"They are so big, Drax! Holy shit!"
A boy in uniform purred as he stared at another young girl in the distance.
The girl in question wore a similar school uniform as his, giving off the fact that they were students of the same school.
He was almost drooling as he stared and expressed his infatuation with the student of the opposite gender.
The person he was talking to—named Drax—did not pay any attention to him whatsoever.
Instead, Drax lazily yawned and mouthed as he scratched his black hair, barely keeping his eyes open.
From the subtle darkening underneath his eyelids, one could easily tell that Drax was heavily lacking sleep and really wanted to have the time to do so.
"Hey, man," his friend seated beside him said as he furiously shook Drax into a temporary wakefulness.
"What is it?" a half-awake, blue-eyed Drax lazily asked as he stared at his friend with a nonchalant expression.
After shaking him awake and seeing how apathetic Drax was to the topic of discussion, he couldn't help but sigh and leave Drax alone.
Drax neatly adjusted his uniform, cleaning off the creases that his friend made without making any complaints.
He glanced to his side, staring at the book he was reading earlier but got so bored shitless of it that he dropped it and tried to get some sleep.
It was lunch break and if he didn't get it now—then, it had to be until dismissal from school.
"You really should not stare at a girl's breasts so openly, Melo. You will land us in trou—" Drax chided his friend before he suddenly felt a pressure trying to clip his mouth, almost scratching his lips with his fingernails.
Melo hurriedly grabbed Drax's mouth, covering it as his eyes paced around in search of anyone eavesdropping on their little chat.
Drax voicing out his thoughts could put them in trouble over something he considered not so much of a big deal.
"Shh! You want to get me—us… expelled?!" Melo protested but Drax didn't really care about that.
After the past few days of strenuous science project work that didn't allow him to go home in four days, he was really considering taking time off school.
Melo's fears were not really a bad idea to him.
Drax was simply being honest with his friend about how he was openly staring and commenting on a fellow student's boobs without a care in the world about the consequences.
Melo removed his hand from Drax's mouth when he felt Drax was ready to keep it shut, and the latter did—saying nothing more after this.
Drax relaxed on the bench at the playground where they were seated, passing their break time just like the many other students who were present and involved themselves in different activities.
He sluggishly threw his head back over the chair and breathed out.
"36 DD cup size. Cherry pink bra. Not too tight, not too loose. Ahh… just right," Drax muttered in a low tone as he pinched his right index finger and thumb together for emphasis on his accuracy.
His voice was, however, loud enough for Melo to hear him speak.
"Ehhh?" Melo exclaimed with shock.
He froze and his jaw dropped, almost hitting the grassy and sandy ground of the playground, as he heard Drax speak.
All this while, he thought that Drax had not been paying attention to the same thing he was looking at, without any idea that Drax had gotten even more details about the subject in question than he did from staring alone.
Melo's eyes twitched as he stared at Drax, his mouth curling up in a smile as he simply couldn't believe his friend.
Melo lightly slapped his arm and laughed. "You pervert. And here you were, making me out to be the guilty one."
Drax exhaled and opened the book by his side as he used it to cover his face, muffling his voice even further.
"Only those who are caught are guilty," he replied to Melo, who shook his head and continued to survey the girls around the playground, looking for whom to fix his eyes on.
Not listening to Drax's advice to not be caught as he stared, Melo continued to look until he was finally caught.
"Yikes!" he exclaimed as he felt a shiver travelling through his entire spine.
He furiously tapped Drax's lap, trying to wake the latter, but Drax was not in any mood for that.
"We have to get out of here, Drax!"
While he was still trying to convince Drax to follow him, one of the female students who was no longer having it with Melo's perverted stares was approaching the duo… and quite angrily at that.
She was fuming and had a pole in her hand as she stomped towards them with her little gang of three other beautiful girls, whom Melo had also checked out.
"The witch is coming."
That was what this particular girl was called across the entire school—The Witch.
Melo has never understood this as he did now while staring at her charging towards them with a pole in her hand like a raging bull running towards a matador.
Hearing the name 'witch', Drax removed the book from his face and lifted his head.
However, it was already too late.
Before Drax could get a glimpse of the situation, the pole struck him squarely on the side of his head, pushing him to the ground as he hit his head forcefully.
Melo managed to dodge the attack from the Witch to save himself, leaving Drax as the next closest target for the incoming pole.
All Drax heard was the swooshing sound of the pole tearing through the air barrier before hitting him hard on the head, and then everything went blurry.
Drax lost awareness instantly, so fast that he didn't realise when he slammed his head hard on the ground, causing his head to bleed.
'It's so… so… cold,' his mind assessed as he barely had any energy to speak as blood seeped from both the side and back of his head.
< Ding! >
< Acquiring… >
"Yo, Drax…!"
"Are you okay, man?"
"Wake up!"
Drax could barely see anything that appeared in front of him, faintly hearing his name as his consciousness gradually faded away from his body.
"Come on, man," Melon panicked.
The Witch and her friends panicked.
The hands of the perpetrator started to tremble terribly as she tossed the pole away.
She was in trouble.
She had just put a fellow student in a dire situation—a life or death one.
She didn't know what to do and hurried to Drax, kneeling beside Melo.
"I-I… I didn't mean to," she stuttered as tears flowed from her eyes.
Melo gave her an angry look. "Of course you did! Now he's not moving."
"Wake up, Drax!"
Drax could hear them at first but in a matter of seconds, their voices started to fade away.
Then everything went black.
******
(In another world : Nethria)
"My Queen, I am only but your spirit companion," a female voice said as she bowed her head before another regal female in front of her.
The queen possessed a pair of enchanting golden eyes.
She also had long pointy ears and white hair, with a deep golden crown donned upon it, signifying her royal background.
She wore a solemn expression when her spirit companion refused to help her out.
"...And my sworn sister and friend too. Come on, Alucard. You know I need you for this to work," the queen persisted, making puppy eyes at Alucard.
"It won't hurt anyone. I promise."
Alucard swayed her long red hair off her face and her large breasts, pushing it to the back as she looked at the elven queen.
Knowing that the elven queen was going to still go ahead with her plan, Alucard nonchalantly agreed to help her out.
Either way, the elven queen was going to do what she wanted and no one was going to stop her.
That was the type of person Queen Freya was.
Troublesome, even for the higher beings of the other realms.
She was just that stubborn as she was also beautiful.
"Fine!" Alucard scoffed, clearly handicapped on the matter.
Either way, she would be linked to the event whether she partook or not, so why not just be guilty from the onset?
Wasting no time, the queen rushed to the centre of the throne room and within a few seconds, she summoned a large circle of resplendent light, brightening up the room.
"You know that's a high level—"
"Yes, Alucard. Forbidden. Yes, I know that. Come on already," the queen cut her spirit companion short.
The queen was not a fool.
She clearly knew that this was a high-grade spell before using it.
'How can she be so nonchalant about this?' Alucard wondered, giving the queen a few seconds of stare.
'There is certainly going to be trouble eventually. It's not like 'they' will just sit and not show their presence.'
While Alucard was deep in thought, the elf queen's voice snapped her back to reality while extending a knife to her.
"It's your turn, Alucard," the elf queen called her focus back to the ritual.
Alucard looked at the elf's hand and saw drops of her blood falling into the core of the magic circle, causing it to gleam even more.
Alucard felt it in her guts that the world wouldn't keep quiet about this but there was not much she could do now.
She shook her head and exhaled as she joined the queen to stand close to the centre of the circle.
She took the knife from her and cut her left palm, before spilling some of her draconic blood on the circle as well.
With the blood of the dragon queen and that of the elf queen in the mix, the circle started rotating.
The two queens stepped back, standing at the circumference of the circle to observe.
The magic summoning circle beamed with its brightest light as a strange phenomenon started manifesting.