(Asher’s POV)
The first thing I noticed at the campsite was how it was divided into four sections—an open space for gathering, exactly where I stood with my friends; a cooking area under a shaded canopy; and two separate tented sections, one for boys and one for girls. It was a neat setup, though I was surprised to see an actual room on the girls’ side.
It belonged to Lorraine. Guess she’s too rich to sleep in a tent.
Not that I cared. My mind was fixated on something—or rather, someone—far more important: Madam Sarah. I was impatient to feast my eyes on her gorgeous, busty body again.
Our class had around thirty students, most of whom were girls. That meant plenty of, well, bouncing boobies to admire while waiting for the teacher—the main dish.
With some of the girls still out fetching firewood, I had nothing to do, so I sat down with Four Eyes and, as any pair of dumb teenage boys would, started comparing the girls’ breasts.
"Those ones are delightful, Asherman." Four Eyes practically drooled as he pointed toward a girl lounging in a camping chair. "She’s gotta be a C-cup... maybe even a high C, bordering on a D. Look at the way her shirt folds—there’s just enough tension to suggest some natural bounce."
"Dude..." I groaned. "Really?"
He smirked, completely unapologetic. "But now check the one beside her. That’s a B-cup for sure. Less curvature at the sides, no shadow under the collarbone—means less volume. Solid 34B."
His eyes narrowed at another girl passing by.
"Whoa—now that’s a D-cup, no doubt, my friend. The way they move? That’s the signature weight distribution of a true heavyweight contender."
"Bruh... you can tell all that just by looking? Guess having Four Eyes really boosts perv levels." I teased, watching him twitch his brows.
"It’s not about Four Eyes!" He huffed, adjusting his glasses with a smug grin. "This isn’t just perversion. No, no. This is a refined skill, an art. I call it... The Cup Sense."
"Yeah, right. Except you’re still a virgin." I rolled my eyes.
"That makes two of us, man!" he shot back.
If only he knew the things I’d been through. Hell, I’ve even had sex with succubi girls...
Before I could get lost in thought, the students on cooking duty called us over to get food. I headed toward the line, but my attention immediately snapped toward Madam Sarah as she stepped out of her tent.
Her boobs looked even bigger than usual.
Maybe it was the vest she wore, exposing just enough of the side view to make my brain short-circuit. Paired with a black leather mini-skirt and sleek black boots, she was downright lethal.
I suddenly lost my appetite—not for food, but for something else entirely.
Ignoring the meal line, I walked up to her.
"Good morning, ma’am." I greeted, extending a hand for a handshake. Then I chuckled. "Wait... guess it’s afternoon now."
She rolled her eyes. "Don’t ’ma’am’ me when you’re always late to my lessons."
"I—ugh."
"You’re always in trouble. Try not to cause more on this trip."
My hand was still stretched out awkwardly, waiting for a handshake she clearly had no intention of returning. Feeling dumb, I pulled it back as she walked past me to grab food.
I sighed and slumped under a nearby tree, only to be joined by a familiar face.
"Anna!" My eyes lit up. "You came on the trip too?"
She nodded. "May I?" She gestured to the spot beside me.
"Yeah, sure. Make yourself comfortable."
I watched as she poked at her food with a spoon, not actually eating.
"Hey... something wrong?" I asked.
She looked at me and smiled, but even I could tell it was fake. "I’m fine. Why do you ask?"
"Because you’re not eating your food?"
"You’re not eating either. Does that mean you’re not fine?"
"I—uh... I’m just full."
"Exactly."
I sighed. Touché.
Still, something felt off. The Anna I knew had a sweet voice and a smile that could light up a room. Now, that smile was gone, replaced by something... hollow.
But deciding not to pry, I let it go. We sat in silence, her gaze fixed on the ground, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
After lunch, the teacher called for our attention.
"Listen up, kids. In your assigned groups, you’ll go hunting today. There’s a low-level dungeon nearby. The monsters aren’t dangerous, but be careful. Your grades will be based on how many crystals your group collects, as well as your individual contribution. And don’t dare even think of going to deeper floors. "
I raised a hand. "I don’t have a group, ma’am."
She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Then join any group you want!"
"Cool," I muttered.
Everyone began shifting to their assigned groups.
"See you later, Asher," Anna said softly before walking away, dragging her feet like a soaked kitten.
I watched her head straight to Lorraine’s group. They smiled as she approached, Lorraine even opening her arms for a hug.
Guess they were friends now. Good for her.
I didn’t feel like joining any group, so I decided to go solo. Killing a few monsters wasn’t a big deal. The plan was simple—slay some creatures, grab their crystals before anyone else, and rush back to the campsite to be alone with Madam Sarah.
And that’s exactly what I did.
With my Stealth and speed buffs activated, I slipped past the other students without them even noticing, delved deep into the dungeon, wiped out a few monsters, gathered the crystals, and made it back to the surface—all within two minutes.
Now came the hard part—approaching the teacher without looking suspicious.
Steeling myself, I walked toward the girl’s tents... only to freeze.
Madam Sarah was lying on a mattress outside, her legs bent and stretched apart, basking in the sun.
I gulped hard.
She didn’t seem to notice me. Heart pounding, I activated my new skill.
[Arousal Insight activated]
[System analyzing...]
[Target Name: Sarah]
[Kink: Exhibitionism]
[Explanation: She gets aroused by exposing herself in public.]
Holy shit.
My mouth dropped.