The young lady arriving to the train station has a sculptural, robust and muscular silhouette that is astonishingly impressive, leaving N'Ïrk utterly speechless.
While the young man is not short, reaching a height of 1.95 meters (6 Feet and 6 Inches approx).
He still can't match Gagk'Xannia's tallness, who has a staggering height of 2.375 meters (7 Feet and 7 Inches approx).
Nevertheless, what has captivated N'Ïrk's attention, is not the plump black lips, the prominent bosom, the wide hips, or even the strong thighs of the lady.
If not the glowing aqua green irises with white slit pupils, evoking the indomitable wildness of a ferocious beast.
Yet, the lady's short pigtails on top of her black hair with golden tips, make her look cute and adorable.
A tendency that is followed in her daring and revealing outfit, with a black sport top, brown plaid plated mini-skirt, black mittens and a thick choker around her sturdy neck.
"Why are you two silent?". Inquires curiously the mature woman, stepping in-between the two youngsters. "Don't tell me that you have meet each other before?!. Is that so?!".
The incomprehensible excitement expressed by Madame Throllüsath is sufficient to snap N'Ïrk out of his reverie.
"That is not the case, Madame. I could not forget a damsel so stunningly gorgeous".
Gagk'Xannia's cheeks get red, gorgeous is not an adjective she hears from others while referring to her body frame, Gigantic o Gargantuan is more likely.
The mature woman giggles playfully. "Oh, My!. Someone is too upfront!". Her smile grows bigger, snapping her fingers and making two of her subordinates to grab Gagk'Xannia's luggage.
"My adorable niece. I will transport your belongings to the Academy's residence, fret no fear with the bureaucracy, go and have a lot of fun. I want to hear the details tomorrow at lunch".
"Thanks, Auntie!. See you tomorrow". The tall Tomboy hugs and lifts shortly her relative, letting her go, and waving her hand hastily, as Madame Throllüsath walks away along her obedient subordinates.
They turn around the corner. But that is an impeccable illusion. Madame Throllüsath is standing right there, observing the two immobile youngsters, who dreamily look into their date's eyes.
{Why has she not left?. Is she going to stalk us during the entire date?. No. That is irrelevant. Why can i see through the illusion?}
The young man ponders to himself, but no insight comes to him.
{*Sigh*. I think the crazy one ended up being the Madame, and not her breathtaking niece, getting suffocated between those pillowy breasts. Or my neck crushed by her thighs, both are good options to reach the afterlife}
*Ahem!*. Clarifies his throat the young man, erasing momentarily his libidinous thoughts, and focusing on breaking the awkward, quiet staring.
"Your aunt already introduced me, but i'll do it again anyway. My name is N'Ïrk Ignay'Thus, today i turned 20 years old, and i hope you'll be patient with me, this is the first real date i have".
"I am Gagk'Xannia Throllüsath, this is my first date too, don't be too kind during the night. I am not feeble". The damsel's cheeks pass to become a bright shade of red.
Her desires got mixed with her speech, and embarrassed, she covers her face with her hands, deviating her sight and almost fearfully looking back at N'Ïrk.
The young man is surprised, tempted by the insinuation, grinning lecherously, before he tries to erase his evident expression.
Disbelief clouds Gagk'Xannia's mind, N'Ïrk is not disgusted by tha damsel's appearance, nor by the phrase she mistakenly blurted out, which confuses her, but simultaneously, gives her some calm and clarity.
"I will take your word, Miss. It is acceptable if i call you by your name?". He asks, receiving a positive reply.
"Yes!. Please do it!". The cheerful shout and smile on Gagk'Xannia is a beautiful reminder of how much truthfulness means for N'Ïrk.
"Then, Gagk'Xannia. I hope you want to do the same. Should we take a walk in the park?. I heard is quite beautiful". Proposes the young man, extending his hand.
"I like the idea, N-N'Ïrk". Agrees timidly Gagk'Xannia, grabbing N'Ïrk with a bit too much strength.
Yet, the young man doesn't mind. He has the Emeneld, the Gauntlets, and his recent improvement served as a preparation to deal with the extra pressure.
The park is undoubtedly as splendid as the layout of the city. Colourful flowers, large trees, and several people jogging to start their morning.
With a day that has 50 hours. The first light of the sun comes between 13:00 and 15:00 hours, depending on the station of the year.
Which makes the environment appear to be nocturnal, rather than really early in the morning.
Gagk'Xannia keeps eyeing the people near her. Puzzling N'Ïrk. He is not narcissistic, and his vanity is pretty much non existent. Plus, he is not ugly, so it is somewhat strange that the damsel averts her gaze so much.
Unbeknown to the young man, his physical attractiveness is one of the reasons Gagk'Xannia is not observing him, following an advice she heard from a friend, «Do not stare, or you will be too obvious».
"Gagk'Xannia, Is there something bothering you?".
"I spent too much time sitting on the train. I want to have a good sprint to stretch my muscles".
"Oh!. That makes sense". Nods N'Ïrk with a light relief. {I thought she was bored}. "What do you think if we have a race to the tables of the kiosk?".
"Really?!. Yes!. Let's do it!". Excitement fills the Tomboy's heart, hopping in place with extreme happiness. "Is there a prize for the winner, N'Ïrk?".
"Sure. What about, a wish?".
Gagk'Xannia nods enthusiastically, putting herself in position to start the race. N'Ïrk does the same, and at unison, they proclaim.
"On our marks!. Ready?. Go!".
Both dash forward, running with long strides that are in Gagk'Xannia's favor, slowly taking the leading position, but not by much.
The running speed of the duo is impressive, above 70 kilometers per hour, and knowing how fast she is, Gagk'Xannia looks back.
N'Ïrk is only four steps away, but he is totally fresh, not struggling with the sprinting session, on the contrary, his attention is locked onto the swaying buttocks of the damsel running in front of him.
The mini-skirt is lifted with every motion, leaving in full display the magenta thong that covers the lady's most intimate part…