Elion strolled along the familiar path to the DC office on the upper floors with light, confident steps.
After realising that even though he had enough funds to unlock more store options, it didn't take long to realise that he still could not afford anything truly useful. So his excitement went down the drain once again.
But, it wasn't all grey skies.
'I must be the only first-year who can head up here without a second thought,' he mused, chuckling to himself.
He had to admit, it felt damn good—climbing from the scraps at the bottom to rubbing shoulders with the elite. Now, he was perched at the top of the food chain.
Well, he wasn't there yet, but you get the idea.
He reached the floor that divided the lower years from the upper ones and pushed open the sleek black door. To his surprise, the room held only one occupant: Liora, the busty pink-haired second-year
She was sprawled across the chair at the head of the table—the very seat Evander Kletis had occupied during Elion's last visit. But it wasn't her position that widened his eyes.
Liora slept soundly, snoring with naked abandon, with her legs propped up on the table.
Her blouse had hiked up her waist, revealing the smooth, creamy stretch of her stomach, though her right hand clutched at it, blocking a fuller view.
That paled in comparison to the real show: since her legs were splayed wide and carelessly, her skirt had ridden up completely, offering Elion an unobstructed glimpse of her thick thighs and the red panties hugging her most treasured place.
The fabric clung tight, outlining the soft folds beneath.
Elion's cock twitched in his pants, a rush of heat surging through his groin, but he clamped down on the urge.
'How the hell is she so reckless?' Anyone could have walked in and feasted their eyes on this. Calling her careless didn't even cover it.
His eyebrow twitched continuously as he stared for a solid ten seconds, tracing the faint imprint of her fat lower lips and slit against the thin material.
Finally, he sighed and approached. 'Did she plan this, knowing I'd show up now? Or is she just that oblivious?'
He stopped beside her, sighing again at the sloppy state of her blouse—the buttons were haphazardly fastened, and the bow on her collar askew.
It left a generous slice of her cleavage exposed for his eyes to feast on, the red bra cupping her heavy tits like an invitation.
A wicked idea sparked in his mind, and he grinned. Before he could second-guess it, he reached out and flicked her forehead sharply.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Liora jolted awake, flailing. In her panic, she toppled right off the chair with a loud bam.
Elion winced, squeezing one eye shut and grimacing as if he'd taken the hit himself. Regret hit him fast.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Liora muttered, rubbing her sore ass—likely bruised from the fall—while probing the red mark on her forehead.
Her eyes lifted to find Elion looming over her, guilt etched on his face. It took her all of two seconds to piece it together. Her expression cycled through shock, embarrassment, disbelief, and settled on irritated fury. "Did you—?"
She didn't finish. Elion nodded sheepishly. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."
Liora snorted, scrambling to her feet. Elion braced for a beating, but when she punched his bicep, it landed soft, more tap than strike. "Hmph. Don't pull that shit again." She climbed back into the chair, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs and tugging her blouse straight.
Her fingers worked the bow into a neat knot, though the motion only accentuated the curve of her breasts.
Elion smiled, sliding into the seat right beside hers. 'I guess everyone's got their hidden side,' he thought, watching as she composed herself.
Liora crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up further, and fixed him with a mock glare.
The red bra still peeked through the slightly misaligned buttons, a tantalizing hint of lace that made his pulse quicken.
She crossed her legs now, the skirt falling back into place, but not before he caught another glimpse of those thighs—thick, smooth.
"So, are you who's going to show me the ropes?"
Liora huffed a laugh, still rubbing the spot on her forehead where he'd flicked her. "Show you the ropes? Please. I'm not your babysitter. But since you're here, and apparently can't resist pranks..." She trailed off, her eyes narrowing playfully as she stood up and circled the table toward him.
Her hips swayed with each step, the skirt hugging her ass just right. "You got a good look while I was out, didn't you?"
Elion's smile widened, completely unapologetic; he wasn't about to be blamed for no fault of his right? "It was hard not to. You were practically serving yourself up on a platter. Your legs were spread wide, and your skirt hiked up like that? Anyone could've walked in and gotten an eyeful of... well, no need to say it out loud. You are lucky I'm so restrained."
He leaned back casually, letting his eyes roam deliberately over her body now that she was awake and aware.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, matching her hair, but she didn't back down. Instead, she stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her faint floral scent mixed with something warmer, more intimate.
"Pervert," she muttered, but there was no real heat in it. Her hand shot out, grabbing his collar and yanking him up slightly.
For a second, he thought she might kiss him—or slap him—but she just held him there, her breath warm against his face. "If you are going to be my partner, I think it's fine if we have a little bit of occasional fun, no?"
"Wait...partner?" Elion hardly registered the second part of what she said since he couldn't seem to believe it.
"Yeah," she said breezily, "that's how it works in the DC. Everyone's assigned patrol partners. We always work in pairs."
Elion nodded, half-listening—until she continued.
"Kind of like that day Celeste and I ran into you," she added, glancing sideways at him. "You know. When those guys ganged up on you, and you totally destroyed them!" She spoke the last part with a bit too much gung-ho enthusiasm.
Ah. That day.
Only this time, she went on, flashing a grin, "Actually, I volunteered."
Elion slowed a fraction. "Volunteered?"
"Mhm. I asked to partner with you specifically." She shrugged. "And Celeste was more than happy to get rid of me as her partner for patrol duty."
Aaaah. Elion felt the pieces click together.
"I see how it is now," he said lightly. Then his lips curled into a teasing smirk. "But that raises an important question no?"
Liora arched a brow. "Oh?"
He leaned just a bit closer. "Should I be worried? Are you a cradle robber with a thing for underclassmen?"
For half a heartbeat, she stared at him with a deadpan gaze.