1 Just an ordinary class
I sit perched by the window, admiring the breathtaking view that lay before me.
The gentle hum of my inner monologue begins to resurface, a habit I've developed over time.
But who can blame me? My existence is nothing out of the ordinary.
Just another high school student trying to survive the day-to-day grind.
I'd be content with simply graduating and moving on with my life.
But as of late, life has thrown me some curveballs.
And it's not those typical, Hollywood-esque moments where your crush confesses their undying love for you.
No, my life is a bit more complex than that.
"Hey, Mika?"
The voice of the class's popular guy interrupts my thoughts.
"Oh, you're daydreaming again? Reality check, bud. In the real world, women don't just fall at your feet," he scoffs.
I shake my head, trying to rid myself of his negativity.
But he doesn't let up.
"Don't ignore me, man. Come on, let's focus on the class."
As much as his words sting, I know what I'm envisioning is not just a mere daydream.
It's all too real.
But I guess it's easier for him to mock me than to try and understand.
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My thoughts are interrupted by the teacher's voice as she drones on about the history of our nation.
I struggle to pay attention, my mind wandering aimlessly.
And before I know it, I let out a long, audible yawn.
"Mika! Can you not yawn like a bear in hibernation? We're here to learn, not nap. Go splash some water on your face if you need to," she barks.
I can't believe it.
How did she even see me yawn through my mask?
I let out a defeated sigh.
Oh well, it is what it is.
I went to the restroom while looking down at my phone and suddenly collided with someone. "Ouch," came a strangely cute sound.
I looked up and saw a female student standing in front of me, holding her chest where I had accidentally touched her.
She was blushing furiously, clearly embarrassed by the situation.
"I'm sorr-" Before I could even finish my sentence, she replied.
"It's okay," still looking flustered. "I just need to go now, bye."
With that, she bowed and quickly left.
As I stood there, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of accidentally touching a woman's breast for the first time.
She's at least C cup...
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But I knew that it was wrong to think that way, and I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind.
After washing my face and composing myself, I looked in the mirror and saw a reflection of a mature woman.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
A woman was standing right beside me, but she looked nothing like a normal human being.
Her bare legs were visible from beneath her short skirt, and she wore an oversized crop top that revealed her midriff.
I couldn't help but notice her underboobs, which were visible due to the length of the crop top she wore.
It's an oversized half crop top!
It was as if she was straight out of a shounen anime, a seductive succubus with a devilish smile.
As she approached me, I couldn't decide whether to run away or stand my ground.
Ultimately, I chose the latter, hoping that I could maintain some semblance of control.
"Hi there, cutie."
Her voice dripping with an otherworldly charm.
My heart was racing.
I couldn't believe what was happening.
Was this a dream?
Would she hurt me?
I felt her draw closer, her breath hot against my ear.
"Your greatest desire will come true if you touch the mirror," she whispered.
I could feel her body heat, and I realized that her breasts were pressing against my arm.
But when I looked around, I couldn't see anything. She was only visible in the mirror.
Was I losing my mind?
Suddenly, she was gone.
I turned my head to look for her, but she had vanished without a trace.
My mind was reeling, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just experienced something truly otherworldly.
As I made my way back to class, I couldn't help but feel lucky.
For a brief moment, I had felt the softness of a succubus's breasts.
And as I looked out the window, I could still see her reflection.
She looked like one of those popular Gyaru girls from manga but with a horn and barely dressed.
I knew that I would never forget this encounter, no matter how hard I tried.
As I slumped down in my chair, the clock on the wall seemed to be mocking me as it ticked away.
Three minutes had passed, but it felt like an eternity since the class began.
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The lecture on physical movement seemed to drag on forever until, finally, it came to an end with a reminder about homework.
I braced myself for the inevitable lunchtime conversation with Yura.
She always had a new idea for how to spend our weekends, and I always had to come up with an excuse to decline.
As she approached me with her trademark enthusiasm, I mentally prepared a list of possible responses, but when I opened my mouth, something strange happened.
"No, thank you," I said firmly, but the words seemed to echo around the classroom, drawing everyone's attention.
Even Yura looked at me with confusion.
"What? Why are you staring at the ceiling?" she asked.
I realized that I must have spoken my thoughts out loud, but before I could correct myself, Yura was already offering me another option.
"Come on, don't be like that. We could go to the park or the cinema, or maybe even my bedroom," she teased, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
I declined her offer again, but this time, I felt like I needed to give a reason. "I just have a lot of studying to do," I explained.
"Jeez, you're no fun." Yura pouted and walked away, leaving me to eat my lunch in peace.
But just as I was about to take a bite of my fried rice, an earthquake warning blared through the speakers.
"Drop, Cover, and Hold On under a sturdy desk or table until the shaking stops. Once it does, evacuate to the designated assembly point outside," the voice on the speaker instructed.
I remained composed and sat calmly on my chair despite the unsettling sensation of the earth moving beneath me.
Despite my lack of experience with earthquakes, I knew that panicking would only make things worse.
Instead, I focused on taking deep breaths and tried to keep a level head, hoping that the tremors would subside soon.
The class president, who was always the voice of reason, tried to calm everyone down.
"Stay calm, everyone. Follow the instructions we've been given. We'll be okay if we all stay together and stay safe," he said in a soothing voice.
But the other students in the classroom were not as calm as she was.
Some were screaming, some were crying, and some were praying.
I heard someone say, "This is it! The end of the fucking world is here!" while another person shouted, "I can't die today, I have a date tonight!"
I looked at them and saw a few of my classmates trying to make a run for it. "Where are you guys going?" I asked.
"We're getting out of here, man! This building is going to collapse any second now!" one of them said.
"Are you stupid? It's safer to stay inside and wait for the shaking to stop," I said, trying to reason with them.
But they were too scared to listen to reason.
They ran out of the classroom, leaving me and a few others behind.
I could hear their panicked voices echoing down the hallway.
As the shaking intensified, the desk started to move, and I gripped it tightly.
I saw my classmates huddled under their desks, some holding hands, others crying.
But strangely enough, I didn't feel afraid.
I felt a sense of calm wash over me.
Maybe it was because I was mentally prepared for this disaster, or maybe it was because I had accepted that there was nothing I could do to stop it.
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Finally, the shaking stopped, and the voice on the speaker announced that we could evacuate to the designated assembly point.
As we filed out of the classroom, I noticed that the students who had run out earlier were nowhere to be seen.
I wondered if they had made it out safely or if they were still trapped in the building.
As we gathered outside, waiting for further instructions, I overheard some of my classmates talking about their experiences.
"That was so scary, I thought I was going to die!" one of them said.
"Holy shit! I can't believe we made it out alive," another student said.
But I couldn't help but feel grateful that I had stayed calm during the earthquake.
It was a small victory, but it was one that I needed to remember in case another disaster struck.
