Kiltering Mayhem

"—P-Personal Dessert?!"; Stutters Lorraine, having a panicked expression, but weirdly, her heterochromic eyes doesn't divert their gaze from mine, portraying a conviction that unfortunately do not match her demeanor.

—I, I am not tasty…

"—Really?"; My question is answered by a shy nod from her, which only ignites a thirst that I have never experienced before.

—You are saying it from a fact?.

She shakes her head in negation, keeping her sight locked on me, giving me the impression that I am the only person that matters for her right now; Which pumps up my blood flow at the idea that I have captivate completely the attention of this stranger.

{How could I remain oblivious of this invigorating sensations for so long?!}

—Shouldn't we corroborate your words then, Lory?.

She stares at me blankly with wide eyes, timidly and slowly accepting my advances with a single nod.

My lips curls up in a predatorial smile, elongating my fangs as i open up my mouth making the fake attempt of biting her breast, just below the "Identification Badge" she is carrying.

I can see a small knob sticking out of the fabric of her black blouse, it wasn't there half a second ago.

{She is excited and as anxious as I am; What an awesome and intoxicating situation!}

Reducing the distance and almost biting her, is evident for me her accelerated heart beat, as visibly moves her glorious bosom with the rhythm of each pump.

"—Get away from her!"; Says a youthful voice lacking any kind of maturity.

Lorraine's focused gaze on me immediately cuts off our interaction, rolling her eyes with high exasperation.

I turn hastily towards the responsible for this obnoxious interruption; A Young Man of frail constitution, black hair and red eyes; He is not very tall, as his height barely reaches the 3.15 meters.

He is not alone, as behind him, are two women entering inside of the Room Number 22.

{This place has only four Bedrooms; Are we supposed to share the bed?}

The first of them is a serious orange skinned woman with lustrous long indigo hair, her striking eyes are a mix between amber and orange, as her overall silhouette of 3.7 meters of height denotes the toned care of her body, yet, is brimming with overwhelming femininity; Quite the opposite vibe that you could get from Marckza's demeanor and more robust constitution due to her more developed musculature plus her usage of saggy sports clothes that hide the reality of her apparency.

The second of the pair has deep wine friendly eyes, her joyfully attitude is way too imperative to describe something else first; As her well developed body feels like a waste in an evidently naive and empty headed person who clearly thinks she can befriend everyone.

{I hate this type of personality; While it is not correct to think that everyone is a potential enemy, the same applies in the opposite situation; It is not something difficult to understand, Or is it?}

Straight silver metallic hair with two short pigtails on the sides of her head makes her appear younger, which is comprehensive with her 3.5 meters of height; What does not help her too much is the fact that she looks even smaller than that because of her clothes, specifically she is wearing an oversized red leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the elbows of her arms.

{She has her knees slightly bend and the legs parted open like an inverted "V", what gives the impression that she is even shorter than "Lory"}

—Or what "Mouse Squeak"?!…

My sentence is pronounced aggressively as i stood up from my leaning forward position and walking to be in front of the black haired Young Man.

A tint of surprise is observed in the gaze of the two women behind him, almost as none of them had seen someone with a height near as the one I possess.

Which i have to admit that is not too common even for the current standards of Clarattoia, as having more than 3.6 meters is already considered being on the taller frame, and i am 15 centimeters above that.

—What happened?, Have you become mute?, Did you lost your manliness to face me?, Or why are you not responding?…

The provocations I make go unanswered; Which infuriates me a lot more, as I hate when others waste my time, something that irritates me almost as much as being interrupted when I am doing something that is new to me.

The silver haired woman steps between the black haired man and myself "—There is no reason for you to be so harsh on him…; She comments with friendliness trying to middle down the situation "—The girl was uncomfortable, and he just wanted to help, Right Amber?".

—Correct, your reaction is unfitted for a Gentleman, "Trektör"…

{That only applies if i were a Gentleman, and i am clearly not one of such class}

This "Amber" back up the unfounded words of the silver haired woman, reading my Badge, punctuating my Spark Name, so i do the same with her leader.

—Big words "Misery", Ups my bad, I can see something so low if you don't stand up properly "Merzïry"…

This angers Amber, but only brings a playful smile to Merzïry innocent face, who actually stands firm and straighting her back, what rises up her prominent breasts that are almost as impressive as the pair carried by Lory.

{Not bad, What she lacks in awareness she make it up for in attitude}

*Twring*

{What was that?}

Ignoring the weird sound, I patronize Merzïry innocent head by patting her, gaining me a furious glare from Amber, worthy of an [Assassin Stare] from a Lyg'Æythûz Farioth.

—You are such a Good Girl Merzïry!…

Happily i state mockingly as she replies truthfully "—Sure am I!" with an enthusiastic and joyful tone.

Amber's rage is so much for this that part of her indigo hair lights up in a raging orange shade as her eyes turn into a menacing purple, which I find very funny and amusing, at least her reaction, because her looks is more appealing than before.

—But, Good Girls don't jump into hasty conclusions; Don't you think that you should have first asked to "Lory" if she required any kind of assistance?; Because the way she rolled her eyes due to the "Mouse Squeak" voice interrupting us, told me a different story of what any of you understood of my interaction with her.

—You are lying!, You were harassing Camellia!…

—Empty words Mouse Squeak… , Did I do something to upset or annoy you Lory?.

She shakes her head, and despite everyone's staring in her direction, she gathers the courage to speak in a soft but audible voice.

—We were just introducing ourselves, and playing a little...

Lorraine cheeks turn red, whether out of embarrassment or excitement, which does not escape the view of Amber, who fastly questions Lory.

—Is that so?, You don't have to cover it up for him, if he did something inappropriate to you...

Lorraine cuts Amber off, getting rid of her bashful behavior and speaking with a tone more bold and loud.

—Even if it were the case, is my business, if i needed help, i would had asked for it, and no, I don't lie, because I am not a coward...

The statement calms down part of Amber's fury, cooling herself and losing the orange shade of her indigo hair; Contrary to her, the Mouse Squeak is not content with what is the truth.

—Next time don't be a party pooper "Wallace"…

I say smirking as he averts his gaze, and angered, he enters into his bedroom.

Before the door is closed, i can catch the glimpse of a bunk bed that is half the size of my bed, as a Suitcase belonging to someone else is in the upper bed.

{This means the "Bed" of my room can turn into a "Bunk Bed"?, I hope not, because I don't want to share my room}

A loud sigh leaves Lorraine's puffy lips, attracting the attention of those around.

{I want to kiss her…}

And i am not alone thinking on doing this to her, as Amber gulps down saliva in a really loud and exaggerated manner.

{Wait, Is this how Itzxuria's felt?, If so, I guess that… , I kind of feel bad about it now}

Holding back the urge to pounce at Lory is quite hard because i am learning to do so, still is practically agonizing.

{I can't even comprehend what Itzxuria went through when she met me… , *Sigh*, Mental Note, If I get the chance to be with her again, I must make it up to her, and most likely that would mean having sex with her, "What a difficult sacrifice"}

"—You look extremely relived Lorraine, Why is that?"; Inquires curiously Merzïry; She really is an oblivious young lady, kind of like me when understanding others feelings and stances is the primary subject.

—He is annoying, and always causes me problems with others… , T-Thank you Trektör, I dozed off a little bit before…

—Next time you "Doze off" better be when we are alone, so we don't have to care about being interrupted again before i eat you up…