6 First Day at Nevermore Academy

Today marks the day I enter Nevermore Academy. Currently, I'm in a taxi with Grandma on our way there. From a distance, the looming silhouette of the academy emerges from the mist, resembling a gothic masterpiece. Nestled amidst ancient trees, the school exudes an eerie charm, reminiscent of Hogwarts but on a smaller and less imposing scale.

When I stepped out of the car, my grandma gave me a knowing smile and said, "Enjoy yourself. I've included some protective items in your luggage. Be responsible; I look forward to having grandchildren, but there's no rush."

I watch her in amazement – that's my grandma!

While following the older students leading us to the gathering, I examine my surroundings and witness an enormous flow of teenagers with their families passing by. You can see dozens of Werewolves running around, many pale people with umbrellas, and other peculiar individuals. 

You can even see individuals without faces. Ugh, I get shivers just watching them. I mean, people with snake hair? Chill. People with fluffy ears and tails? Come to daddy! But witnessing individuals with a face covered in skin, where you can even discern the form where the eyes and mouth should be, gives me shivers. It's as if you take a normal human, remove their eyes, and replace the cavities with skin.

I noticed many people pointing their fingers at me and whispering among themselves. I know they are admiring my beauty, but after 14 years in solitude with my grandma, it feels strange to have all the attention on you.

While we were waiting, many girls attempted to initiate a conversation, but upon making eye contact, they blushed intensely and couldn't find their words. Is my charm still this strong? I've even taken precautions by partially concealing my scent and other distinctive features.

Grandma advised me yesterday to use a low-quality artifact to alter my appearance or hide it partially. In a school filled with teenagers experiencing maximum hormonal surges, it would likely attract unwanted attention and potential harassment.

Initially, I resisted the idea. I mean, who wouldn't want to be harassed from girls? Hehehe. 

However, she mentioned that even boys might harass me... yeah, no thank you. I'll conceal a part of my otherworldly beauty. Nevertheless, if I'm interested in someone, I might "accidentally" reveal my true self to them. They'll believe they're special, or perhaps it will spark a romantic drama and BAMM I am in their panties. Someone would even dare to say it's a brilliant plan.

After some time, an elderly woman with snow-white hair like mine goes out from a balcony and welcome us. "Welcome to Nevermore Academy! Nevermore Academy is an academic institution that nurtures outcasts, freaks, and monsters. Our mission is to help each student master their extraordinary abilities through world-class academics and unique extracurriculars. I hope you will find this school to your liking. Now, new students, please follow one of the older students. They will take you on a tour of the building and tell you about classes and activities that the school offers."

I survey the surroundings, uncertain about which group to join. Suddenly, a blonde girl appears seemingly out of nowhere and confidently declares, "Howdy, I'm Enid. Want to join my group? I'll be your guide."

I see, extremely direct, I like it. "Sure."

I trail behind Enid and notice another person in our group, someone unfamiliar to me, perhaps just a random girl. I decide to introduce myself courteously to the two girls.

"Hello, my name is Perseus. Nice to meet you both," I say with a polite smile.

The other girl responds, "Hi, my name is Olivia," her voice carrying a shy tone as she offers a tentative smile. "Nice to meet you."

While we search for other people, I can observe better the two girls.

Enid exudes boundless joy, her hair reminiscent of sun-kissed rays that falls in a carefree dance around her face. Her eyes sparkle with infectious happiness, creating a warm atmosphere for anyone standing near her. In her presence, there's a bubbling energy that makes everyone who looks at her feel boundless joy and a sense of uniqueness.

She has a slender frame that radiates vitality and effortlessly complements her joyful spirit. Her figure appears youthful, with C-cup size breasts and a well-rounded, curvaceous ass. Her ass is so big, round and juicy… I want to squeeze it so badly.

The other girl, on the other hand, stands with a quiet elegance, a timid girl with dark-purple hair that falls in gentle waves around her shoulders. Her eyes, the hue of a soft lavender, hold a hint of shyness, peeking out from beneath strands of delicate hair. Her body is voluptuous, her breasts at least a D-cup, and her ass is a bit smaller than Enid's but still very impressive. Despite her attempts to conceal it with loose clothing, the contours of her attractive figure are still noticeable. She often casts her gaze downward, but when she speaks, her voice carries a gentle strength, like the quiet resilience of wildflowers in a serene meadow.

Blech, since when did I become a poet? Well, jokes aside, I decide that I want both. The thing that is still fascinating me is that Olivia looks exactly like Raiden Shogun from Genshin Impact. Her body, hair colour, and face are the same.

While I am thinking about these unusual thoughts, Enid starts to introduce the school. "Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us. 

Where we stand now is the quad. 

Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene. 

There are many flavours of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners, and Scales…" 

She continued to explain where the classes would take place, the location of the dormitories, and the various rules that should supposedly be respected. I just followed her behind and kept looking at her jiggling ass while she swayed her hips gracefully with each step. There was also one time when she bent down to pick something up from the floor, and you could perfectly see the valley between her buttocks and the outline of her panties. I want to squeeze it so badly… Why am I feeling so horny? Is this a sign of puberty?

At the end of the tour, Enid even gave me her phone number and told me that if I ever needed something I could contact her, and she would help me. While saying this, her face turned as red as a ripe apple, embarrassment coloring her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. Cute, I forgot how easily teenagers fall in love; just be beautiful, and they'll fall at your feet.

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Author Note:

I don't like how some parts of this chapter are written. I might modify it in the future.

Don't worry, the next chapters are well-written! I am only pondering whether to divide them, as the next three chapters have a word count of 1500-2000 each. (Probably not, too lazy)

University is starting, and I will release new chapters on Monday and Friday.