"Damn... this is pretty good, I might just forgive you guys’ forceful movement because of this.." I spoke with my mouthful,the meal I was having was too good to bother about manners..

"Who.. cooked this?" I couldn’t help asking.

My tastebuds felt like they were being caressed by a goddess..

"Mira did, she’s awesome isn’t she?" Melissa, towel wrapped around her seductive figure, gestured towards the kitchen, where Mira could be seen moving about in an apron, her tantalizing rear swaying hypnotically..

"Hehe.. you like it that much?" I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard her voice from the kitchen.

"Like what? Your butt or the food?" I asked, still gorging down the food, eyes steady on those jiggling cheeks.

"Hmm..... both?"..

"Yes, I love them.."

"Hehehe..." she giggled softly..

"An heiress that can cook, you seriously don’t want to give Darius any breathing room huh? That guy is going to be all over you, well maybe then he’ll forget his delusions about Mel." I stuffed a piece of what looked like chicken into my mouth..

"Hey, I already said nothing is official, I’m merely poison testing, to see if we’re compatible."

"Yea, I hope he knows that too.." I couldn’t help laughing at her..

........

"But seriously, where’d you learn to cook? I thought heiresses and young misses were supposed to be like Melissa over there, you know, disastrous in the kitchen?"

"HEY!!"

"Aunt Clarissa taught me how, she’s the best cook I know" Mira replied, finally stepping out of the kitchen.

"Clarissa can cook? Damn, now I’m eager to try it out." If Mira’s could taste this good, I shudder to think what Clarissa’s would taste like..

"Don’t worry, whenever you come over to our family’s place, I’m sure she’ll be glad to cook for you." She laughed..

"But where are you going in such a rush?" Cara asked, finally getting herself out of her self imposed ice pop..

"Class, I paid for a lecture on Arts and their Workings.." I replied, wiping my mouth with the cloth Mira had dropped beside me..

"Hmm? Why waste points on a class only normal students attend? You could’ve just asked us and we’d tell you all about it." Kaila walked into the kitchen, arms akimbo.

I paused.

My eyes going over the women around me.

Melissa only had on a towel that was struggling to contain her bountiful assets..

Khalifa was already a lost cause, I couldn’t even begin to understand what the hell she had on, was that a piece of string???

Cara was busy doing something with my shirt that I honestly didn’t even want to know about.

Kaila, the one who’d just offered her help so graciously, was putting on what were probably the tightest pair of shorts to exist, all with no underwear.

How did I know that? If her fat camel toe that was imprinted so clearly on the shorts weren’t proof enough , then the semi transparent material the things were made of made me awfully sure.

As for her top? I don’t even know if I could call that thing a sports bra, because it wasn’t doing its job.

Mira was the only normal looking person and that considering the fact that her fat ass and massive boobs had turned her long dress into a mid thigh one, glimpses of her pink flower patterned underwear on full display..

Yea, seeing the level of temptation I was surrounded by, I’d rather take my chances learning from a wild beast, at least then I could pay attention to the sounds it was making..

So, taking a deep breath, I declined.

"No, thanks, I think I’ll stick with the class, I’ve already paid for it anyways."

"Awww... your loss I guess." Kaila pouted as she performed one of the most seductive stretches I’d ever had the privilege to witness..

"I’m so screwed aren’t I? Fuck!!"

...

"Woah!!...."

"Who’s that?"

"Why’s he surrounded by so many women???"

"Wait, isn’t that, white death?"

"Fuck! Run! It’s that crazy woman.."

A ruckus was kicked up the moment me and the girls appeared within the outer court plaza..

A sea of students immediately turned tail and ran the moment they spotted our group.

"Heh.. Khalifa, seems your reputation is still poor within the outer court." Mira snickered.

"Humph, these weaklings should be glad I’m on timeout, I would’ve shown them what white death truly means." Khalifa huffed as she crossed her arms.

It would seem Khalifa was quite famous out here, though that was the least of my problems, because,

"Why the hell are you guys following me?" I couldn’t help it.

I had hoped to get away from this group of crazy women before I lost my shit, but somehow they’d decided to tag along..

"What? Aren’t you happy that so many beautiful women are accompanying you to class? You know how many people would die just for the chance to be with one of us?" Melissa flicked her hair back dramatically, such a humble woman.

I snickered..

"Actually, no, I’m not. This entire situation just screams trouble, it’s the type of scenario where an angry young master would want to pick a fight with me just to prove something."

"That’s just your paranoia speaking, nothing of that sorts will happen." Kaila waved me off..

"Mira is close to that bitch Darius!"

"Hey, I said I’m poison testing!"

"That bitch Darius is having ideas about Melissa."

"Kaila here smells like the epitome of trouble, the type to tease young men and leave them in clear delusions about their chances with her."

"Fufufufu.... So perceptive.."

"And let’s not even talk about the exhibitionist over there, I’m sure half the men in this academy want nothing more than to tear those flimsy things you call clothes off of you and what Better way to get acces than to bully the ’Boy toy’ "

The girls were stunned silent at my words, well, all except Kaila that was smiling like a cat.

"So tell me, please, what about this situation do you think I’ll find pleasing?" I asked, because I needed them to understand that I wasn’t in the mood for any of this bullshit..

"Heh... what do we have here?" I didn’t even wait to hear anymore before my figure blurred, an audible explosion rocking the place as my fist found purchase on the face of someone I wasn’t even interested in knowing, burying his head deep into the ground..

"See? This is what I was talking about." I stood up, from the motionless body, my gaze landing on the entourage that had come with him..

"What? You guys fighting or what?"

I had to say, it was the first time I enjoyed a non cliched moment.

The youths didn’t bother tossing the "he can’t beat all of us at once" line.

The moment my eyes landed on their group, they fled like chickens, a group of outer court students, hoping to catch me off guard?

"Heh... you guys are—" a whisper in the wind was all I needed to tilt my head backwards as a silent strike passed right by where my face was a few moments ago..

"Oho?" A surprised sound echoed all around..

I looked around but couldn’t find the source of the voice..

Another whisper.

I shifted my body slightly, a blade stroke passing harmlessly..

The dance with the invisible foe continued as the strikes came one after the other, each deadlier than the last, but I remained unfazed, moving right at the exact moment the strike arrived, escaping with no damage whatsoever...

"Ahh.. found you.." I muttered softly as I sidestepped another stabbing blade..

The moment I righted myself, I clenched my fist hard, as I punched the space behind me...

BOOOOOMMMM!!!! A concussive shockwave blasted out.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

Followed by a screaming voice soon after..

I turned, my eyes landing on my opponent..

Black hair, emotionless eyes, a skin tight latex suit that hugged her curvaceous form immaculately..

"Hoho.. seems you’re indeed quite something aren’t ya, big boy?" The voice was soft, almost endearing..

"Well, I guess it’ll be all the more worth it when I take your card and present it to my employers." She cooed, tongue licking the edges of her twin daggers..

"Sorry handsome, it’s just business, now please, roll over and die." She vanished immediately..

I smiled..

"Well, this should be fun."

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A/N: I know what y’all might be thinking but trust me, my boy ain’t like that, you’ll see..

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