As the first rays of sunlight broke over the horizon, Kepyun was already deep into his morning workout routine. The room echoed with the sound of his deep, controlled breathing as he lifted heavy weights, his count steady and focused: "93, breath intake, 94, breath intake..." Beneath him, a small pool of sweat glistened on the floor, evidence of his intense physical effort. His muscular body, coated in sweat, shone under the morning light, emphasizing his formidable physique. Standing at two meters tall, Kepyun's presence was as commanding as it was impressive, particularly for someone only eighteen years old.
Meanwhile, Sakar was still nestled in the comfort of his bed, oblivious to the world around him. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over his pale, white face and highlighting his blood-red hair, which appeared even lighter under the sun's caress. One of his legs and an arm dangled off the side of the bed in a careless sprawl. To an onlooker, Sakar might have seemed merely handsome, a peaceful figure in the soft morning light. There was no hint of his less savory traits; nothing in his serene, sleeping face suggested that he was anything but innocent. No one would guess, just by looking at him, that he was known as an incurable pervert.
In this shared space, the contrast between the two roommates—Kepyun's disciplined physical exertion and Sakar's tranquil rest—painted a vivid picture of their differing natures.
***
Sakar found himself enveloped in utter darkness, a void where neither sight nor sound seemed to exist. Confusion and a creeping sense of disorientation washed over him as he questioned his reality.
*'What is this dark place? I can't see nor hear anything. Where am I? What happened to me?'* His thoughts raced, trying to make sense of the situation, feeling as if an eternity had passed, though it had only been a few seconds.
*'This is so boring, I wish there were something to see here.'* Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, a dim light appeared in the distance. It grew steadily, expanding outward until it revealed a landscape before him—a grassy land that seemed welcoming yet mysterious.
*'Oh, I see a light. The light is growing outward. I see something there. What is that? a grassy land. I have to go there.'* Encouraged by the sight, Sakar felt a solid ground beneath his feet as he moved toward the light.
*'Perfect, now I can feel the ground. I wish there were girls with sexy legs here.'* True to his character, his mind quickly drifted to his familiar preoccupation.
As if summoned by his desires, a surprising vision materialized before him—sexy legs adorned with a grass skirt, swaying in a hula dance. But something was amiss.
*'What is this? I can't believe my eyes! A pair of sexy legs with a grass skirt doing the hula dance in front of me!'* Sakar exclaimed internally, bewildered yet intrigued.
*'Whaaat? Where is the rest of that girl? A pair of legs up to the waist. I want to see more!'* His confusion grew as he realized that the figure before him was incomplete—just legs performing a dance without the rest of the body.
As he watched, fascinated, the image of the hula dancer tripled, multiplying before his eyes. Each figure danced in sync, hypnotic and surreal.
*'Hula dancers are now tripled. I want to see more!'* He urged, his excitement growing with each moment.
*'New types of sexy legs! Wonderful! This place must be heaven!'* Sakar concluded, his initial fear and confusion replaced by delight and awe at the bizarre spectacle unfolding around him. It seemed he had stumbled upon a fantastical realm—a place where his simplest, most visceral desires could manifest visually, though the surrealism of the scene left him questioning the nature of this strange, dream-like world.
As Sakar reveled in his fantastical world, every second brought forth a new spectacle of shapely legs clad in various attires—from colorful skirts and shorts to alluring lingerie and garters. Each pair showcased a different skin tone, creating a mesmerizing diversity that celebrated the beauty he adored most. Yet, peculiarly, none of these tantalizing legs were attached to any upper bodies, adding an element of surrealism to the spectacle.
The scene became overwhelmingly extravagant. Legs were everywhere; the ground was carpeted with them, and even the sky seemed to be painted with an array of dancing, sexy legs. Amid this dream-like chaos, Sakar found himself seated on a throne constructed entirely of these disembodied legs. His expression was one of utter bliss, his face lit up with a drool-inducing smile as he soaked in what he considered one of the happiest moments of his life. Wrapped up in this euphoria, he thought to himself, *'This must be it! All the hardships that I have gone through...'* The joy momentarily overwhelmed him, tugging at his emotions as he contemplated his journey.
But even in this moment of ecstatic fantasy, a deeper reflection surfaced. Everything in life, no matter how joyful or painful, invariably comes to an end. This fleeting nature of experiences is a universal truth often forgotten in the throes of our most intense emotions. When engulfed by sorrow, it feels eternal, as if the pain will never subside. Sakar pondered this, realizing that despite the continuous cycle of ups and downs in life, each episode, good or bad, eventually passed. Yet, in the midst of these trials, it remains a challenge to remind oneself that no feeling—no matter how intense—is permanent.
This introspective moment in a realm of unbridled joy served as a poignant reminder of life's impermanence, urging Sakar to appreciate the transient beauty of each moment, regardless of its nature.
Sakar's blissful reverie was shattered abruptly by the harsh crackle of lightning—a sharp, merciless judgment from above. The first bolt struck with devastating precision, targeting one particular pair of sexy legs, which instantaneously turned to charcoal before crumbling away into ash. The scene morphed from dreamlike to nightmarish in an instant, leaving Sakar's face twisted in horror as he witnessed the destruction of what he cherished most.
Before he could fully process the shock of the first strike, another bolt of lightning descended, annihilating another pair of legs with the same brutal efficiency. The atmosphere, once filled with joy and admiration, now echoed with the harsh reality of impermanence and loss.
In a state of panic and grief, Sakar rose from his bizarre throne of legs, stumbling towards the spot where the second pair had stood just moments ago. Overcome by emotion, he knelt down, his tears falling to the ground as he mourned the surreal loss. His voice, filled with anguish and disbelief, echoed through the strange landscape: "Why? WHY! SEXY LEGS DON'T DESERVE THIS!"
***
Kepyun, having completed his early morning workout, noticed that Sakar was still deeply asleep, seemingly caught in some intense dream. Concerned by Sakar's troubled expressions and murmured protests, Kepyun decided it was time to bring him back to reality.
First, he called out Sakar's name, "Sakar! Wake up, man!" But the verbal attempt proved futile as Sakar remained unresponsive, lost in his dreamworld.
Next, Kepyun gently shook Sakar, hoping the physical movement would do the trick. "Hey, wake up!" he urged, a bit more forcefully. Yet, Sakar continued to sleep, undisturbed by the jostling.
Resolving to try a more traditional—and sometimes more effective—method, Kepyun grabbed a glass of water from their dorm room's small table. He held the glass above Sakar's face, hesitating for a moment, contemplating the abruptness of what he was about to do. Deciding it was necessary, he prepared to splash the water, but just as he tilted the glass, only two small droplets managed to escape and land on Sakar's cheek.
The cool touch of the water droplets on his skin caused a slight stir. Sakar's face twitched, indicating a break in his deep sleep, yet he did not fully awaken. Kepyun, seeing this minor reaction, prepared himself to increase the dose.
***
As Kepyun poured the rest of the water, Sakar's dream plunged into utter chaos. In his mind's eye, the sky above his cherished landscape of sexy legs unleashed a torrential lightning storm, each bolt relentlessly striking down the apparitions. With a catastrophic force, the lightning obliterated each pair of legs it touched, turning them to charcoal before they disintegrated into nothingness.
Sakar's horror grew with each flash of light and crack of thunder. His screams of denial and pain—"NOOOOOOO!!!"—filled the room, raw and heart-wrenching. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with sweat and saliva as he sobbed uncontrollably. In a futile gesture of anguish, he pounded the ground with his fists, powerless against the destruction unfolding in his dream.
As the lightning continued its ruthless assault, the dream scene that had once brought him so much joy now mirrored a nightmarish version of hell. The final, massive lightning strike marked the end of the spectral display, leaving Sakar emotionally spent and defeated, like a child who had just witnessed the destruction of a beloved toy.
Then, in his dream, it began to rain. The few remaining pairs of sexy legs that had survived the lightning were now washed away by the rain, each droplet causing them to melt away as if they were made of sugar. What was once a haven in his mind had turned into a hell.
In the real world, Sakar jolted awake, gasping for breath, his eyes wide with the fresh horror of the dream. He lay there, panting, as the remnants of his nightmare faded, leaving him to confront the quiet reality of his dorm room, shared with Kepyun, who was watching him with a mixture of concern and confusion.
As Sakar came to grips with reality, still agitated from the dream's abrupt end, he found Kepyun grinning broadly at him, clearly amused by his roommate's outburst. This only fueled Sakar's frustration.
"YOU DESTROYED MY HEAVEN YOU MUSCLE BRAIN!" Sakar shouted, his voice thick with anger and his face a mask of irritation.
Kepyun, unfazed and still smiling, responded with genuine curiosity, "If I destroyed your heaven why are you complimenting me?"
"I AM NOT COMPLIMENTING YOU!" Sakar barked back, exasperated.
"But you just called me 'muscle brain'. Thanks for that compliment, but I am yet to turn my brain into muscle!" Kepyun replied cheerfully, taking the term as a badge of honor rather than the insult Sakar intended.
This exchange highlighted a fundamental aspect of Kepyun's character. His obsession with muscles was not just a personal trait but a worldview. To Kepyun, 'muscle' was the answer to almost everything. Beauty, best, power, perfect—all these concepts were synonymous with muscle in his mind. His eagerness to fight and showcase his strength was unyielding, a core part of his identity that sometimes made communication with him comically straightforward, yet frustrating for those like Sakar who didn't share his singular focus.
This difference in perspective between the two roommates—Sakar's complex, often perverse imagination contrasted starkly with Kepyun's simple, muscle-centered worldview—were too much.
Kepyun, ever practical and ready to move past the morning's dramatics, clapped his hands together, shifting focus to the day ahead. "Let's go eat breakfast, we don't have much time! You said it yourself," he urged, his voice carrying a tone of encouragement mixed with a reminder of their schedule.
Sakar, still recovering from the emotional rollercoaster of his dream and the subsequent wake-up, took a deep breath, his frustrations beginning to subside under the weight of practical necessity. Realizing that lingering on his nightmare would not change anything, he nodded reluctantly.
"Fine, let's go," Sakar agreed, pushing himself off the bed. As they left their room, Sakar tried to shake off the remnants of his dream, focusing instead on the mundane reality of starting another day at the academy.