With a wide smirk and newfound confidence, I strutted into the Hunter's Academy, my hands tucked into the pockets of my freshly ironed uniform. I had combed my black hair just right, letting it fall slightly over my eyes to give that mysterious yet undeniably cool look.
Honestly? I was breathtaking. Or at least, that's what I thought. But for so reason, I didn't get the reaction I was expecting from the other students.
No gasps of admiration. No heads turning in awe.
Just those sa old, uninterested glances before they went about their business.
Where were the hushed whispers? The flustered stares?
"Wow... is that Asher?"
"He looks fine as hell today."
"If he's up for it, I'd even let him smash."
That was the kind of reaction I was hoping for! But apparently, it only existed in my fantasies. Well, whatever. Not like I expected these goofballs to recognize a rare gem when they saw one.
I walked into my classroom, and as expected, the only people who reacted to my presence were, of course, the four-eyed idiot and his two equally idiotic friends.
What was his na again? Ad—no, Eldwin? Ugh... damn it, I forgot.
"Asherman!!!" he yelled, practically bouncing toward with an annoyingly wide grin. "I thought you were a goner, my man!"
I stared at him flatly. "Dude. Where do you get all that energy to yell? And why do you always assu I'm dead every ti you see ?"
"Hahaha! Because you're always in troible, Asherman. I'm not used to this new attitude of yours, but I'm glad you're safe, man." He actually rubbed his cheeks against . Ew.
"Get the hell off ." I smacked his head lightly, then glanced at the other two.
The fat one—whose na I'd also forgotten—was, as always, stuffing his face with cookies. anwhile, the slightly normal one, the only male C-rank hunter in the class, sat calmly with a book in hand.
"Yo, guys," I greeted.
"Asher, you look... surprisingly fine," the calm one said. "Honestly, I expected you to co back with a broken limb or two. Nobody walks the path you've walked and lives to tell the tale."
Ugh... I still couldn't rember his na. But since he was slightly more normal than the other two, I'd call him Normie. The obnoxious one was forever Four Eyes—that wasn't changing. And the fat one... well, I wanted to call him Fatso, but that felt a bit too rude. Since he was always munching on cookies... yeah, Munch. Perfect.
I smiled. "So, what did I miss?"
"Oh, let's see..." Four Eyes adjusted his glasses, then suddenly smacked his fist into his palm. "Oh yeah! The field training camp!"
"The hell is that?"
He threw an arm around my neck, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "It's when students go out camping in the forest to learn survival tactics and fight monsters. It's an essential part of hunter training."
I raised a brow. "Wait... you guys have never fought a monster before?"
"Hell no!" he scoffed, as if I'd just suggested the impossible. "Monsters are dangerous! We don't hunt them without teacher supervision. The only thing we took down last sester was a few slis."
He waved off the topic dismissively. "But forget about that boring stuff—there's sothing way better to look forward to."
I sighed. "And what's that?"
He grinned, leaning in like he was about to reveal the secret to immortality. "Hot springs."
I blinked. "...What?"
"Girls love hot springs, my man. And when they start bathing..." He paused dramatically. "That's when we peek."
I recoiled. "You pervert!" I shoved him away from .
"Yes." He clenched his fist, looking at with dead seriousness. "I am a proud pervert! The girls are stronger than us. There's nothing we can do to change that. So the least we can do... is peek when they're naked and take a few pictures."
I had heard enough. "Yeah, whatever. Don't count in. That's kid stuff."
"Ugh, co on, Asherman! You're no fun. Besides... don't you want to get back at Lorraine?"
My eye twitched. "How the hell does peeking at her count as 'getting back' at her?"
Four Eyes let out a proud little chuckle, tapping his chest. "Let yours truly blow your mind, my boy."
He reached into his pocket... and pulled out a phone.
Wait. Not just any phone. A tiny, buttoned phone. Like those old-ass Nokias from the 90s.
"This, my friend, is a magical item with the power to pause reality itself and capture it forever." He held it up reverently. "I spent two years saving up for this masterpiece. And now, all I have to do is use it to take pictures, then blackmail the girls by telling them to let have my way with them... or else I'll show the pictures to everyone."
I stared at him in disgust.
Ew.
I thought he was just a pervert. But no. He was an ULTIMATE pervert.
"I would love to watch that plan of yours backfire," I muttered. "Anyway... where's Lorraine? Haven't seen her today."
"She's probably busy preparing a comfy spot for herself at the training camp. You know she doesn't do tents like the rest of us."
I scoffed. What a spoiled brat.
And then, the classroom door swung open.
The first thing I saw was...
Tits.
Big, round, TITS!
Perfectly contained in a snug gray sweater.
Then my gaze traveled upward to see who they belonged to.
A gorgeous woman. Pink eyeglasses perched on her nose. Slim waist, flat tummy, and a voluptuous body with unbelievable curves.
I gulped, a lump forming in my throat as my rod of judgnt throbbed in my pants.
"Hey... hey, you okay, dude?" Four Eyes shook back to reality.
"Who... who is that woman?" I licked my lips.
"Oh, that's Madam Sarah. Our class teacher. You forgot her too?"
"Uh... yeah. Guess so."
"It's fine, you lost your mories, after all," he shrugged. "Anyway, she's the one taking us on the field trip. Despite her big, disgusting breasts, rumor has it she's as fast as lightning. So, we'll be safe in the forest."
I froze.
Did this fool just call those divine milk tanks... disgusting?
What a damn sha. So people just don't appreciate the beauty of a mature woman.
I sighed. I thought the field trip was going to be a waste of ti.
But now?
Now I had sothing very exciting to look forward to.
My MILF senses are tingling.
Tbc
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