered more safety when they were younger, but the lower class were usually married by the time they turned 18. The upper and middle class were offered more opportunity of course, safe from being attacked and Bonded by a man. The girls would be the primary breadwinners and head of household while the boys would be happy working with their hands and not having to use their brains. 

“This is messed up,” I mumbled. 

“Professor?” One girl asked. I turned to her. 

“Yes, Abigail?” 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, sorry, let’s continue,” I said. Turning back to the board I slowly remembered where I was. “So the great battle of Gettysburg. Over 200,000 men died during this battle. Who can tell me why it was so important?”

“There were a lot less men in the country,” Abigail said, raising her hand. That was another thing, birth rates were high and mortality rates among men were very high. Because they fought and killed one another it was survival of the fittest. Women wanted the fittest. The stronger you were, the more you could dominate. 

“Anything else?” I asked. No one answered. “This was also the turning point of the war. The push South began, and led to the freeing of slaves. I know this was almost 1,000 years ago, but it was still important in the founding of our country. Now who can tell me about the loss to the-” I stopped as an alarm blared in the room. 

Girls cried out, scared as they moved under desks. As the girls became louder, I let out an annoyed sigh. Probably just another drill I still walked to the door and locked it. The red light flashing an announcement sounded in the room, “A group of men have been seen on the premises. Please take precautions.” 

I let out another annoyed sigh. The semester had only just begun but we were already dealing with this crap. Who built a college next to a fighting ring? Once a month the boys would break out, practically smelling all the women at the school. I hadn’t had any break into my classroom before, but a few had tried. It typically got ugly. A school of women, infiltrated by high octane men, the guys practically went insane with all the estrogen in the air. 

The alarm continued to blast. I heard yelling from the hall and the distinct sound of tranquilizer darts being fired. But then more yelling sounded, I guessed the dosage wasn’t working. Using Haki I could feel the stronger people moving in the hall outside. Stepping away from the door a boom sounded as the door was hit, then another boom. Girls cried out with each hit. I rolled my eyes. 

I had seen on multiple occasions women taken by one of the Roids. It was all yelling and screaming until the sex started, then they were as meek as lambs. Doing anything and everything for the man. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen in front of me again. These were my women, whether they knew it or not. 

With one final kick the door was blown off it’s hinges. The girls scattered from under the tables, all moving to the back of the room. Huddling together like sheep, trying to make sure they weren’t the ones taken. 

The 3 men stepped inside. All were almost 7 feet tall. Chests bare, they rippled with muscle. Each one could give Arnold a run for his money. Their skin red they appeared to be on something, but this was the rage or whatever it was called. Basically the guys would go into heat, and would kill anyone in their way to get to a woman that wasn’t Bonded. 

“Professor,” one of the girls said as I stepped up to the boys. I ignored her, studying the men as the notification appeared. 

Unsure what the Bond skill was I really wished I was the Weston with Identification. But I wasn’t so I would have to assume it was a good reward. 

The Roid men didn’t hardly see me. Their eyes locked on the girls, the stronger one took a step forward. I focused Nen on my fist and punched him in the face. He was thrown to the side, knocking over a desk bolted into the floor. The other 2 saw me as a threat then. Roaring, the sweaty Roids came for me but I kicked one in the face, causing his head to hit the cement block and bounce off of it. Punching the other he was thrown back into the hall.

Easy enough, my Enhanced Nen was strong enough to deal with these guys. Or so I thought. I distinctly heard Abigail scream. I turned, the first Roid I had hit had dragged himself over to the girls and grabbed her. I moved quickly as the man ripped her dress off. Not going light anymore, I punched him in the temple. His head thrown back he dropped Abigail, tossing her into the other girls. 

I was on him this time though. Punching and hitting for all I was worth his face became a black and blue pile of mush as my fists were covered in blood. Groups of Roids were always annoying. This man was first in, so he was the most dominant of 3 supercharged hormone blinded rage machines. If I beat him the others would fall back. 

When he stopped struggling and groaning I stood up. Breathing heavily I grabbed his belt buckle, powering my arms with Nen as I picked the much larger man up. Dragging him to the door the other 2 escapees were up. Both shying away from me since I had beaten their leader. 

“Take your piece of shit boss and get the fuck out of here,” I ordered throwing the man to them. They nodded and walked out. As they did they were all struck with half a dozen tranq darts. Finally knocked out they dropped to the ground. A group of women in guard uniforms walked in. 

“Everything alright?” The lead guard asked. A muscular woman I was upset that they had almost been too late. 

“Everything is fine,” I said, moving back to the front of the room. But the girls began crying. It wasn’t long until the dean was there, and the girls were given counseling. I knew I would be in a load of shit soon enough so I just sat there, counting down until I could escape the world. 

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“How did you beat them?” Leah asked. She was the Dean of the university. A shorter woman with red hair, tight skirt, and tighter shirt, she too had a nice rack. While men were more masculine, women were more feminine. I couldn’t think of a single woman I knew with smaller than a C-cup. Yet another porn worthy world. 

“Just hit them a bunch,” I said. 

“But your hands aren’t even hurt,” she said, looking at my knuckles. Nen protected me if I used the right amount, so no there wouldn’t be. “I know you were tested, but you are an Inert, correct?” In the world calling someone an Inert was basically calling a woman a cunt. 

“Do I look like a muscle bound freak?” I asked, in faux-anger. I didn’t really care about being called an Inert. 

“Weston, no offense, but you know as well as I do, these girls pay a lot of money to go to school here,” she said. “A male teacher is rare, so yes, you have a lot of leeway. But I’ve never heard of an Inert beating up a Roid before. Have you?” I didn’t answer because I didn’t need to. Guns didn’t exist in the world, but tranq darts did somehow. It was all messed up. Killing a Roid was only possible with a weapon, even then it was rare. If this hadn’t happened at the University, and they weren’t trying to keep it quiet, I would probably be in the news. 

“These girls are very impressionable. They got through high school without making mistakes. All of them are approaching that age. They need to finish their degrees before thinking of anything else. I am so thankful you stepped in…” 

“But?” I asked. 

“But I need you to take a break,” she said. I wasn’t surprised, but I acted like I was. “Just for a few weeks. With pay of course. You can write that book you were talking about. I’m just afraid that if you really beat those Roids, the girls in class may have latched onto you. After they graduate, if they are still interested, do what you want. But for now I really don’t want a scandal that my only male teacher had an entire classroom of girls submit to him. I get enough dropouts from pregnancy, I don’t need an entire class of them.” 

I let out a long annoyed sigh. “I will agree if you post a guard at my classroom’s door,” I said. “That leader may come back for revenge, and I would feel bad if something happened to my students while I was gone.” 

“Of course. Yes, I will post 2 guards in fact, thank you,” she said as if I was the one doing her a favor. I really wanted the paid time off. I could practice my Nen and Spark, and I wouldn’t be too surprised if I got a few visitors that night. 

As I walked outside of her office I took in a deep breath. Unable to hide the smile from my face I whistled while walking away. Heading down the halls as a class let out I almost made it out the door before someone yelled, “Professor!” 

I turned to see Hancock running toward me. Her name was Hancock Brooks. The same age as me she held a binder in front of her chest. Face flush as she stopped in front of me I could feel the lust from her Spiritual Energy. 

“Are you okay?” I asked. 

She blushed more, pushing her dark hair behind her ear as she looked away. “Uh yes, I was wondering if you were alright.” I was really liking this whole finding her in other worlds fun. It was interesting to know this innocent girl was such an animal in bed. She just didn’t know it yet.

“I am. I have to take a little break from class though,” I admitted. 

“What?!” She asked, more than a little upset. 

“Yep, they’re afraid some girls might be into me,” I stage-whispered. She blushed more. “I’ll be back in a few weeks though.” Turning around she followed me outside. 

“What about that Roid?” 

“What about him?”

“He might come after you,” she said. 

“I’m not too worried about him. The dean said she would post a couple of guards in the classroom until I come back,” I said. “You’ll be safe.”

“D-don’t you need guards?” She asked. 

I locked eyes with her. “Do you really think I need a guard?” I asked. 

Biting her lip she tried to hide a smile, but shook her head. “My mom could uh, she could send one though. Where do you live?” 

I hesitated, hearing the dean’s warning, but this was Hancock. My Hancock…and I was a new man. I wasn’t sure what was different, but I really had no qualms taking who I wanted. “Over on Vine Street down the way,” I said. “I gotta get going though. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

Hancock hesitated but didn’t follow. Walking off the campus there were old boat-size cars driving around. One had a huge Roid man driving it. In a normal shirt I guessed he was domesticated with a wife and kids. The coliseum where the young ones fought straight ahead I considered what I should do in the world. 

I had a few weeks off of work. I planned to practice my Nen, and with luck the new Spark skill. But I received a new move. I brought up my status screen. 

In the world, when a Roided out man had sex with a woman. Forcefully or not. It was called Bonding if the woman accepted the advance. She would absorb some of the testosterone of the man, calming him down greatly. Allowing him to join society. They couldn’t sense one another or anything supernatural like that, but the man had very little interest in other women, and the women would get off a lot more with the man.

I had the skill now, whatever it meant. I guessed I would have to figure out what it entailed. I headed off to my home. I needed to plan with the world. Since the currency was in dollars, and most Comic worlds were in America, I needed to stock up on my money while I could.