On an early Thursday morning, Grey was peacefully slumbering in bed, shirtless with only his boxer shorts on.
Suddenly, a voice called his name, jolting him awake.
"Grey~~"
"Darling Grey~~"
"Greeeyyy~"
He instinctively reached out and grabbed onto something soft.
This sharply awakened his senses.
"What's this?" he muttered.
As he applied gentle pressure to the tender, yielding flesh, a rush of pleasure coursed through his body. He continued to knead and press, feeling an intoxicating warmth spreading within him with each movement.
"It feels so soft..." he nodded slowly. "It feels... Right... Like what clouds would feel like if I could touch them, hm?"
"Nn... Nnn... Nngggyyaahhh~~!"
A loud and passionate moan sounded out of nowhere.
He groggily turned his head to see Elsinia laying next to him.
"Eh?" he mumbled, trying to make sense of the situation.
One of her breasts was firmly secured in his strong grip.
A sly smile adorned her face, her breath hot and heavy.
Beads of sweat trickled down her flushed body and onto the rumpled sheets. Some of the bullets of sweat traced their way down her smooth skin and all the way into the crevice of her sweaty, juicy breasts.
These salty fluids gently consumed her meaty breasts, it made it easier for Grey's hand to make complete contact with the contours of her breast.
"Good morning, Grey," Elsinia greeted with a smile. "Don't forget, it's Thursday."
"Yeah, I know. I have a calendar, you know," Grey replied, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Why are you in my bed?" he asked.
All Elsinia did was smile even more. "Why not?" her voice came out with a husky, sexy-mannered whisper.
She had a wild look in her eyes and was visibly flustered, her cheeks flushed as she panted heavily. Although it was more that her cheeks had turned a light shade of red due to the pleasure she felt.
"Do you still want to touch me some more?" she asked in a breathy voice.
Grey didn't hesitate, instead he said, "Hm?" and then glanced down at his hand, which was gripping Elsinia's breast like it was a stress ball. Slowly, he added more pressure, feeling the softness and warmth of her figure.
"Moreee~~" Elsinia moaned softly, as her body shifted and contorted with pleasure.
Analyzing the situation, Grey gently removed his hand from Elsinia and straightened up. "I'm not sure how I feel about this," he remarked, voicing his discomfort.
"Aren't you satisfied with my body?" Elsinia asked him.
"Nah, you're boobies look pretty yummy… maybe another time, I don't wanna be that guy who's touching a girl I've known for only a day or two," he spoke as he rubbed his chin, looking at the view from the window. "Besides we really should be getting to classes."
As Elsinia adjusted her clothing to cover her large breasts, she sat on the bed with a frown and muttered, "So, you still don't remember…"
Hearing her remark, Grey turned to face her and asked, "Huh?"
But Elsinia quickly waved off his concern. "Nevermind," she sighed.
"Uh, okay?" Grey scratched his head, a puzzled expression on his face.
And then he realized something.
"Shouldn't we be going to school today?" Grey pointed at Elsinia as who sat on the ruffled white sheets of his bed. "You're not dressed like there's school today," he pointed out.
Elsinia giggled before explaining, "It's already 9:00 a.m., way past school's starting time."
Grey's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, shoot, I'm late!" he exclaimed, placing his hands on his head.
Classes started by 8:00 a.m., but all students were expected to be in school around 7:30 a.m., at least. Then on Mondays, the school would have assembly which took place in the Announcement Hall - which the Headmistress, a special guest or a student council member would occasionally use to relay information to all the students.
Grey frantically searched for his clothes, trying to hurry up.
Suddenly, Elsinia burst into laughter and tried to muffle it with her hand.
Curious, Grey paused and asked her, "What's so funny?" he then pointed at her, unimpressed. "You're late too.."
Elsinia giggled and said, "Don't worry, our classes don't start until 4:30 p.m. today."
His shoulders immediately fell and with a completely confused and exhausted voice he uttered, "Wait, what?"
It wasn't a question, but more of a way for him to express his confusion a little more outwardly.
Elsinia laughed again in her usual charming manner which made her always made her nose wrinkle up. "Yeah silly, we still have plenty of time," she assured him.
"Wow, that's a relief," Grey said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he did. "I wonder what my old man would've done if he found out I didn't have perfect attendance this term."
Elsinia got off the bed and walked over to Grey.
Her feet were slim and dainty which only added to its beauty as stepped on the carpeted floor with a constant tapping sound. The slim structure of her feet matched the elegance and fullness of her thighs which she was always proud to display.
"Do you know what this means?" she asked him.
"More time to sleep in?" Grey guessed.
"No, silly," Elsinia exclaimed, grabbing Grey's right arm and wrapped hers around his.
Forcefully, she interlocked her fingers with his while smiling at him almost hypnotically, with the most intense and obsessed gaze anyone could think of.
"We're both free, so why don't we go out and have some fun? Like a date."
"A date?" Grey was taken aback.
The idea of a sudden date was somewhat... Perplexing, in every sense.
Elsinia nodded eagerly as her elven ears twitched.
She tightened her grip on his arm, and her sweet, loving expression became oddly possessive.
"So, can you pencil me in?"she urged.
Her grip around his arm tightened more and her soft, bouncy breasts pressed even more against his arm. The way her fingers gripped his fingers tightly - they were slowly crushing his. It almost felt like she would instantly break them if he didn't say yes.
However, Elsinia's stare - a crazy, all-consuming lovesick one, would make anyone think her "speculated" attempts to break his fingers were unreal.
Admitting defeat, Grey sighed, rubbing the back of his head - his own way of concealing his uneasiness. "Alright, a date doesn't sound so bad," he relented, feeling her breasts pressing against his arm. "And I'm curious to see what's outside the academy, too."
Elsinia moved even closer, her features lighting up. "We can do that together. It sounds fun already," she enthused.
"Agreed," Grey said, nodding.
Naturally, her constant edging closer to Grey made her breasts press into him more and more, and initially, it didn't bother Grey because he liked how they felt, but now, it was a little too much.
'Jeez, don't these breasts of hers have some sort of off button? They're too much...' he thought.
Grey attempted to shift his position, but Elsinia's arms were wrapped tightly around him, preventing any movement.
He made another attempt to free himself, but Elsinia maintained her firm hold, her ample breasts pressing against his arm.
"Elsinia?" Grey called out tentatively, gazing down at her.
She looked up at him with a serene smile and responded in a sweet voice, "Yes, my dear husband?"
Grey, taken aback, corrected her, "Firstly, I'm not your husband. Secondly, if you want me to go on this date, you'll have to let go for a moment."
Elsinia let out a soft exclamation and reluctantly began to release her grip, still reluctant to completely release him.
"Elsinia," Grey said firmly.
She feigned innocence, saying, "Oh, I thought I did."
He furrowed his brow, giving her a pointed look.
Elsinia chuckled nervously and scratched her head, looking sheepishly to the side.
Grey let out a sigh and walked over to the drawer beside his bed.
Upon looking it, he found a paper with the words "Big Brother" with a heart replacing the dot over the "i."
Just seeing that was enough to make him smile.
"Ah, this must be from Anna," Grey remarked. "Well, I guess it makes sense, she left without waking me up, so she probably knew I wasn't having classes... I'm not even gonna ask how she did, it's her after all."
At the mention of Anna's name, Elsinia's expression darkened, and she immediately frowned.
Just as Grey reached for the letter, Elsinia darted in front of him, blocking his access to the drawer.
"What's wrong?" Grey asked, puzzled by Elsinia's behavior.
Elsinia shook her head vehemently. "You can read the letter another time," she insisted.
Grey argued, "But it's from my sister, so it must be important."
Elsinia persisted. "NO!"
"Why?" Grey asked.
The next words were difficult for Elsinia to say, and yet she was able to force herself. "Because you stink, you need to go take a shower," she urged him.
"I don't smell," Grey protested, but he decided to go bathe to humor her.
As Grey left the room, he sniffed his breath and armpits.
Elsinia breathed a sigh of relief.
She then fixed her gaze on the letter, tore it to shreds with a look of absolute fury on her face.
"Phew, that was close," she said.
There was a look of regret on her face as Elsinia deeply thought to herself.
'I can't believe I told my black-haired prince that he stinks. He absolutely doesn't! I've even considered bottling up some of his saliva or sweat, but then I realize that might be, you know, a tad too much... or maybe not! Teehee!'
After all, she already had a small container in her waist bag, and in it was - Grey's early morning saliva.