User blog:RedNSFW/A long story - Chapter 2

''Heya! Welcome back! Since you’re here, I’m glad you’ve read through the (long) first chapter, and I really hope you’ll enjoy this second one where things will start becoming a little more exciting! Terribly sorry for the wait, by the way; hopefully I’ll be more regular with the next chapters… Maybe…''







Chapter 2: The friendly ones





I slept well, and when I woke up, the sunlight was starting to enter my room through my window, lighting it up. I dressed up, as usual, then upon leaving my room was greeted by a warm “Good morning!” from Claire, who was waiting for me nearby. That day was indeed the day of my first attempt at making friends with peaceful mamonos. “Good morning!”, I replied. I was almost smiling; I swear her face and radiant smile have the power to put you in a good mood.



When I got to the table, I introduced my guest to John and Emma, and vice-versa. Claire sat next to me, and John, who was on my left, started asking me quietly: “Is she your girlfriend?

- Nah”, I answered.

“How did you two meet? I mean, you haven’t hung around any monster girl until now…”, Emma asked soon after.

“Ah, yeah. Yesterday, I forgot my Alchemy lessons on my desk. She noticed them around dinner time and gave them back to me past the curfew, because she didn’t want to bother me before. Then we talked about why I didn’t approach girls of this school much, and since I had already thought about trying to make friends with the ones least likely to assault me, we agreed to meet again this morning. Did I miss anything?

- I don’t think so… Oh, actually you did, you promised me to be more careful about your belongings. That’s important too!”, she insisted.

“I know, I will… Sorry again”, I replied, scratching the back of my head while apologizing.



<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Then we resumed our breakfast. “Maybe it’s all part of her technique to get you…”, John said speaking quietly again with a mostly mocking and slightly interested tone, if you see what I mean. “If that’s the case, then I’m fine with it. As long as it’s more progressive, like how you’d build a relationship with a human girl, I don’t really see any reason why I should complain.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- It’s sure that if you look at it that way…”

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">After we finished having breakfast, we stayed some more time chatting. John and Emma then came back to their rooms together after about ten minutes, while Claire and I talked a little more before we both had to leave as well.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The first lesson of the day way Zipanguese again… in pairs once more. “Sensei, are you trying to tell me something?!”, I thought. She was not even trying to hide that she was trying to make one more couple, she looked at me several times when the pairs were being formed. Unfortunately, I couldn’t ask Claire if she wanted to be with me during the lesson, so I ended up with an almost quiet Cancer.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She was quite inexpressive, and watched my every move, so most of the time we just had a staring contest. I did try to initiate a conversation a few times though, but she just looked at me with her round eyes, seemingly out of curiosity, to which I replied with an equally curious stare. And this for the whole lesson, save for the few times one of her bubbles flew into our line of sight, distracting the both of us before bursting and us resuming our weird questioning. Or the one time she slowly brought her pincers a little too close to me, but backtracked when she realized it. It was overall actually pretty oddly relaxing, and made the lesson feel like it was shorter than it really was.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Then, a Magic lesson. Not alchemy with circles, formulas and stuff, but actual magic; at least, attempts to learn it. Do I really need to mention Sensei put us into pairs again? This time, I was with Claire, and it seemed that she had a good knowledge of water magic. Manipulating flows, creating air bubbles… Though she said she excels the most at her “ritual magic”, which allows a human to make his wedding with an aquatic mamono official and to breathe underwater. Out of curiosity, I asked her:

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“Have you ever performed that ritual?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Yes, I have, once. I was thirteen back then. My mother wanted to know if I was ready or not to actually perform my duties as a Sea Bishop, and I did it for a man and his long-lost childhood friend, who had become a Nereid. I was really happy for them, also because I had managed to make the whole ritual by myself, and my mother was pleased to know that I could become a real Sea Bishop. But I didn’t feel ready, so I decided to train for a few more years, and to go to school to learn new things as well. May I ask you why that question?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Oh, nothing really, I was just curious. I mean, you’re a Sea Bishop, but I didn’t know when they usually start to carry out their functions. So, it’s around thirteen years-old, am I right?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Yup!”, she answered once again with a bright smile.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“By the way, if you ever need to undergo the ritual someday, I’ll be there to do it. I know I will. You can count on me!

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Wha-?!” was my only answer.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“Did I say something wrong?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Well… How can I put this… It’s really nice from you, and I’m actually thankful you would help me then, but I don’t plan to get married to any aquatic mamono any time soon…

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Ah… Sorry, my train of thoughts got the best of me!” she said, slightly embarrassed and rubbing the back of her head.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“Nah, it’s fine. I too hope you’ll be the one performing the ritual if required.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Really?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- As real as you’re a Sea Bishop. Plus, why would I prefer a random Sea Bishop to do it rather than a friend?”

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She let out a small giggle and smiled as a reply.We then resumed the lesson, trying to create a water bubble not individually, but together.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">By the end of the lesson, I had understood the basic theory of water magic, in great part thanks to Claire’s explanations (and Sensei’s as well, though what she said was mostly the major steps, without going back from the basics). She taught me how to channel my mana, and how to cast water magic… I didn’t really manage to cast anything though, save for a tiny bubble that only lasted for a few seconds. But I thought it was already a good start… The next lesson was on the next day, so I could train some more, and hopefully achieve the primary goal of the course, which was to cast spells as a duo. Not everyone focused on elemental spells though; I don’t think I need to describe what kind of spells they were.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">After that, I invited her to eat with Emma, John and me, but she declined since she had already accepted to have lunch with other mamonos. When I caught up with my other friends, right on time for lunch, I asked them how the lesson went. John had been able to create a flame in his hand, which almost went wrong when Emma summoned a slight gust of wind at the same moment… They also tried casting an earth spell as a duo, but barely got a few grains of dirt. In any case, they were definitely both on the good way.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">When we finished our lunch, I noticed Claire making a sign to tell me to come to her table. John and Emma were absorbed in a discussion about architecture, which was interesting but in which I couldn’t get a word in, so I decided not to disturb them and to talk with Claire. When I arrived at her table, she introduced her friends to me, and vice-versa. There was Balsa, but also Lina, a pretty cheerful Lizardman, and Mana, a Mantis that looked emotionless (as to be expected from a Mantis). I was relieved to see that they were all from species that don’t attack men, at least not until some conditions are met, so by being careful not to meet them, I thought it would be just fine…

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Knowing that the Mantis would be the least likely to enter her “monster instincts” mode, since it required her mating season to arrive, I tried initiating the conversation:

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“Do you mind if I ask where you are from?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Forest.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Well, I could assume that much… Most Mantises if not all live in a forest. But which one? Where?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Emerald Forest, North-West.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Ah, I see… My parents and I settled in a village near it a few years ago. The forest was said to be devoid of monsters, so if anyone had told me there were Mantises, I would probably not have believed it…

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Hmm.”

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Seeing that the conversation wasn’t headed anywhere in particular, she nodded in approval and went back to talking with-- actually listening to her friends. So all I had learnt about her was where she lived. I stayed a little more to follow their conversation, about their native environments; Mana didn’t participate, but seemed to listen intensely to the other girls’ stories. After a few minutes though, I decided to leave, telling them “see you later!”… I wasn’t exactly wrong.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">When I came back to check on the duo, it was already time to get back in class. The upcoming lesson was History, but an uncommon one: having a Hakutaku as a teacher can be quite useful to learn not just about Zipangu’s history, but also about the whole world’s… Upon entering the classroom, I installed myself at the table next to the windows in the row before the last one, knowing that it would not matter in any way since it was not going to be a class with pairs. And that even when lessons are done by pairs, there were no really fixed seat or partners.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I didn’t notice or pay attention to the person who took a seat behind me until she started inspecting me. And by that, I mean actually inspecting every part of my body. At first, I started feeling something itching a little in several spots in my hair. I ruffled it to make the itching disappear, but it came back only seconds later, along with the sensation of something slightly pulling and curling my hair. I put my hands together at the back of my head, and the hands that wanted to examine my hair went away. Then, they went back to work again, this time at the top of my head.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Slightly irritated, I turned around to see who was that curious about my hair… and was met by a finger poking my right cheek. A hand in a black glove, an expressionless face… It was Mana. Before I even opened my mouth to tell her to stop, she continued poking my face, and didn’t seem to care in the slightest about the fact I had reacted.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“Hey, Mana, could you please stop that? I’m trying to focus on the lesson…”, I whispered. No reply. Instead, she continued her inspection of my body by touching, grabbing, half-massaging and lifting my right arm, which was on my chair. “Mana?” She didn’t seem to care, and continued by taking my wrist, then my hand, using the same process. “Can I at least ask you why you’re doing this?” She looked at me and resumed what she was doing. “Fine, whatever…” I tried turning around again to continue listening to the lesson, but she was holding my hand, and was now studying my fingers.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I pulled slightly to free it, without much success. I tried a second time with a little more strength and managed to seat correctly again, advancing my chair not to be bothered again. She didn’t disturb me for one or two minutes, and right when I thought it was over, it actually started. During the rest of the lesson, she examined my shoulders and my back, which were spots she would obviously check by being behind me, as well as my arms (again)… But she also discretely went under my desk to check my legs. Then she tried to inspect my- “Stop. It’s private territory here”, I said with my hand on my crotch. She looked a little disappointed and stared at me for a little while from below the desk.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Nobody seemed to notice what was happening, except for Sensei, who I could see smiling a little upon seeing the scene. When Mana was done with my legs, she went back to her seat and started poking my back again. I turned around once more, and asked: “Really, why are you doing this?! Please, stop it…” She looked at my face, brought hers close to me, and sniffed. She then brought her face right next to mine and licked it. “Hmm.”, she nodded with her usual expressionless face, as if she was deeply in thoughts.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“W-what are you doing?!

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Experimenting.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Okay, I’ll say it’s alright just for this time. But please, don’t do it again without warning…”

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I sighed and resumed listening to Sensei’s lesson, while Mana continued her experiments on my back. I have to admit though, it overall felt like some kind of massage, and I felt like my body was less tense afterwards, although I doubt it was her goal. I just hope that by “experimenting”, she didn’t mean “collecting data”, especially since such information is sensitive with mamonos…

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The next class was pretty odd, since it took place outside, and Sensei wasn’t the teacher this time: Physical Education. The coach was a Jinko in her early/mid twenties (I heard she was twenty-one) who looked pretty young, strong and strict. And because it wouldn’t be fun if there was not this system, we had to form pairs (again). This time, I ended up being paired with Lina, Claire’s Lizardman friend.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The lesson was in fact divided into several activities: running, handball and fencing. At least two of these activities could get me into trouble if I wasn’t careful enough… But if I held back too much, it would just make me looking like I don’t want to participate in the lesson. I assumed that she wouldn’t hold back and give her all, anyway… And I was right.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">After a pretty brief warm-up, we all started with handball. The class had been split into two groups, to play on two different fields for six versus six matches, duos obviously playing on the same field. But not necessarily on the same team… The first match required cooperation with the team, and more particularly with the pair through interactions such as passes.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Some monster girls put so much power into their throws that you could see the mark of some impacts on the ground, and Lina’s were no exception. Actually, she was probably the one who put the most energy into her strikes… In any case, I was trying to advance as much as possible without getting hit by a powerful shot. Near the end of the match, I managed to pass the ball to Lina from almost the other end of the field, who scored and allowed our team to win. Shortly after that, I received from her one of the strongest pats on the back I’ve ever seen…

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The second match opposed the pairs, and even worse, we had to attack and defend against our attributed “partner”. Which meant I had to counter Lina. When I realized this, a small bead of sweat started running on the side of my head, and not just because I had sweat during the previous match. It meant not only dealing with her ruthless offence, but also not being blocked by her aggressive defence. Hopefully, the matches were pretty short (something like ten minutes per match), but I would still have to struggle for the match’s duration.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">It turned out my assumptions were right, and that she played very aggressively. Whenever I could catch a pass from one of my teammates, she took a place where she could intercept the ball without fail; whenever she had the ball, she managed to slip through my defence by dashing past me. The absolute worst was when I had the ball. The first time, I could not advance because she was efficiently blocking my way, and she tried to catch the ball every time I dribbled. In the end, I held the ball, spun around her and threw it to a teammate… Or so I thought, as I saw Lina rushing towards the ball, and managing to get it to score.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The second time, after a service, someone passed me the ball. I rushed forwards, bypassing the other team’s defence, but there she was, as the last stand. When my gaze encountered her focused reptilian eyes locked onto me, I knew I was into trouble whatever I’d do. Knowing that the rest of my team was being held back by the opponents’ defence, I had to try something.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">In a last, desperate attempt to score (and even to do anything at all in this match), I jumped as far in front of me as I could, and threw the ball as hard as I could (while trying to be at least a little accurate) towards the end of the goals. She dashed to try to catch the ball, but didn’t manage to at first. Then she flipped in mid-air and punched the ball away, a few moments away from the end of the match. I had a quite rough landing, but Lina helped me getting back up, with an expression saying “you might have surprised me this time, but it won’t happen again!”, yet without anger.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">We had to choose the next sport, and we decided it would be running. Actually, sprints against the clock over a hundred meters. My legs felt a little sore from all the running around the basketball field, but I still had energy left to run. We had to run simultaneously by pairs, as the coach wanted to compare our abilities and tell us how to try to beat the other’s time.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">And again, she didn’t go easy on me. During the first race, she actually distanced me without even breaking a sweat, while I ran quickly but carefully not to push myself too hard. The Jinko noticed that and asked me to try harder. For the second sprint, I put some more energy into it, and could almost keep up with her; almost, since she was still the fastest in the end.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">We had to do it about twenty times, but I would never have been able to survive what was coming next if I hadn’t spared my resources for the final sprint, where I went to my full speed. Surprisingly enough, I did outdistance her for a part of the race, until she shifted to the second gear and caught up with me on the finish line. At that moment, I wondered whether she had gone easy on me until then, or if she really had to try harder with my last sprint; I guess only her knows.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The last sport was fencing; in fact, more of a swordfight training than actual fencing. And I had a Lizardman in front of me, which meant she likely already knew her stuff about it, as this species love sword duels. I was getting ready to spar with her, but mostly to parry her blows. Had it been actual duels, I would have lost a few dozens of times. And while her fighting style looked aggressive and reckless, by guarding similar attacks several times, I could tell her moves were actually meant to be very fast and precise.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I did try to attack her on several occasions, though. One of the reasons being that although her blows were powerful and that she followed up pretty quickly, it would have been obvious if I had held back when I had a potential opening. Another reason was because I wanted to give it my best shot, despite an almost guaranteed defeat (and hopefully so). Well, defeat is a pretty big word to say that it was an attack successfully landing on the opponent; a true defeat would have been to lose my wooden broadsword, and I assume it would have been so for her as well if she had lost hold of hers.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">In any case, my attempts at attacking weren’t really successful. I noticed her doing the same attacks at times and found small openings when she paused to follow up with another series of blows. But said openings were very short, and combined with my beginner’s sword mastery, I was almost immediately parried every time.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Almost, because I noticed an ever so slightly longer reaction time after I managed to find an opening once, try to land an attack, get parried with another attack that I had anticipated, parry said blow upwards and do a vertical attack. Unfortunately, she brought her wooden sword back in front of her head right in time and blocked it, one hand on the hilt, the other one on the blade. Then, she pushed me back, making me go off-balance in the process, and landed her blow just before the coach told everyone to stop in order to stretch.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Lina seemed not to care much about these sparring matches we had just done, yet I swear that at the moment we stopped and were frozen into place, I could see her looking at me with an intrigued look, like I was a potential future worthy opponent or something. “potential” and “future” are the keywords here, since it would require quite a lot of training to bring me to her skill level.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Despite the stretching exercises, my whole body ached for the rest of the day, and even for the two days following it. When the lesson was over, I went back to my room and rested until dinner time. After that, I went out and quietly ate a grilled beef piece with some rice, trying not to sleep out of exhaustion. At some point, I noticed Lina staring at me with a pretty serious and determined expression, then I think I saw a worried look in her eyes, like she was wondering if she hadn’t overdone it. I don’t exactly know how I looked like at that moment, but my friends were looking a little concerned.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“So, how was P.E. with Lina?”, John asked.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“Exhausting.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Woah, was it really that bad?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Yes.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- I’m glad I didn’t have to face her… Just by seeing your face, it looks like it was hell.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Indeed.”

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">A small silence settled, and he resumed: “Man, you’re about as talkative and expressionless as a Mantis right now.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Probably.”

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">He stopped with a sigh with that last reply, likely not expecting much more than more or less binary or one-worded answers from me. Claire looked like she wanted to say something at a distance, but I just stared at her with a look as blank as my mind, as I was too tired to even think straight. When I was done eating, I returned to my room, mechanically closed the door, quickly brushed my teeth and went to sleep almost instantly.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Some noises from outside of the school woke me up in the middle of the night, and I think I heard some strange sounds from behind my window and door while I was still awake, like someone was spying on me or a neighbour. Had I been in my normal state, I’d probably have been curious about it, but I was just too tired to care and went back to sleep.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">But I had forgotten one pretty important thing. One thing that could prevent some future trouble; one thing that needed to be fixed. I still hadn’t checked the amulets properly. And that could lead to the amulets losing their protective effect, or even reverting the process entirely, instead continuously expelling my Spirit Energy for every monster girl in this school to smell. The thought didn’t come to my mind until the morning, when it was a little clearer; but it was also a brand new day, and there wasn’t much I could do about this matter.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">And with that, another day full of surprises began…