CH-32. School Trip
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The bus horn sounded, signaling, and the school bus in front of the school began to move slowly, merging onto the main road leading to New York City.
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In the bus.
The students looked at the city scenes passing by on both sides, barely able to contain their excitement and joy. They chatted animatedly among themselves.
"Quiet down! Dear students, please be quiet for a moment!" The instructor, standing next to the driver's seat along with a young teacher, put down his thermos cup—decorated with a photo of a silver-haired goddess—and shouted into the noisy bus using a megaphone.
The students quieted down and turned their curious gazes to the young teacher they had never seen before.
Gwen, as the class monitor, leaned over to Mike and whispered, "That's the new instructor's assistant."
The instructor, sporting a macho look, grinned and said, "Classmates, I believe you all know who I am. But let me introduce myself again—I am the instructor of this class, Roth Harrington. You can call me Mr. Harrington or just Instructor."
Instructor Roth clapped his hands enthusiastically, "I am responsible for organizing all matters related to this class's group outing. I am both a teacher and a tour guide. If you have any questions, just come to me. Don't be shy!"
"Also, let me tell you a secret. I'm a loyal fan of the silver-haired goddess." Instructor Roth chuckled.
The thermos photos were a dead giveaway. Who didn't know this "secret"?
However, Roth's last joke immediately triggered laughter from the students, breaking down barriers and fostering a friendly atmosphere.
In one of the back seats, Mike slapped his forehead, looking hopeless.
'No need… no need…'
"By the way, let me introduce someone to you." After establishing rapport, Instructor Roth patted the young man standing next to him and said, "This is my temporary assistant and the deputy instructor for this trip."
"Introduce yourself to the class." Roth encouraged with a grin.
The young man with light stubble stepped forward, his expression serious, "Hello, my name is Quentin Beck. You can also call me 'Mysterio.' Actually, I am a traveler from a parallel universe!"
"…"
The students were stunned.
Mike's eyes widened as he stared at the young man.
'No way, did I just meet a fellow villager?'
Bang!
Instructor Roth smacked Quentin on the head and explained, "Forgive your deputy instructor. He's a bit of a middle school syndrome case."
Quentin smiled and said, "How was my acting? Pretty realistic, right? My childhood dream was to be an actor—a Hollywood stuntman."
The students exchanged glances, unsure how to respond.
"Don't look at him like that." Roth said, smoothing things over, "He recently applied for a position at Stark Industries. Maybe after this trip, he'll join Stark Industries as a technician!"
"Stark Industries? Technician?"
Hearing this, the students applauded with admiration. In Stark Industries, any position held immense prestige—and high salaries. A technician's value was comparable to that of a university professor.
Mike touched his nose subconsciously.
'Didn't I just exile Stark Industries' boss to another dimension recently? Though it was in a three-in-one state.
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After the instructors finished their introductions and mingled harmoniously with the students, the school bus drove onto the highway. The interior gradually grew quieter.
The school bus wasn't as fast as airplanes or trains, and the journey to New York would take at least three to four hours. The curtains were drawn, dimming the interior. Many students closed their eyes to nap or played with their phones, and soon only the sound of the bus engine could be heard.
Mike initially planned to nap but was interrupted by Gwen, who leaned over and whispered, "Remember what we agreed on the day before yesterday?"
"The day before yesterday?" Mike was momentarily stunned before recalling that Gwen had wanted to make amends.
"What kind of compensation do you want?" Mike asked, readily agreeing. After all, Gwen was a childhood friend and practically a sibling or may be not.
"I think I twisted my ankle getting on the bus. It hurts a little." Gwen said, blushing.
"That's a minor issue, not really compensation. Put your foot up, and I'll rub it for you." Mike said without overthinking.
"…"
Gwen hesitated but bit her lower lip and steeled herself.
Sitting by the window, Gwen turned slightly, reached down to remove her black short boots, adjusted the hem of her denim shorts, and placed her foot on Mike's lap.
Mike was momentarily stunned.
The moment Gwen took off her boots, Mike realized something was off. Maybe it was the warmer weather. Gwen wore a casual top, denim shorts, and thin black tights. Now, her legs—wrapped in sheer pantyhose—were in full view.
Mike wasn't a foot fetishist, but his heart started beating faster. Gwen's legs were long, slender, and beautifully shaped, and her small feet, wrapped in fine black silk, looked like delicate works of art.
"Right there, it's sprained." Gwen said, pointing to her right ankle.
"Got it." Mike replied, taking a deep breath.
'Gwen is my sibling… Gwen is my sibling…'
He muttered to himself before grasping her foot. Her feet were small and warm, like holding a smooth, cool gem.
Mike gently massaged her ankle. Gwen's face turned scarlet with embarrassment, her body stiffening at the unfamiliar sensation.
"Wait, wait…" Gwen bit her lip, nearly jumping from her seat.
Bang!
The school bus jolted violently, waking several students. The driver's apologetic voice followed, "Sorry, students, we were going too fast."
Inside the dim bus, Mike glanced at Gwen's flushed face and asked casually, "Gwen, have you been doing yoga or something recently?"
"Y-yeah…" Gwen stammered, her voice barely audible.
"When do you even have time?" Mike asked curiously while continuing the massage. He usually spent most of his time with Gwen but hadn't noticed her sneaking off for yoga sessions.
The atmosphere in the bus gradually settled, but Mike's mind raced as he stared out the window, lost in thought. What lay ahead in New York promised to be more than just a field trip.
"Woo~" Gwen murmured subconsciously, "On the rooftop... No, I just do aerobics in my bedroom occasionally..."
"Is that so?"
Mike didn't think much about it, nor did he have the energy to think too much. Most of his attention was now focused on Gwen's perfect and delicate left foot.
This is even more comfortable than the feeling of stroking Kerry.
Mike was in a trance, and the rubbing action of his hands unconsciously changed to stroking.
The fairly large palm wrapped around the entire flexible, white, and tender foot, and then slid upwards along the fine black silk. Mike's five fingers stretched out somewhat greedily, fully feeling the delicacy and smoothness coming from his fingertips—
"Woo!!"
The feeling and excitement this time far exceeded the sum of all the previous ones.
The girl felt as if struck by lightning. Her eyes shone with crystal light, and her small mouth with sharp fangs opened as she bit Mike's shoulder hard.
Mike felt the pain and then reacted, quickly letting go of Gwen's little feet.
"Woo—" Gwen bit Mike and suppressed the sound that was about to come out.
Mike smiled bitterly and let her bite him.
The school bus was traveling at a constant speed and was still quiet. No one noticed this scene.
After a long time, Gwen finally let go and put her legs down. With a look of shame and anger on her face, she sat back in her seat, pretending nothing had happened.
"I'm sorry, Gwen. I didn't mean it." Mike looked at the girl apologetically but didn't explain too much. It was impossible to say he mistook her for Kerry, right?
Gwen didn't respond, nor did she look at Mike. She calmly raised a finger to signal.
Mike understood what she meant in a second and breathed a sigh of relief, "I owe you some compensation, right? No problem."
'As long as it's not rubbing your legs.'
'It's not that I'm not strong enough, I just can't hold on any longer.'
Mike felt that if he continued rubbing, he might suddenly awaken some strange hobby.
"Is your shoulder okay?" Gwen was angry for only three seconds. She looked at Mike's shoulder worriedly and took out a tissue to wipe off the moisture.
"It's okay. I'm thick-skinned."
Mike glanced at his shoulder. In fact, Gwen didn't bite very hard. There was only a tooth mark on the jacket, and the flesh underneath wasn't bitten deeply.
Otherwise, the Lord of the Dependents might be triggered again.
However, Gwen is just an ordinary person, so even if it is triggered, it shouldn't cause any trouble.
"Mike, what are you wearing on your left hand?"
Gwen seemed to have forgotten the embarrassing incident just now and returned to being the calm, intellectual, and cold young lady. She lowered her head, looked at Mike's left hand, and asked.
"Oh, are you talking about this?" Mike then noticed that the long sleeve of his left hand was pulled up a little, revealing the silver bracelet worn on the front of his arm.
Its name is the magical artifact "Guardian Silver Bracelet"!
The Guardian Silver Bracelet is made from the fragments of the Aegis and can withstand all (physical and magical) attacks. When the arms are crossed, it can generate a powerful shield barrier and shock wave.
Even though his aunt Diana is dressed in all kinds of magical clothes, the ranking of her Guardian Silver Bracelet is only second to the Sword of the God of Fire!
Of course, the Guardian Silver Bracelets are a pair. If there is only one, its power will obviously be greatly reduced.
However, because of this, even in a human body, he can barely use the basic abilities of this half-artifact.
"This is a lucky charm my aunt gave me. I use it to protect myself outside." Mike smiled and pulled up his sleeves to cover the single protective silver bracelet.
"Lucky item?" Gwen murmured softly. Somehow, she always felt that the peculiar silver bracelet seemed to have been seen somewhere before.
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Manhattan, New York.
When the school bus arrived at its destination, the bustling urban area, it was already approaching evening. The warm sunset fell on the tall buildings, and neon lights were lit everywhere on the ground.
Instructor Rhodes and his mysterious assistant arranged a group dinner at a restaurant, and then took the students to check in at apartments in a residential area.
By the time Mike entered his own small room with his schoolbag, the first day in New York was almost over before it even began.