Goddess Academy— 1

Title: Welcome

"Ladadadidadadida~ on the steree-aeree-aeree- aeree-o♪

Let the speaker blow your mind♪

Just let it go, let it go♪"

A young man skipped to the beat in an evening street that barely held any walkers. Those who did were poor souls crushed by poverty and just didn't know English.

Who cares if the chorus of Pump it caught his attention? It was a sweet, personal taste raised by constant searches for AMVs and the occasional thirst AMV for some sexy character, this time, Sakuna.

'Well... he wasn't that hot, just shirtless... and in a good pose,' As a connoisseur of anime hotness and thirst, Bhram was sure that even now, Dio reigned supreme. Well, aside from him, a sprinkle of Yatogami, or Wakatoshi, or even the new Broly would do in the off chance he ever becomes a girl. But this was a rare possibility if he ever reincarnated and an even rarer possibility of reincarnating as a girl.

"Well, that's anime for you... expanding one's likes and dislikes. Some curse the ever-increasing emergence of hot 2d men and women while others except their descent into the dark side, slowly watching hentai for the plot and making astute comments and suggestions to make a ride wholesome," Bhram mused. That's the only thing he could do once his mom forced him out for a walk, credits to his proud belly raised not from wanton abuse of beer but tender nourishment of snacks and soft drinks.

Unknown to Bhram, as he walked the lonely streets of Ludhiana, he failed to recognize the dirty glints in the eyes of beggars observing him. Well, the crime rate had gone up considerably around various states of India, with the district of Ludhiana being quite high profile.

Of course, Bhram knew it, and of course, he didn't care much. His entire life spent with only a single burglary in his home led him to be rather carefree of the surroundings.

A few of the old men shivering under the cold of merry December looked at each other, their gaze glint with perverted greed as they tacitly agreed Bhram to be their juicy prey, how much they can gain from him, both financially and sensually was up to the time any nearby help came for—

*Pop*

And Bhram suddenly disappeared.

'The lack of nut is harsh,

Kindled flames by a cutie's booty,

Sensation of flesh reeks in my breath still,

My eyes go wide,

My tongue dries,

It was all a delusion do I realize?

The lack of nut is harsh,

O' it is devastatingly harsh.'

As it turns out, the filthy beggar was a connoisseur in his own right as it rated Bhram a solid cutie booty while pushing his hand under the blanket.

Daddy needs to warm up.

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*Pop*

*Oomph*

Bhram's vision grew dark while his breath stifled. The sudden change rang alarms in his mind as he hastily stepped back. Once again, light entered his pupils as he gazed upon the...

Upon the...

Bhram was lost. His vocabulary ran low as his heartbeat stopped for a moment.

"Not good," a pleasant voice filled Bhram's dazed senses but even fierce was the sensation registered by his cheeks as a slap struck him hard and true.

*Pah*

The echoing sound woke Bhram from his daze, somehow, his heart began beating harsher than usual, pumping blood at an overdrive state as Bhram realized that the influx of blood reached down his pant...

And stayed there without going lower.

"Huh?" Looking around, he found a tall woman gazing into his eyes with her deep brown blue orbs. As Bhram's chin rose to meet her gaze, the woman's lips curved into a polite smile but her eyes showed Bhram a different story.

Birthed by his mother but adopted by the informing teets of web novel, the schemes of countless villains, and the ability to look past pretenses— even if it hardly had any value in Bhram's life prior to this moment— Bhram identified a menacing glow in the woman's eyes.

"Hneellloo!"

Bhram blushed, his heart covered due to its host's incompetence and cowardice as instead of a usual greeting with his usual voice, Bhram practically squeaked like a startled...

Well, with his size, he was no bunny.

With his looks, he was still not a cute bunny.

He squeaked like a startled weeb.

"Hello, Mr. Bhram," The woman brushed her deep black locks. A complete, orthodox sense of beauty presented by her very existence but...

As she brushed her lock behind her ear, her elbows pushed her jiggly, sweater-covered mounds, giving Bhram the illusion that the woman might not be wearing anything underneath but the evidential lack of more features of bosom against the sweater seemed to counter Bhram's dastardly thoughts.

His gaze instantly returned up, unwilling and unable to ogle the woman for his lack of socialism and well...

General Mannerism.

His hands were placed forward, hiding the bulge that traced the seams of his pants towards his inner thighs.

"Welcome to Goddess Academy," the woman cooed.