Classroom Trouble? Dick Conquers All
"Good morning, Erika. Nice ass today too."
"Kgh!"
Without fail, this guy gropes my ass like it's his personal plaything while striking up a conversation. What a tiresome man. This Erika von Steinmetz's ass isn't some toy made for a guy like you.
I've called him out on it and told him to stop countless times, but he shows no sign of changing his ways.
"My ass isn't yours! How many times do I have to tell you not to do this?!"
"Your feisty attitude is such a turn-on~ Makes me wanna pin you down in bed just like that and make you squeal and cry."
Again, again, again with that kind of talk! Dirty praise like that is only for people who've gotten really close, by all social conventions. Doesn't this guy even know that basic fact?
Seeing him cling to me so suspiciously makes me think of all those sycophants who fawn over me hoping to gain something. Disgusting!
"Hey, don't misunderstand. I'm just purely trying to get close to you! That's all there is to it. Like I'd want something from you. I don't have those filthy thoughts."
"Who'd believe that bullshit?!"
His utterly irrational attitude and excuses. The arrogance of thinking I'd buy it was utterly repulsive. And if he really just wants to be friends with me out of sincerity, that's bad in its own way.
Ever since this guy started groping my ass so casually, I can't satisfy myself anymore unless I masturbate way more intensely at lunch.
Guess that "massive penis specialist" title isn't fake after all. Just a light touch ramps up my pussy's breeding urge like crazy. Definitely dangerous. If he truly wanted to be friends, he wouldn't touch me like this. If he's aware of his own abilities and approaches me anyway, that's pure self-centered bullshit. He talks about wanting to get close but doesn't give a damn about how I feel. If he's oblivious to his own power, that's just incompetence not worth discussing.
"What kind of guy in the world gropes another person's ass to build friendship? Why not skip the ridiculous excuses?"
I counter Lazar with perfectly sound logic. Normally, he'd back off at least a step even if he didn't fully accept it. But today was different.
"Is that so? Seems like plenty enough to build solid friendship to me."
Lazar said that, then casually threw his arm around Shirley like they were besties and asked,
"Right, Sherry? Yesterday, we got su~per close, didn't we?"
"Ah... I-I'm not She-Sherry, I'm Shirley..."
"Ahh, who cares about that minor detail. That's not important right now, is it?"
Lazar brutally squeezed Shirley's tits. Way too rough for broad daylight in front of everyone. No way that'd be forgiven...
"Ah♥ Ahn♥ S-sorry. Th-that stuff isn't important at all♥ Sorry, I was such an idiot♥♥"
"See? Your name doesn't matter, right? What matters is we built some deep friendship yesterday, yeah?"
"Y-yeah♥♥ Ah, aaah♥ Y-yesterday, we properly became f-friends♥♥"
Lazar turned to me with a smug grin, like see? A wave of visceral disgust and indescribable pressure surges in my chest.
"See? Told ya. Steady skinship helps friendship, right? Sure, Sherry and I had some misunderstandings, but we talked it out calmly, shared some skinship, and boom—deep bros in one day. Time doesn't matter for friendship, yeah?"
"Th-that's impossible! What the hell did you do to her? This is weird! No way this happens without some trick..."
"No tricks. Straight-up friendship, I tell ya. Friendship? Check this out."
Lazar grabbed Shirley's chin, yanked her face toward him, and forced her mouth open. Then—ptoo!—he spat right in. Unbelievably humiliating. Not just to Shirley, but an insult to our whole class—no, all women.
And yet Shirley gulped down his spit, her legs trembling. I could clearly see a suspicious wet spot soaking through her uniform leotard. Something hot boiled up from my lower belly.
What the hell is this feeling? ...Yeah, I'm pissed. Can't just stand by while that bastard runs rampant.
I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind. Or tried to, but someone interrupted first.
"S-stop it, Erika."
"What?"
My classmate Bella grabbed my hand to stop me. She rarely voices opinions to me, so I was a bit thrown.
"Wh-what that guy does is his business, right? It's not directly hurting us. Whatever's going on between Shirley and him is their call. No need for us to butt in, yeah?"
Is Bella seriously defending him? Her eyes, flicking sideways to steal glances at Shirley and Lazar despite focusing on me, swirled with thick, muddy lust.
What the hell is going on? Bella's weird attitude sharpened my awareness.
The class's gazes on Lazar. Most were the usual mix of loathing, contempt, and faint curiosity-hostility. But instinctively, I sensed some—like Bella's—lurking with dense lust and envy, biding their time.
This is...
"I can't stand this shit anymore! What the fuck do you think you're doing, you moron?!"
A sharp growl and a girl shooting to her feet. Cleo, the exchange student from the southern lands. Unlike kingdom folk, her dark skin and red-black hair stood out; her family were renowned generals for generations. Sure, her foreign background and martial clan's roughness kept her from fully meshing with the class, but she was worlds above that sleazy Lazar.
"I don't care if you're some massive penis specialist or whatever, you've been doing gross shit nonstop. You look down on women, you rotten fuck?!"
I recalled society gossip: Cleo fought her brothers over family succession and ended up here after losing.
No wonder she couldn't stomach a massive-cock guy treating women like jokes.
"Huh? Look down on women? Hmm, that's a bit of a misunderstanding. Plenty of guys don't respect women as much as I do. I'm a total feminist, y'know? I really respect women's happiness."
Lazar spouted utter nonsense while groping Cleo's tits.
"I even got the leisure to enjoy flat chests like these properly. No other guy thinks about women this much, right?"
Cleo threw a punch without a word. Lazar barely dodged; otherwise, it'd have been a full brawl. The classroom tensed with menace.
Physical violence is rare among us girls, so we all instinctively held our breath.
"Ehey, why so violent? Did I say something wrong? Oh, complexes over small tits? This academy's redheads all got tiny ones. Not your fault, so no need to beat yourself up."
"You really let your tongue run wild, you punk. Wanna die? Keep yapping."
Cleo raised her fist, eyes gleaming murderously without hiding it. This is bad. Rumors or not, she's a martial clan daughter. Bet she's trained in violence worthy of her name. No street-thug guy who's maybe scrapped in alleys could handle her. If she wanted, killing Lazar would just be a matter of time.
Can't let that happen.
"Wait, hold on. Yeah, Lazar's causing trouble. But you killing him yourself? No way that's okay."
"He sullied my honor. And for honor, I'd even commit murder."
Southern barbarism? Our kingdom had that mindset just 50 years ago. But not this country, this era.
"Some things just aren't done. We'll handle this guy officially later."
Groping girls' chests without permission. Not that evil, but if you wanna make an issue, you can. Noble society is a slippery slope like that. Especially burying a background-less massive-penis specialist like Lazar? Easy. I could do it anytime but just don't bother.
"Hmph, don't wanna use family power. Just beat him fair and square—no problem there. Why complicate it?"
"This country, this academy, this class has rules for this. You gotta follow them too."
Ended up defending Lazar unintentionally, but rules have no exceptions. If we boot him through proper channels, I'd be grateful.
"Tch... Fine. Not looking to cause a scene, so I'll let it slide here."
But Cleo glared daggers at Lazar.
"I'll make you pay for soiling my honor, no matter what! You'll feel it deep—something your life can't atone for!"
Lazar didn't flinch at her chilling threat; he just snorted.
"Ah, got it. My life's precious too, so I'll figure out a quick way to make up with you."
If he really wants reconciliation, that arrogant attitude ain't helping. Anyway, the classroom commotion settled—for now. "Settled" meaning just for this spot. Cleo'll find some way to oust Lazar from the academy soon enough. Not my problem.
Honestly... I'd kinda cheer her on. Better if trash like him vanishes quick.
"Miss Cleo? Got a moment?"
"Yes? What is it?"
"Could you come to my office at lunch? Got something to discuss with you privately."
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"Hooohhh♥♥♥ Oh♥ Ooh♥ Ooght♥♥ S-stop♥ Stop it♥♥♥♥ I-I'll kill you! I'll really kill you! You fucking dog, I'll beat you to death with these hands, nghooohhh♥♥♥"
"Reconciliation sex, reconciliation sex~ Don't say such mean things; let's make up already. I'll even creampie you, 'kay?"
"Sh-shut up♥ Wh-what kinda reconciliation is this, hgyaaah♥♥ Ah♥ Aaghh♥♥"
"Oh, by the way, reconciliation means you apologizing to me? I'm big-hearted, so just apologize and I'll forgive you."
"D-don't make me laugh♥ Like I'd bow to trash like you♥"
"Oh, also, you can't leave this room till we reconcile? Even if next class starts, we'll keep going~, so figure it out yourself?"
