How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

The champion and the Ludex 1

But she couldn't just say so..

Not when he was there.

In front of her...

Sitting in a chair that was so cheap and clearly not meant for someone nearly as tall or broad as him was given the fact that the most the cafeteria of the Institute could only offer were stools.

The scene was so stupid, it was almost ridiculous....and yet she could not help herself to do or say anything about it. Why? Well...SHE WAS TERRIFIED..!

This was not meant to happen! Things should have gone by slowly and steady...you know? Like the turtle and the rabbit in order to win the race? So why was this hunky stud of a man thrown at her path like one who tosses a rolling ball down the street, she wasn't speed-running to the final boss of the dungeon god dammit..!

With all of this nonsense thrown at her lap no wonder she felt like a mouse in-front of a beast that was about to gobble her whole..

Both in the bad way.

And in the good way...

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Her cheeks heated up in sheer embarrassment a few seconds later, her hair somehow concealing her reaction to anyone else and saving what little grace she still held from been cast away by observant eyes.

She really was a lost cause wasn't she? Thinking on that of all things when she should be more focused on self preservation.

Shame...

Shame on her..

One should think of that in private...or in the second date, not in front of the very object of said desire. No matter if he had a six or an eight pack underneath that flashy suit of his.

Well, if you thought about it that was actually the case....him been a dragon and all. Though does that mean that he been a reptile has two dicks down the-?

[OK, STOP WITH THE LEWDNESS GIRL..!]

Gosh! What is it with me and my panties today and the heat coming from down there..!? Still, blatantly disregarding the true nature of the man standing before her and the fact that he could fight Gods and call it easy if the Lore was anything to go by....

Why was she alone the one having a bad time? Shouldn't he be more worried or at least showing how sorry he was about the prominent bump in her skull when he had accidentally imprinted the frame of the door into her forehead.

Instead the Ludex remained still like a statue as if nothing was going wrong while she was sweating buckets. With one of his gloved hands remaining idle over his lap while the other held gently a cup of water from which he brought to his immaculate lips from time to time in order to taste it.

His sharp, masculine jaw in all its splendor. The way he tilted his head to take a sip from the cup exposing the strong muscles of his neck while the loose strands of his mane dangled gently under the waves of air passing by.

[Gods, why did he have to be so handsome...?]

How were men meant to compete with this hunk of an Adonis brought to life..? Even the elf ears made him prettier..! It...it just wasn't fair, she wanted to roll down the floor and cry knowing this bastard had ruined her for other men.

At this point she knew for sure that anyone else would look rather plain in comparison, like bringing a maximus German Pint with its golden hue shining with the light of a well spent day to a meager cup of water pulled out from a plastic bottle.