You just found the notebook on your desk when starting class. As you read the note on the first page you smile in disbelief, but there is a pencil sitting right next to it. What's the harm in trying it out? You open the book to the first page, scrawling the name of the college across the top of it. You ponder for a moment, wondering what to write, before spotting a the cute, redheaded girl enter the class. You put pencil to paper.

"Rule: Female students wear short skirts with no panties"

As soon as the words were written, the world around you seemed to shift. The redhead walking towards you now had a much shorter skirt, so short that it seemed impossible that anyone could wear it in public. But there she was, walking towards you with her legs on full display. Your eyes drifted down her body, lingering on the hemline of the skirt, wondering if you were seeing things. As she passed by you, you couldn't help but notice the absence of any undergarments beneath the skirt. It was true, the rule was real, and this girl was already following it without even knowing it.

You look around the classroom, noticing that every other female student had already adapted to the new rule. Skirts were shortened, panties discarded. Some were blushing with embarrassment, while others strutted around confidently, enjoying the newfound freedom. You couldn't help but feel a sense of power and excitement wash over you. This was only the beginning of what you could do with the notebook. The possibilities are endless.

Current rules:
+ Female students wear short skirts with no panties

As you make your request, the female students in class exchange confused glances and nervous laughter. They have no idea what you mean by "ejaculate" or why they would need to compete for this strange new title. Nonetheless, they quickly understand that there is a price to pay for losing: being someone's personal sex slave for the rest of the day. The tension in the room rises as each girl begins to wonder if she has what it takes to win.

As the tension builds, one girl stands up from her seat and crosses over to you. She's tall with long legs, and her skirt barely conceals the dark patch of hair at the juncture of her thighs. Her expression is a mix of determination and fear as she leans in close enough for you to feel her warm breath on your cheek. "I volunteer," she whispers, eyes locked onto yours.

Her name is Jessica. You'll have to decide how to proceed from here.

You smile at Jessica, admiring her confidence. "Thank you, Jessica," you say in a low voice. "To make this more interesting, I want the other girls to vote on who they think can win." You pause for effect before continuing, "And if anyone tries to interfere or influences the voting results... well, let's just say there will be consequences."

With that, you give Jessica a reassuring pat on the shoulder and retreat to your seat.

Jessica nervously licks her lips as she glances around the room at her classmates. "I... I don't know," she stammers, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and arousal. "I've never done this for anyone before..." She looks to you, hoping for some guidance or reassurance.

Jessica glances down between her legs, blushing even deeper as she realizes you're referring to her excitement. "I... I think so," she stutters. "It's never been this strong before..." She meets your eyes again, a mixture of fear and desire etched onto her face.

"W-well," she says hesitantly, "I could try... touching myself?" Her voice trails off as she waits for you to respond.

Your eyes widen in surprise as Jessica seems to gather her courage and slowly begins to touch herself through her skirt, her fingers moving rhythmically against the fabric. You can't help but feel a surge of excitement watching her, your own arousal growing as she does. "Go on," you urge quietly, your voice rough with desire, "show me what you got."

As Jessica continues to touch herself, you watch her intently, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of her fingers gliding over her folds through the thin fabric of her skirt. Her breath quickens and she lets out a soft moan, her hips beginning to move in time with her hand. The other students in class are silent now, their attention wholly focused on Jessica's performance.

You decide to add a new rule: "Female students must watch and participate in all sexual acts performed by other female students."

As you climax inside Jessica, her body convulses with the force of your ejaculation. Her cries of pleasure fill the classroom and her legs tremble as she tries to maintain her balance on unsteady feet. The other female students watch in a mix of fascination and horror, some even feeling a twinge of jealousy at Jessica's luck--or misfortune, as it were.

As you withdraw from her, Jessica sinks to the floor, panting heavily.