ShoujoDirector
SpoilerThe two boys in question were from Year 1, Css 3, and their test heated "discussion" revolved, of course, around two girls who had just passed by.
"Makarios, for all your so-called 'experience' in, ahem, certain genres of films, I’ve got to say, Luciel’s got the edge. Her legs, mate, those curves could stop traffic! Xanthia, the one beside her, sure, her skin’s fairer, but she’s as ft as a board! No contest!" decred a boy named Sunny, his eyes lingering far too long on Luciel’s retreating figure, as though he were discussing some serious academic matter.
Sunny, a scrawny d with sharp, mischievous features, had earned the nickname "Skinny Monkey" amongst his cssmates, owing to his cheeky, often brazen personality. At that moment, he had a soccer ball in hand, having come out intending to py. However, upon encountering such "rare" sights, he and his partner-in-crime, Makarios El Eudoxios, decided to follow the girls instead.
Ogling from a distance had become somewhat of a sport for the duo—watching, but never approaching, always careful not to draw attention to themselves. With plenty of other students milling about after lunch, they felt confident they would blend into the crowd.
"Beautiful girls deserve admiration, don’t they?" Sunny often reasoned, shamelessly.
Makarios, unlike the wiry Sunny, was heavyset, tipping well over 100 kilograms with acne-ridden skin. His "hobbies" y in the study of certain Japanese films, which, in his mind, had granted him expertise in... unmentionable pleasurable activities.
Scoffing at Sunny’s statement, he retorted with a knowing smirk. "Monkey, you’ve much to learn. Everything in this world should be seen with a bit of foresight. Now, Xanthia’s legs—those are long, milky-white, and straight, textbook perfection. And her hips? I daresay, they’ve got potential." He paused for dramatic effect, clicking his tongue. "Give her time, a bit of proper nutrition, and you’ll see—she’ll blossom into something spectacur. That one’s a real gem in the rough."
Sunny shook his head, undeterred. "Makarios, you’re just spouting nonsense again. You’ve got a thing for pale, slim girls, so you’re hyping her up with your delusions. We’ll just have to wait and see if she lives up to your wild predictions, won’t we?"
Makarios, not missing a beat, fshed a sly grin. "Monkey, you don’t even know the half of it. There’s something you haven’t learned from all those novels you read. You see—"
"Go on then, enlighten me," Sunny cut in, rolling his eyes.
Makarios leaned in conspiratorially, his tone dropping to a whisper. "The best thing about fair skin? The contrast, my friend. The... pinkness of certain areas when she’s completely... naked. It’s like admiring a piece of fine porcein, and when you... fill her up inside as you reach the pinnacle of heaven... well, it’s like an art form!" His eyes gzed over with a dreamy expression, clearly lost in some fantasy of his own making.
Sunny, momentarily taken aback, scowled, trying to shake off the image of the mind's descent. "Dude, you really are something else. You spend too much time perfecting those hand techniques of yours. It’s no wonder you’re still a virgin!"
Makarios simply shrugged, unconcerned. He was rather pleased with his so-called "artistic" endeavors and found real-life experience unnecessary. In his mind, his fantasies were far more satisfying than any real interaction could be.
Still, Sunny had to admit that Xanthia’s pale skin was quite striking. As the old saying went, "Fair skin covers a hundred fws," and Xanthia was hardly fwed to begin with. There was some merit to Makarios’ observations about her potential—though he’d never give him the satisfaction of admitting it out loud.
[colpse]After taking a few ps around the field to help digest their lunch, Xanthia and Luciel made their way back to the cssroom, blissfully unaware of the rather indecent analysis they had been subjected to. Their unintentional allure had captured the attention of the green-minded students who, despite their crude comments, wouldn’t have spared a second gnce for anyone they deemed less remarkable.
Sunny, now reinvigorated, stayed behind to practice his kicking while Makarios took up the role of goalkeeper. Their earlier "debate" forgotten, they spent the next hour ughing and bantering—proof of the strange but genuine camaraderie that often develops between high school boys.
Meanwhile, back in the cssroom, Luciel reluctantly parted ways with Xanthia. Seated in the third row while Xanthia was up front, she found herself wishing they could sit together. Instead, she was stuck with her current deskmate, Hera La Andronikos.
Hera, unlike Luciel, was rather unremarkable in appearance but was inexplicably full of confidence. She adored dressing up and carried herself with a fmboyant air. Coming from a wealthy familia, she loved showing off, which Luciel found particurly irksome.
Their incompatibility extended beyond mere personalities. Hera ranked near the bottom of the css, caring little for her studies, while Luciel prided herself on her academic achievements. It was fortunate that Hera was a day student, for Luciel dreaded the thought of sharing a dormitory with such a self-absorbed individual.
As Luciel delved back into her books, Hera’s loud, exuberant voice pierced the air as she gushed to her friend behind her.
"Hannah, I’ve finally found out the name of my ultimate crush! Dionysios El Papadopoulos, can you believe it? He’s tall, handsome, and comes from a powerful familia. Honestly, we’re meant to be together! Just imagine—what do you think we should name our future children?"
"..."
Hannah’s silent response spoke volumes.
