Get On Your Knees

"So what do I do now?" Astrid asked, still looking excited that she was my first minotaur partner, when all the partners of my past were only humans, since that was the only race present back on Earth. 

Well, we did have our own races in terms of skin colour and the country to which one belonged. But nothing as extreme as this world, where different races have literal changes in their body structure and behavior depending on what race they belong to.

"Normally I'd ask you to go on your knees, as that's the ideal position for extracting my sample. But I don't think you'll be able to do that, since you would find it hard to balance yourself with your flat hooves."

"I also don't want to cause you any discomfort by making you kneel on a hard, cold floor like this."

I said while I looked at the wooden floor below, which we both had enough time sitting on.

Clang~ Clang~

Astrid looked at her black hooves, which shone like dark steel, and tapped the wooden floor with them. 

Seeing how hard it was, she nodded her head, agreeing that what I said made sense.

"So I think the best alternative would be for you to squat down, all the way to the floor, like a frog."

"Squat like a frog..." She repeated my word and then slowly crouched her knees, and lowered her body down until her plump butt was sticking out from her back, just a feet above the ground, and spread her thighs at a 40-degree angle.

"Do you mean like this?" She looked up with her glistening grey eyes as her bust was pushed out because of the position she was in, almost as if they were going to tear out of her black shirt which looked extremely lewd, and made me want to do awful things to her while she sat like that.

What surprised me a lot was how her black shirt, which was buttoned all the way up to her neck in a professional manner as if she were a real scholar, remained like that all the way through, even after running around the class and thrashing me around like a dummy.

She must have worn some really good-quality clothes, as any other shirt would have easily unbuttoned from the pressure from her chest, and turned those buttons into weapons.

"Do you always button your shirt all the way up to the neck?...Like doesn't it get a little stuffy sometimes?" I asked the question on my mind.

"Oh this?" Astrid touched the edge of her collar.

"Well, it does get really hot under here, especially during the summer. But I have to button my shirts all the way to my neck so that I can hide my secret that you know about...Or else I'm afraid that someone will find out if I wear anything too low cut." 

Astrid sighed, not being able to wear any free or loose clothes.

"I also know from experience that I get a little too much attention when I show a little skin underneath my neck. So I try to mostly cover it up, since I don't want people staring at me."

"Does that happen quite often?" I asked.

"Well, a lot can be said when a person meets me for the first time and they always look at my chest first, whether they're a boy or girl." Astrid said with a wry smile, as if she was recalling some unpleasant memories. 

She then seemed to think of something, looked up at me with a look of wonder and told

"But Luca you...You didn't look at my chest even once when you first met me earlier and only looked at my face...Even when the princess by your side was looking at them in a daze, you didn't dare to look down and only looked at me like a true gentlemen."

"Of course, I noticed you looking at them later, from time to time, with a greedy look in your eyes...But the fact that you didn't stare at them first and looked into my eyes instead when you first met me is really suprising...Especially since it's a pervert like you." 

Astrid said in pleasant surprise, as her image of me in her head, just got re-evaluated to a better place.

"That's only because your beautiful grey eyes were more captivating than your bountiful chest...If you'd met me with your eyes blindfolded, I'm sure that I too would have stared at your chest first." I coughed and said to brush away the awkwardness of getting caught in the act.

In truth, I also wanted to stare at her chest when I first met her, since it was such a glorious sight. But I'd be an idiot if I did so, as it would only make the girl in question put up a guard against me, which was something I wanted to avoid.

Always look into a girl's eyes when you speak to her. That's something every man should know if they ever want a chance to take her home. If you do anything other than that, then you're in for a long, bumpy ride.

"So, you find my eyes to be more attractive than my chest, which everyone usually stares at like they've lost their souls..."

"That's a first..." She muttered to herself and gave a happy little smile.

"Do you also wear a lab coat that fully covers yourself so that you can avoid the gazes?"

"That's part of the it...But the main reason I wear a lab coat is because it looks really cool and makes me look smart and aloof." 

Astrid proudly said an answer that I didn't expect, as she brushed the edges of her lab coat like it was a suit of armour.

"Well, I'm fine with you wearing a shirt and the lab coat you seem to be really proud of, but the skirts got to go." 

I looked at the skirt that was covering her long legs, leaving nothing for me to see since her skirt was spread out on her legs that were open wide.

"Wait...Why does my skirt have to-"

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a gust of wind move past her face from above, and the next moment she felt a little breezy underneath.

"Ah!"

When she looked down to see why it got a lot cooler under her legs, she found her legs were completely bare and out in the open, while her skirt was missing from her waist, and let out a cry of surprise.

When she looked up at me to see the source of that gust of wind that stole her skirt in a second, without her even noticing that it was gone until she looked down, she saw me holding her skirt in one hand with a much more pleasant look on her face as I stared at her bare thighs that were finally visible.

"The skirt was getting in the way from seeing your wonderful legs, which deserved to be admired in plain sight, so it had to be ridden of." 

I explained as I threw her skirt on top of one of the toppled chairs that surrounded us, who were both in the middle of the classroom, which was the only mess that didn't have any broken desks or chairs on the ground.

"Aren't you a little too good at removing skirts?...So good, that I didn't even notice that it was gone." Astrid didn't seem to mind that I took her skirt off. But looked at me suspiciously when she saw my cloth removing skills.

"Well, after you've removed a certain number of skirts, it just becomes muscle memory." I said, with a smirk on my face.

This made her eyes flash with a trace of annoyance, as all of a sudden she grabbed my pants with both her hands and used all her strength to pull them off my legs.

"Wait! Hold up, Astrid! What do you think you're doing!" I held up my pants with one hand and tried to ply Astrid's hands with the other.

"I'm just helping you take your pants off in return for taking off my skirt."

"I may not be as skilled as you when it comes to taking off another person's clothes. But I believe brute strength can solve anything." She said with a delightful smile on her face, as she increased the strength she used to pull my pants.