Chapter 4 - 1 - Welcome To The Classroom Of Oddballs (4)

Chapter 4: Chapter 1 - Welcome To The Classroom Of Oddballs (4)

"You know, how about we settle this in the courtyard later to remind you who truly is superior between us?" Hereon declared, his gaze turning into a piercing challenge, cutting through the air like a sharpened blade.

"Really?" Shredica sighed exasperatedly, her eyes narrowing. "Can't you already tell with the glaring disparity in our ranks?"

"Rank means squat to me. I'm not sweating over all this study crap. Do you honestly believe those at the peak earned their spots with skills? Nah, it's all about influence. If I feel like it, I could easily claw my way to the summit and swipe their spots. Unlike those clowns, I've got the sway and power to back it up. So, if you think I'm lagging in the course, how about settling it in a damn duel later?"

Murmurs buzzed around me, a volatile energy swirling in the air. Hereon had thrown down the gauntlet, challenging Shredica to a duel. Now, it was all up to Shredica to decide whether she would accept or not. However, as she parted her lips, just before she could utter a word...

"Alright, class! Sit tight in your seats! We will begin the class shortly."

The commanding voice reverberated through the room, cutting through the tension that lingered between Hereon and Shredica. Slowly, their intense gaze on each other waned, and they retreated to their respective seats.

In walked a striking woman in a sleek black suit, exuding an air of authority and sensuality. Her legs, accentuated by a tight miniskirt, boasted a graceful allure, leading the eye to an enviable hourglass figure. But, it didn't stop there. Her breasts were nothing short of substantial – so voluminous that her suit teetered on the brink of bursting open. The provocative display was heightened by the partially unbuttoned middle section of her suit, revealing a captivating expanse of deep cleavage.

And then there were those tantalizing pantyhose that embraced her legs—back on Earth, I held a deep appreciation for such attire, including stockings and tights. Surprisingly, my affinity for them not only persisted after reincarnating into this world but had flourished into an even more fervent passion.

My gaze lingered on those legs, my tongue instinctively licking my lips, craving the taste of those meaty delights. The desire to explore more surged within me, envisioning scenarios where I could ravish her—perhaps tearing apart her pantyhose while fucking her senseless or dressing her in a seductive fishnet bodysuit or even a tantalizing bunny suit. The possibilities seemed endless, all of them perfectly suited to amplify her intoxicating sexual allure.

The craving intensified, my thoughts consumed by the primal desire to take her, to feel the warmth of her juicy ass against my throbbing meat stick, to drench her in the ecstasy of my cum. Ever since encountering this captivating woman on the first day of school, my primal instincts had been steadily awakening. Now, two months into the semester, the insatiable urge to fuck her had reached a boiling point, threatening to burst forth.

The professor's purple locks danced in the air, and her ample breasts bounced enticingly as she leaned forward, gripping the podium at the center of the lecture hall. This captivating figure, our history professor, bore the name Irene, a woman who effortlessly commanded attention with her magnetic presence.

Behind the glasses, her eyes gleamed crimson, sweeping over the entire lecture hall with a commanding presence. Despite the ongoing hushed conversations typical of this class of supposed "losers and garbages," including delinquents and the like, Professor Irene cast a deliberate gaze at them before redirecting her attention to the day's lesson.

In a theatrical proclamation, she declared, "Kufufu. You mortals should consider yourselves fortunate to witness the eye of the demon god today, as I've momentarily lost the seal covering it. But exercise caution, for looking directly into it will devour your soul. However, for your sakes, I shall keep it hidden and perpetually closed. Show gratitude to an heir of the demon lord, and kneel at her feet."

It was rather amusing to witness a woman indulging in Chūnibyō in this world. I suppose people here share some similarities with those from my previous world. After all, I, too, had grandiose delusions back then. Fortunately, they've subsided. Well, not entirely.

There was another woman just sprawled out, snoozing with a trail of drool escaping her mouth. Silver ash-colored hair framed her face, and her blue eyes were shut tight. It was impressive how she could sleep through all the commotion surrounding us.

While the classroom was filled with numerous students, my attention was drawn to three specific women, the ones I had my sights set on. Though perhaps not as seasoned as Professor Irene, these women exuded their own allure. Upon entering the classroom, I had already decided to make these three mine.

Gabrielle had dutifully supplied me with detailed information about all the women in this school, spanning from first to fourth years, highlighting their skills. In this particular class, my focus zeroed in on these three. In the silver class, I had identified four targets, and in the gold class, three had caught my eye.

These women held a certain significance in the grand scheme I was brewing against the kingdom's reigning king.

As I sat there, my mind silently wove scenarios of how I would execute my plans, envisioning the skills I would acquire and the roles these women would play. My eyes, however, was more fixated on Professor Irene's substantial assets than on the lecture she was delivering.

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The class zipped by while I was in a trance, and it was time to head home. I got up, slung my bag over my shoulder, and strolled towards the exit. Shredica walked beside me, but when I stole a glance at her, she maintained a determined gaze ahead, refusing to acknowledge my presence.

As we exited the lecture hall, an ominous and hostile gaze pierced through the air, not directed at me but at the woman walking beside me. I didn't bother turning to confirm what I already knew—who was behind that intense stare.

'This looks interesting,' I mused.

I subtly slowed my pace, creating a gap between Shredica and me. The footsteps behind us multiplied, a chorus of many, indicating a sizable group tailing us, or more precisely, tailing Shredica. Understanding that I was about to get entangled in this, I diverted from my usual path to the dorms and followed Shredica instead.