"Woooahhh, that looks delish!"
"Can I have some of that?"
"You want some nuts?"
"Yeah, I'm not falling for that..."
"These waffles reminds me of a video I watched sometime about two girls experimenting with a can of whipped cream."
"That's porn dude..."
"Oh."
In cafeteria, the students chattered and laughed as they tucked into their meals.
The scent of freshly cooked food was in the air.
The lunch ladies bustled behind the counter, serving up steaming dishes.
Grey and Elsinia had just finished placing their orders and were balancing their laden trays as they searched for a place to sit.
Grey glanced around and noticed the whispering and curious glances of the other students.
"Look, it's that NewGate guy again.."
"He's hanging out with Elsinia?"
"Who's Elsinia?"
"Dude, she's like the hottest elf in the school.."
"More like the only elf."
Grey let out an exasperated sigh and muttered, "Can't they give it a rest?"
But then, he reconsidered his words, "Hm," he uttered. "Then again, I can't really blame them, if I saw someone as good looking and cool as I was, I'd probably off my panties the first chance I get... if I was a girl, of course."
Elsinia tilted her head, her bright eyes looking a little concerned.
"Is something bothering you?" she asked in her soft voice.
Grey shook his head and managed a small smile. "Nah, it's nothing. Let's just find a place to sit over there," he said, nodding towards a quiet table in the corner of the room.
"Alright," Elsinia agreed with a nod, her ears twitching excitedly.
As they settled at their spot, Grey noticed the stark difference between their meals.
Elsinia's tray was lined with a balanced assortment of nutritious foods, including eggs, bacon, and various other healthy choices. In contrast, Grey's tray contained an array of sweets, from cupcakes to sugary bread, and even a sugary bean paste soup.
He took his small ceramic bowl of sugar and spooned a generous amount into the soup.
Elsinia peered at him with a puzzled expression. "Hm? Grey, what are you doing?" she asked as she adjusted her glasses.
Grey looked up and blinked innocently. "What?" he replied.
Elsinia raised her eyebrows and pointed out, "No, it's just that you usually use at least three or four spoonfuls of sugar with that soup."
Grey chuckled awkwardly and admitted, "Well, my old man warned me about it. I'm trying to cut back on sugar these days."
Elsinia nodded, surprised by Grey's revelation. "I see," she replied, her gaze lingering on him.
Suddenly, Grey's expression shifted, and he furrowed his brow. "Wait a minute," he began, turning his full attention to Elsinia. "How'd you know about that? I stopped doing that over six years ago."
Elsinia hesitated.
Her eyes briefly met his before she swiftly looked away, gulping hard.
In order to avoid the question entirely, she stuffed her mouth with food.
Grey stared at her with a playfully annoyed face.
"Sticking all that food in your mouth isn't going to save you from my questions this time."
Elsinia laughed as she continued to painfully chew. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she mumbled, her cheeks puffed with a mouthful of food, resembling a squirrel hoarding nuts.
Before Grey could respond, Wendy Sherville, the student journalist, appeared, catching Grey's attention.
"Good morning, Grey," Wendy greeted him with a warm smile.
Grey studied her for a moment. "Ah, the journalist girl, right?" he said, trying to recall her name.
"Yeah, that's me," Wendy chuckled lightly. "But my name isn't journalist girl, it's Wendy... Wendy Sherville."
"Alright, Wendy,"Grey nodded; he repeated the name so he could familiarize himself with it. "I'll keep that in mind," he added as he noticed a shy blonde girl lingering behind Wendy. "You too."
The shy girl, with her long blonde hair that was tied into pigtails which highlighted blue eyes and glasses, looked similar to Elsinia.
Grey couldn't really tell her height or anything about her physique because she was somewhat hiding behind Wendy.
"Oh, my bad, I forgot to offer you a s..."
Before he could even say "seat" Wendy swiftly took the lead, settling down at the table and placing her food tray in place before conversation could continue.
"You don't mind if we sit here, do you?" she asked Grey and Elsinia.
"No problem at all," Grey assured her.
'You'd have sat there even if I said no, so does it really matter?'
He turned to Elsinia. "Right, Elsinia?" he prompted, but Elsinia was visibly gritting her teeth, feigning a wide grin.
"Uh, Elsinia?" Grey called her name again.
His call for her response was met with a girlish giggle. "Of course, it's fine," she chimed in, struggling to contain her frustration.
'I can't believe she's sitting next to him. How dare she? Doesn't she know he's mine? I've strategically taken him to the cafeteria and placed myself here, right beside him, to ensure we have some alone time together. But now she's ruining everything! Who does she think she is, barging in like this? Look at her... Soon she'll laughing at his jokes, flipping her hair like she's the star of some romantic comedy. Ugh, I bet she's trying to steal his attention away from me. Well, it's not going to work! I've planned every moment of this encounter, and I won't let her ruin it. I should probably smile and act polite, even though I want to rip her eyeballs out. I'll just pretend to be interested in their conversation.'
Elsinia then rubbed her chin gently.
'I should really be thinking of ways to make her disappear... Or maybe a little something slipped into her drink and she died? No, too risky. I'll just have to subtly remind her that he's mine and she should back off...'
Now, Elsinia had already thought out everything she planned to do.
Grey looked at Elsinia as she smiled angelically for some reason.
Wendy then noticed her shy friend standing awkwardly by her side.
Grasping her arm, Wendy urged her to sit down.
The shy girl let out a small yelp as she sat down, her meaty and stacked breasts making a slight jiggle upon landing.
The softness and plumpness of her ass cushioned her, leaving her unhurt in the derriere.
Grey turned to face the blonde-haired girl with pigtails.
As his gaze met her, her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, and she promptly sought refuge behind Wendy's back.
"Wait, what's going on?" Grey queried, puzzled by the young girl's behavior.
Wendy laughed lightly, putting a reassuring hand on Grey's shoulder from across the table.
"Don't mind her. She's just a bit shy around boys, especially around you, Grey."
The blonde-haired girl peeked out from behind Wendy. "Wendy! Please stop," she pleaded, clearly flustered. "Y... You're embarrassing me..."
Wendy chuckled and gave the blonde girl an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. It wasn't my intention."
Grey observed the gentle rise and fall of the girl's substantial breasts. He maintained his composure, not showing any signs of being flustered or stirred by the sight.
Turning to Wendy, Grey inquired, "What's her name?"
Wendy informed him, "She's Alice Nazarick."
"From England?" Grey asked, raising an eyebrow.
Wendy nodded. "Yes, how did you know?"
Grey rubbed his chin, "Hm," he said, and thought to himself,
'Well, it's not really a luck guess... Odd things have been happening in English women's bras. The average British bra size took a jump from 33B to 37D, so basically, she may have a huge ass but her breasts are two levels up. I mean... Take a look at her tatas, they're looking pretty yummy if you ask me.'
Chuckling softly, Grey replied, "Not important."
Wendy then noticed Grey's tray and frowned.
"Uh, Grey?"
"Yeah, what's up?" he answered.
"Your breakfast looks a little unhealthy, Grey." Wendy frowned.
Like it was ludacris, Grey said, "What? No, it's not."
Picking up a spoon, Grey began to stir a mixture of sugar and bean paste soup, preparing to take a big bite. Wendy quickly intervened, stopping the spoon before it reached Grey's lips.
"You can't eat that. It's not good for breakfast."
Confused, Grey asked, "What's up?"
Wendy explained, "You're one of the strongest mages. You need to eat properly to stay healthy so that you can keep protecting everyone and getting me viral interviews for my channel."
Turning to Elsinia for confirmation, Wendy asked, "Isn't that right?"
Angrily, Elsinia responded through gritted teeth, "Yes, of course," her smile strained as she fought to control her rage.
'Oh, so now she's giving him diet advice. What's next, breastfeeding him? What're you, his mom?! I can't stand it! What if she tries to confess her love to him right here, right now? I have to say something, make up some excuse to drag him away. Anything to keep her claws off him!'
She was about to act, but then she restrained herself.
'Stay calm, stay calm, keep smiling. No one suspects a thing. But mark my words, girl, you better watch your step. He's mine, and I'll do anything to keep it that way.'
Once again, Elsinia's thoughts had turned possessive.
Wendy then smiled at Elsinia again, and Elsinia did the same albeit with more physical effort.
Meanwhile, Grey was mewing.