Lucas stood frozen at the mouth of the locker room.
Ben was just at his side.
Meredith stood ahead, arms folded over her chest, and behind her—an army of furious, half-dressed girls glaring at them like they'd just walked into a lioness den mid-feast.
Ben was already trembling like a leaf in a hurricane and his thin body swayed slightly, as though he might take flight from sheer panic. His glasses slid halfway down his nose, misting up with stress, and his voice trembled in his throat, unable to form a single word.
Lucas, on the other hand… just yawned.
Well, not really—but close enough.
His face was unreadable, bored even, as though this wasn't the first time he'd been caught somewhere he shouldn't be. Because, honestly? It wasn't.
The girls were not nearly as calm.
"You disgusting creep!"
One of them shouted, pointing directly at Lucas like she was calling out a war criminal.
"First you steal the attention of the President, and now you're sneaking peeks at us?!"
"Huh?"
Lucas stares at her like she was some random person.
"Your boobies aren't even all that and you think I'm looking at you? Oh please… you're a B at best."
Quite frankly, he was insulted.
The entire room exploded.
Towels were clutched, backs turned, and clothes were being yanked on with urgent fury. Shrieks echoed against the locker room walls like a storm as accusations started to fly like darts at Lucas.
"I knew it was him!"
"He did the same thing back in middle school, remember?"
"Yeah, and that one time during the pool party—ugh, gross!"
"He's a serial perv, I swear!"
"Let's make him regret this!"
"Hnn~ I feel so violated…"
Lucas slowly blinked, shoulders still relaxed.
He barely even reacted when three girls pulled out body spray like they were about to pepper-spray him with vanilla mist.
However, Ben clutched at his face with both hands and whimpered behind his glasses.
"Ohhh noooo, I knew it—I knew this was going to happen! We're so dead! So dead! What if my mom hears about this?! I'll be grounded until I'm thirty!"
He dropped to his knees and started crawling behind Lucas as he tried to use him as a human shield.
"Don't let them get me! I bruise easily!"
The chaos only paused when Mira stepped forward.
She didn't scream or panic like the others. She just stood there, arms calmly folded over her chest—her bare chest, though her forearms covered her nipples.
Her cool, blue eyes were locked on Lucas.
He looked back at her.
For a moment, everything else disappeared.
Mira shook her head lightly.
"Hrmm… You're terrible."
She said with that unreadable face of hers.
Lucas sighed, finally speaking.
"Look, ladies… shouldn't you all be honored that I'd go out of my way to sneak in here just for a peek at your beautiful bodies? I mean — come on — in ancient times, that was the highest form of flattery."
There was even a smirk on his face.
A moment of stunned silence followed.
Then—
"WE'RE NOT BUYING THAT CRAP!"
The room erupted again.
Stomping feet. Balled fists. Angry howls.
It looked like a lot to handle.
Some girls looked ready to throw their shoes.
One even raised a loofah like a flail.
Lucas barely flinched.
Ben started shaking like a chihuahua during a storm.
Then—
"Enough."
The voice was calm. Firm. Final.
Every girl froze.
Meredith stepped forward. Her body, all height and curves, moved with grace. She stopped in front of Lucas to look down at him with calmness behind her glasses.
Lucas tilted his head up at her.
『Woah… holy fuckin' smokes, dude… I'm 6'1 and she's still way taller… what is she, like 6'8? With a meaty build like that? Damn… she's like a feminine Amazon or the ideal female basketballer you want in your bed…』
His eyes went to her inflated chest.
『Imagine I could touch those, heh…』
His imagination barely had time to simmer before Meredith suddenly pulled him into a crushing hug as his face sank straight into her mountainous cleavage.
He didn't even resist. Couldn't.
All he could feel were the soft, endless curves of her huge breasts—full and warm, like smooth orbs of meat—and the quiet joy of having his face buried in them, sinking deeper with every passing second.
『Holy shit.』
Her voice rang out as she held him against her chest like he was a fragile object under her protection.
"If anyone touches this boy…"
Her eyes narrowed at the crowd.
"… then you'll have a problem with me—and the President of the Executive Student Council."
Gasps echoed.
"No way… he's under Lady Lilith's protection?"
"That's so not fair…"
"RIGHT──?! NO WAY THE PRESIDENT HAS A THING FOR HIM! HE'S NOT ALL THAT!"
"I fucking hate you, Lucas Gray!"
Mira stayed quiet, tilting her head slightly.
『Hmm… that actually makes sense.』
Over the past few days, she'd noticed how that girl kept trying to be around him all the time.
『Honestly, it's kind of irritating.』
Then again, she never liked Lilith either… and now this new, equally ravishing lady in front of her gave off the exact same feeling—something about her just felt off.
Lucas didn't move. Still nestled in that soft heaven, his eyes were wide open, his mind fuzzy.
Someone was stroking his head in a sweet way.
It was Meredith.
She stared down at him and asked with a plain face…
"Are you alright, Lord Lucas?"
"Mmmm…"
That was all Lucas had to say, he didn't want to lift his head from the crushing softness of her buxom chest.
『Lord Lucas?』
Silently, Mira pulled up her track pants and grabbed her jacket and bag.
As she walked toward the door, one girl called out.
"MIRA! Where are you going?! You're not seriously gonna let this slide, right?!"
Mira paused at the door, her back to everyone.
Lucas glanced sideways—he could see her expression.
Disgust.
Not the loud kind. Not the kind that screamed in rage.
The quiet kind. The type that cut deeper.
Hardly anyone could tell when she was mad, happy, or annoyed since she always had that same blank, uninterested look. Honestly, you could count on one hand how many different expressions she made in a day.
But Lucas had known her for a long time.
He could always catch the little shifts in her face, the tiny signs others missed—and right now was no exception.
『Mira… is she really pissed?』 Lucas wondered.
She didn't say a word. Just pushed the door open and left.
Now, Meredith adjusted her glasses and turned to the other girls with a polite smile that didn't reach her eyes.
It was a well-mannered smile… but very ingenuine.
"The Lady has summoned Lord Lucas. I trust you'll all forget this ever happened and go on with your day."
Still holding Lucas close, she gently began to lead him out of the room.
"… Please, come with me."
･･･
A few minutes later, Lucas walked beside Meredith through the school hallway.
The building sparked with murmurs and stares.
Students gawked and gossiped under their breath.
Lucas smirked proudly, hands shoved in his pockets.
『Bet they're wondering what a hot giant like her is doing next to me…』
Soon, they arrived at the back of the school, where trees grew thick and benches dotted the shaded clearing. At the center stood a gleaming building—sleek and modern, practically glowing under the sun.
The Student Center.
Lucas gave a low whistle.
"Wheeew… talk about luxurious."
Meredith didn't look at him.
Her voice remained even.
"This is the newest building on campus. The Lady had her generous father, Lord Sinclair fund it to help her execute her duties more efficiently."
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
"Damn… you really need all this to be a proper student council president?"
She glanced at him, then—surprisingly—smiled.
A real one, not the plastic kind.
"You'll find out soon enough…"
She turned toward the entrance.
"Come with me, my lord."
Lucas followed as his smirk lingered.
『Lord Lucas, huh…?』