[Spirit of Lust] Chapter 50: Rash decisions. (Patreon)

Like William thought, it was shaping up to be a pretty bad day. Classes dragged on, he still had a dull headache, and to make things worse he couldn’t just return home when classes were over. He had to go into town to buy a lens replacement for his digital camera. That meant taking the bus in the evening, which was the time of day when they were most full. There was not a single seat available, so he had no choice but to hold onto one of the grab handles while he was surrounded by people moving, pushing and speaking loudly.

‘Ugh… Let’s just go back home. You don’t need to buy that today, do you?’

‘One of the parts is loose. I need to fix it as soon as I can.’

‘Can you at least call a woman home when we get back? Your headache is pissing me off.’

A passing thought was that Amelia was the closest woman he had, but thinking of her only made his headache even worse.

‘I think we should rest tonight.’

‘Fucking hell.’

But as William was busy having a conversation with Ishtar, a loud, high pitched scream resounded inside the crowded bus, silencing every other conversation and originating right behind him. Will turned around, curious, and saw blue eyes staring daggers at him.

“You fucking degenerate! You grabbed by ass!”

The eyes of everyone on the bus turned to him, disgusted and judging. A girl was accusing him of molesting her when he had done nothing at all. There was a burning sensation in his chest as disbelief and anger steadily grew in him. The girl was shorter than him by about a full head. Honestly, she was gorgeous. Sharp blue eyes, full lips, long blonde mane and a voluptuous body dressed in a pink long sleeved top that showed her midriff and blue jeans, both of which perfectly outlined her curves and generous tits. She looked absolutely livid as she kept screaming, “This son of a bitch grabbed my ass!”

“Dude, what the fuck!?”

“Sick bastard!”

“How can some people be so desperate?”

“He mustn’t be right in the head…”

Someone grabbed William’s wrist in a tight grip, probably to prevent him from running as people whispered and shouted insults. Everyone was looking, and indignation kept building up inside him, his body shaking with impotence as he gritted his teeth.

‘Well, this is a load of bullshit. The guy who grabbed her ass is the one beside her.’

‘Wait, you can tell?”

‘You think I wouldn’t notice when something lewd happens around me? Besides, the dirty old man reeks of pent up frustrations and is relieved they’re pinning the blame on you. Bullshit.’

William’s eyes met those of the true molester, a dark haired man in his 40s or 50s. The man noticed, and shot William a smug smile that made his blood boil. His fist clenched with such strength it made it numb. Was there any way to expose him as the true culprit? No one would hear his excuses, no one would believe him, and the man could just take the side of the girl and make him look ever worse. Then it hit him. If the man was pent up and frustrated…

‘Ishtar, can I send sexual energy to someone without touching them?’

‘Hmm? Sure. I did it that night at the club, remember? But why would you…? Oooooh. Yes, yes. That could work.’

Following Ishtar’s instructions, William set his gaze on the molester and in his mind pictured the sexual energy as a gas exuding out of him. He felt like he could see it moving like a thin, slithering snake from him and into the son of a bitch whose fault was he was in such an irritating situation. The man quickly started sweating, his face becoming red. His eyes left William, scanning the rest of the bus. By now, he must’ve been losing his reason and common sense. Sometimes, when you’re horny, you make decisions that you later realize weren’t reasonable. There’s a reason people talk about post-orgasmic clarity and say ‘when in doubt, rub one out’. What would happen if William were to overwhelm the already pent up man with Ishtar’s supernatural power? He didn’t have to think about it.

With wild eyes, the man reached his hand towards another woman and groped her breasts in full view of everyone. The woman screamed, trying to push the man away with little success, but the people around acted quickly, grabbing the molester and pinning his struggling form to the ground as people stepped away as they could.

Without uttering a single word, William got himself out of the issue. No one was looking at him anymore. Everyone understood that the true culprit was the insane man touching women in public. It felt immensely satisfying, and he allowed himself a grin at seeing justice be delivered so swiftly. And yet, there was also a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. The woman who first accused him didn’t apologize. He turned to her and saw her averting her eyes in shame, trying to ignore him. She’d made a mistake and didn’t want to recognize it. It pissed him off. People screwing others up and acting like it never had happened always did.

‘…what are you…? Hmm.’

He didn’t hear Ishtar’s mutterings. All he wanted was to give the girl a bit of a humbling lesson. When she got off on the next stop, William followed her.