Maris stood in front of the mirror, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The morning sun stread through the window, casting a warm, golden light across her room. She carefully brushed her pink hair, making sure each strand was in place, and then tied it with a delicate ribbon that matched the light blue of her eyes.
Today was a special day. It was Lucan's first day at the academy, where he was going to teach a class.
She had spent the past few days imagining what it would be like to see him in the classroom, teaching with that calm, composed manner she admired so much. The thought of learning from him, of being in the sa space as him, filled her with a thrill she could barely contain.
Maris carefully adjusted the white uniform she wore, the one that marked her as a student of the academy. The fabric was soft yet sturdy, and the design simple but elegant. She straightened her collar, smoothing out any creases, and then stood back to admire the effect.
Her room was a flurry of activity as she moved from one task to the next, each step bringing her closer to the mont she had been eagerly awaiting. She gathered her books, each one carefully selected for the day's lessons, and placed them neatly into her satchel.
Maris took a deep breath and smiled at her reflection. "Today is going to be wonderful," she whispered to herself, the excitent bubbling up in her chest.
As she stepped out of her room and into the hallway, she could feel her heart beating faster. The academy was just a short walk away, and with each step, she imagined what it would be like to see Lucan standing at the front of the classroom.
Maris arrived at the academy with a bright smile, her heart fluttering with excitent. She navigated the familiar hallways, her white uniform standing out among the sea of other students making their way to their own classes. As she approached her classroom, she spotted her friends gathered just outside the door, chatting animatedly.
"Saint Maris!" one of them called out, waving her over.
"Good morning, everyone," Maris greeted them, her voice cheerful. She joined the group, her eyes sparkling with the anticipation she felt for the day ahead.
"You look especially happy today,"
"Huh? I'm happy every day."
"Isn't that because your guardian is going to teach today?"
"Yes."
They began to talk among themselves about Maris and Lucan, but as the bell rang, signaling the start of the class, they quickly settled down and entered the classroom together.
Inside, the atmosphere was buzzing with a mix of excitent and tension. So students were eagerly talking about Lucan's arrival, while others, particularly the boys, wore expressions of reluctance or discontent. Maris found her seat near the front, eager to have a good view of the lesson.
Just then, the door at the front of the classroom opened, and Lucan walked in. The room fell into silence, all eyes turning toward him. Maris's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, looking as calm and composed as ever.
"Good morning, everyone," Lucan greeted, his voice steady and authoritative. "I'm pleased to be here and to have the opportunity to teach you."
So of the students, mostly the girls, responded with eager greetings, while the boys remained more subdued, their gazes shifting between Lucan and Maris. It was no secret that Lucan had been a father-like figure in Maris's life, raising her since she was ten. The jealousy among the boys was palpable.
If Lucan were older or middle-aged, perhaps the jealousy wouldn't have been as intense, but Lucan was young.
Lucan moved to the front of the room and began the lesson, diving into the theology of Yuru's religion, a faith with deep roots and complex doctrines that existed in history but was now lost. He spoke with clarity and passion, explaining the foundational beliefs and practices, and how they shaped the world around them.
The students listened intently, so taking notes, others simply absorbing the information.
As the lesson progressed, Maris found herself completely engrossed in his words. Lucan had a way of making even the most intricate topics understandable, his explanations weaving together stories and teachings in a way that captivated the entire class.
But midway through the lesson, sothing strange began to happen. A faint, dark mist started to seep into the room, curling around the edges of the walls and spreading across the floor. The students exchanged uneasy glances, and a few murmurs broke out.
Lucan noticed the change imdiately. His eyes narrowed slightly as he paused in his teaching, scanning the room for the source of the disturbance. The dark gas thickened, filling the air with an ominous presence. It wasn't long before the entire classroom was enveloped in the black fog.
The tension in the room rose as the gas swirled around them, wrapping everyone in its cold, inky tendrils.
Five seconds later, the black gas disappeared. As the last wisps of the black gas faded away, the students blinked in confusion. A strange, almost tangible energy lingered in the room. Maris felt a sudden warmth spreading through her body, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked around and noticed that every student had heart shapes in their eyes.
The room was filled with a heavy, almost intoxicating atmosphere.
The boys and girls alike were breathing heavily, their faces flushed, and sweat began to pour down their foreheads. Maris could feel her own face growing warm, her thoughts becoming muddled as the strange energy affected her as well. It was as if the entire class was under a spell, drawn into an overwhelming wave of emotions they couldn't control.
However, suddenly different energy spread around Maris's body, eliminating the effect of black gas.
However, other students were not like Maris. All girls and boys were intoxicating, girls looked at boys with lustful eyes and boys look at girls with lustful eyes.
There is still basic reason left in them otherwise they would have already taken action and had made this class, an orgy session.
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