Yukon sat slouched in the back row of Marketing class, next to Donny. His mind was everywhere, on telling Donny about his Awakening, on reliving Jessie riding him into the night, and on the sinful thought of what it would feel like to fuck a married woman. Mrs. Alveria, in this case.
Just yesterday, he was untouched but now he felt like a sex god.
"Virgin?" Yukon scoffed under his breath. "What's a virgin?"
Donny turned, raising a brow. "You say something?"
"Uh...yeah," Yukon smirked. "I said I like the way Mrs. Alveria's ass moves."
Donny chuckled. "You do know that ass is fake, right?"
"Fake or not, it still jiggles. You talk like you wouldn't smash if she offered."
"Pointing out it's fake doesn't mean I wouldn't hit," Donny said smoothly. "And bro...those lips? Perfect for a blowjob."
Before Yukon could reply, a blonde girl sitting right in front of them twisted in her chair. She had creamy skin, big round breasts pushing against her crop top, and cleavage so deep it was practically staring back at him. The tight fabric rode up her waist, leaving a strip of toned stomach on display.
She pouted. "We can't concentrate with you two yapping back there."
Yukon met her gaze, letting a half-smile tug at his lips. For a moment, her blue eyes locked with his, and then, to his surprise, she blushed and spun back to the front.
Ding!
[Scan Complete]
Name: Clarissa Vale
Measurements: 34D-25-36
Weight: 128 lbs (58 kg)
Body: Slim, Busty Build
Fertility Index: High
Compatibility: (4.1 stars – Strong Match)
Body Count: 1
Status: Ordinary Human (Non-Awakened)
Arousal State: Low (BPM 92 / Subtle Curiosity Detected)
Notes: Naturally flirtatious. Host has caught her attention, but deeper arousal will require sustained interaction and confidence displays.
Donny elbowed him, eyes gleaming. "Did you see that? She's definitely feeling you, my boy."
Yukon chuckled. "Hah. Don't fuck with me."
"I'm dead serious. You saw her rack, massive. You better talk to her, bro. She might let you titty fuck before the semester's done."
Yukon leaned back, smirking. "Trust me… I don't need a semester."
But titty-fucking Clarissa or tapping Mrs. Alveria's fake butt was the least of his problems. What really ate at him was how to tell Donny. How would his best friend take it, angry, sad, or jealous- that he wanted to switch courses and join the hunter classes?
Did it even matter?
This is my life, Yukon thought firmly. Not Donny's. I can't let fear of hurting his feelings chain me down. If my path to power comes from women, then I won't waste it rotting in marketing classes. I'll tell him after this class.
The lecture finally ended. Yukon and Donny filtered out with the rest of the students, but fate put Clarissa directly in his path.
He brushed her shoulder, stopping her. "Clarissa, huh?" His eyes locked onto hers, sharp, steady, unreadable.
Her lips curved into a teasing smile. "I'm sorry, did I give you my name?"
He smirked. "No, but I heard someone call you, and I made sure to memorize it. I don't forget beautiful girls."
Clarissa's lashes fluttered at that.
He extended his hand. "I'm Yukon."
She slipped her soft palm into his. He didn't just shake it, he held it, thumb brushing slow circles across her skin, scratching lightly at the delicate lines of her hand. The contact lingered a breath too long. Clarissa's breath hitched, her teeth sinking into that plush lower lip as she rolled her eyes away, heat coloring her cheeks.
For a moment, her body language screamed yes.
"Hey Yuk! You coming or what? I'm starving like a motherfucker!" Donny's voice broke the spell.
Yukon finally released her hand, lips curling into a wolfish grin. "See you around, goddess."
Then he turned his back on her and followed Donny, leaving Clarissa standing there with her lip caught between her teeth, her chest rising just a little too fast.
They went to the dining hall, trays in hand. Donny was already demolishing both his own plate and most of Yukon's, chewing like a starving wolf. Yukon, though, barely touched his food. Jessie's blood still lingered in him, thick and warm, leaving him sated in ways no meal could.
"I wanna talk to you about something, bro," Yukon said, voice low. "But promise you won't make a scene."
Donny looked up with a smirk, grease on his lips. "What, you finally got laid?" He meant it as a joke.
Yukon cracked a grin. "Yeah, that too… but that's not the main issue."
Donny's laugh died as soon as he saw Yukon's expression. His eyes widened, jaw going slack. "Wait… wait you're serious?"
Yukon nodded once.
"Holy shit." Donny slammed his hand on the table, almost spilling Yukon's untouched plate. "Holy fuck! No way! Who is it? Who'd you bang, bro?"
"Bruv, chill, you're stirring attention." Yukon shot a glance around. People at nearby tables were already looking their way.
"My bad, my bad." Donny leaned in, practically bouncing with excitement, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Alright, spill. Which goat did you fuck?"
Yukon hesitated, then exhaled. "It was Jessie… though, technically, she fucked me."
Donny blinked. "Jessie? Jessie from your little pet shop gig? The chubby one?"
"She's chubby...not fat," Yukon corrected flatly.
Donny leaned back, smirking. "Jessie, huh? Not bad for a start. She's definitely fuckable. I'd bang her too if she came at me."
Yukon grinned. "Of course you would. There's nothing on this planet you wouldn't hump, as long as it breathes."
Donny smirked, proud. "Damn right. If it's got a pussy, it qualifies. Congratulations, boy...you're no longer a virgin loser. If I drank, I'd buy you champagne."
"Haha, the day you buy me one, it'll rain boobs," Yukon shot back, laughing.
The two chuckled, the sound drawing a few irritated stares from nearby tables. For a moment, it was just two best friends, clowning as usual. But then Donny leaned back, chopsticks dangling from his hand, his grin fading.
"So," he said finally, "what's this other thing you wanted to tell me?"
Yukon shifted in his seat, suddenly aware of the weight pressing down on his chest. This was supposed to be easy, a quick reveal, a laugh, and done. But his throat tightened. He could lie, or dodge, but no… Donny deserved the truth.
"I know this might sound insane but…" he began, lowering his voice until it was barely above a whisper. "I've received my awakening, bro."