Walter's Women (a.k.a. Heartthrob! The Modern Royal Academy) (2)
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Homeroom eventually ends after ten minutes, and we're all segueing to our first actual class: Humanities and social sciences.
Our humanities teacher starts with the definition of sociology.
“Sociology is the scientific study of human interaction and the products of such interaction.”
Hmm. This subject has some relevance to what I'm doing right now: Observing the composition of the class I'm in.
Even the mere act of looking at fellow classmates comprises human interaction.
I'm seated in the second row, and Belle naturally sits beside me. She's just smiling as I still pay attention to the teacher's words even as I adroitly turn my head in order not to attract his attention.
And...
Well, well. Looks like this class has a gender composition of 75% girls and 25% boys.
And among them, I can spot some familiar faces other than Belle.
There's Lorelei, the taxonomist whose discovery of the red chicken is her ticket to fame.
Perrina, the woman who was the target of perverts who posed as refugees.
Lana Reina, the officer with the katana.
Nathaleya, the officer who wants to master all eight elements of magic.
Luningning, the dual swordswoman who weathered a no-sparkgrid week alongside me.
And Rutherfordine, the elf who acted flirtatious in order to hide her dark and troubled past.
“Mr. Deschantes, can you please tell me what sociological imagination is?”
Now the teacher's summoning me.
Even though I get a bit startled at first, I regain my composure as I try to remember what I've read in the humanities textbook the night before and narrate the definition, word for word, with no stuttering at all – as I stand up with confidence.
“Sir, sociological imagination is a quality of mind – a perspective that enables us to see ourselves and the society around us from a sociological point of view. It can help us gain a fuller awareness of the present structure of our society, where our society stands in history, the varieties of people who now live in our society, and the ways in which each of these elements are related to and are influencing one another.”
“Excellent. As you can see here, even this mere interaction comprises the practice of sociology. We observe each other as we talk to each other naturally, inside and outside the four walls of the classroom. The sum of all these small interactions and observations can be used to gauge how well we are doing as a subset of society.”
And those interactions are gonna get weirder, as the rest of the school day will prove to me and the girls.
This sociological imagination thing... will be interesting, to say at least.
After the grueling calculus test, which comes right after humanities class (and I barely made it, by the way, as well as Belle)...
It's three more subjects before it's on to lunch break.
“Walter, did you bring packed lunch with you?”
“No.”
“I didn't bring one, either; so...”
“It's off to the canteen, then.”
“Never said it better!”
The canteen is quite large, with an equally large selection of meals to choose from.
Even with the canteen's size, it doesn't feel too crowded at all.
Praise be to the architects that designed this canteen, and possibly to the entire academy.
While Belle and I are on our way to the ordering counter...
We encounter Rutherfordine being called by a man wearing light-blue overalls who's sitting on the waiting bench all by himself.
“Hey, pointy-ears! Wanna do it?”
He gradually unzips his overalls to reveal...
“FWEET!”
I hear a loud whistle as a policeman immediately arrests him for lewd exposure and outright s****l harassment.
Whew. I hate it if this dream gets a lot raunchier.
Once we're in the ordering counter, we see Lorelei and Luningning out-ordering each other in the number of foods they're buying for their lunch.
The little-looking lady starts.
“Five choco crinkles, please.”
“One turkey burger, please.”
“Five Philadelphia rolls with salmon caviar on top, please.”
“Luncheon meat, eggs, sausage, and luncheon meat, please.”
“Fried chicken, spring rolls, and Napolitan spaghetti platter, please.”
“Shortrib steak with burritos and cheese-stuffed pizza and marinara sauce, please.”
Now they're staring at each other.
“So, Luningning, shall we have an eating contest, perhaps? First one to finish her own meal wins Walter's heart.”
“I approve. It's on, chicken freak!”
I can see the frown on Belle's face as she is obviously jealous that they're competing for my attention.
She then drags me to another corner of the ordering counter.
Minutes later...
Upon Belle's suggestion (more like coercion)...
...we both order a barbecue value meal without the barbecue.
Just what the penny-pincher ordered.
She starts a conversation over this ridiculously cheap meal of ours.
“Walter, I'm observing something... In the past few days, some girls in our class are suddenly expressing their feelings for you out in the open, and that has me greatly concerned as your childhood friend! Did you do anything to them while I'm gone, huh?”
“What? No!”
“Don't try to beat around the bush! Just yesterday, that elf girl made her move on you. And that attracted the attention of that pervert in the blue overalls, who infiltrated this school.”
“What do you mean, she made a move on me? By banging her hand against the wall, with her arm near my head?”
“Precisely!”
“Look, she was just telling me to get ready for the calculus exam.”
“Oh, right. Glad I studied, or else...”
In less than fifteen minutes, we're finished with our meal.
We still have 45 minutes' worth of slacking off before classes resume.
Once we're walking back to our classroom...
We see an “X” mark each on two women's lockers.
And those lockers have the names of...
Lana Reina and Nathaleya.
As far as I can remember, they're both allies belonging in the same constabulary officer unit.
But now, judging from the way these marks are placed, they're bitter rivals.
And bitter rivals they are.
The two are exchanging ominous stares at each other as they're blaming each other for vandalizing each other's lockers.
And once they set their sights on me, they feel all so dreamy.
That leaves Belle more annoyed, as she's dragging me away from their sights.
Now we're back in our classroom.
“Walter, I'm gonna take a nap. If anyone's disturbing my quality time, please stop them, OK?”
“OK.”
As she starts her nap time, I hear a quarrel coming from row four.
“I hope you end up with that pervert in the overalls and not him; because you're both seductive, horny devils entering this school just for one thing: Sierra Echo X-ray!”
“And what about you, lady who has a secret desire to be surrounded by five tall, dark, and handsome guys? Your first handicraft has exposed your secret craving to the world!”
“How many times I've told you I'm not into them, loose elf? I'm into Walter, for your big fat information!”
“Well guess what, I'm into him, too! He's the perfect guy here. He may have difficulty in some subjects, but at least he's no slouch in both academics and sports!”
“Oh... so it looks like I'm having another rival for his affection. Guess this competition will be interesting.”
“Of course it will! I'll have the last laugh, ironing board!”
“You'll die trying, melon fiend!”
“GRRRRR!!!”
Sparks fly from their eyes and clash against each other as their stares get even more menacing.
“W-Walter... can you please do something about that noise over there... ZZZ...”
Crap! I was getting too amused by their cat fight, that I forgot to stop it!
Lunch break eventually ends, and the afternoon part of the school day begins.
After the afternoon part of the school day ends, we all do the extracurricular activity of painting the walls of our school that have been vandalized in order to restore them to their former glory.
The activity goes by without a hitch.
What goes with a hitch, however...
...is the end of the school day.
As we all trudge our paths to our own homes...
I am suddenly overwhelmed by how the six girls are gradually losing control over me...
...as they all wrestle each other for a chance to feel every part of me.
It's as if they are all possessed by a blazing desire.
Their hands are their tools for them getting close to me and away from each other.
Belle, of course, does her part in defending “her man” from her “interlopers”.
It's an all-out confusing tug-of-war, that much I can say.
“Walter's mine! I'm his childhood friend, so I'm the first girl! And first girls always win!”
“He's all mine!”
“Mine, mine, mine!”
“I can't let you all have him!”
“That doggone boy is mine!”
“Lana Reina, we're not going to fight about this, OK?”
“Belle, I think I told you: I'm a lover, not a fighter!”
And now, I'm feeling the consequences of popularity as I'm feeling seven times the softness of their...
...and the fatness of their...
I'm being smothered!
I'm being smothered by all these girls!
Help!
Would somebody please help me!!!
It's too much!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
“AAAAHHHH!!! Haah... haah... haah...”
I wake up from the bed, feeling distressed and gasping for breath.
If one thinks I'm getting away from women after this dream, they're sorely mistaken!
I'm a stick-to-one-woman type of guy, and having this... uh... harem of girls is not just infeasible, but also against the laws of the land!
I'm being nice to girls because I want to help them solve their own problems, and not because I'm chasing after their skirts! That's what an adventurer does all the time!
So what's the time now?
Oh. Judging from the way the sun's rising, it's 5:30 ante meridiem.
Well. Time to do my morning rituals and do another quest because I don't want that harem nightmare to happen to me ever again.
Belle, I'll still think of you.
- Writer
