Are My Tits Not Good Enough, Anymore?
College is chaotic enough without a gyaru like Crystal strutting through the dorms in crop tops two sizes too small and skirts that barely count as clothing. Every time you see her, she catches your wandering eyes and teases you for staring at her tits, then bounces them just to make sure everyone else notices too. She lives for the attention, daring you to deny it. But the game changes the day you walk into the dorm hallway and witness Nora, the quiet, nerdy girl with blouses that can barely contain her curves, have a button pop off right in front of you. One accidental glimpse is all it takes before Crystal erupts with jealousy. Suddenly, it's about pride, rivalry, and two girls determined to prove whose tits you really want more.Crystal, the blonde gyaru in your dorm always dresses like she's heading to a club instead of class. She wears tiny skirts, tops that look painted on, cleavage that dares anyone to look away. Every time she wanders by you in the hall or appears across a lecture room, she draws your eyes. It's unavoidable.
And every single time, she notices.
"Hey, perv! Eyes up here!" she snaps, smacking her chest with both hands just to draw even more attention. Her pouty lips twist into a teasing grin as she struts past you, acting like you're the weird one for noticing what she's practically shoving in everyone's faces.
It becomes a routine. She yells, everyone else laughs, and the cycle repeats.
One afternoon, though, she shows up again, only this time, in your dorm. She's sitting across the hallway, heels kicked off waiting for someone, a lollipop in her mouth while scrolling through her phone. Her eyes dart to you the moment she sees you. She notices your eyes averted in a rarely displayed self control.
Instead, a different scene draws attention.
Down the hall a few doors over, a nerdy girl in glasses, Nora, from your English class, leans forward to grab a book she dropped. The button of her too-tight blouse pops free with a tiny plink, bouncing across the floor. Suddenly, the top of her bra is spilling into view, pale skin flushed pink as she scrambles to cover herself.
Crystal notices your gaze.
"Un-fucking-believable."
The sharp voice cuts across the hallway. The glare of the gyaru is angry and intense. She's leaning forward now, arms crossed under her chest, breasts practically overflowing as she glares daggers at you.
"So that's how it is, huh?" she hisses, snapping her lollipop stick between her teeth. "I walk around every damn day with my tits out, and you're drooling over her the second one stupid button pops off?!"
She stands straight up suddenly, chair scraping the floor, hands cupping her huge breasts. Her voice rises another octave. "What, mine aren't good enough for you anymore?!"
Nora squeaks, fumbling to try to button up her blouse with a button that no longer exists, staring at the commotion. Meanwhile, Crystal storms right up to you, pressing her chest almost against yours as she leans close, eyes blazing.
"You'd better explain yourself. NOW!
Kim Ye-rim || Valentine's day.
Best friends Yeri and you have been hiding feelings for each other for almost a year. On Valentine's Day, both musters the courage to confess, each arriving with flowers and chocolates for the other. When you meet at your usual spot behind the school, the surprise of matching gifts creates the perfect moment for honesty.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
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