This isn't my bed.
That was my second thought when waking up this morning. My first thought was "Damn, she gives good head." Out of context, that sounds a little odd. But with context… well it's still a little odd, but it makes sense.
Underneath the covers, with only her head popping out so that she could bob it in my lap, was Chika. Her blonde hair was ruffled into the ultimate bed head, with strands of hair sticking out wildly. Her face wasn't that much better, as a decent coat of dried cum covered the majority of it. And yet despite that, she continued to suck me off as if her life depended on it. Then again, she might be a little cock drunk. Her eyes are all kinds of hazy, and I swear if I looked a little bit closer, I could see tiny hearts in her eyes.
Letting my head rest against the pillow, I sighed as I placed my hand on her head and gently rubbed her scalp. This was… well it felt great, no lies there, but it was definitely a bit morally dubious. She barely looked conscious of her actions, like she was on the wildest drugs possible.
Truth is one hell of a drug.
Her head lowered all the way to my crotch, swallowing me down all the way to the base. Unlike what I can remember from last night, she managed to get all of me down with barely any effort at all. I suppose I must have really stretched her throat out. I wonder if she even needs to actively swallow anymore?
Using my other hand, I reached over to the nightstand beside the bed and turned the digital clock over a bit. Hm, seven forty-five. Damn, I have less than half an hour to get ready before classes start. Even if it is a Friday, no way in hell I'm going to be late. Not when the professor for enchanting was such a fucking bombshell. Also learning and stuff. Maybe.
Keeping Chika's head down, I came into her stomach with only a quiet moan. Letting her clean me up for a few minutes, I eyed the room for where I left my clothes.
Oh, shit.
What was once my clothing was now only a few scraps of cloth and denim, my apparently lust drunk self being unable to give a shit about keeping them intact. Damn it, not even my boxers survived. Ah, fuck it. Let's hope this place is light on nudity laws.
Pulling Chika's mouth off my dick, I let her face drop onto the bed as I got up. Stretching my arms, I walked over to the pile of wrecked clothes and began to search through it. After stretching out a bit of denim, I managed to find my phone and checked to see if I had any missed messages.
Daria: Imma drop off your uniform at the club. Don't forget them!
Emery: So, how are you?
Emery: Hello?
Emery: Are you okay?
Emery: I guess you're busy. Sorry for bothering you.
That last one made my heart ache slightly. Of everyone I've met so far, Emery was definitely the nicest and most adorable. She was like a puppy, in a sense.
Me: Sorry I missed you. I was preoccupied with someone last night, and didn't check my messages until now.
Getting up to leave the room, I was barely even able to take a step before my phone dinged. And then it dinged again. And again.
Emery: Preoccupied with someone?
Emery: Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't know!
Emery: Don't worry! I don't mind at all!
That was a fast response.
Making my way out of the room, I idly began to text back to her as I ignored the cool breeze on my crotch.
Me: Thanks for understanding. So, how are you doing this fine morning?
Emery: I'm doing good! I finished the life aspect part of the paper for Lustcraft-Sensei
Me: Already? Damn, you work fast. Who's your partner?
Emery: Dover-San! Isn't that great?
Giving an idle wave towards some random waitress, I ignored her lustful gawking and focused on trying to get across my disgust for Dover while still being supportive to Emery.
Me: That's definitely something. He's not taking advantage of you, is he?
Emery: what? No way! He'd never do something like that!
Somehow, I very much doubt that.
Me: If you believe that to be the case, then I'll accept that as your opinion. Though if he ever does do something, call me.
Emery: do you have something against him?
Yes, one major thing that divides into several other things. I don't like any of them.
Me: I get a weird vibe about him. Call it instinct.
Emery: Thads… weird.
Emery: *That's
Me: I'm as unique as I am sexy
Emery: Very weird.
Just as I was ready to send back a snarky remark to her, a loud yelp stole my attention.
"Adiel-San, where are your clothes!?"
Juliet was wearing her school uniform, her tie immaculately done, and skirt freshly ironed. One hand was holding a plastic bag while the other hand was in front of her eyes, her head turned away as her cheeks reddened even more with every passing second. It's like she's never seen a little bit of nudity before.
Shrugging my shoulders, I idly scratched an itch on my balls as I answered her. "The ones I came here with are a bit fucked, so I couldn't use them. Daria said she dropped off my uniform at the club, which I'm assuming is here."
Taking a deep breath in, she tossed the plastic bag to me, which hit my chest with enough force to make a lesser man wince. Thankfully, as she could clearly see, I was not a lesser man, and caught the bag before it could hit the ground. Hm, yep, looks like my uniform alright.
"Now hurry up and put it on before someone sees you!"
As much as I wanted to inform her that I've already passed several staff members, I decided that it wasn't really necessary and instead just focused on putting my pants on. It was a little strange not wearing underwear, but to be honest I think I can get used to this. This whole free-balling thing might not be half bad.
Buttoning up my shirt with one hand, I began to work my tie with the other. Seeing that Juliet was still covering her eyes, I chuckled before calling out to her. "I'm wearing pants now. No need to be so prudish over a little nudity, ya know?"
Hesitantly, she dropped her hand and took a quick peek at me. Seeing as I wasn't a fucking liar, she eventually began to relax slightly. "It is highly inappropriate to be naked in front of someone you're not intimate with. Especially in the middle of the hallways where anyone could see… that."
Raising an eyebrow at her vague gesture towards my crotch, I finished up with my tie and pulled on my vest. "It's called a penis, a dick if you wanna be casual, and cock if you wanna be slutty. And it's really not a major issue, Juliet. It's not any different from any other limb of mine."
The sudden twitch her face developed was both mildly concerning, and highly amusing. "It most certainly is a big deal! You can't just walk around with that… thing swinging between your legs!"
Oh, this was just precious. Slipping on my dress socks and shoes, I rummaged through the plastic bag and grabbed my jacket. "You seem quite offended at my "big deal" Jules. Do you wanna touch it? Maybe that'll help demystify it."
Her cheeks skipped pink and went straight to red as her face twitch got worse. "No! I will not touch your genitalia, even if it is- you're doing it again!"
Hm? Ah, right, the truth thing. Shrugging on the jacket, I toyed with the cuffs of it. "That? That's just a passive effect I'm afraid. I'm not even sure I can turn it off, same with how you feel more comfortable in my presence than with anyone else."
For a moment, the twitch in her eye began to spasm something fierce, before she eventually took another deep breath in and recomposed herself. "Adiel-San?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
She smirked, holding her head up high as she turned around and began to walk the opposite way. "You're walking to school."
Wait, what. "J-Juliet! That's a bit much isn't it?! I don't even know where I'm going!"
Not pausing in the slightest, she just raised a hand and waved goodbye. "Your phone should have a map."
Before I could try and convince her otherwise, she rounded the corner. Looking down at my jacket, I abandoned the idea of buttoning it in favor of trying to catch up to her. Unfortunately, the arrival of some more staff members blocked my way, and by the time I was able to get to the stairs, she was already gone.
Mother's nonexistent ass.
…
To say that I booked it from the Bleeding Heart Club to school was an understatement. Thankfully, my phone apparently has a map built into it, so that made navigation way easier. Not that it wasn't a problem, as I ended up making a wrong turn or two several times. And I couldn't exactly run at full speed, since the sidewalks were busy and I didn't want to run into anyone. Not at the speed I was going.
And so, half an hour after I left the club, I burst through the door to enchanting class-
"I'm here!"
-twenty minutes late.
Professor Citrine blinked for a moment, a small amount of shock flashing through her eyes. Though that didn't last long, as she quickly assessed the situation and frowned. "You're twenty minutes late, Adiel-San. If it were five, or maybe even ten minutes, I'd forgive it. But twenty? Explain yourself."
Ah, crap. The entire class was staring at me, intrigue and amusement in their eyes. All the way back by Maria, sat Ben. His expression was a smug one, no doubt enjoying the sudden trouble I found myself in.
Tugging on the edge of my collar, I decided to go with what I usually went with. The honest truth. "Well, I was out at the club last night, and ended up staying at some girl's place. So anyway- "
Citrine lifted her hands up, stopping me from continuing my explanation. There was a light dusting of plink in her cheeks, an awkward smile plastered on her face as she spoke, her voice stuttering a bit. "Th-That's more than enough Adiel-San. Being held up by your… activities does not excuse you from being twenty minutes late to class. You will have detention with me after the day is over. Now go to your seat."
Fuuuuuccck.
I groaned as I made my way to my seat, sliding my backpack under my feet as I sat down next to Maria. Even now, I could hear the whispers all around me. It wasn't as if they were being loud, in fact if I were anyone else, I wouldn't have even really noticed. But apparently, my ears were just too good, so every little word felt like it was being spoken just a seat or two away from me.
"There he goes again."
"Another claim by the Man-Whore of Spudnik Academy."
"Can't believe they'd let someone like that be a student."
"He obviously got in because his old man is the headmaster."
"Bastard. We had to work our asses off to get here."
It was annoying how accurate that last conversation had been, even if there were legitimate reasons that I was instantly accepted. It was… mildly grating to be categorized as a spoiled brat in my classmates' minds. And I had no idea why.
"Whoops!"
My eyes snapped over to where Maria was sitting, narrowing at what I saw. Her white button up shirt had been splashed by water, already going see through, revealing her modest chest and boringly gray bra. On her other side was Ben, a half empty water bottle in his hands as he gave the young woman an apologetic smile. "I-I'm sorry Plains-San! Let me dry it up for you."
Maria frowned slightly, the only reaction I was able to get from her in spite of the entire situation. Ben, meanwhile, was reaching into his bag and pulling out a towel, the white fabric being pristine and fluffy. Like it had been freshly washed. How convenient.
I knew another ploy when I saw it, and intervened before Ben had the opportunity to. "Here, you can borrow my jacket to cover yourself up."
Slipping the blazer off before anyone could object, I draped it over her chest. For a moment, she seemed confused by the action, as if she didn't understand why I was interrupting Ben. While she was busy looking at me, Ben himself gave me a death glare behind her back.
Faker. "Despite how… noble Ben's intentions may seem, I doubt you want him trying to run your chest dry in the middle of class. After all, with how clumsy he is, who knows where his hands might fall."
Maria's eyes widened slightly, before a small and grateful smile appeared on her face. It was subtle, barely the slightest twitch of her lips, but it was a smile, nonetheless. "My thanks, Adiel-San. I will be sure to repay this debt to you."
Noticing the death glare Ben was giving me double in strength, I couldn't help but chuckle. "You don't need to worry about that. Helping you out was a courtesy, a common kindness."
There was an odd flicker in her eyes, something which I wasn't able to figure out before it was gone. "If such kindness was common, we'd live in a much more sympathetic world."
That was… oddly cynical of what amounted to a college student in a ritzy academy. Still, it didn't really matter at the moment. Instead, I just smiled and shrugged. "Then I suppose it would be up to us to make such a world, would it not?"
She didn't say anything at first, instead just preferring to look up at me with that blank stare of hers. Her eyes studied my face, searching for something that I was unable to identify. Though eventually, she relented, turning back to look towards the class. "I suppose you are right."
The class went on without any other interruptions, with the only difference being the near nonexistent smile Maria had.
Near nonexistent, but there.
…
"I 'an't 'elieve you 'ot 'etention 'uring your 'irst week of classes."
I watched as Emery giggled to herself, her amusement making her accent much thicker than usual. It was mildly annoying to be laughed at by someone, but it was Emery. I could make an exception for her. Even if my pride whined like a bitch about it.
"Yeah yeah, laugh it up. You keep giggling like that, your accent might make you completely incomprehensible."
That only made her laugh harder, this time abandoning all pretense of maintaining English in favor of switching to Halorian. "I'm sorry! But it's too funny, Darius! What did you even get in trouble for?"
Ah, right. Completely forgot about bringing that up. Shifting my copy of the novel we were reading in English so that it looked like the two of us were simply working together, I quietly told my side of the story in full detail. "Well, last night I was at a club, and as that story usually goes, I ended up getting down and dirty with a girl. So, when I woke up this morning, I was in someone else's bed on the other side of the city. Honestly, I'm amazed I was only twenty minutes late."
"O-Oh."
Emery shifted awkwardly right next to me, her face glowing red. She tried to focus on the book laying down on the table, the fact that her eyes were locked onto a single point on the page made it easy to see that she was just unsure of what to say. Probably a result of her baffling embarrassment over anything even remotely sexual. "Oi, you're doing it again."
She glanced up, eyes wide as her lips were held into a tight line. Her eyes met mine, and suddenly she decided that literally anywhere other than me was a more interesting target for her attention. Which was absurd. I am obviously the most interesting thing in this room.
Still, she did manage to squeak something out, even if it was in Halorian. "Wh-What do you mean?"
Raising an eyebrow, I flipped the page of the book in front of us to maintain the illusion that we were reading. "You're getting shy again. None of that now, not with me. You can and will speak your mind with me, no matter what."
It was a very demanding task for her, that much I could easily admit. But at the same time, it was probably also for the best if I want to break her out of her shell. She was a bit too… submissive, too easily walked over. A little assertiveness could do her some good.
Unfortunately, she didn't see it the way I did. Her cheeks puffed slightly, annoyance and uncertainty swirling in her honey brown eyes. No matter how well we got along, or how quickly we became friends, she was probably always going to be a nervous wreck when being pushed on a topic. But to her credit, she did eventually relent. "C-Can I say it in Halorian?"
My lips twitched upwards, glancing towards where Professor Plains watched the class with hawk-like eyes. Making sure to look away before I accidentally made eye contact with her, I shifted my body to partially cover Emery from her gaze. "Of course. Whatever makes you comfortable."
The red on her cheeks never lessened, but she did give me a very small smile. "H-How are you so… calm when talking about… you know. That stuff."
Heh, of course that was her question. I feel like she's probably asked it before, but to be honest, I can't actually remember. Regardless, I was going to answer it like I do everything else. Truthfully. "Well, how do you talk so calmly about eating? It's a natural impulse for people to do so, and while we don't need it to survive, it'd be weird if we never indulged in it. So why be awkward about it? After all, that just makes everyone else feel uncomfortable about it."
There was a moment where she looked ready to argue, as if I had said something that disagreed with her on a fundamental level. However, she stopped herself before she could say anything, her eyes darting to the side as she bit her lip. "I… I guess I get what you mean. But it's still… weird, ya know?"
Hm, that's fair. I mean, can't exactly expect her to change her entire outlook on life with a single statement. Hmm… maybe I should implore her to put the idea into action? Yeah, that might work. "Then you just need to practice. For example, what do you like to fantasize about while masturbating?"
Her hand hit my chest as soon as the sentence left my mouth, her face getting even redder, almost crimson. "H-How could you just ask something like that!?"
"Flora-San! Keep your voice down and use English! Do I need to hold you for detention after school?"
She froze, her expression struggling to choose between upset at me and embarrassed at her outburst. Clearly, this was up to me. Raising a hand up, I chuckled sheepishly and prepared to take the blame for her outburst. "Don't blame her, Professor. I simply surprised her by asking about her preferred nighttime- "
A body slammed into my side, fully intent on knocking me down. Unfortunately for Emery, my enhanced physiology prevented her from being able to even budge me. Instead, she settled for somehow latching onto my side and shoving her hand over my mouth.
"P-Please i'nore him 'lains-Sensei! He was 'ust 'easing me over my accent."
My eye twitched slightly, disapproval at her lie building up in my chest. The urge to tear her hand off of my mouth and tell Professor Plains the truth was strong, but as the woman nodded understandingly, I decided to swallow my pride and just say nothing.
"I see. I will forgive your disturbance this once, but don't take my kindness for weakness. Is that understood, Flora-San? Adiel-San?"
The Professor's expression was cold, just like Maria's was. But I knew better than to mistake that coldness for apathy. So, I nodded respectfully, and nudged Emery with my elbow.
Getting my message, the busty young woman extracted herself from me rather quickly. Sitting down alongside her, I briefly lamented the loss of her chest against my side before pushing the thought out of my head. Lewding Emery was off the table unless she explicitly asked for it, with a clear state of mind.
With that whole hiccup taken care of, I leaned in closer to Emery, my book still between us as I took some notes for myself. "You know, you never did answer my question."
She didn't say anything, instead preferring to hide her face with the hoodie she was wearing underneath her uniform. Which was actually rather odd. Normally, she'd make her displeasure known to me, before relaxing once more. Not hide away from the world.
Ah, the world.
After last class, I ended up just blocking out all background noise in favor of doing work. It wasn't even that hard. I just took my focus off of the background and put it onto the foreground, letting all the whispers fade into gibberish. I still heard them, but they didn't mean anything since I wasn't paying enough attention to them to really understand it all.
Returning some of my focus to the background I immediately understood why she was retreating back into her shell.
"-an't believe he got another one."
"Who even is that girl?"
"Dunno actually. Has she always been there?"
"Yeah. Though I thought her name was Emily."
"Damn. Either way, she's probably riding that dude hard."
"Think they'd be alright with letting me have a few rounds with her?"
"Shut up Noah."
"Fucking hell Noah, you're just the worst."
"Scumbag."
…Damn it. I glanced back to Emery, refocusing entirely on her. Her shoulders were shaking slightly, like a slight quivering. Looking down at the table in front of her, I noticed a slight wet spot on her side of the book.
She was… she was crying. Or at the very least tearing up.
Do I… do I hug her or something? Hugs are nice, and she is kind of an affectionate person. Then again, if it was the sudden rumor that those guys were conjuring that was bothering her, then maybe I shouldn't do that. It might make things worse.
Fuck, this is… fuck.
Reaching out under the table, I tried to gently grasp her hand. "H-Hey now, you don't need to worry about- "
She pulled away, not saying a word as she stared down at the book.
That… hurt? Like a sudden throb in my chest that made me want to frown. It wasn't just sadness, it was something else. A little bit of anger, maybe? Not at her, but at… me? There's a word for this, something that I know I'm aware of. I'm just not putting two and two together. It's kind of like my frustration with the Jolene situation, only worse somehow.
Whatever it is, I don't like it very much.
Focusing back on Emery, I frowned at how she seemed to slide away from me, putting more distance between the two of us than before.
I liked what it did to her even less.
…
"Romeo, friend, I need help."
English had gone by without Emery speaking a word to me, and Crafting looked like it was going to be the same thing. So, I decided that I needed help with this scenario. Preferably not Daria.
"Uh, sure? Though I'm not sure what you could need my help with. I mean, you're frustratingly good with just about everything I've seen you do so far."
Romeo was the best pick for me. Juliet was emotionally fucked, Evanora was too horny, Rana kind of hated me, and I can't think of anyone else. Besides, he's got a massive fucking crush on the girl. So obviously, he must know a good amount about her.
"I know I am, those are just the perks of being me. Unfortunately, even I have difficulties with some things. So, are you ready to listen?"
He nodded, albeit hesitantly. Placing his pencil down on his paper, he clapped his hands together awkwardly. "Sure, sure. So, what can I help you with, Adiel-San?"
Fabulous, he was going to be useful. Holding my hands in front of me, I gestured towards my chest. "So, what is it called when you have this sort of sad anger inside you? Like, angry at yourself. I feel like I know this, but the answer just isn't leaving the tip of my tongue."
His brow scrunched up, back hunching over as he tried to discern whether or not I was serious. Which I most certainly was. "Do… did you seriously forget what it feels like to feel guilty?"
Right, right! That's what the word was. Knew it was in my head somewhere. Guilty. Yeah, that's it. "Only slightly. So, how do I cure this guilty?"
He blinked, a strangely incredulous expression on his face. "Wow, narcissism really does run in your family. Well, what do you feel guilty about?"
Ah, right. I probably should have explained the situation to him as well. Glancing back towards where Emery and Juliet were working at the other side of the classroom, I leaned in slightly and looked back at Romeo. "So, I was explaining my philosophy on sexuality to Emery, and I thought it'd be a good idea to ask her what her sexual fantasies were. Anyway- "
"You what."
I paused, staring at Romeo's stupefied face as I bunched up my eyebrows. Maybe I slipped into Halorian or something. "Did I not use English for that?"
He shook his head, leaning back in his chair and groaning far too loudly in my opinion. Looking up towards the ceiling, he just sort of sat there and stared for a while, body mostly limp. Eventually, he managed to pull himself out of whatever that was and give me a proper explanation. "Adiel-San, you can't just ask someone that. People have boundaries, and it's likely that she didn't feel comfortable with that. You should apologize, at the very least."
…Shit, why didn't I think of that?
Reaching over the table, I gave Romeo a pat on his shoulder. "Good idea. You're definitely the least beta male here, dude."
He blinked, staring down at his hands with an intensity that did weird me out a bit. "I… I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you, Adiel-San. I think."
Ah, he even appreciated my compliment. Knew I liked him for a reason. If I weren't busy trying to get Juliet to get over her issues and bone this guy, I'd definitely try and help him with his whole Emery thing. Oh well.
Either way, now I just have to go to Emery and-
"'ey there, Adiel! Yer daddy's callin' ya down to his office! Better mosey on o'er there before he spanks ya!"
Professor Glass was standing by the classroom's phone, her hand still holding the device as she gave me a shit eating grin. Shifting in my seat slightly, I got up and gave a quick wave to Romeo and the gang, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.
Time to see what Darian wants, I suppose.
…
Stepping into his office, I frowned at the pitch blackness that greeted me. If there were any windows, they were all closed shut. I couldn't get much of a sense of the room's size, only that it must've been quite large. Unlike the other administrator and staff offices, this one was near the very back of the building. Not only that, but there was also only a single door on the entire wall leading up to the room, meaning that it must take up quite a bit of-
I ducked, slipping my bag off my shoulder as a thud echoed out behind me. Glancing back, I frowned as the shining silver glint of a large dagger caught my eyes. Not another one of his bullshit tests.
Grabbing the dagger's handle with my right hand, I ripped it out of the door behind me, kicking off the wall as instinct screamed at me to move.
And I'm glad I did. Darian's foot hit the wall, not hard enough to go through it, but definitely enough to leave a few cracks in it. In his hand was a pure white longsword, the blade gleaming despite there being just about no light in the room.
Seeing the opportunity in front of me, I tightened my grip on the dagger and thrust towards his exposed side. His sword was in his right hand, the one on his opposite side. His left leg was still up, his knee bending slightly as he began to pull it back. There wasn't much of a chance of him dodging this-
His hand caught my wrist, stopping it dead in its tracks. I looked up, meeting his warm eyes with my own, and frowned. "That's not cool."
He chuckled, twisting my arm and making me drop the dagger. Twirling the sword in his hand, the blade suddenly vanished in particles of light. "I thought it was pretty 'Kek' as the kids say."
…The fuck is a Kek?
Pushing whatever nonsense that was to the side, I rubbed my wrist and pointedly stared at his now empty right hand. "How'd you do that with the sword? Making it vanish like that."
A hum escaped him, eyes shining in amusement as he clapped his hands. The lights flickered on, revealing the large room for what it was. A sparring room with a desk all the way at the back. "Maybe if you ever make me use it properly against you, I'll tell you how that works. Until then, live with your curiosity."
Picking up the dagger, he slipped it into a sheath on his side. "Now, as for the other question I'm sure you have."
He shifted awkwardly, the confidence he had as a warrior and a teacher vanishing as he suddenly began to fiddle with the collar of his shirt. "Well, you see, remember that fighting match thing we're supposed to do this Saturday?"
Of course, how could I not? I've been looking forward to it since he first explained to me what it was. Bloodsport just fills me with a sort of happiness that I don't think I'll ever understand. "Duh. I mean, a Champion Fighting League? How could I not remember it? Why do you ask?"
For some reason, that seemed to make him wince. His face was stiff in some weird way, like he was trying not to react so obviously. It wasn't working. "R-Right. So uh, turns out that there's been an emergency council meeting announced for that day, so I won't be able to go."
…Oh.
He held his hands in front of him, a placating smile on his face as he kept rolling. "B-But don't worry! You can still go! And, and, you get to take one of your friends with you too! So… woo!"
…Y-Yeah. Yeah, that'd be kind of cool. I mean, he's a busy guy. Being a headmaster for an academy must be a time-consuming job. It makes sense really. "Don't worry about it, Darian. I'll be sure to have enough fun for the both of us. Thanks for the uh… thanks for the tickets."
He nodded, rubbing his hands together as his eyes flicked between his desk, the door, and me. "Cool. Cooool. So… you can go back to class. Or not. I mean, it's Friday and I'm sure you can find something interesting to do in the city. If you want."
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out the tickets for the match tomorrow. Holding them forward, he watched as I took a step forward and grabbed the tickets. Turning them around in my hand, I read what was on the tickets aloud to myself. "The Blonde Bomber versus Vicky Vixen. The… the uh… "
It was the father-son package.
Clearing my throat, I stuffed the tickets in my pocket. "Cool. I'll uh, I'll be sure to have a blast. Or something. So, later."
I waved, grabbing my bag as I turned around and threw the door open. Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I made my way back to class. All the while, the tickets burned a hole in my pocket.
…
I know, it's been a while. Truthfully, I never intended for it to take this long. Unfortunately, the nature of this being a side project in favor of my main one means that updates for this are a lot less common. Big sad.
On the bright side, the very Slice of Life nature of High School/College harem anime means that I don't need to worry too much about having arcs and proper dividing points between storylines. There's a lot of different things he can do at any point, and each on depends on where he's at and who he's with.
Also, who should I have take the other ticket? My gut reaction was Emery, but I worry that I've been focusing on her a bit too much. So should it be someone else? If so, who?
And on a similar vein to that, rather than have a Review of the Chapter, I have a Question for the Audience:
Who should the first girl to go down be? We have quite a few options, such as the horny potioneer Evanora, the voluptuous enchanting Professor Citrine Jewels, or even the Milly chick from the first chapter. Any answer is acceptable, and you can choose more than one! Have Dual goals or something. Cause why not?
This has been A Decent Hoonter, and Emery is going to kill my auto-correct, holy fuck.
