A squeaking noise resounded as I hurried upward toward the concrete stair. Most of the hallways were entirely empty, save for the few female teachers still moving around. I was really late for my class and attracting attention on the first day was the last thing I wanted to happen.

It didn’t help that the staircases were arduously long, making it quite the workout to get to the next floor. To make matters worse, my class was on the 3rd floor. If one were to consider my lifestyle devoid of physical activity, the end result would not surprise anyone.

By the time I reached there, I was gasping for breath. My lungs felt like they were burning as I struggled to regain my equilibrium. I took a brief break to regain my breathing and began walking at a steady, fast pace to reach my class.

As I opened the door, a burst of floral scent exploded at me. I wasn’t sure whether it was all perfume or something more natural, but the potent smell was nauseating enough to throw me into a fit of coughing.

While croaking my throat out, from the corner of my eyes, I could see the source of it all. Women, a lot of women. Unlike most classes, the spacing in here arose a sense of claustrophobia. Densely packed desks and chairs, all the tables were being shared by two students, despite being clearly meant for one.

A brown-haired lady stood by the teacher’s table, worryingly glancing at my coughing fit. It took a good few seconds to calm my throat down as I gradually got used to the potent fragrance. Seeing that I finally regained my composure, she began speaking to me.

“You’re late mister, quickly take a seat. We were about to begin introducing everyone without you.” Her tone was professional, a very cool and collected voice. Her demeanour spoke of authority and order, incurring one’s feeling of obedience when subjected to it.

I responded with a nod, “yes!”.

Her gaze turned away in disinterest, looking back into the contents of her file. As I properly scanned the surroundings, I noticed a problematic matter. There were no seats left for me.

“Umm… teacher, there are no seats remaining?”

Her stern eyes rose from the paper, taking a quick glance around the class.

“If you hadn’t taken so long to get here, you could’ve gotten a seat from elsewhere. For now, share your seat with someone, that’s the best compromise we can make at the moment.”

I gulped as I looked around; I wasn’t sure where to sit. The front rows were packed to the brim, so that choice was obviously out. In the end, I decided to sit in one of the back corners. I felt at peace whenever I was near corners; it gave me a sense of space to myself.

I made my way through the crowd of desks, brushing past a few of the girls sometimes. At the end of the winding yet short path, two girls were sharing the same desk, a blue and black-haired girl, both well-endowed like the rest of the class. I awkwardly stood before them. They stared back, giving me an amiable smile.

“Is there something you want from us?” she asked me in a friendly manner. Her delicate lips and virulent eyes attracted my attention. They were bright like gemstones. Along with her long cascading hair and beaming face, she gave off a calm yet re-energizing feel.

“Y-yeah, my name is Isaac. I was wondering if it was fine if we could…” my words quietened down to murmurs. The thought of sharing seats with a girl as pretty as her was too embarrassing. Though beautiful women had become a common sight, my brain was acting like a teen in adolescence, despite my cumulative age surpassing that.

Back in the real world, I had outgrown this problem long ago, conversing with women wasn’t a huge deal, but right now I was struggling to even mumble out a few words. I wasn’t sure whether it was my biological age or perhaps the lack of outside interaction I had grown up with.

“Lemme guess, you want to sit here, right? I could tell by the faces you were making.”

She was attentive, but that attentiveness made me grow wary of her. Was it too late to sit somewhere else? It’s not like she has given her approval yet.

“Yeah… I need to get a seat, but it’s fine you don’t. I can sit-“

“No need to be shy, we’re all classmates, aren’t we? Come, sit. Let’s make some space for you.”

I wanted to say no, but the eagerness she displayed made it hard to reject that jubilance of hers.

“Alright…” I said.

She turned towards her desk mate; she was slightly short, probably the shortest in class if I were to be excluded. Her raven-coloured hair was tied in a bun. She had a cute button nose and adorably large eyes. It was like a small animal, arousing a sense of protectiveness towards her.

It was shameful that I was smaller compared to her. If she stood, I would probably dwarf her with my barely 5-foot height.

“Skyla, make space for the boy.” said the blue-haired girl.

“Alright, hello!” She answered. Even her voice was a pitch higher than the rest of the girls.

They both shifted aside. I was confused about what they were planning to do. Wasn’t I going to share the seat with only one person? The answer became evident soon enough.

They joined their seats together and moved their hips aside until there was just enough space for me to fit in.

“Um, isn’t it better if I were to share the seat with either of you?” I asked them.

The blue-haired girl quietened down as a scarlet flush spread across her cheeks.

“Thing is… my back is a bit too big to share seats with someone, and Skyla is sitting right beside the wall, making it hard to fit two people there.” She twiddled her hair as she said that while averting her eyes at the same time.

My sight couldn’t help but be directed downwards, taking a good look at her thighs. She was right. They really were quite ample. If I were to compare it to someone, they were about the same size as my mother’s.

She coughed again, breaking me out of my deep stare. Her blush had turned a shade deeper after being subjected to my lecherous gaze. I wanted to apologize for my impoliteness but decided not to, as it would result in making things more awkward. We ended up remaining silent about it.

“Maybe I should find somewhere else to sit then,” I said. Reading the atmosphere, it was the best course of action to take. Weirdly enough, the girls’ faces became crestfallen. Seeing that made it harder to reject their offer.

“Nevermind, maybe I should just sit here for now. The classes will start soon anyway.” I quickly changed my response as their faces twinkled once more. Giving a despondent sigh, I tried to sandwich between the two maidens.

It was a snug fit really, albeit not a comfortable one. Their hips squished on my sides and their hefty breasts pushed against my arms. It would be a lie to say if I didn’t feel aroused. If they came any closer, I would probably be forced to sit on their laps.

“Alright class, we will soon begin the class introduction. My name is Amanda. I will be your teacher and guide for this semester. Though some people might think of me as strict, my duty comes first and foremost. It’s my responsibility to teach you all, so I hope you’re as obedient as I expect you all to be. Let’s start by introducing ourselves from the backbenchers.” The teacher spoke, her tone steely and cold.

She looked back to the other corner of the room and pointed towards the students.

“You, let’s start with you.”

The girl rose and introduced herself in a chirpy voice. Others soon followed as their turn came. They carried their introduction out in the same manner, starting with their names, personality, then hobbies. They were all smiles, not minding the harshness Mrs. Amanda had displayed.

Time went on until it was finally our turn. The girl beside me finally stood up. I hadn’t gathered the courage to ask her for her name because of the abruptness of the teacher.

Of course, I could’ve asked her while everyone was introducing themselves, but the ambience of the class was absolutely noiseless. I wasn’t willing to cause a disturbance lest I call upon the wrath of our teacher.

“Good morning, my name is Anna. I am 18 years old and hope to become good friends with all of you. My hobbies are dancing and my favourite subject is Maths. Nice to meet everyone.”

She seemed nervous, but her introduction went off smoothly. It was my turn to introduce myself.

“Hello, my name is Isaac and I am 18 years old. My hobbies uh… I don’t have any hobbies. I hope to get along with all of you.”

Despite repeating my introduction many times innately, I still made it a complete blunder. A few of the girls gave me odd looks, probably judging me by my pitiful performance.

Unable to bear the pressure, I quickly sat down.

“Stand up,” said Amanda.

I looked in bewilderment at the teacher. She was staring me dead in the eye, as if challenging me to a fight.

“Me?”

“Yes you, stand up and begin your introduction again.”

The girls around began to whisper, breaking the ocean of silence. I could even hear someone saying he’s done for. Shrugging off the whispers, I began my introduction once more.

“Hell-“

“Again.” The teacher interrupted.

“I-I am sorry what?”

“I said do it again.”

“Hello, m-“

“Again.”

She was being entirely unreasonable at this point, but I swallowed my anger. One try after another, she broke my introduction after two or three words. We barely progressed with having two minutes passed already. The rest of the girls had already looked tiredly at me, their eyes wandering around the classroom.

“Mr Isaac, were you born a retard? Why can’t you nail down a single introduction correctly? Do you think the entire class is here to entertain you?” Amanda told me, with eyes brimming with controlled rage. Her words were visceral and her conduct entirely unjustified.

I felt wronged, my hands twitching with anger. She walked over to my desk until she was right next to me. She stood right in front of me; her face hovering above mine, just centimetres apart. I wasn’t sure if she noticed that her bountiful bust was lightly brushing against my chest.

“Answer me Isaac, do you think this school is a joke?”

I retained my silence, knowing better to not answer her rhetorics. She leaned in closer, close enough that I could feel the softness of her chest. I could feel the breath from her vermillion lips travelling down my neck, which sent shivers down my spine.

“I bet you’re feeling angry, aren’t you? Don’t you want to punch me?” She whispered.

For sure, I felt wronged and vexed, so bad that I indeed wanted to hit her. But there was another problem arising. The stimulation from her mature body was a bit too much for my young mind. I could feel something rising from below.

My resentment began turning into panic. I hoped for it to not be noticeable, but that was unlikely. My member was big enough to leave a prominent bulge for the world to see. The only thing protecting my remaining dignity was the teacher’s body hiding the view. I knew I had to sit down immediately if I wanted to escape this conundrum.

“That’s what I thought Mr. Isaac. You lack self-confidence. I bet your parents never let you understand the hardships of life properly. Get back to your seat. I don’t want to see this sorry sight again.” She said with a snarky tone.

Not a word entered my ear. I was sweating bullets, hoping she wouldn’t notice my pants. She took a step back and turned around, but just as she was turning, her eyes squinted and took another glance at me.

“Mr. Isaac, is that what I think it is?” It didn’t need to be mentioned where she was looking. I was racking my brain to think of an excuse, but I just couldn’t. All the other girls similarly looked towards it, followed by loud muttering. My face became beet red. I wanted to hide somewhere, anywhere.

“Disgusting,” she said with a revolted face, one which expressed heavy disappointment. She turned around and walked back to the teacher’s desk. I quickly sat down, lowering my head from those prying eyes. I wanted to die there and then.