Chapter 54
Chapter 54
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: People Serious About Drawing Originals (3)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
'Not bad at all.'
I nodded as I took in the spread of breakfast dishes at the restaurant and sampled their flavors.
Truth be told, preparing meals in large quantities makes it far harder to nail the taste properly.
Considering that, this was definitely a solid job well done.
Honestly, it beat the hell out of those days when I'd just grab basic meals at the inn, half-ass my eating, and spend all my time drawing.
That alone proved the food quality here was pretty damn good.
Of course, it was a shame I couldn't pick from a menu like at a university cafeteria.
But expecting that much might be pushing it.
"Phew, this warm soup is making me even sleepier."
"Did I drag you out too early? If you want, you can head back to the dorms even now."
"Nah, don't worry about it. Just means I'm feeling nice and relaxed."
Right after waking up, people are usually half-asleep anyway, their minds still foggy with drowsiness.
Even if you try to crash again, you've already woken once, so it's tough to drift off.
Even if we head back, we should probably sightsee a bit today first.
"Whew, but man, all this skin showing... my eyes keep wandering."
"Wandering where, exactly?"
"Uh, the ladies' underboob and navels peeking out from under their chests. Personally, I find those spots beautiful."
"Ah, so the outfit designs hit your aesthetic just right, leaving you dazzled."
"Yeah, something like that."
He looked like he didn't quite get it, but he let it slide with a 'fair enough' vibe.
Does this guy have zero interest in women's bodies?
Even when he first saw outfits like that yesterday, he didn't seem fazed.
Is the crown prince just that detached from base desires?
"What, no interest in the opposite sex at all?"
"Eh, not really. Up until now, I've been totally focused on my studies. Hanging out and chatting like this with a friend? It's kinda novel."
"You really have it rough..."
Thank goodness for Rozaria, at least.
Without her, he'd probably be isolated, swinging his sword endlessly by himself.
Even with all the crap Rozaria pulled on me, that's why I couldn't help but like her.
She was the only friend who looked after me when I was a shut-in, just practicing my swordplay like a maniac.
Not feeling something for someone like that would be weirder.
"All done eating. Where to first?"
"Course registration or whatever starts soon, I think. How about we check that out?"
"Eh, we're first-years anyway, so it's not a big deal. But experiencing it now will make the real thing easier next time."
Yesterday's explanation was hard to fully grasp from words alone.
So we headed to the auditorium being used for registrations, finding it packed with people lined up at the doors.
Those entrance doors looked like temporary partitions?
I don't remember walls or doors like that from the art exhibit last time.
"Looks like today is registration day for first- and second-years."
"First lectures start two days from now, so tomorrow's a full rest day after this?"
"Probably."
First-years won't sink much time into this, so chilling today and tomorrow sounds comfy.
Makes sense—gotta have buffer time like this to adjust to school life.
The academy clearly planned it that way.
"Oh, but we don't line up right away, huh."
"Wasn't it by grades?"
"Ah, yeah, that must be it."
Sure enough, when the announced time hit, I heard names called—mine and Nia's first.
They were letting people in by rank in batches, then each picked their subject lines one by one.
I got the fairness angle, but damn, no wonder it took all day—this setup was a hassle.
"Wondered why they stacked all those loaves over there. Lunch for the second-years, I bet."
"...We're eating here?"
"Yup. Only way to keep things moving."
The efficiency-killing fairness obsession reared its head everywhere after that.
Once someone finished registering in a line, a bell rang, allowing the next person to go.
Finished folks went to the back of other lines for their next class. Lines moved at different speeds, so they probably deemed that unfair.
But rushing to finish let you snag the back of the next line quick, so it didn't drag on forever.
"We're just following our plan, so we've got plenty of time and spread it out. But those second-years? Bet certain profs' classes are swamped."
"Even the same class?"
"Yeah, even same prof—different times mean different popularity."
That wouldn't change anywhere.
People want comfy schedules, and top-tier lectures first and foremost.
Especially at a prestigious spot like this—the latter hits harder.
"Still, I like this timetable setup."
They had stamps for each subject; you got a blank schedule on entry.
Stamp the spot when you register, and by the end, your timetable's done.
Cancellations got covered with white paper and copied.
Lots of folks didn't show on time, no changes needed, so first-year regs wrapped easy.
No real issues there.
The problem was standing shoulder-to-shoulder in this enclosed space.
'Fuck, the air's thick with female scent...'
Obvious in hindsight: swordsmanship skipped regs, so it was all magic department here.
How dense were the girls in this sealed room?
And even in winter, with magic keeping it toasty and bodies packed tight—what happens?
The women's aroma saturated everything.
Not just aroma—these were girls in skimpy outfits baring cleavage, underboob, navels, and panty lines.
Too much for a fresh adult guy to handle.
Sweat pooling in cleavage, evaporating, maybe raining from the ceiling like some boob cloud.
The estrogen haze was that intense.
Fuck, it's so damn hot.
And those sweat-glistened midriffs? Killer visuals.
No bras? Tits jiggling hypnotically, messing with my eyes.
Dreaded what second-semester rush-hour regs would be like.
Can't stop getting hard.
"Good work."
"Haa, didn't they mess up the temp control? It's sweltering..."
"Really? Felt fine to me."
It was fine.
Perfect for us—no sweat at all.
But for busty girls with sweat magnets on their chests? Probably stifling.
Dunno if the skimpy uniforms factored in, but they had warming enchantments anyway—could've cooled it more.
I was dazed but enjoying the view, so satisfied from my angle.
But big-chested girls already suffer to eye-candy us; they deserve consideration here.
'Sorry, Rozaria.'
But isn't this your fault, with your itty-bitty titties?
This world's bust standards are sky-high—a whole spectrum from huge to massive.
Rozaria fell short of perfect satisfaction there.
Her nipples are gorgeous, navel too, skin feels and smells divine.
Even those wide hips and ass scream 'great for breeding.'
But God skimped on the chest to balance it out.
Not hating on small boobs—I like 'em on people and characters.
But some vibes demand huge ones, and nothing else fills 'em.
So, big thanks to my magic department classmates for the eye feast today...
"Phew, fuck..."
Rozaria was swamped with regs, no playtime for us.
Nia, who seemed game to hang, got called away suddenly—left me solo.
Couldn't morally dive back into that room post-reg for more fun.
'Plus, going back in sounds risky.'
Lust boiling over, head getting fuzzy.
Too many sexy bodies at the academy.
Too many hotties, too many hot bodies.
Soon, pervy fantasies swirled in my brain.
Like my habit of noting ideas, I sketched quick and detailed 'em all out.
Finished a notebook crammed with tit fantasies, then a stray thought hit—I mulled it over.
"How about a brainless comic packed wall-to-wall with smut? Every deep dive's pure perv."
As someone who believes even blatant wankbait has value.
Maybe time to drop one in this market.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇