CHAPTER 2
"Hey, Oikawa. You didn't came again yesterday, and the locker room was fucking full of foul stench! Don't you have any decency in you?"
"Heh~
but I am decent enough not to let anyone see or know it," but you.
"No. You're a shameless, reckless idiot." Oh, I should add that to my names.
"It's over, you know? So, shut up."
"Again."
"Man, he said he's too busy. He does seems like a student of moral, how very cute. Let's not destroy his future then." Correction: Let me not destroy his future.
"That's very considerate of you, Oikawa. Saracstically." You could also say, ironically, Iwa-chan.
"But of course, to think I let him have a taste of me. I am indeed a good person."
"If you're labeled as a good one, this world must be hell."
"Sure, coz I am hot."
"Man, someday I swear, you'll be the one doing the chasing." Now, that's quite troublesome, yes?
"I'll look forward to it then,"
"Hey, Iwa-chan, are you sure you won't be chasing me then?" of course, he's not.
"I have standards, Oikawa."
"My, that's high coming from a worry-wart like you, eh?"
But we can never be sure.
"Hey, have you heard?"
"What? About that freshman? Yes!"
"Yeah, he's quite a talent. I mean, very."
"Yes! I heard lots of seniors are impressed to him."
"But, he's quite the introvert, don't you think?"
"It's fine you know? He's handsome so it doesn't matter."
"You're right about that."
"They're going to have a real try out tomorrow. Let's watch!"
"Watch and cheer!"
And there heard a lot of screeching noises of fangirls everywhere. I couldn't say if it was nice or pathetic to be that simple.
"Oikawa-san, I... Can we talk after class?" I looked head to toe to the girl infront of me - red and flushed, fourth year based on her tie's color.
"Sure thing dear... Senpai?" she almost melted to my reply.
"Thank you. P-please see me at the back gate... See you." Then she bowed and of her loose buttons on top, her cleavage was shown.
That girl with a very toned body approached me. Pretty face, healthy busts, nice legs, perfect curves.
I knew it, I am really a man of thrills.
...
"Oikawa san...this is too sudden." she protested obviously not meaning it, squeezing her hands tight on my shoulders. Girl, you're more than willing.
It's been a while, a week or two I guess? Since the last time I came here - a cheep motel enough for mere students to afford. Well, I was here since a certain Iwa-chan momma said I should have some decency. I could go with it in an empty classroom. This was a waste of money.
"We're going to do this anyways, so why not now...time's special, ne? Senpai..." I whispered it in her ears then brushed my lips down slowly to her nape. Girls tend to be weak when called honorifics in this kind of manner. It was my experience speaking, of course. And then she trembled, almost offered her soul to me.
It's beautiful. Seeing these people adoring such me, desperately writh under my command.
I am certainly contemptible