Zero Sum

Aadhan's a lazy fighting genius

"You can't text her that bro, girls don't like it when you call them out like that."

"But all I did was show her where she was wrong," Aadhan replied to his fellow cadet.

"That's even worse," his friend almost shouted, "you can't tell her she made a mistake!"

"Look, here she said I had no pictures of her on my page, but look, here clearly we are together,"

"It doesn't matter!" His friend was now almost laughing out of fright. "You don't tell girls when they are wrong. You know they are wrong, they know it too, probably, but you do NOT call them out on it."

"And look here," Aadhan continued undeterred, "she had texted me 'stop making excuses' but literally right before I had said 'I am going to do better!'" He waved his phone in front of him, as if to ward off an unseen malignant adversary.

His friend listens trying to contain his frustration, "I know how it sounds but its not about right or wrong for them," he had closed his eyes and placed his forehead on his palm.

"My poor little Aadhan," whispered Bethany, "no experience in pleasing women." Invisible to everyone, she sat among everyone at the lounging area of the military Aadhan was enrolled into. The Caliban military school was supposed to be one of the best in the land. More coerced into it rather than by choice for Aadhan.

Bethany brushed her red hair back revealing her rather large breasts. Being covered by a barely there bikini with some ancient writing scribbled on it. She wrapped herself in a sheer silk pink robe.

"But my sweet Aadhan has too much potential to be wasted on the ruined battlefields of NuAsia." Bethany said out loud but her words remained unheard. Which is just how she wanted it right now.

She looked down at him sound asleep in her bedroom. Only glimpsing into the academy by accessing the memories of Aadhan. She was a demoness of lust and desire, so her powers increased the more and more feelings of desire were directed at her.

One of those powers was activating after touching someone, she was able to access that persons memories through their dreams. The longer she touched that person the longer she would have access to them. She smiled as she looked down and brushed the hair of the passed our Aahdan, "after all the work he did trying to please me in the bedroom...that's enough touch to easily last 24 hours inside his mind."

She waved her hand through the air as if she was swiping an invisible screen, making the memories she was watching move backwards in time, it was apparent that she was looking for something in particular. She paused on a moment when some military personnel caught a young Aadhan stealing.

"They would have sent him to their work camp for sure," Bethany mused to herself. "But when they found out he was only stealing in order to have the parts to make a radio he was building from scratch," she made a menacing grin that accented her rosey red cheeks, "that's when they realized how valuable he really is."

Or so it had been years ago. Right now Bethany has Aadhan laying on her lap as he sleeps. He stirs a bit out of anxiousness, as she taps into his memories making him relive this time of his life. "Shhh, there there," she says stroking pressing his head into her lap. He relaxes again in the king sized bed that rests inside this spacious loft in the city. Bethany had many places like this around the city, for whenever she needed to have a place to lay her head down.

"I'm so sorry!" She had said when, taking the form of a girl his age and deliberately bumped into him, "I am still moving things into my new apartment, and I need to get things inside before the rain gets any worse." There was a stack of cardboard boxes she had been carrying, which were an illusion of course. But they had the intended effect of luring him into that apartment to help her move in,