Madness Engulfs the Classroom
"Kr, Cleo? What the hell is this...?"
Just yesterday, I was worried that Cleo might snap and try to kill Lazar. Not for his sake, but because it would tarnish the academy's reputation.
But not even 24 hours later, I'm witnessing something utterly unbelievable.
"Well, simply put, we made up clean and proper. Holding onto petty squabbles forever isn't very mature, right? If we can solve everything through talk, that's OK, yeah?"
"………."
Next to the chattering Lazar, Cleo stays silent, avoiding everyone's stares. In other words, she's not denying a word he says.
How is this even possible?
Cleo's not one to hold grudges, so if he apologized fair and square, she'd probably accept it. But even then, Lazar wouldn't be strutting around with his nose in the air like that. At the very least, he'd have taken a few punches and learned some humility the hard way.
For some reason, though, it's Cleo who's been injected with that humility.
"...Is this for real? Cleo, say it yourself. Did you really make up with Lazar...?"
"N-No, it's just..."
Cleo bows her head, her face screaming uncertainty. The way she's idly kicking at the floor tells me her mind's a total mess.
Something's definitely off...
-Whack!!-
A crisp smack echoes through the classroom, loud enough to mistake for something breaking. The target: the back of Cleo's head. Lazar's just walloped her without mercy.
Compared to when Cleo tried to hit Lazar, this is on a whole other level of shock. The entire class falls silent.
What the fuck is this guy doing?!
"Hey, someone's asking you a question. Answer properly, yeah? Don't make me look like the weirdo here."
"A-Ah, s-sorry."
But in this upside-down world, it's Cleo apologizing. Anyone who knows her would never imagine this— she's forcing a servile grin as she lifts her head.
"I-I properly made up with Lazar. I apologized first... L-Lazar didn't really do anything wrong, I just swung my fist on my own, so I had to apologize properly. Lazar was big-hearted and forgave me."
What kind of bullshit is this? Shouldn't he be the one apologizing?
"Well, I'm a guy, so I don't act like a petty bitch over a girl messing up a little. She's got a bit of a dim brain, so mistakes happen, right? Now that we've had this little trouble, our friendship's even stronger, yeah?"
Lazar spits out his rude nonsense like it's nothing, then wraps his arm around Cleo's neck and yanks her close. Even for a woman, she's big—but against a guy like Lazar, she's helpless, dangling like a pendulum weight, her throat strangled.
"See, like this! We can roughhouse a bit without hard feelings. In a guy's world, this kind of skinship is just normal."
Cleo's healthy dark skin flushes beet red. If this keeps up, something really dangerous might happen. I feel a surge of unease.
"H-Hey, stop that...!"
"Gotcha!"
Right as I try to intervene, Lazar releases his chokehold. Cleo flops to the floor like a limp trash bag, her gasping breaths filling the room belatedly.
"What, you think I'd actually kill her or something? Just playing around. You're overreacting, aren't you?"
"No... no way! You can't call this overreacting! I don't know how far to trust your claim that you're close with Cleo now, but... at least stop this violent bullshit...!"
"Denying every form of friendship except the one you think is right is just violent!"
Sherry stands up and shouts. Embarrassing as it is, I'm genuinely flustered. A total stranger rebutting me like this is a first for me.
"That's nonsense! How is that a form of friendship?! That filthy guy's presence in this classroom is the problem to begin with!"
"If Cleo herself says it's fine, it's ridiculous for outsiders to butt in!"
"Cleo's one of our class members, so she has a duty to uphold our dignity! But what's this sloppy mess?!"
Yells fly back and forth in a classroom meant to raise the most elegant, refined, humble ladies. What the hell is going on?
Just a few days ago, this was impossible. Lazar's position was strictly limited—no one would take that guy's side.
But now that he's openly acting like trash, some students are actually defending him. It defies all common sense.
The only explanation is some kind of sorcery. And the only thing that comes to mind is his status as the massive cock special admittee. That's it—nothing else makes sense about this guy.
"That's right, that's right. Taking my side, huh? Good girl, Sha-ryy."
This asshole can't even be bothered to remember his friend's name right, grabbing Sherry's waist. Just like yesterday, he spits right into her mouth like it's a trash can.
Sherry accepts the utter humiliation like it's a gift. And the envious stares aimed at her.
What kind of madness is seeping into this classroom?
The few of us still sane—including me—are overwhelmed by the minority, left speechless. Real debate only works between people on the same level. You can't reason with those whose core values are totally alien.
In the end, the argument fizzles out quick. We just lost the will to keep going.
-Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!-
This pounding in my chest? Probably fear. I'm not one to delude myself with false bravado, blaming it all on anger. No way I wouldn't fear something so unlike anything I've seen before.
"Hah, hah, hah, hah..."
Seeing him handle a woman so brutally has my breath ragged—just from fear, obviously. No way my lower belly's twitching or my pussy throbbing at the sight. Absolutely not.
This weird vibe in the class doesn't clear up day by day—it only intensifies. Just yesterday, a noble lady from a high family was demanding Lazar's expulsion. Today? She's rubbing her tits on his arm, acting all cutesy. The terror is indescribable.
Feels like a body-snatching alien from a classic horror flick is lurking in here. How else could someone flip identities overnight? Unless it's aliens or superpowers, it doesn't add up.
But the other cadets can't voice that fear outward. It'd expose our classroom's flaws to the world—and that's tied straight to our honor.
No matter how arbitrarily the academy groups us, we're a unit to outsiders. Airing a community's defects outside? Unthinkable for anyone with pride.
Handle issues internally—that's the unwritten rule everyone knows. I believed it too... but now I realize how dangerously naive that was.
"Wh-What the hell are you all doing?!"
"Ah, sorry 'bout that. Yeah, maybe not the best thing for class... or is it? Hmm, hard to say. The line between what's okay and not can be blurry, right?"
I can't hold back my anger anymore and raise my voice at Lazar's cheeky bullshit.
"I'm asking what the fuck you're doing right now!"
"Heeey, why pick on me?"
-Slurrrrp, smack♥ smack♥ schluuuurp♥♥♥-
"Cleooo's the one slurping my dick on her own. If you've got beef, take it up with her."
Right in the middle of the classroom, Cleo's face buried in Lazar's crotch, sucking away at his cock. And a group of girls watching with envy.
This... this is too much, even for this madness!
"There's no rule against sucking dick in class, right? So why should I get shit for it?"
"N-No... that's sophistry! No rule exists because no one would do this!"
"Hmm."
Lazar ignores my point entirely, tilting his head before cumming straight into Cleo's mouth.
"Nngguuuhh!!"
Too much for her small mouth—cum overflows through her nose, splattering the floor. Hell, even what stayed in couldn't hold; it spews out like vomit, pooling everywhere.
"Heeey, that's no good. No manners, girl, no manners. All southern girls like this?"
"N-No, that's not... s-sorry..."
"Sorry to me, sure—but sorry to the other bitches in class too, got it? Lick up every drop with that tongue. Understand?"
"......Yeah."
At Lazar's command, Cleo bows her head like a dog, lapping up the spilled cum from the floor.
After days of this nonstop shock, I'm numb—unsure if I should even react anymore.
"Ah, um, Cleo's gotta clean the floor, so... can I handle the dick cleanup?"
"Ooh, Sherry. Quick on the uptake, huh? Sure, give it a go."
"Ah♥"
With Lazar's begrudging permission, Sherry's eyes sparkle as she takes the cock—still slick from Cleo—into her mouth.
Watching this insanity, and no one daring to call out Lazar... that's when it hits me.
I can't do this alone. I need help from others.