Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 39 - Colored Pens

Chapter 39 - Colored Pens

Another day of classes had drawn to a close, the bustling energy of the campus settling into a quieter hum. Our study group had grown—Remuel and Cindy had joined us at the last minute, though it seemed they'd hesitated at first, weighing their decision like one might an uncertain gamble. You see, the pair also registered for the Licensure Examinations Tournament in the very last hour, so they are still quite confused about the study circle thing.

With six of us now, the cramped cafeteria tables no longer sufficed. We opted instead for the Library Building, its lofty halls known for housing long, sturdy rectangular tables perfect for larger groups. Climbing to the third floor, we found our spot among the hushed whispers and the faint scent of aged paper and wood polish that clung to the air. The floor was quieter than the others, the type of silence that invites focus and deters even the faintest of murmurs.

As we settled in, unpacking textbooks and notes onto the smooth surface of the table, a familiar figure approached—a spark of color in the muted library. She was none other than Dianca, the school's vibrant livestream idol, her long blue hair cascading like silk ribbons down her back, and her emerald eyes sparkling with lively curiosity.

"Oh!" Dianca's face lit up with the warmth of recognition. "Myrrh! There you are!"

"Dianca!" Myrrh's eyes widened in delight as she waved, her voice carrying a soft, friendly cadence. "Here!"

Without hesitation, Dianca slipped into the vacant seat beside Myrrh, her arms laden with a small tower of books and notebooks. As she plopped them onto the table, the pile spilled outward like an avalanche. Among the chaos was an arsenal of colorful pens—bright, mismatched hues that spoke of her artistic flair. When she set them down, some pens tumbled free, rolling and scattering like mischievous marbles. Most of them went under the table.

"Ah!" Dianca gasped, flustered, her hands fluttering in mild panic.

"I got it," I offered quickly, already moving to crouch under the table. The cool surface of the floor met my knees as I searched. But the moment my gaze shifted from the pen, I realized something else had caught my attention—a distraction I hadn't anticipated.

You see, the university uniform for girls comes with pleated short skirts, and from my vantage point under the table, I had an unobstructed view of a rather... distracting landscape. On my right, Myrrh's milky white thighs were effortlessly eye-catching, smooth and radiant against the dim light under the table. Beside her were Dianca's pearly white legs, so pristine they seemed to glow. Yum. Shifting my gaze further to the left, I spotted Fei Xian's slender legs—graceful and perfectly proportioned. It struck me then: this was a view I wouldn't mind savoring for a while.

But then there were Cindy's legs. Muscular, toned, and brimming with raw power, they seemed built for domination. Not to body shame her—far from it—but those legs looked capable of wrestling a bear into submission. The thought lingered for a moment, and I couldn't help but stifle a smirk.

As I continued my pretense of searching for the pen, half-heartedly poking at shadows, the conversation above began to filter down.

"Everyone, this is Dianca Fritz," Myrrh said, her voice as gentle as her demeanor. She shifted slightly, her legs crossing to the left in a casual motion that somehow drew my attention back to her. "She asked to join our study group, so I decided to invite her as well."

"I—I'm glad you could join us, Miss Dianca!" Fei Xian piped up, her voice carrying a sweet enthusiasm. From under the table, I caught a glimpse of her legs wiggling ever so slightly, as though she were too excited to sit still.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Fei," Dianca replied warmly. Her legs, in contrast, shifted in a deliberate rhythm—slightly opening and closing, as though emphasizing her words with subtle movements. "I asked Myrrh to help me with my studies because, truth be told, I'm struggling quite a bit. Advanced calculus has been giving me nightmares. I heard from her that you're amazing at it."