"Look forward when you drive idiot. "
The sudden creak of a classroom door snapped him back to reality. In front of him stood a young male teacher who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Compared to Mr. Shirley, he actually dressed quite well. He wore a white dress shirt which was tucked into a pair of navy dress pants, along with a suit jacket of a similar colour. The whole outfit was accompanied by a blood red tie and, oddly enough, red converses to match. He had short brown hair, which was parted in the centre which made him look like some kind of Korean actor. This was further reinforced by the fact that he was actually Asian as well.
"Masakit?" Mas lumakas ang hiyaw ko ng mas lalo niyang pilipitin ang tenga ko. "Dapat lang sayo yan! Gustong gusto mong nasasaktan diba?"
"Chunhua is it?" The boy said as he chomped on his fingers, licking them, sucking them before drawing circles on her thigh. She gasped and removed his hand, disgusted.
And on his way home he passed the church where he'd met Asia as he'd wanted to catch up with her and see if all was well.
In the Land of Funtazia lots of Magic users started out training their own skills in casting spells. But one particular Magician in this story has a really difficult time to master one simple spell. The Spell to make her broom fly. The Caster only need to say the right words and the magic will happen. In Funtazia Magic is only cast with the proper words.
"He is not exactly without reason." Elder Cao, one of the six elders, slowly responded: "If the order keeps on wandering around outside, wouldn't that be a hidden danger to us? We cannot refuse anyone with the order, so we might as well accept his request."
this was the only way....the only way to save..." as she said
"What?" Surprised to hear that, he turned his face to her.
The boy she'd led down the maze of this place, the boy she'd rode the elevator with was gone, replaced by something dark and angry. She could practically feel the waves of dark rage flowing from him as he stared her down, a wide grin still spreading across his boyish features. He leaned a little further into her blade, drawing a thing stream of blood, flowing down his neck and sinking into his fine white dress shirt, staining it for good. He opened his mouth to speak, and in spite of everything she'd been through, everything she'd done for Mr. Bold (And that included quite a few bloody confrontations with potential rivals), she was scared. She hadn't felt this fear in many years...
Everyone has their versions of euphoria and it's all very unique☀️.