Elsinia Verdigris.
A very sane girl.
And an insane one, when it came to Grey of course.
No one knew why, but she was obsessed with him.
After all, she already knew Grey was coming to Lyronia Academy before the headmaster.
Scratch that, she knew Grey would be attending the academy even before Grey himself did.
Some would call her "crazy" or "deranged", but that wasn't it.
From her point of view, she was simply devoted.
Elsinia straddled Grey.
Her buttocks pressed down on him.
Grey watched as her intense gaze fixed upon him.
'Is she a little heavy or is that just her ass...'
That was was the first thing Grey thought of.
The way her weight pressed against him stood as a constant reminder.
'Elsinia was it...?' he repeated in his mind.
Her pointy elf ears and short, white hair, braided delicately at the side, marked her as beautiful. With attractive glasses perched upon her dainty nose, her vivid blue eyes didn't leave Grey's face.
He felt her soft, plump buttocks pressing against his crotch, but he couldn't discern her true intentions.
"What exactly are you doing?" Grey asked, confused, as he stared up at her.
Her position and the crazed look in her eyes left him uncertain if she sought pleasure or something else entirely.
Elsinia, caught off guard by Grey's question, quickly realized she had been too forward.
She cleared her throat and adjusted her hair.
However, her shapely buttocks still remained firmly pressed against him.
That was the one thing she wouldn't change about this moment.
Grey noticed the enticing glossiness of her smooth, meaty thighs.
Her current position left both thighs completely exposed— as she wasn't the type to wear knee-high stockings.
Elsinia took a deep breath and fixed her glasses; the last thing that would regain her composure.
"I meant... I'm your girlfriend," Elsinia explained, her voice faltering slightly.
Grey arched an eyebrow, his confusion skyrocketed.
He hadn't even met her before, after all.
With those thighs of hers, he'd surely remember even after years of evolution.
"But we've never met," Grey pointed out.
Elsinia flinched, realizing her mistake in assuming their connection was already formed.
'Shit! I forgot we're only dating in my dreams... which... must become a reality soon!'
Her hands folded into fists.
"Shit!"
She muttered a quiet curse under her breath, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment.
Her initial and actual response to Grey was meant to be: "I'm your friend that's a girl"... which in retrospect, wouldn't fare any better.
"What's wrong?" Grey asked.
Elsinia stuttered, attempting to cover up her slip.
"N-nothing. Just... a misunderstanding," she managed to stammer out.
Her gaze darted left and right, searching for a way to regain her composure.
A composure she'd lost several times now.
Elsinia nervously twiddled her fingers, her gaze fixed on the ground as she tried to explain herself.
"Um, what I meant to say was... I... I want us to be friends," she stuttered out.
Grey raised an eyebrow, studying her carefully.
'There's no way I'm buying that innocent act...'
He noticed the intense look in her eyes – like a flame burning too bright.
'She's hot as hell, but maybe just a little... how do I put it...?'
Concern crept into his voice as he spoke.
"Are you okay? Maybe you should see a doctor. Your eyes, they... well, they look a little crazy," Grey suggested.
To his surprise, Elsinia seemed to take his words as a sign of rejection, fueling her obsession and possessiveness.
'Crazy...? No, I'm just in love with you, my beloved Grey. You're my everything, and I won't let anyone take you away from me. I'll keep you close, and then... our love will be the only thing that truly matters.'
Her hands flew to her cheeks and she gently grabbed them.
Then, her mouth widened into an overly enthusiastic smile, one nickel short of demented.
Her droopy eyes intensified. Their blueness swirled with an obsessive light.
A blush bloomed on her cheeks.
"Of course I'm not crazy~~"
She pressed her buttocks even more firmly against Grey's crotch.
Her smile didn't waver one bit. It was still has disturbing as ever.
Elsinia's voice was soaked in affection as she spoke; there was an animalistic fervor in her tone.
"If we were to become friends, I could be of service to you... anything you desire," she offered. "Anything..."
Grey was intrigued by her proposition.
"Anything, you say?" he replied, already interested.
Elsinia nodded slowly, almost hypnotically, her gaze didn't falter from Grey's.
Her strange behavior didn't deter him; instead, it piqued his curiosity.
In the blink of an eye, Grey vanished, a fleeting blue streak of movement.
Just as Elsinia's buttocks were about to hit the floor; in the absence of his crotch, he caught her by her jacket with a firm and swift grip.
Rising to her feet, Elsinia maintained her eerie smile, utterly unfazed by the sudden turn of events.
"You're fast..." she told him.
Grey smirked with undeniable pride. "Why wouldn't I be?" he replied.
Elsinia's reaction was immediate.
She turned her face away and then scribbled something furiously in her book before once again fixing her gaze on Grey.
Elsinia's hands trembled, clasped tightly together as she stared up at Grey.
"So, what is it that you need me to do?" she asked.
The level of self-devotion in her voice was one that could easily be felt.
Grey studied her for a moment.
Then, he answered...
"I'm trying to find the headmaster's office," he replied, his voice calm and collected.
Elsinia's heart sank.
She was absolutely disappointed at his request. For a moment, she felt the need pounce on him and force him to make the "right" request.
'I thought my beloved black haired prince was going to tell me to lay down on the grass so we could... shamelessly do it here... oh my, how scandalous...'
She started to smile more and more as she wrapped her arms around her body, blushing furiously.
Her imaginations went "wild" at the time.
But then, something caused her to abruptly pause and divert her attention.
It was like a new piece of information was force-fed into her brain.
"Headmaster?" she repeated, tilting her head to the side. "This academy doesn't have a headmaster, it has a headmistress."
Grey raised an eyebrow; a little surprise crossed his face.
"A woman? That's unexpected," he mused aloud.
Elsinia's lips curled into a calculating smile as she rubbed her chin, lost in thought. "Well, it does make sense considering your grandfather was the one who spoke to the headmistress," she muttered to herself.
"Yeah you're right."
After saying that, Grey abruptly paused.
His eyes widened in sudden realization.
"Wait a minute. How do you know about my grandfather?" he asked.
Elsinia's gaze darted left and right, her body instinctively moving backward as she carefully chose her words.
"That's not important right now. Let's go see the headmistress," she replied, her tone completely deflecting the question.
Grey adjusted his bag on his shoulder.
"Alright, we'll go see the headmistress. But we're definitely going to talk about how you know about my grandfather," he stated firmly.
"Uh, sure..."
Elsinia nodded, a nonchalant shrug in her movement, and they began to walk together, their footsteps was already leading them to the main education block of the academy.
They walked in silence for a few minutes.
Elsiniaʼs eyes slowly creeped to the corner of her eyes as she stared at Grey for a moment.
'That was close, it seems I'm letting my excitement get the best of me.'
Grey noticed she was looking at him.
"Is there a problem?" he asked her.
She immediately shifted her gaze away as her elven ears twitched several times. Her cheeks slowly turned red as she placed a hand over her mouth to stifle her gasp.
'It seems my beloved Grey can even tell when I'm in distress... It seems my fantasies as a damsel in distress isn't so far-fetched now.'
A slightly mad grin appeared on her face.
If only Grey could see it.