Goddess Academy— 5

Title: Home Sweet Home

Bhram returned to the street of poetic, murderous beggars but the said group of beggars no longer felt like pushing their luck against the youth who could use 'ability.'

Despite their lack of finance, they, too, were knowing of the existences that defy the logic of the past decade. Heck, a friend beggar of theirs turned into an ability user and left his comrades alone.

"Ew, ew, ew, ew!"

Vera instantly stood behind Bhram as she looked at the beggars around the street with a cautious stare. "Sir, this place is disgusting! And by place, I mean these people!" Her piercing blue gaze narrowing over the dregs of society while Bhram was left speechless.

"Hey, now," Bhram began only for him to realize something. He looked around and matched his gaze with a few of them but none returned his stare. He knew it for a fact that if any man is accompanied by a beautiful woman, the other's stare is never matched by the beauty's companion but only lingers over the said woman.

"Can they... not see you?" Bhram inquired in a whisper. It was either that or the beggars were blind.

"I... don't want myself to be seen by them. Yes, that's because I am a goddess," she smiled, slowly standing straight while a slight sigh escaped her lips.

'I haven't ever used my invisibility and activated it in panic,' Vera looked around with her shoulders slowly relaxing. Vera looked a little curious while Bhram slowly walked towards his house. It was already evening and the park beside the road was still quite empty.

Bhram didn't come from a rich family and in this day and age, the prices of properties were too inflated.

His mother did state that it was way worse before the pandemic but Bhram refused to believe that.

Finally, Bhram came to a stop at a slightly unattended house. Two-flooried with walls showing signs of depreciation and the paint dried off and loose on many places.

"Uhh..." Vera gaped at the sight and then looked behind her, opposite to Bhram's home was an equally big two-flooried house but the condition of the abode was impeccable.

[Affection of Current target is: 13→ 12

Target is curious about the host.]

'Da fuck,' Bhram gazed at Vera as she looked towards his neighbor's house with a look of longing.

'How do I approach this situation...' While Bhram was thinking, a slightly raspy voice caught his attention.

"What are you looking at, dumbass?!" Gazing at the street adjacent to the slightly better house, a thin youth walked while adjusting his glasses. His sharp gaze matching Bhram's slightly bored one as the triangle-headed youth sneered, "God, it must be awesome to be this free and jobless. Looking about like a bum you are!" he chuckled.

"Sir, who is this vulgar youth?" Vera inquired with a slightly dissatisfied expression.

Looking towards Vera for a moment, Bhram returned to face the youth, making her wince slightly.

'Why is he ignoring me? Did he find out that I don't like his house?' While Vera thought the obvious, Bhram took it up the notch.

After being called a Bum, if he really talked to thin air, that hateful little shrew would make sure to milk that cow for months.

'Speaking of hateful little shrews...'

"How's aunt?" Bhram smiled.

"None of your concern!" the youth huffed and walked over to the entrance of his home. The same house that Vera was admiring a few moments ago, making her look towards Bhram a little anxiously. However, Bhram only continued with a smile.

"Speaking of useless bums, how's yours? Auntie told me that a rather rowdy street bitch took a bite out of you. Still feeling good? Or still relishing the chance of coming in contact with street meat, huh, Dorry?"

Turning back, the youth called Dorry glared at Bhram, "First of all... that street meat was flea-ridden little bitch because of whom I had to get shots on my ass. Secondly, it's not Dorry. It is Dhoran!"

"So... Dorry... do you want me to bring you dinner here or wanna crash at my place?"

Stiffening for a moment, Dhoran looked towards Bhram with a somber expression.

"Just... can you bring it here? I'll get down on time, I promise..."

"Sure," Bhram shrugged, turning around as Dhoran sighed and entered his home while Bhram grasped the rotating handle of the gate to his house, twisting it clockwise to pull up the iron bar-lock that kept the gate in check and entered his home with Vera following silently.

"I couldn't talk back then, you know. You were invisible and... well, I don't want to be regarded as unemployed and insane. Let me get a good job first and then I'll happily chat to nothing but air," Bhram smiled as he unlocked the door and led Vera inside the ground floor, Bhram's current stay.

"I- it's not that much but we do have an extra room. You can sleep there for the time being while Vera continued to observe everything silently.

"This is the kitchen... but I don't think you can operate this place at all..."

Vera blushed.

"We have two separate bathrooms. Although Mom and I keep this place tidy as much as we can, you're free to use mine for the moment. Of course, you can use my mom's but you'll have to ask her permission," Bhram continued as Vera blushed harder.

(A/N: Usual Indian bathrooms come attached with toilets. I can't say much about other countries since Japan has already shown the difference in this department.)

"And this is your room. Believe it or not, this room is the tidiest of them all," Bhram smiled and introduced Vera to her temporary stay.

"Of course, as long as Mom doesn't have a guest of her own. We seriously need to get you introduced to the actual owner of this house."

As Vera walked inside the guest room, she noted many differences right off the bat. The room's color was not pink at all. In fact, it was creamish off-white. The bed could fit two persons and there was a small wooden wardrobe next to the bed. Although there was no nightstand, a rather large table attached to a mirror on its surface was placed in front in case she might need to make extra preparations in getting ready, which she didn't.

"Sir... I would like to apologize for my earlier display—"

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about," Bhram stated with a narrowed gaze. Was there really a need of apologizing for liking better things? Even Bhram liked Dhoran's house. For their current locality, it was one of the best there was.

"But... I shouldn't have so blatantly showed disrespect towards the residence of the Dean..." her voice grew lower as she looked away for a moment, her usually cheerful aura receding.

'What should I even say... she's just making this more awkward...' Bhram gulped. He was no master of conversation but... should he try to console? Brush it off? Use his authority as dean to punish the naughty secretary and fuck her brains out?

'No... that only works in hentai and extremely lucky real-life situations. Not to mention, I don't have the right tools to ever brag about fucking someone's brains out...' Even Bhram grew depressed.

Seeing Bhram's shoulder slumping, Vera felt even worse, and seeing Vera growing more depressed without any ability to handle the situation, Bhram's mood plummeted even more.

This was a vicious cycle of depression that took out eleven percent of the population right after the pandemic!

Of course, without floundering, humanity showed nature that their thirst for propagation cannot be disturbed even by the natural cycle of mortality.

"You..." Bhram sighed, "should make yourself comfortable. I'll get you something to drink."

Although it is her job to make Bhram's life easier, this once, Vera agreed as Bhram left.

Removing her invisibility, she sat on the bed and her eyes instantly lit up.

*Squeak*

*Squeak*

*Squeak*

Feeling the springiness of the mattress, Vera grew more and more cheerful. Her body moving up and down, really up and down as a pleased smile plastered on her lips. Her long hair bobbed a little while the locks of her face covered a bit more of her face.

"Hehehe! So good!" she purred, instantly slumping on her back, her hands spread out while she let out a soft groan of relaxation and relief.

'Now you peek,' Bhram knew it was risky but the moment he heard the squeaking noise, he rushed back. His and his mother's mattress was a bit harder and Instead of sponge and spring, it was filled and packed with solid and compressed hay. At least, that's what the cheapest option was available at the time.

But despite the comfort of the soft mattress and the obvious deterioration of the back, the squeaking sound was the only thing that made the mother-son pair let go of the mattress.

The comfort wasn't worth the embarrassment that the sound brought to their minds.

However, for Vera, she enjoyed the sensation completely, and so did Bhram and his little worm.

The fortunate event was that nothing too scandalous peeked out of Vera's dress or Bhram would have been in a world of blood!

*Knock*

Knocking once, Bhram entered the room with a glass of water. Quickly sitting up, Vera coughed slightly before taking the glass and inquiring with a curious gaze.

"Sir, who was that vulgar buffoon you offered your food so generously to?"

"Oh, him? That's Dhoran. I used to call him 'A Dhore' but that fizzled out," Bhram smiled but Vera only tilted her head in confusion.

"Anyway," Bhram coughed, "His mother is a friend of mine's. Both single. But Auntie Saya got married and settled with Dhoran's step-dad in Canada. He stayed here for his studies."

"So... he is not your friend? That's a relief..." Vera sighed, making Bhram a little stunned for a moment.

Dhoran was his best friend...

But it's not like they need to kiss each other whenever they meet? Although strained a little, both of them had spent quality time fighting over the best porn videos list, games, and whatnot.

But...

'He would understand...'

"Yeah, Dhoran's actually the worst," Bhram smiled.

[Affection of Current target is: 12→ 18

Target is curious about the host.]

'Thank you, Dhore. Your services always provide timely results,' Bhram let out a silent prayer in the issue of his traitorous actions against their friendship.

'Ah... I don't think I can go to Dhore's house now... we still hadn't completed 'Injustice: 2099'...'

"Sir," with blushing cheeks, Vera whispered after gulping down the entire glass of water.

Her plump lips looking a bit glossier, "I'm... hungry. Please, feed me," she pleaded with her gaze widened and her body leaning forward towards Bhram, her cleavage almost brushing past his stiff region.

"S-sure!" Bhram nodded.

God, he wished this to be a hentai, and his hair to cover the top half of his face.

Alas, unknowingly, he walked into the kitchen, blue-balled, like every smart harem and slightly self-conscious harem protagonist.