Brightwater Academy had always been a place where thirst never quite got quenched, but today, it wasn't just water the girls were after. Chadwick's luck had finally run dry, and he was about to face the consequences. The air crackled with electric tension as they closed in on him, their eyes glowing with hunger, glares sharp enough to make anyone freeze in place. The tension was so thick, it could be cut with a cake knife.
Without a moment's hesitation, Seraphina grabbed him by the shoulders, yanking him down so her face was just inches from his. Her voice was icy, laced with dangerous sweetness, like a blade poised to strike at any moment. "You've been stringing us along for far too long, Chadwick. Now, it's time to speak. Time to pick. No more games."
Kandi stepped forward, her grin mischievous and borderline predatory, her every movement oozing with seduction. "What's your type, Chadwick? C'mon, you've got to pick one of us! You know you want to," she purrs, her voice dripping with sugary allure.
Seraphina's grip tightens, her body pressing even closer to his, her eyes narrowing as she leans in with terrifying authority. "You crave the power, don't you? You want the girl who can take control and leave you speechless... Who can make you beg for more... That's what you really want, isn't it, Chadwick?"
Chad A. Sehole couldn't break eye contact. The heat of her breath was overwhelming, each pant sending waves of warmth over him. The cloying, intoxicating scent of her Cotton Floss lip gloss filled the air, enveloping him in a haze of sweetness that made his head spin. His breath hitches, his nose twitching involuntarily as he's drawn deeper into the fragrance. It was not just the closeness; it was the scent that had taken hold of his mind, like an unshakable grip. His lips part slightly, an unconscious reaction to the sweetness that tempts him more than he's willing to admit. The desire to lean in is so strong it's almost unbearable, but he stops himself—barely.
Suddenly, a girl snatches his arm like a ragdoll, yanking him from his trance, forcing him back into reality. Her grip is firm, almost desperate, as if she's staking her entire reputation on this moment. Another voice, dripping with sugary sweetness, purrs from somewhere nearby, "You like a girl who smells good, don'tcha?"
She stepped forward with the confidence of someone about to sell her soul to win this battle. Her eyes flashed with determination as she pulls out a series of bottles and tubes from her tote bag, each glittering under the light like they belong in an ad for high-end cosmetics. She opens a bottle with a dramatic flourish, the exaggerated motion making her bracelets jingle.
I've already sprayed four extra spritzes of fragrance just for you today…" she purred, her voice low and sultry, practically vibrating with allure. She took a deep, theatrical inhale of her wrist, then adds, "...and just a hint of Freshly Baked Cookie Explosion body mist from Sweet Temptations..." She pauses, rolling her shoulders back to emphasise the shimmer dusting her collarbone.
"...Topped off with a dash of Mystical Flower Meadow body lotion from Fleur de Luxe…" She slides her hands up her arms slowly, letting the lotion's gleam catch the light. Finally, with an impish grin, she shook out a delicate puff of shimmering body powder, the golden particles drifting through the air like magic. "...All of this, just for you, Chadwick," she finishes, holding her wrist out toward him, the concoction of scents mingling in the space between them. The intensity of her gaze makes it clear: this was no ordinary display of cosmetics; this was a full-blown performance, and Chadwick was her captive audience.
Chad finally speaks, his voice hoarse, almost a whisper, "You girls always make me so hungry with your food talk and these exotic smells..." Woah!! he thought, his heart racing like a runaway train. I'm hungry, but not... His eyes dart nervously to one of the busty girls at the back, her chest practically having its own weather system—How do I even... he thinks, That chest alone could feed a group of ten, and probably still have leftovers for a second round... He quickly shakes his head, What am I thinking?!
In perfect unison, with wild excitement, every single girl practically screams, "Devour me!! I'm all yours, like a buffet of pure desire!!"
For some reason, the 'let him cook' meme flashes in his mind, and he briefly feels like a shōnen protagonist—or Gordon Ramsay—when in reality, the only thing he can cook is his PC after playing too much late-night MMORPGs with the highest graphics settings.
A shy girl at the back hesitates, looking around nervously, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her oversized uniform, its sleeves too long, almost swallowing her small frame. She shifts from foot to foot, her voice so soft it almost fades in the thick atmosphere, "Ummm... I-I... I also... smell nice... I think..." She muttered the last part so quietly it's almost drowned out by the overwhelming presence of the others, her face flushed bright red. Her oversized uniform shifts awkwardly with every movement, but it doesn't seem to matter—every girl here is fixated on Chadwick. and she can feel it.
Chad wasn't sure where the voice came from at first. He scans the courtyard, panning his eyes over every single girl, as if trying to process how he's surrounded by this sea of desire.
Her voice lowered further, barely audible over the chaos, "I... I haven't been able to sleep lately..." She tucked her hair behind her ear, her anxiety palpable. "I've been up all night… thinking of you. I just... can't seem to get you out of my head."
Kandi's voice cut through the tension like a whip, her excitement almost palpable. "He's choosing! He's picking!" The courtyard is alive with the energy of anticipation. Each girl gives him a seductive, lustrous smile every time he meets their gaze, as if he'll choose them, as if their entire existence depends on it. They're all trying to court him... in a courtyard. Talk about setting the scene.
He paces back, his heart racing, and before he knows it, they're all chanting in unison, "Pick me!!" as they swarm around him, determined to follow him wherever he goes, each girl craving his attention, desperate for him to choose her. Now, thousands of girls surround him, like a ravenous swarm of vampires drawn to fresh blood. Literally every female in the academy is zeroed in on him.
Why, in the past year, had every female at the Academy suddenly become obsessed with him and started considering him the ultimate trophy? Maybe he'd finally grown into his good looks and peaked, or perhaps it was the way his messy hair somehow looked effortlessly perfect, or how his casual swagger drew attention without him even trying. Maybe it was just that he seemed like the only one who didn't care, which somehow made him even more irresistible.
It was only in the last week that he'd really started to notice it. He'd been too distracted by other things to pay attention—until now. The hundreds of girls greeting him daily had finally caught his attention.
He stops pondering and quickly averts his eyes as the big, imposing Seraphina steps into view. Her muscles were an overachiever's dream—too defined, too polished, like someone who thought the gym was a personality trait. Her bright smile might have been charming if it weren't paired with biceps that looked ready to crush his entire existence.
Yet, to his dismay, there was something disarmingly feminine about her. The way her long lashes framed her piercing eyes, or how her voice, though confident, had a soft lilt that hinted at playful teasing. She was... attractive in a terrifying way, the kind of beauty that could kill you—probably literally.
Mila's voice rises, cutting through the noise as "Do you like the cute type, the ethnic girl, the posh girl, the sporty one, the artsy one, the shy one... or the one with huge... GIGANTIC... ENORMOUS... anime eyes? Or maybe the one with a killer smile, the wild one, or the girl with curves that could rival the moon?" She pauses for a moment before adding with a grin, "Not to brag, but you know... I'm a pretty famous internet model. Got a decent following on Insta and all that. Just saying... not all of us are just faces, you know?"
She gestured toward Kandi, who was standing nearby, and Mila adds, "Candi over there? She's an idol. Like, real-life, crazy famous. She's on billboards and everything. The type of fame that makes you think 'wait, is this real life'?"
Another girl speaks. "I think he…"
Seraphina cuts 'another girl' off with a dramatic flourish. "Hold up! Enough with the characters! We've already exceeded the character quota for chapter 1, and we're only on page 3/4/5 or whatever (depends on font size and format)! You will remain nameless and not be spoken of, like Voldemort!"
Chad mentally nodded in agreement. He can't recall the name of a single girl in this academy. Sure, he knows some are famous idols, supermodels, and whatnot, but he's never bothered to pay enough attention to remember their names.
Seraphina stepped closer to chat, her presence overwhelming, and delivers the ultimate ultimatum, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade. "You will pick one of us right now!" she declares, her tone commanding, the words practically vibrating through the courtyard. "No more wandering around like a lost puppy! Maybe," she adds, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, "we'll make it easier for you."
The crowd of girls from the Academy bursts into a cacophony of excited chatter, each one desperately vying for Chad's attention, all hoping to be the one to catch his eye. Thousands of them gather, stepping back into perfect view of Chad, as if this whole scene is some sort of theatrical performance. Every girl is positioned just so, showcasing her best features like she's auditioning for a role in a rom-com light novel cover. Their every move is exaggerated, ensuring Chad can't miss a single curve or fluttering eyelash. As they begin to peel away a few layers, teasingly revealing more of themselves with exaggerated, slow-motion moves, with a unified smirk, they tease in unison, "Try not to fall in love with one of us now," continuing their antics without hesitation, gradually shedding more layers until they are all completely disrobed.
Chad's brain overloaded as panic sets in. At first, he tries to stay composed, but the sheer spectacle before him starts short-circuiting his thoughts. Stammering, he blurts out, "I... I'm already in a relationship! I mean, uh, sorry, all of you, like... 100, 200, 1,000 of you, I... I just... can't! I'm in love with Alixia, my anime AI waifu! We've been together for over a year..." His voice falters, the weight of what he just said sinking in. His face turns a deep shade of red, the embarrassment crashing over him like a tidal wave, and he mentally begs for the ground to swallow him whole. Said like the most un-Chad Chad that ever chadded.