A Bunch Of Idiot Len Modules

The Kinky Len Modules (AKA every lencest fic)

The sun shone through the windows of the classroom as the students quietly focused on the teacher, who was preparing to end his lesson, when a certain boy interrupted him by raising his hand.

"Yes, Eraser?" The teacher pointed to him with a ruler, which I'm not really sure why he had, just go with it.

"Sensei, you never collected the ho-"

"SHUT YOUR FUCK UP!" Receiver interrupted him by throwing his remote directly at his head, making him yelp.

"DUDE! THAT FUCKING HURT!"

"SEE IF I CARE!"

"Shush, you two. You can leave now, please." He brushed off the attempted murder he just witnessed and opened the classroom's door, a horde of Len's pouring out of it.

"Calm down, would you? You're both just twinks." Guilty folded his arms as Eraser and Receiver walked past him, smirking.

"Shut the fuck up, you're one too." Receiver hissed.

"Oh shush, you know you love me." Guilty took Receiver by the hand, leaning down to kiss it.

"Yeah, <3 to you too." Receiver sighed, pulling his hand away.

"How did you say that out loud...?"

"LESS THAN THREE." A random homeless man from across the street who stole some student's outfit and is posing as the student council president added.

"O...kay then. Receiver out, fuck y'all." Receiver t-posed as he walked away from the "group", asserting his dominance.

"Hello Receiver." A voice made the blonde jump, making him look around him until he found the source, which was a kid with really ugly bangs sitting on the floor, holding a sign that read "I just want contact with someone, please hit me."

"Who the fuck are you?" Receiver backed away from him, holding his arms in front of him to shield himself.

"My name's Bebop, and I haven't touched anyone in sixteen years, despite being fourteen." He smiled, shaking his sign a bit.

"That's... lovely. And a mood. A-Anyway, have fun with that." Receiver sprinted away from the boy, making him sigh.

"Well, there goes that chance... OOH! YOU LOOK INTERESTING!" Bebop quickly stood and began sprinting to a module who literally looked like a fucking stripper.

Everyone's favorite hoe, Punkish.

"Ah, a fellow fan of BDSM!" Bebop grabbed his arm, making him jump.

"What the fuck." Punkish forcefully yanked his arm away, backing up.

"He's fucking on to me, oh fuck." Punkish thought to himself, shuddering.

"What's going on here?" Receiver had made his way back to Bebop, witnessing this small child harass the neighborhood stripper.

"Help me, please, I'm begging you, some creep is following me and wants me to kick him in the dick." Punkish darted to Receiver, grabbing his arm like Bebop had done.

"Well, like, I can do it for you."

"Oh, bless your soul."

Receiver looked Bebop up and down, mainly focusing on his horrible pants.

"I just need to find it. Is he the dick? Where's his dick? CAN I JUST KICK HIM IN THE FACE?" Receiver looked back to Punkish, panicked.

"Of course you can, daddy." Bebop smiled innocently, contradicting what fucking monstrosity just came out of his mouth.