Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy

I woke up to Mera’s tail wrapped around my leg like a python and Cheon’s arm draped across my chest. Both women slept peacefully, completely naked after another night of testing my new healing ability to its limits.

The alarm on my phone buzzed insistently. Monday morning. Seven o’clock. Time to face the consequences.

"Turn it off," Mera mumbled without opening her eyes, her tail tightening around my thigh.

I silenced the alarm and carefully extracted myself from between them. Cheon made a small noise of protest but rolled over and continued sleeping. The weekend had passed in a blur of sex, food delivery, and ignoring the growing media storm around my convenience store heroics.

My phone had sixty-eight missed calls from unknown numbers—reporters trying to get the scoop on the mysterious white-haired vigilante with multiple abilities. I’d watched my own viral clip enough times to see exactly what the security footage had captured: me stretching my arm to impossible lengths, opening a gate, and using Gravity Jail on the gunman. Three distinct abilities, all clearly visible, all supposedly impossible for a registered adaptive-type.

And now I had a meeting with Professor Laurana Reeves in exactly one hour.

I showered quickly, my mind racing through potential explanations. Reeves wasn’t just any teacher—she was a former four-star hero with a reputation for being both brilliant and merciless. Her hero name had been Lancer, and rumors around campus claimed she’d once impaled a villain through seventeen walls with a single spear throw.

Not someone I wanted to piss off.

"You’re overthinking," Mera said from the doorway, her naked red form leaning against the frame. Her yellow eyes tracked me as I dried off. "Just tell her what we practiced. Angelo Corp. Classified ability. Need-to-know basis."

"You think that’ll work on someone like Reeves?" I wrapped the towel around my waist.

"Maybe not," Mera admitted, walking over to run her fingers down my chest. "But it’ll buy you time. And if all else fails..." She slid her hand lower, slipping beneath the towel. "You could always use your other talents of persuasion."

I caught her wrist before she could grab me. "That’s a terrible idea."

"Is it though?" Her tail swished playfully behind her. "I’ve seen the way she looks at you in class. Like you’re a puzzle she wants to take apart piece by piece."

"That’s not sexual interest. That’s academic curiosity."

"With Professor Reeves, they’re the same thing." Mera smirked.

I pushed her hand away and stepped out of the bathroom. "I’m not seducing my professor." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Yet," Mera called after me.

I chose my clothes carefully—dark jeans, a grey button-up shirt, and an expensive black blazer. Professional but not stuffy. The outfit said "serious student" without screaming "I’m trying too hard." I needed to look like someone who could reasonably have a classified ability through a corporate connection.

By the time I was dressed, Cheon had woken up and was sitting at the kitchen counter in one of my shirts, her blue hair loose around her shoulders.

"You look nervous," she observed, sipping her coffee.

"I’m not nervous." I poured myself a cup. "I’m strategizing."

"Mhm." Cheon raised an eyebrow. "That’s why your hand is shaking."

I glanced down. My coffee was indeed rippling slightly. Annoying.

"Fine. I’m a little concerned. Reeves isn’t someone to underestimate."

"Just remember," Cheon said, suddenly serious, "your father actually did file those adaptive-type papers. So you’re not lying when you say you’re registered. The classification is legitimate."

"Except I’m not actually an adaptive-type," I pointed out. "I’m a drain-type who copies abilities."

"Details," Mera said, emerging from the bedroom now wearing one of my shirts. She looked irritatingly good in it. "The important thing is you have paperwork that says otherwise."

I checked my watch. "I need to go. Marco’s waiting downstairs."

Cheon stood and straightened my collar, her fingers brushing against my neck. "Remember, you’ve done nothing wrong. Legally speaking."

"That’s comforting," I said dryly.

"It should be." She kissed me briefly. "You’re registered. You stopped armed robbers. You’re a hero, Rome."

I wanted to laugh at that. Me, a hero? The guy who needed to seduce seven women to complete a quest? The guy stealing abilities through intimate contact? The guy who was actively trying to replace the actual protagonist of this story?

Sure. Real heroic.

Mera walked me to the door, her tail wrapping around my wrist briefly. "If she threatens you, call me. I’ll open a gate and get you out."

"I’m not going to need an extraction from a teacher meeting."

"You say that now..." Mera grinned.

I rolled my eyes and headed out.

Professor Reeves’s office was located on the fourth floor of Building A, in the corner with windows on two sides. The door was open when I arrived, but I knocked anyway.

"Enter," called a smooth, accented voice from within.

I stepped into the office, immediately taking in the details. Bookshelves lined with academic texts and what looked like ancient weaponry. A large oak desk positioned to face the door. And behind that desk, Professor Laurana Reeves herself.

She was stunning in the way a sword is stunning—beautiful but unmistakably dangerous. Her wine-red hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders. Her ruby eyes tracked me as I entered, missing nothing. She wore a white blouse with enough buttons undone to make me wonder if dress code applied to faculty, and her lips curved in a smile that revealed nothing of her thoughts.

"Mr. D’Angelo," she said, gesturing to the chair across from her. "Please, sit."

I sat, maintaining eye contact. Show no weakness.

"You wanted to see me, Professor?"

She leaned back in her chair, studying me openly. "You’ve had quite the weekend, haven’t you? Stopping armed robbers, displaying multiple abilities on camera, going viral on three social platforms..." She tapped a pen against her desk. "For someone who ranked fifty-sixth in his class, you’ve certainly made an impression."

"Fifty-fourth," I corrected automatically. "After the Battle Trials."

"Ah yes. Your performance there was also quite...illuminating." She tilted her head. "I must say, your file makes for confusing reading, Mr. D’Angelo. Registered as a Passive Null until last week, then suddenly an adaptive-type with multiple distinct abilities."

I kept my expression neutral. "My registration is current and compliant with NEA regulations."