User blog:RedNSFW/A long story - Chapter 1

''Heya ! This is my first actual story, written from the ground-up, no WWYD here. I currently don’t know whether it will be good or not, but I have mostly established the setting and story, so normally it should at least be coherent. This first chapter is a little long and designed to set up the environment a little. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy it!''





I’m Ernest Aiel Silma, 18 years-old. My friends usually call me “Er” or “Ern”. Brown hair, brown eyes, 1m80cm tall, average student; nothing really out of the ordinary.

I’m a student at Melura Creek’s University, a pretty small place slightly uphill where humans and mamonos alike come to study in a peaceful ambiance. It is more than a little far from my home town, and you have to live in the school to go to it, so I have a room there.

I say “school”, because it is more like high school than a regular college. There is no amphitheatre, not even for lectures; every class happens in a classroom, and there are only two ones, one of which is almost never used it seems.

In case you couldn’t tell, Melura Creek is (un)surprisingly a seaside village. It is located in Zipangu, which also explains why humans and monster girls can co-exist in the same school.



However, there are some restrictions that protect humans, especially human boys: monsters with “special tricks” must refrain themselves from using them, and it is forbidden for a mamono to attack a man within the school… at least, during daytime.

It’s a totally different matter past the curfew: a mamono isn’t allowed to break into your room to attack you (but she can still have her way with you if you agree to beforehand), but if you go outside of the school’s perimeter or let one in (even during daytime if you weren’t paying attention), it’s your responsibility. Basically, just follow the rules, be careful, and it should be fine.

The rules are slightly different for girls: the same apply during daytime, but past the curfew, a monster girl can monsterize a human girl if she wants to, even if she has to break into said girl’s room.





Chapter 1: This story relates my daily life, and the situations life puts me in.





<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">At the end of the week after being back to school again, I knew almost everyone, at least from a distance (the fact we were like twenty, twenty-four if I remember correctly, helped). We were nine humans to begin with, three girls and six boys. That’s a pretty fair ratio, actually, though the new director didn’t seem satisfied with it (since there are not enough boys for all the mamonos or to create couples).

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">One of the girls was turned into a Weresheep within five days after having used a strange pillow for a whole week, and three of the guys were quickly married with mamonos: one, on the first day, caught by a Nereid; the second one, on the third day, by a Wendigo; the last one, on the first Saturday, by a Jiangshi.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I made friends with two of the “survivors”: Emma, a shy but very intelligent girl who wears glasses with hazel hair, and John, a childhood friend of hers who has blond hair. For some reason, the last remaining dude seemed to start being really close to a Holstaur from Friday on; I bet that he wouldn’t be single anymore the upcoming week. The other remaining girl, who was pink-haired, on the other hand, seemed pretty shy… I thought about making friends with her, and making her meet Emma and John. Which reminded me that I hadn’t talked much with any girl in our class, which made it easier to avoid their potential love. Though I could have chatted with the less likely to assault me…

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">On the first Sunday, I had no homework or anything to do. I went outside to read a book while laying down on the grass under a tree in the afternoon, making sure that no mamono could find me, but I eventually got asleep instead of reading. Not that I’d have minded being found by a mamono, actually.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want to give my virginity away to a mamono any time soon. It’s just that I happened (and still happen) to have a special mechanic to protect myself. Basing myself on several books, I had built some kind of amulet which absorbs the residual Spirit Energy that I emit, and sends it back into my body. That way, monster girls can’t get a whiff of my mana most of the time (because, a failure of the system can still happen), thus they wouldn’t fall in love with me. I wore it as a necklace, and had two other ones on my wrist and belt, just to make sure I was safe.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Also because the belt and necklace were the ones being the more likely to be broken or thrown away by a mamono.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I opened my room. A quite simple room, at the left corner of the small main (wooden) building, with a window on the opposite side of the door, a bed in the far left corner, a desk in the far right one and a small bathroom at the right of the room. Plus a small cupboard near the entrance (for my clothes) and a bedside table. I closed it right afterwards, removed my shoes and fell onto my bed.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Now that I think about it, there’s also a rule about the beds in this school. So, every student have their room. Normally, every room is supposed to have a double bed… Should I really tell you why? Except mine is the only one with a single bed, a remnant of a time when the school wasn’t managed by a Hakutaku. I think I told Sensei about that fact, and that she told me the school’s budget made it so she couldn’t afford just this last one. Instead, I have an additional mattress under my bed, in case I’d have a guest. I’m not complaining though, I’m fine with a single bed.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">And then I started writing this, as a sketch of something to maybe send to my parents and friends, or to start a book; after all, things are bound to happen since there is quite a lot of mamonos in this school…

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">After that, I read a little the Monster Girl Encyclopedia, from a certain Wandering Scholar. I have the four volumes that came out so far, so the two main ones and the two World Guides, hopefully in uncursed edition. The Order would kill me for reading this, but heh, I’m not affiliated with any party, either theirs or the Demon Lord’s, so it’s only my problem. Plus it could come in handy if I ever have to deal with any mamono later.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">8PM. I left my room, making sure to lock it after me, walked a few meters on the wooden planks and went to the little courtyard that also serves as a dining hall. There I met John and Emma, who had gone back home during the weekend, and asked them about theirs. Apparently their parents were surprised not to see them perverted by Demonic Energy, but this was only the first week, so no one could tell for sure this wouldn’t happen some time after.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I kept that reflection to myself and told them about my weekend: even though I had been here all this time, I have carefully avoided monster girls not to get caught, and found some “safe spots” where I could relax without having to worry much, some of them even being outside of the school’s perimeter. Though I did not want to mention those, for fear of being “discovered” (actually waited for) and attacked there.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Hopefully, no monster girl seemed to be taking any interest into monsterizing Emma, attacking John, or raping me. Maybe it was because John and Emma were close since a long time and their mana made it seem like they were already a couple? I had the idea to do some more research on how Spirit Energy works to be sure; unfortunately, I forgot… But it was not that important either.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Dinner was over, almost curfew. I stayed a little more chatting with them, before Hakutaku-sensei warned us it was now time to go to our rooms. We then said goodbye to each other and parted ways. I went back to my room, locked it as usual, read a little, then washed my teeth and went to bed.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Unfortunately, I didn’t expect my daily life to be all the time this calm and predictable. This was just the first week.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">This is just the first week.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Upon waking up, I realized that I hadn’t slept well. At all. That thought haunted me during my sleep. The idea that everything was about to go wrong… Definitely not the most pleasant thing to dream about. Even though there would be nothing but pleasure in the end if I got caught by a monster girl, it was still an idea that I was not really ready to accept. “I have the right to choose how I want to live my life too, without being forced to live with the first mamono who takes me”, I thought. Which is also why I wear this amulet/medallion/talisman or whatever you want to call it.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Even though I was tired, I got out of my bed, dressed up, and went to take my breakfast with the others. The majority of them was already cheerful, but there were some people like me who were still sleepy. Like the Alraune or the Basilisk who needed their dose of sunlight to wake up properly.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“Mornin’…” I said, preparing a slice of bread and chocolate spread. Unlike most people in Zipangu (and I believe in the rest of the world, too), I have a peculiar habit of eating a sweet breakfast, instead of a salty one. “Morning Ern”, replied John. “Morning”, followed Emma.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“So, still with your weird breakfast habits?” John asked while grilling a fresh fish on a little stove in front of him. “Ha-ha”, I replied sarcastically in addition to my lack of energy, giving it a double deadpan effect. “Say whatever you want, I’m totally satisfied with sweet food in the morning. After all, there’s salty food in all the other meals, so it’s not like I miss out on much, is it?”

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“But how can you not like grilled fish and rice upon waking up?”, he said starting devouring his fish and gobbling down a bowl of rice. “I do, just not particularly at breakfast. Though I probably will eat some if there’s nothing sweet to eat…

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

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Well, that’s only if I don’t have the choice.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Eh… Whatever floats your boat.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- You too”, I replied chuckling. Cultural differences sure are a thing, even here. Maybe especially here, because there are humans and monster girls from various social backgrounds and several countries; three-fourths of the students here are foreigners. It is almost my case somehow, since I grew up in both Europa and Zipangu, but am an actual Zipangu inhabitant since a few years.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">After that, I ate another slice of bread with chocolate spread, and drank a bowl of chocolate (non-Holstaur) milk. We then talked about the dreams we had had this night, and when it was my turn, I realized I didn’t have much to talk about. Sure, there was that one sentence that had troubled my sleep, but apart from that, I didn’t remember my dreams… “I can’t remember them, sorry.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- You can’t, or you don’t want to?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Why would I not want to remember a dream?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- True dat.” He leaned towards my ear and started whispering, for Emma not to know: “Still, nothing? Not a cute girl from this school? Not even your dream woman?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Nope, I literally don’t know what I dreamed about. I’ll make sure to tell you if I ever do.”

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Emma seemed curious and suspicious at the same time about what we were discussing. I could have casually said “John asked me if I didn’t see a beautiful woman in my sleep” to have some fun seeing his reaction, but I didn’t want to anger Emma or him by doing so, and instead decided to go take a shower before the lessons started.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">A few minutes later, I was up and ready for another day at this school, carefully avoiding any interaction with mamonos before the class started. That, was before “Sensei” decided it would be good to make pairs for the Zipanguese lesson, “to practice the language”. I’m quite sure she did it on purpose, seeing two couples in formation and a single dude. How nice of her…

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Surprisingly enough, no monster girls rushed to be with me, and I ended up paired with a Basilisk named Balsa who seemed pretty shy. The good thing was that she was intelligent and didn’t have a disposition that could have gotten me raped within mere seconds. The bad news was that I’d have to exactly weight my words to avoid any misunderstanding, and not to whisper either. Otherwise, even with all the protective amulets in the world, I’d be screwed, and in the literal way, since she would react to my actions and not to my Spirit Energy.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Hopefully, I managed to handle her for two hours by staying slightly away from her so that she couldn’t smell my “body odour”, as described by the Encyclopedia, even though I had just taken a shower, and also by applying the “no whispering and careful wording” rule.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">There was a ten-minute break, where I asked my friends how the lesson went; apparently, the exercises had been a breeze for them, and they had the opportunity to talk in the local speech with Sensei. Meanwhile, I saw the other non-married guy heading off to his room, accompanied by a certain Holstaur. “Called it!”, I said pointing behind me with my thumb. Emma spoke up: “Now the only unmarried boys in this school will be you two.” John blushed looking at Emma right before looking away, and I felt shivers in my back. She was right. And that was terrible. That was not something I really wanted to hear.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">At that very moment, Sensei called us to have a Geography lesson. In case you couldn’t tell, a part of her speech was designed to make John and me wonder about some regions, and what mamonos live there, and another part to make the monster girls and their husbands think about the location of their future home. Strangely, she said nothing that I felt really targeted at the last two human girls… Maybe she wanted them to think like the mamonos in the room. And maybe they did, in fact.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">When the lesson was finally over, it was lunch time. I was relieved, and gladly accepted what I hadn’t at breakfast: grilled fish and rice. The dessert was a fantastic green tea mochi made by an Inari living in the village. We went out to lay down in the grass under a tree, in a slope, with a perfect sea view. We discussed about the village, the sea, the nearby beach, and John managed to hide a nosebleed, probably caused by him thinking about monster girls or even Emma in bikini, by pretending it was an allergy. Fortunately for him, Emma bought it.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">On our way back to the classroom, I felt something quickly cracking, maybe even shattering ever so slightly, but so unreassuringly that I somehow froze on the spot for a few seconds. But I didn’t know what. What was that sensation? The amulets? Checked them, they were fine. Then what?! I was left clueless, and decided to carry on, trying not to think too much about it. When my friends asked me if I was fine, I told them I had thought I had forgotten to work for the upcoming lesson for a moment.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The next lesson was an unusual course, Storytelling. Of course this would stimulate the lewd minds of the monster girls and give them ideas for the future. The rules were simple: to write a simple essay, around one or two pages, in less than one hour and a half, then read it to the class, maybe improve it, and eventually get a grade for it.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Mine was about a young farmer who wanted to be a knight, but couldn’t because his family couldn’t afford to let him go, and neither he could leave his family and let them harvest without his help. That was until thieves attacked his village a few months later, and he fought back valiantly only with the equipment he had. His family then told him to follow his dream, and he started his quest for adventure and protection of the innocents.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Obviously, the mamonos thought about that open end, and emitted theories stating that he would find love on his road, maybe even an Echidna, or even protect an innocent mamono of which he will become fond of and reciprocally. Thanks to this, I think I got fifteen out of twenty; not bad for a rushed and pretty much cliché essay. The cliché part might have helped with the judges’ decision, actually.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">As it was to be expected, most mamonos and their husbands wrote erotic stories involving themselves, save for a Mantis, who wrote about the story of a young Mantis hunting for food; Balsa, who narrated the journey of a Basilisk helping a blind person out; a Dragon, who described how Dragons get their treasures (including their most precious ones); and a Sea Bishop, who related the freedom of an aquatic being under the sea.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">John wrote about someone climbing up a mountain without ever giving up, which once again left the mamonos throwing theories around about how it was all just a test and that he would eventually meet a powerful mamono at the top.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Emma wrote the story of a princess who couldn’t get out of her castle and had to wait for a prince to finally free her, but nobody ever did; the monster girls talked about how happy she would have been if she had been turned into a monster. I hope they were not talking about Emma though, even though it’s true her story’s ending would have been quite different if the girl had become a monster girl.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The other girl (I can never recall her name right) wrote something along the lines of what Sensei wanted, a romance essay, but without any sex scene. Which left the mamonos wanting for more, especially if it involved the girl to be turned into a monster and having lewd and passionate love with her boyfriend, while debating about what species she could become.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Without any break (unfortunately), the last lesson of the day was Alchemy. Yes, finally I could learn it… In pairs. Damn you Sensei. I was paired with a Dragon this time, Draliah. My way of saying this might seem redundant, but the good thing was that we could get some nice additional effects and interesting phenomenons to study thanks to her flames. And there was pretty much no bad side to it, since I took precautions not to touch her, not to cut myself on her scales or claws.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The lesson went well overall, we did make elemental circles and even some kind of fireworks, but at one point I could have sworn she had spotted me as a suitable man for her. I can’t really describe why I had that feeling, but maybe it was that her gaze or gestures were not as sharp as before, even if only for a few moments. She did not try to forcefully initiate intercourse, nor to seduce me though, so maybe it was just me.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">After class, Sensei gave us some homework; something she knows can be done in ten minutes or less so that the monster girls can happily “cuddle” with their husbands until dinner, or relax in the case of the other students (or masturbate; that’s possible too since there are single mamonos as well). I did it and read the Monster Girl Encyclopedia again, this time about Zipangu and its peaceful inhabitants.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Then we all had dinner together, as usual. For some reason, I was a little uncomfortable though. My protection didn’t give up the ghost earlier on, did it? Or maybe meeting with monster girls everyday since last week slightly increased my production of Spirit Energy, but enough for it not to be efficient anymore?! Nah, it couldn’t be. It’s only been one week, not really sufficient to cause that effect even with prolonged exposition, especially from a distance…

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I just told myself I was starting being paranoid, and instead tried to forget about my hypotheses and acted as if nothing ever happened. And nothing unusual ever happened during dinner indeed. At the curfew’s announcement, I wished a good night to my friends, went back to my room, quickly brushed my teeth and put my pyjama on, and dropped on my bed. I had to rest more than the previous night. I had to…

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I fell asleep. For how long? I don’t really know. But someone knocked on my door. Not violently, even quite softly, yet somehow insistently. “It’s Claire. Open up, it’s important!”, a smooth and calm voice asked. I hoped it was, and that it was not a scam, because it was night time, and that’s when people sleep and/or get raped by monster girls in that school. Hopefully the rooms have a chain to prevent people from forcing the door’s opening and entering without the required permission (note: this does not apply to the human girls’ rooms for mamonos breaking into them).

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I stood up and opened the door. It was the Sea Bishop. She had some kind of water pillow below her, to move a little like a Lamia. She seemed worried, and gave me some sheets of paper. At first I didn’t understand very well, but she then told me: “Here. These are the notes you have taken during the Alchemy class. You forgot them on your desk… I noticed them before dinner, and I thought you would need them as soon as possible, but you were busy afterwards and I did not want to disturb you. Sorry to return them so late…” So maybe that was where the uneasiness came from. Being watched by her, without me visually noticing, yet feeling it.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Still, I felt bad because she had come through the trouble to collect my notes and give them to me during the night, because she felt like I would need them. She sure merited the title of “Bishop” in “Sea Bishop” by her kindness and generosity. “It’s my fault, I should have been more careful. Sorry about this, and thank you very much.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- It’s nothing”, she said smiling and giggling.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“But please be more careful next time.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- I definitely will. Sorry and thanks again.”

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">There was a small blank, before she asked:

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“I have noticed that you do not talk much with the others, especially the girls. Do you not like them?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s just that I’m trying to keep some distance for the moment, not to end up married to soon, if you see what I mean.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Hmm…” The look on her face was somewhere between her pouting, annoyed and disappointed at the same time.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“Then, what about those who won’t do anything to you? Like Mana, Balsa, or me?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- I have to admit I’ve thought about spending more time with those of you less likely to attack me… but didn’t do it yet. Sorry, I will.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Oh, I see… So, do you want to meet up with me at breakfast to start?

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Sure! I don’t mind.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Okay! See you at breakfast then. Have a good night, rest well!”, she said blushing slightly and smiling warmly out of joy.

<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">“Have a good night too!”, I replied, waving at her behind the door.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I then closed the door, put my notes on my desk, and went back to sleep. Except this time, thinking about what just happened, and particularly how genuinely friendly she was, instead of using charms and a sexy attitude compared to other monster girls.

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<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Note: I took the name “Ernest” because I thought it would go well with the setting, “Aiel” because I liked it (you can also see that as a deformation of “eiel” in “Jeiel Yozama” :p), and “Silma” is a deformation of “Sigma”, which is kind of a cool name but I felt like it was not good for this story.