Let's Go To Some Place Where No One Can See Us

Lucille obviously knew what I was secretly hinting at and glared at me with a sheepish look on her face, as if she were angry with me for making her decide. 

She looked like she would've started strangling me, if it weren't for our classmates around us, who were now blatantly watching us; without even hiding it, as if they were watching the climax of an intense drama. 

I get that it was interesting watching someone play with a girl like I was doing with Lucille. But does it have to be so exaggerated to the point that, everyone in class was looking at me like I was a madman?

Is there some reason they were looking at me with fantascim in their eyes, as if I was doing the impossible?

After glaring at me one last time, Lucille finally seemed to have come up with her answer. 

She looked around left and right, as if she were afraid someone would hear what she was going to say, and took a step closer to me. 

She then looked down on the ground, not daring to look at me out of embarrassment, and shyly muttered under breath.

"Y-You...You were in the right."

Her voice was as meek as a mosquito, but I still managed to hear what she said. 

Hearing her answer, I bent down to look up at her face, which was as red as a rose, and teased her by asking

"Do you understand what you meant by saying that to me?"

She was flustered once again by my words. 

But this time, she didn't look she wanted to back down one bit, and put her small palm on my face and pushed me out of her face, and exclaimed

"I understand! I definitely understand! I don't need you to tell me what it means!"

Before I could steady myself, from that push to my face; I felt Lucille use the same hand that pushed me, to suddenly grab my collar, and pull me back towards her, until both of our faces were only a few centimetres apart. 

I was bent down because of our height difference, but that didn't really bother me, as I could feel her breath on my face, from how close we both were. 

Her face, which was flustered this whole time, was now looking at me with a fierce expression in her eyes and a certain haughtiness in her smile, as if she was in the one in control now; after grabbing my collar and pulling me down like a dog. 

She then looked at me in the same playful manner, I had been looking at her before; while I had a dumbfounded look look on my face, because of her sudden behaviour, and said in a teasing but also threatening manner 

"But Mr Luca, please do understand, that even if I agree with how you act, If one day you really do go overboard and truly piss me off. Then I don't mind, taking you up on the offer of slapping you until I wipe that smug smile off your face..."

She then gave a devious chuckle and said 

"...For some reason, just thinking of slapping your face, until one side turns completely red, gives me some sort of weird excitement that I've never felt before.

So be warned and look out for yourself, as this young lady truly desires to put her hands, all over your dumb looking face."

The way her lips moved provacitively, as she said those words, and the sadistic and playful intent in her eyes, as she looked at me like she was looking at prey, sent shivers down my back in a good way. 

Who would've thought that this girl, who acted like an upright young lady, would have such a feisty side to her. 

This only adds to her already transcendent beauty, and makes me more interested in her, even though she wasn't one of the demi-girls in the story, and was simply someone I decided to casually have fun with.

It also makes me wonder if her identity is as simple as that of the class monitor, since the way she ordered me right now, was similar to those people who've visited me in the past, who have unimaginable positions in society. 

And the way everyone in class was in bafflement, as they watched us, urked me the wrong away, as if I'm missing something that only they knew.

Well, I definitely got more than what I bargained for, so I'm not really complaining. 

But being held by the collar and being forced to bend down, wasn't the most comfortable position, so I glanced at Lucille, and then the students watching us and said with a grin

"I love this sexual tension, we have between us. But we have to remember that this is a school, and there are people watching us at the moment...So it's better if we bring this energy back to somewhere private, where we can have all the fun we want."

"Hmph! Pervert" 

She exclaimed, as she blushed once again, losing the fierceness she had before, and pushed me away.

I simply chuckled; and while fixing my collar that was messed up from her grabbing me, I asked 

"So is the person outside a girl or boy?"

"She's a girl. A demi-girl from a different race." 

Lucille said, as she also tidied up her uniform, which was messed up from her aggressive movements. 

If both of us were in a bedroom right now, it would look like we were putting our clothes back on, after having a session with one another.

"Does she have any special characteristics? Like something that could make her stand out from the rest of the crowd...Something only the protagonist of a story would have." 

I enquired, as I brushed her hair back around her ears, seeing that she didn't seem to notice it hanging down on the side of her head.

Lucille was surprised at my intimate action. But after giving me a peculiar look, as if she were thinking that this is just how this guy is, she shook her head in resignation and didn't reject my action, and let me tidy up her hair. 

This also caused some of the girls in class to let out silent squeels, and the boys were looking at me with hatred in their eyes, which I didn't really think too much about, even though it felt abnormal that they cared so much about what we were doing, for some weird reason.

"...Something only a protagonist would have. I don't know about that." 

Lucille said, as she got a little closer to me, so that I could fix her hair more easily. 

She then looked like she thought of something and looked at her chest, which was bigger than the rest of the girls in the class. And then up at me, with a hint of pity and disappointment in her eyes, as if she thought of a dream that she knew she could never fulfill.

She then said, in a rather hesitant manner 

"...But she did have something really special about her, that would make her stand out from the rest of the crowd, if that's what you are asking for."

"Oh. What's so special about her?" 

I finished fixing her hair and took a step back.

"Th-That....That..." She stammered and blushed, as if it were too embarrassing to say it out aloud, and said 

"That's not something I can say in a class full of students...It would be rude to her, if I did."

"It's that bad?"

"Take a look for yourself...You'll understand what I'm trying to say the moment you look at her."

"Okay. Let's go take a look then." 

I said, and then held her hand to her surprise, and pulled her along with me towards the door, where that girl was waiting.