The Evolution of Genius: Every Night, I Get Smarter!

In the depths of those dim tunnels, a chilling transformation was undergoing infront of my eyes.

The ground, once an innocent shade of blue, morphed into a ghastly, blood-red hue.

It wasn’t just the shadow cast by the nets.

As I gazed on the crimson earth, I saw not just an altered color, but a grotesque dance of serpentine forms weaving through it. Sinister, elongated shapes resembling snakes slithered in the scarlet depths.

That mess was so damn crazy, it hit me like a ton of bricks and yanked me from my slumber, leaving me with this deep, inexplicable terror.

...

When I woke up it was still early. Surprisingly, what I felt from the creepy dream faded fast.

I grabbed my Samsung, flipped it open, and hit up arXiv, lookin’ for some number theory proofs, that I could gain an inspiration from.

"p-Adic Modular Forms and Galois Representations" by Sarah L. Chen and Birch and "Swinnerton-Dyer Conjecture for Elliptic Curves over Global Function Fields" by James A. Thorpe

Those were just two of many that I have browsed through.

At 8 AM, i realized Rick had overslept a bit and was now rushing to get ready. The flight was creeping up fast.

I glanced at the clock, growing increasingly impatient. "Come on, Rick! We gotta hustle if we wanna make that plane!"

Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer, so I stood by the door, dialed Oliv, and filled her in. "Hey, Oliv, it’s me. We’re gonna be a bit late, like 5 minutes or so. Hold tight."

Oliv’s voice crackled through the phone, and she didn’t sound too thrilled. "Well, I’m all set and waitin’ downstairs. We might need to grab a cab if we’re to make it."

I hung up and turned to Rick. "Let’s roll, man. Oliv’s downstairs and ready."

Finally, he was done, we grabbed our suitcases and bolted down the stairs.

We were in such a hurry that we didn’t even remember to lock the door behind us.

Downstairs, we were met by Oliv, who looked nothing short of alluring and elegant. She had a way of turning heads effortlessly.

Starting from her feet, she wore black shoes with medium-high heels.

Her thin legs were adorned with black, thigh high stockings, adding an alluring touch.

She wore a short black skirt, and a long, thin white blouse that cascaded just above her knees.

Beneath, a white t-shirt provided a subtle contrast, and she topped it all off with a black wide-brimmed hat.

As Oliv glanced at us, her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, "If you’re ready, then let’s move, and make it quick."

We wasted no time, and hopped into the waiting taxi.

At the airport, we navigated through the bustling terminal, checked in, and cleared security.

Minutes later, the plane roared down the runway. The wheels lifted off the ground, and the city lights below gradually faded into the distance.

Now here was the thing...

Me and Oliv flew in the first class, cause I paid for both of us.

But I didn’t pay for Rick.

Even if I wanted to, all sits were already taken.

I checked out the food lounge on board of the plane, and then slid back into my seat next to Olivia. "Hungry? They’ve got quite the spread, you know."

The options were vast – from fruit to cheese, meat to pasta, and more. Flying first class sure had its perks.

She glanced at me with those puppy-dog eyes, "Mind getting me some juice, please?"

"Absolutely," I said, heading back to snag some orange juice. "Here you go you’re all set."

The flight to Seul, the capital of South Korea would take 16 hours. So just sitting there and doing nothing wasn’t an option.

I pulled out my laptop, "Why don’t we use this time to go over the proof that you mentioned earlier, Oliv?" I said, "We could get it out of your mind, so you can relax on the plane"

Olivia told me that she didn’t get to sleep even for a minute, and she was hoping to get a little sleep on the flight.

However, she still had things to do, so I wanted to help her.

She grabbed her laptop, and side by side, we dove into her proof. Page by page, I dished out instructions. "Switch up the sentences" "That expression isn’t needed here." "You skipped the derivation." She was able to react quickly and fix all the issues I raised.

In about thirty minutes, we were done.

"That didn’t take long," I said. "Nice work."

"Thanks! What would I have done without you.", she shot me a grateful smile.

"You took it well," I smiled. "Not everyone does."

I thought about Casi, I remembered that math wasn’t exactly her strong suit.

Then, we conversed for some time. She asked me questions about Alex’s past.

She was taken aback when he informed us that he is taking part in the finals of the World Championships, so she wanted to know more about him.

I couldn’t help but feel proud of my buddy.

We got into a talk about how if you’re gonna commit to something, you’ve gotta give it your all and not half ass it.

That’s why I opened my laptop back up and continued to grind.

"Well, while you do your research," Oliv smiled, "I’m going to change into some clothes for sleeping."

She stood and squeezed past me. I made some room for her to move through. "Thanks, Max," she flashed a grin.

She took her sweet time, moving slow and smooth, her legs and ass looked killer in those tight black stockings and her short skirt.

She turned and popped open the overhead bin.

"Need a hand with your bag?" I offered.

"Nah, I’m good. I stashed my sleeping clothes on top."

Oliv faced me, reaching up to unzip the bag.

Her long legs, her slim waist, her flat stomach, and her cute breasts all looked amazing.

"Be right back", she said and went to the bathroom.

When Oliv came back, she was rocking silk pajama bottoms and a snug, low-cut, long-sleeved cotton shirt.

In her arms, she held the clothes she’d been wearing earlier, her bra and panties hidden in between.

She went for the overhead bin once more, and as she lifted her arms, I could see her flat stomach peeking out, and her breasts pressing against the fabric of her shirt.

I couldn’t help but steal a glance at her. The bathroom temperature must’ve been lower by a notch or two, couse I could see her nipples standing up.

She closed the bin, and as she moved through to her sit, she rested her hand on my lap to brace herself.

She stepped over me with one leg, and then as she tried to maneuver her other leg over, her hand slipped, and she was suddenly pressed against me.

In the process, the notebook that was once wide open slammed shut.

She couldn’t help but let out a tiny yelp, then burst into laughter.

I grabbed her instinctively, wraping my hand around her torso. Her breasts were pressed against me.

I lifted her up gently and helped her onto her seat. As I did so, her breasts slid from my chest to my face.

Feeling her erect nipples and firm breasts on my cheeks, made my heart skip a bit.

I then moved my hands away from her body, but in the process I couldn’t help, but slide my hands across her breasts.

But I didn’t leave them there for longer than I should.

"Everything good?", I asked

"Aren’t you a bit bold today, Max?" She chuckled.

"You didn’t enjoy it? You’re the one who just fumbled on top of me"

"I didn’t say I didn’t like it..."

Oliv kicked back in her seat, her body stretched out, showcasing those killer curves of hers.

"Do you want a blanket?"

"That would be nice", she said.

I looked towards a flight attendant, "I’m sorry, do you have a blanket, perhaps?"

The attendant handed me one and I covered Oliv with it.

"Is it nice?", I asked

"It’s very comfy, we can share it, you know?", she said as she covered my lower half with it.

She shifted onto her side, her gaze now locked onto mine. With a playful grin, she reached over, her fingers tracing a path from my forearm to my biceps.

"Good night", she whispered and closed her eyes.

...

Just an hour later, Oliv shifted in her seat and reaching out for the blanket to cover herself up she grabbed my hand instead and pulled it to her chest.

I thought about yanking my hand back, but then I figured, what the heck, and just relaxed, letting it rest right there on top of her breasts.