As soon as Adam climbed onto the platform, the classroom erupted into whispers. Some laughed about the size of his breasts, others joked that he had become more beautiful than their sisters.
Among them, Brad said something particularly scathing about duty, how a man wouldn't have betrayed his new comrades on the first day, and how Isolde's punishment wasn't a curse, but a clever spell that showed the world the inside of someone's heart.
And when his comrade joked about how beautiful Adam's heart must be, he doubled down, snickering. "Do you mean like the pontianaks we've learned about during Teacher Louis Sol Zevrin's lessons last year? They are true beauty indeed. The kind you'll only see once before she pulls your guts out."
At first, Adam considered taunting them back by thrusting out his chest. The sight of their flushed faces at the uniform-strangled curves would surely have amused him—he thought.
