"Thanks for guiding me," I said, trying to be polite.
Ayumi, still a bit flustered from our earlier interaction, stammered out, "You're welcome, Mr. Zyn."
As I stood there, facing her, I found myself struggling to control my urges. I took a deep breath and exhaled, attempting to regain my composure. But there was an odd sensation, as if something beyond my control was happening.
Then, I glanced down and noticed the three girls wearing expressions of shock and embarrassment, their eyes darting downward. They were looking at my pants!
'Hey, Destroyer, don't move on your own,' I scolded my unruly companion, who was concealed in my trousers. This was the downside of wearing tight-fitting pants; they couldn't conceal my rather impressive "pet" when it decided to stir awake.
"So, which class are you in?" I quickly changed the topic while simultaneously trying to calm my rather excitable "Huge Pet."
