The class drew to an end after almost two hours. No one was sadder than Melodie to see the instructor announce that everyone should pack up their things and return to their dorms.
Melodie and Helena also did the same, clearing out the empty candy and chocolate wrappers alongside the chip packets they had littered all over the place.
By the time they were done, the people in the arena were already cleared out. Melodie let out a sad sigh. He'd missed out on his male gods' exit.
He picked his binoculars again to stare longingly at the field and suddenly noticed something—a black and red water bottle standing on a side bench down at the arena.
As a professional stalker, Melodie immediately recognized the water bottle that belonged to Aslan.
"Hel, look! Aslan left his water- what's wrong with you?" Melodie changed the tone of his voice as he saw Helena crouched on her seat.
"I think those chocolates entered the wrong place…" Helena groaned.
Melodie shook his head in sympathy as he watched Helena suck in a breath through her teeth with her entire body trembling. Melodie glanced at the arena, then back at Helena. An unexpected bulb lit up above his head.
Melodie drew out the ring worn around his index finger and handed it to Helena.
"Here, you can go ahead without me. I'll catch up." Melodie said, not because he was actually concerned for Helena. He just wanted her to leave faster before she spotted the water bottle on the field and fought with him for keeping rights.
The ring Melodie gave to Helena was a B-Grade teleportation ring. One that could instantly transport the wearer anywhere they wanted to go within a ten kilometers circumference.
Helena, oblivious to Melodie's selfish thoughts, gazed at him in gratitude, then activated the teleportation ring and vanished after two seconds.
In Helena's absence, Melodie slung her bag over his shoulders and jogged down towards the field.
'Aslan's water bottle. Aslan's water bottle. Aslan's water bottle.'
That was the only thing Melodie could think of. He was soon going to possess an object that had been in Aslan's mouth. With this joyful thought, he reached the field and flew towards the water bottle.
He grabbed it and deeply inhaled the scent.
"Apple juice. Aslan's favorite," Melodie concluded after getting a whiff of the water bottle.
He shook the bottle and realized there was still a tiny bit of juice inside.
"How lucky am I?" Melodie almost broke into a sob in delight.
Without delay, he stuffed the water bottle into Helena's bag. He was about to close the zip when the bag slid down from his hands and fell on the ground, all the contents spilling out.
"Ugh, what the fuck…" Melodie frowned in annoyance.
The millions of empty wrappers and sachets that he and Helena had stuffed into the bag were all on the ground now. He ignored them first and checked if his camera was okay before he advanced to shoving everything inside the bag once again.
He was too absorbed in cleaning the place up that he failed to hear the sounds of incoming footsteps.
"What are you doing here?" A cool deep voice sounded behind Melodie.
"Gah!" Melodie exclaimed in shock and fell to the ground. He turned to look at the owner of the voice and shouted again, "Gahhh!"
Not one, but two handsome deities were standing in front of him! His male gods watched him with crossed arms and curious expressions.
"Are you dumb or something? I asked what you were doing here." Aslan was the one who was speaking, his hostile tone showed that he was irritated with Melodie's presence.
You see, though Melodie knew all about Aslan and Remington, from their dislikes to their preferences and everything in between, the two people didn't even know he existed.
He was only a secret fan.
"Um… p-packing my t-things," Melodie stuttered, awestruck by his male gods. They looked even better in close distance.
Melodie suddenly caught the sight of something pink from the corner of his eyes and quickly recognized that it was Helena's fanfic book.
He awkwardly glanced at his male gods, then back at the book, repeating the action two times.
Oh oh.
Melodie scrambled to grab the book but it slipped through his grasp as someone got a hold of it first. Remington was the one with the book.
"G-Give that back," Melodie immediately said, trying to keep his tone stable but failing.
That book held countless scenes of Remington being pressed down and fucked to almost death by Aslan.
If Remington were to glance through just one page of the book, he would know that he was depicted as a peerless aloof bottom who became submissive underneath the dominating and savage Aslan.
"Why'd you look at it so suspiciously? And why's a little brat like you in the training arena?" Aslan hounded Melodie with questions, coming closer with each word.
Melodie gulped down on his saliva with fear. He knew more than anyone how fierce Aslan's temper was. If Melodie failed to respond properly in this situation, he could kiss his happy life good bye and become roasted meat.
"I got lost…?" Those words came out as a soft question from Melodie's mouth.
"Search him. He could be an intruder." Remington spoke up for the first time, dishing an instruction to Aslan.
Aslan didn't fuss as he grabbed Melodie with haste.
"Ahh! Let me go. I'm not an intruder. I'm a student." Melodie defended himself as Aslan's large hands covered his shoulders.
Of course Aslan didn't believe his words and went ahead to search him for weapons. Melodie, being incredibly ticklish, didn't know when laughter began to bubble from his throat as Aslan's broad and warm hands roamed his body.
"Hah… I'm a f-first year, I promise. Haha. I j-just, ha, got lost!" Melodie explained himself in between laughs, squirming in Aslan's hands.
"That's enough," Remington stopped Aslan, finding little truth in Melodie's words.
The kid did look as stupid as a first year. But there was still something suspicious about him. Remington looked at Melodie thoughtfully.
Then his gaze shifted to the book in his hand. He flipped the cover open and read the words on the first page:
'Remington Raven screamed out in pleasure as he shamelessly climaxed to Aslan's expert fingering.'
Remington immediately shut the book and chucked it.
"What the…" Remington's voice was filled with horror as the nasty image of the words he just read formed in his mind.
"What? What's wrong?" Aslan stood up to his feet and faced Remington. The latter didn't respond, a ghastly expression overtaking his features.
Aslan didn't understand what was wrong with Remington and bent to pick the book that he had flung away. Melodie, who had just recovered from the ticklish search, grasped the situation with speed and his pupils dilated.
Melodie quickly got up to his feet to steal the book from Aslan's hand, but he was too late as Aslan had already opened the book and began to read through its content.
It took less than five seconds for Aslan to look up from the book and fix his eyes on Melodie. The chilling gaze caused Melodie to shudder.