Going To Class.

[A|N: Warning! R18 Chapter! May Skip to the next one!]

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Hugo's fingers trembled as they brushed against the soft curves of her breasts, his heart racing faster than a runaway train. 

Hugo could barely believe it. His hand was resting on her breast—yes, her breast. It was soft, warm, and about ten times more than he ever imagined. 

He moved his other hand to her perfect butt, squeezing it gently. 'So soft and bouncy!'

The girl—no, this goddess in human form—was ridiculously gorgeous. Long flowing hair, full lips, and her eyes… the kind of eyes that could make a man feel like a king and a fool all at once.

"This... this is happening!" His mind was racing, barely containing the internal fireworks. "I'm actually touching—"

Suddenly, the girl, whose beauty seemed otherworldly, gave him a devilish grin and pushed him back onto the couch. 

Hugo let out a surprised yelp, his heart pounding as if it was about to burst out of his chest. His body offered zero resistance and was as light as a feather. Her simple touch could send him flying.

Hugo found himself sitting on the couch, wide-eyed, his heart doing somersaults as she slowly peeled off her top. 

His gaze was locked onto her massive, perfect breasts, which bounced free like they had their own gravitational pull.

Her huge breasts were right in front of him. He could see every detail. The creamy skin, the tantalizing areola and the extremely suckable nipples.

Hugo was practically drooling.

'Bloody hell,' he thought, biting his lip to stop himself from grinning like an idiot. 'This is happening. This is ACTUALLY happening.'

His mind raced with excitement, a jumbled mess of thoughts: 'Should I say something cool? What's the move here? Hands? No, wait, keep calm. Yeah, just stay cool, Hugo.'

The girl straddled his lap, placing her thick and juicy thighs over him. Her massive breasts landed on his chest and and her nipples brushed against his skin.

He could feel how hard they were. 'She is horny as hell...'

Hugo was certain his heart had skipped at least three beats. Her wonderful smell was so exotic he was already getting bricked!

She leaned in, kissing him softly at first, then deeper, more passionately. Her soft tender lips fondled his and her delicate tongue intertwined with his. 

His hands found their way into hers as she guided them back to her chest. Hugo was in heaven. This was it—his greatest triumph!

He gave them a good squeeze and moved on to the nipples. When he tugged them, she purred directly into his ears. Hugo almost came then and there.

"Is this... is this a dream? No way, this is too real! I can even feel the couch!"

'This is heaven,' he thought. 'I have ascended to a higher plane of existence.'

Hugo's heart was hammering in his chest as he tried to deepen the kiss, ready to move things to the next level. This was it! He was finally going to—

But just as he was about to make the leap from 'softcore' to 'legendary,' something horrifying happened. 

Her beautiful face morphed, twisting into something grotesque. It melted and darkened drastically until it became something that looked nothing like a face.

Suddenly, she was wearing a creepy black Joker mask, and her voice dropped several octaves into a mocking drawl that sounded eerily like Don Juan's.

"Enjoying yourself, Hugo?"

'What the f*ck!' Hugo wanted to cry. Not only had imhis intense make out session ended halfway, he now found himself being straddled by the one man he didn't ever want to see again!

Before he could even scream, he pulled out a massive arrow—where did that even come from?!—and with a theatrical twirl, shot it straight into his chest. His heart exploded in terror.

"NOOOOOOO!"

Hugo shot up in bed, gasping for air, clutching his chest like his life depended on it. Sweat poured down his face, and his wild eyes darted around the room. 

It was just a dream.

"A dream... a bloody dream...!" He was covered in cold sweat, heart still racing. The disappointment was unreal. "Why?! Why does this keep happening?!"

His mind was a swirling mess of frustration and confusion. "She was right there! Why do I get shot with an arrow every time things are about to get good?!"

Out of all the good dreams he had had, this one had felt he realest. It had been so good Hugo didn't want to wake up. Yet it had to end like this?!

For real?!

Groaning, he threw the sheets off and rolled out of bed. "I can't keep doing this. I'm becoming... delusional. I should just go to class today. No more hiding."

With the resolve of a man who had lost far too many dream make-out sessions to weirdness, Hugo dragged himself into the shower. 

He splashed cold water on his face, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. 

After freshening up, he stared at himself in the mirror. His usual self wasn't going to cut it—not after the dream he'd just had. He needed to be incognito. He decided to go all-out on the disguises.

After trying on four different disguises which included an all black cloak he had worn for Halloween, a fake moustache and a hat that made him look like a discount Sherlock Holmes, he finally settled on something "subtle".

He wore dark sunglasses, a hoodie, and a scarf wrapped around his face like a ninja.

"Perfect. No one will suspect a thing."

He snuck out of his flat like a spy on a mission and made his way to class. 

Every step was cautious, as if the joker mask lady from his dream might jump out and finish him off for real this time.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of dodging imaginary threats, he reached the classroom door. 

Heart pounding, he took a deep breath and pushed it open, praying for an uneventful day.

Little did he know, nothing about Hugo's life was ever uneventful.