You’ve come crawling to your teacher looking for sympathy. The alpha cheer captain just cruelly kicked you in the nuts and called you a virgin loser. Everyone laughed and it was extremely traumatising.
What do you want me to do about it? You want me to punish her and make her apologise to you to restore a scrap of your manhood. No. I’m not even gonna try.
Your nerdiness and neediness mark you as a future incel, and I’d prefer you be a timid incel who fears women rather than the other aggressive type with a retribution complex. If anything, I admire the girl who put you in your place. It’s more important to build up the confidence of teenage girls by teaching them that it’s okay to assault the genitals of creeps who stare at them than it is to preserve the reproductive potential of an omega loser with man-boobs.
Tears form in your eyes; this proves only proves me right about your lack of manhood. Now you get angry and threaten to report me but I won’t let that happen. There are no witnesses and you’re not wearing a cup. Your balls are still aching from the cheerleader. It’s time I taught you that girls run the world.
