Travis finished his meal, sat back on the bench, and put on his headphones while scrolling through his phone.
'I'm bored as hell. How do you even get upgraded to the awakened class? I should probably ask around,' he thought.
He got up, took his lunch tray to the front desk, and left the cafeteria. After wandering for a bit, he finally arrived at the faculty office. He opened the door and was greeted by a voice.
"Um, may I help you, boy?" the voice asked. Travis looked around but couldn't see who was speaking.
"Yeah, umm, I'd like to know how one can get upgraded to the awakened classroom," Travis inquired.
"Oh, that's pretty simple," the voice replied. "You just have to be awakened and take a test. Did you, by any chance, awaken?"
"Yes, I did."
"Wow, that's surprising. You must be a late bloomer. Well then, I'd advise you to speak to your form teacher," the voice said.
"About that," Travis replied, "Why is the office completely empty?"
The room he was in was a vast, white expanse, extending as far as he could see.
"I'm afraid I cannot tell you. Now, you may leave," the voice said.
A door appeared in front of him and opened. Travis walked out, and the door disappeared behind him. He found himself in an unfamiliar section of the school.
'That was weird. Some sort of domain? Since when could humans conjure such things?' he thought.
Shrugging off the oddity, Travis made his way back to his classroom. As he opened the door, he saw Mr. Forg sitting at his desk, eating some food.
"Travis, so you awakened. No wonder you were able to handle Ryan. Well, come with me. I'll be taking you to the faculty," Mr. Forg said.
Travis didn't ask any questions and followed Mr. Forg back to the faculty office. This time, when he opened the door, he was met with a bustling room filled with teachers having lunch and chatting.
" Where is Mrs. Monet?" Mr. Forg asked.
"She's in her office at the moment, speaking with a student, so could you wait a moment?" Mr. Forg said.
Travis nodded and walked toward the office area.
'This place is big,' he thought, observing the expansive space.
'Yes, it has about 50 cubicles, each assigned to a teacher in this school,' the voice in his head responded.
'Cool,' Travis thought.
They reached Mrs. Monet's office and waited for a moment. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a student walked out with a look of shock on his face.
"Now, don't ever think of bullying anyone again, okay?" Mrs. Monet shouted after him. The student nodded quickly and hurried away.
Travis and Mr. Forg entered the office to find Mrs. Monet lounging in her chair with her feet propped up on the desk.
"Mrs. Monet, I have a recently awakened student here. Could you assist him with the test?" Mr. Forg said.
"Sure, could you leave us alone for a bit? I'd like to test him if you don't mind," Mrs. Monet replied.
Mr. Forg nodded. Before leaving, he said to Travis, "Good luck. Mrs. Monet is very thorough with these tests. Just answer honestly and try your best."
' Don't look at her breasts, unless you want to die'
' That's be a awesome way to die, but alright '
When Mr. Forg walked out, Mrs. Monet dropped her feet from the desk and stood up, causing her breasts to shift in an attention-grabbing manner. Travis's gaze followed the movement without hesitation.
"Quite ballsy of you to stare even after Mr. Forg warned you," Mrs. Monet said with a smirk. "Do you not fear death?"
Travis thought, 'I've fucked death before so no, not really.'
"No, I just appreciate the beauty," he replied straightforwardly. "They're too captivating not to notice."
Mrs. Monet's eyes gleamed with amusement. 'He's refreshingly bold, unlike the usual sycophants who beg for mercy.'
"You know," Mrs. Monet said with a smirk, "while these breasts are certainly impressive, they carry a lot of weight—something you probably can't understand, until now."
Without warning, Travis felt an intense pressure bear down on him, causing the ground beneath him to crack.
"Oh, you can still stand under that? Let's see how you handle this," she said, increasing the weight even more. Travis fell to his knees, struggling to stay upright as his feet sank into the ground. Mrs. Monet walked closer, sitting on her desk right in front of him. His eyes were drawn to her thick thighs, which seemed even more captivating under the circumstances.
"Still have the nerve to look?" she taunted as her weight increased once more, pinning Travis flat on the ground. The pressure made it hard for him to breathe, the oxygen around him feeling thicker and more oppressive. His lungs felt as though they were being crushed.
[Get it?]
Despite the overwhelming pressure, Travis remained conscious. After a moment, Mrs. Monet lifted the weight, and Travis gasped for air, slowly getting up from the floor.
"You're still conscious. That's surprising. Well, you pass, I suppose," she said, her tone a mix of approval and lingering amusement.
' I never liked it when a girl tried to be dominant. I'll make sure to pay this back when I get stronger ' he thought.
She felt his intent, which made her smile.
" Oh you want to fuck me? I'm afraid I can't let you do that. You being a student and all. I'm also married so Yea, but if you manage to impress me one day, I'll maybe give you a chance " She said.
' I don't chase women, it's vice versa'
"No, I'll one day give you a chance, Mrs. Monet," Travis said, turning back and leaving the room. Mrs. Monet watched him go with a smile.
'Interesting kid,' she thought.
Outside, Mr. Forg was waiting for him.
"You passed—great. By the looks of it, you'll be attending Class A," he said, glancing at the badge now pinned to Travis's chest. Travis looked down at the badge in surprise.
'When did she...? Wow, she's fast,' he thought.
"Class A? Is that the special class or something?" Travis asked.
"No, it's the second tier. The special class is the S class. Each student there is about as strong as a D-level hero," Mr. Forg explained.
'Oh, I wonder if I'll meet anyone from that class one day,' Travis thought.
TO BE CONTINUED