Grey and Elsinia strolled leisurely through the opulent hallways of the academy.
Everything about the architectural structure, from the walls to the well designed floors; they all looked beautiful. Beautiful in a manner that it all appeared easy on the eyes.
As they walked, Grey noticed something about Elsinia's uniform.
He glanced over at her, his words hesitant yet unyielding.
"Elsinia... isn't your uniform a little... well, tight?"
Elsinia turned to face him.
"What do you mean, Grey? Is there something wrong with it?" she asked.
There was innocent curiosity in her eyes.
Grey hesitated, his gaze inadvertently drawn to Elsinia's mesmerizing figure.
'How does a woman have so much... what is she, like eighteen...?'
He observed how her well-endowed breasts danced tantalizingly beneath her clothes, straining against the fabric as if longing to break free.
It was as if any wrong slip ups would cause the button keeping her rack in place to burst.
The only solace for her large breasts seemed to be the snug blazer that framed her body with precision.
The sleekness of the blazer was perfect enough that it matched the beauty of her curves. The manner with which the upper section of the blazer helped frame out her breasts made her appear not only alluring but also smart.
'I should just tell her...'
The only reason Grey hadn't was because he didn't know how Elsinia would take it.
After all, women had a strong sense of self-awareness.
Summoning his courage, Grey finally spoke.
"Well, Elsinia... it looks like it might be a bit tight. I mean, doesn't it make it hard for you to breathe?"
Elsinia's eyes widened when she realized what he was trying to say.
Sharply, she drew out her book and pen, and then she scribbled furiously.
[ My beautiful, black haired prince... He looked at me affectionately and told me these words: "Your uniform does not do justice to those wondrous gifts you possess". I had a feeling he would say this. In a split second before he said those words, our eyes met; it was like true love. His gaze lingered on my full, weighty breasts; he was hungry to simply dive into them and unwrap them from this treasure-chest of a uniform — How Scandalous! ]
After she finished writing down another entry, she kept her writing materials back.
Then, she cleared her throat.
An idea jumped into her mind.
'I know exactly what to do!'
Without saying a word, she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her voluptuous breasts and allowing a relieved sigh to escape her lips.
The sudden exposure accentuated her cleavage, leaving little to the imagination.
Closing her eyes, she placed her hand delicately on her enticing décolletage.
'Muhaha! He won't be able to resist me now, he's all mine...!'
She smiled proudly and mischievously.
"So, Grey, tell me, how do you like my attire now?" she purred.
『 Elsiniaʼs Imagination...
Elsinia: coyly exposing her cleavage "Oh, my beloved Grey, I just thought this top suited me today. What do you think?"
Grey: jaw drops "Uh... I... I... um..."
Elsinia: giggling "I knew you'd react like this. You're so cute when you're flustered!"
Grey: in a daze "I, uh... I... I need to sit down." 』
However...
In reality,
Seconds ticked by in silence, causing a flicker of concern to cloud Elsinia's expression as she peered through her lashes.
Where had Grey disappeared to?
Her confusion was heavier than her imagination.
"Huh?" she uttered.
Then, a voice called out from behind.
"Elsinia, come on! Let's find the headmistress' office. Do you even know where it is?"
It was Grey, turning around to face her.
Elsinia held up her hand, catching her breath.
"Wait, Grey," she implored. "I wanted to know... what do you think of these?"
Cupping her breasts and lifting them gently, she showcased her assets and unveiled her enticing cleavage.
Grey's gaze travelled over her exposed curves, taking in the sight with an air of nonchalance, he commented. "It looks great."
Elsiniaʼs crazy eyes manifested once more.
"Really?!"
The only thing crazier than her eyes, was her grin.
Grey nodded.
'At least now you can get some blood to your brain..' he thought.
...
They strolled down the opulent hallways once more.
Grey was already getting impatient; he wondered if they were any closer to finding the headmistress' office.
Glancing at Elsinia, he raised the question.
"Elsinia...?"
"Yes, my beloved?"
Grey sighed for a moment. "Are we any closer to the headmistress' office?"
Elsinia nodded.
"Yes, it's just behind that door down there."
She poined towards a grand and imposing door at the end of the hallway.
Grey's gaze followed her finger, taken aback by the sheer size of the door.
"Ah, I see. Finally, I was beginning to tire of walking," he exclaimed, some traces of relief gracing his features. "And what's with the 'my love' comment? Are you teasing me or something?"
Elsinia chuckled softly.
"Oh, Grey, with your strong muscles and charming nature, it's hard not to consider you my love."
"Eh?" said a confused Grey.
Elsinia shrugged, a coy smile lingering on her lips.
"Nevermind, my beloved. It was just a passing thought," she looked to the side. "Let's focus on finding the headmistress' office, shall we?"
"Sure thing," Grey affirmed, shaking off his confusion.
They continued to make their way down the hallway.
However, before they could make much progress, a figure emerged from one of the side corridors that branched off the main hallway.
It was a girl.
A flat-chested girl.
She had long purple hair cascading down her back in elegant waves. Her purple eyes held a calm and perceptive gaze, while her serious expression conveyed an air of authority. She was dressed in the academy's black and white uniform, the skirt displaying a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs. Ankle-high socks and cute brown boots completed her ensemble, adding a touch of youthful charm to her appearance.
Walking beside her, was a guy who exuded a captivating charm.
With his blue eyes, gelled blonde hair, his smile matched his light-skinned features.
The purple-haired girlʼs keen, perceptive eyes scanned the two.
In a commanding tone, she spoke.
"What're you two doing here? Classes have already begun, so you shouldn't be wandering around."
Grey arched an eyebrow in response to the girl's authoritative demeanor.
'Ugh, I can already tell she's the type who thinks she's better than everyone else, but it turns out she has some insecurity that her boyfriend has to solve which then truly makes her love him... And judging from her breasts, that might just be her insecurity.'
Grey felt a little irritated.
The fact that the old man forced him to come here and endure all this social torture.
In a sense, he was entertaining mediocrity.
"And you are?" Grey asked her.
The girl appeared slightly taken aback but quickly composed herself.
'He doesn't know who I am...?'
Clearing her throat, she replied, "I'll overlook your ignorance this once."
"Hm?" Grey shot her a questioning look.
The girl placed a hand on her "flat" chest.
"I am the esteemed student council president of the Lyronia Magic Academy. As students of this institution, it is your duty to adhere to the rules and conduct yourselves in an orderly manner."
Elsinia, unimpressed by Sera's display of authority, leaned in closer to Grey and whispered, "That's Sera Montgomery, one of the top students here. She's known for being a stickler for rules."
"Jeez, those type, huh..." Grey replied.
Elsinia rolled her eyes, adding, "Student council presidents are so overrated."
Grey, smirking, whispered back to Elsinia, "Tell me about it. They think they're the kings and queens of the school."
Both of them stifled a laugh.
However, Sera noticed their exchange, and her serious expression turned into a scowl.
She fixed an intense glare on Grey.
"And who might you be?" she questioned sharply, her hands firmly placed on her waist. "I haven't seen you hear before..."
Not one to back down, Grey responded calmly, "I'm Grey, the awesome transfer student everyone's been talking about from the NewGate clan."
Adrian Skyrider, the blonde fellow standing beside Sera, interjected.
"Lady Sera?" he called to her.
Sera turned her gaze behind her— where Adrian stood.
"Yes?" she answered.
"He isn't wearing a uniform. Perhaps he is indeed the transfer student we've heard about."
Sera's expression softened slightly as she turned to face Adrian completely. "Is that so?" she queried, her tone more composed. With a rhetorical question, she confirmed her suspicions. "NewGate... one of the four great magic clans?"
Adrian nodded in affirmation. "Indeed."
Turning her attention back to Grey, Sera scrutinized him more closely.
"Interesting..."