Pieces of my boy shorts lay torn from their position wrapped around my private areas, strewn and scattered across the bathroom floor. What was I meant to do with all this? Especially such so, with students surely starting to flock and congregate into Professor Lindt's classroom for his upcoming lecture. The only thing I could do right now was stand. Like a newly birthed calf, my legs shook and threatened to crumble under the weight of hedonistic pleasures long past. A part of the ripped fabric flapped against my inner thigh as if to show any who observed me the battle that'd just lay way.
I reach my fingers down and around my skirt and delicately pulled the remainder of the used boy panties free. They just weren't functional anymore. I waddled over to the trash-bin and dropped them into the garbage. The remainder of the day would have to be navigated entirely underwear free.
I'd have to be extra careful not to unintentionally flash anyone since my skirt only covered halfway down my thigh. A single twirl or a miniscule wrong readjustment would mean total Armageddon. I had already made a plan to be there and to get my assignment turned in.
'Just because this Kabo freak sent his goons to... well, goon me, doesn't mean that the plan couldn't still work.'
I could do this and I would do this. Only after getting my assignment turned in would I worry about what they meant by a demand for human "essence". I adjusted my off-shoulder top back in place from being groped by Trinity, adjusted my skirt by patting and beating out its wrinkles, then exited the bathroom door and down its corresponding hallway for Room 183. The three succubae I had encountered earlier had given me just enough time for all the students to have evacuated the lobby in exchange for attending class.
Upon reaching the door to 183, my confidence began to dwindle. The door had already been closed and I was late. Professor Lindt hated when students were late and always made it a point to publicly humiliate them as they entered. I had NEVER before been late to his class, let alone any class for that matter. My body swayed in the brink of the hallway, urging me to flee, to run away and never look back.
'One moment of all eyes on me and I'll be able to sit in the very back of class.'
I took a deep breath; breasts heaving and pushed my way through the door. Just like being unable to look away from something catastrophic, every head turned to inspect me, drawn to a source of potential entertainment like a moth to a lamp.
"Now that you've us the discourtesy of interrupting the entire class, Ms..." Professor Lindt began.
"She's a new transfer student here," Levi's voice interjected, "and seems like she DID need help finding her class after all."
Professor Lindt nodded, his eyes pausing to wander over my form before casting his judgement.
"Very well, take a seat," he decided.
I chose to sit exactly where I had planned to. Not too far away from the exit and tucked as far back into the corner as I could manage. Levi was leaned back in his chair, looking back and smiling at me. He mouthed, 'You'll get used to him,' at me.
The lecture was really quite enjoyable. I found myself getting lost in the nuances surrounding words with multiple meanings and how words seemed to just manifest from acts of normality. Professor Lindt went on about how an English nobleman by the name of Montagu had requested meat be presented to him between two slices of bread. I had no idea where he was going at first regarding language, but then he explained that Mr. Montagu was also the fourth Earl of an English province called "Sandwich".
It was exactly the type of thing I needed to get my mind off the events of this morning. By the time I'd realized how much time had passed by, the lecture was over and students were already flooding down the steps to turn in the requested assignment of the previous week. I rose from my chair and followed in suit, one by one, single file, down the steps and toward Professor Lindt's desk.
Then, it was my turn.
He looked up at me from having his nose in his presentation notes, puzzled.
"You have an assignment to turn in from a week you didn't attend?" his tone became confrontational and skeptical.
"No, uh, Jasper asked me to turn his in for him since he wasn't able to make it today." I answered.
"I see," he accepted, his view fixated eye level and directly just below the hem of my skirt, "place it there in the stack, then step aside and wait for everyone to leave and we'll get your admission squared away."
I didn't want to stay. Every part of me wanted to walk back up the steps and sprint straight for my dormitory bedroom. I'd gotten what I'd come for, but my body did as he commanded and stepped to the side of his desk. The rest of the class turned in their papers and departed, while the professor's gaze pretended to scrawl his lesson plan, but never once wavered from mentally cataloging every stitch that hid something he just couldn't say no to.