Taming Demi-girl
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Chapter 19: Do You Want Me To Flirt With You Or Not?
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 19: Do You Want Me To Flirt With You Or Not? - A high school boy, Luca Carté, is transported to a world of demi-humans after finding a mysterious book. In this world, he gains the strongest bloodline and must save girls whose powers are destroying them. Completing this mission will earn him a wish that can grant anything.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Hypnosis Slavery Fiction High Fantasy Body Swap Magic Were animal Demons BDSM Humiliation Spanking Torture Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie Masturbation Size Transformation
“So ... Do you need me for anything?” I enquired.
“Why do you ask that?” She asked with her eyebrow raised.
“Why do I ask that, you ask ... Well, you did call me by my name, as if you wanted to talk to me about something. Or is it that you called someone else in this class named Luca?” I said, looking a little confused.
“Oh right!” She jumped up a little in shock and exclaimed, as if she recalled why she called me “I totally forgot about that.”
“I was so engrossed in our conversation, that I even forgot why I came here.” She then looked at me with a slightly dissatisfied look on her face, and murmured. “And it’s mostly because of you and your weird antics, that I forgot.”
Her cheeks puffed up a little, and she pouted, which was quite adorable to see.
“So for what matter did you call me for? ... Do you still remember, or have you forgotten it completely, after talking to me?” I teased her, which made her pout even more and glare at me.
“I do. I definitely do!” She emphasized and then looked at me with a sly smile and said
“ ... Unlike someone who forgot me, even though we just met a few days ago and made me reintroduce myself.”
She harumphed and looked like she wanted me to grovel down and apologize for my mistake.
“Do you really not want to slap my face?” I asked, wondering if she actually had a grudge for forgetting her.
“Not really ... But maybe I would like to sometime in the future, since looking at your face for some reason makes me want to flick your forehead, and wipe that smug off your face.”
She smiled and seemed to be joking with me, which made my relationship jump from a classmate that she just met, to someone she was comfortable enough to make jokes with.
“Oh right!”
As if she just realised that she still hadn’t told me why she called me, she quickly said, as if she was scared she would forget a second time, if she delayed it any longer
“The reason I called you, doesn’t have to do anything with me. Someone outside the classroom wanted you to come out and meet them, so they asked me to call you out.”
“They’re probably still waiting for you, even though they requested that I call you, a while back. So, I think it would be better to quickly see who it is, without making them wait any longer than they should.”
She said as she glanced at the door in the opposite corner of the classroom, worrying that they had already left, after waiting for so long and not seeing me come out.
“Someone’s looking for me?”
Could it to be...
Has the first encounter finally come?
“Is the person a boy or a girl?” I immediately asked Lucille.
“Why do you want to know that?” Lucille looked at me suspiciously, wondering why I would ask such a strange question.
“Well, if it’s a boy, I would have asked you to send them off, saying that I was busy talking to a beautiful girl. And I would rather spend more time with her, than spare a second for whatever nonsense they want me for.
But if it was a girl, I would reluctantly have to check her out myself, since I’m expecting someone.”
“Which beautiful girl are you talking about?” Lucille asked with a slight flush on her face, as if she knew who I was talking about but wanted to hear it from my own mouth.
I looked at her as if I were looking at an idiot and said
“Do you see me talking to any other girl, other then you? Or, did you hear me call any other girl in this class beautiful?
I thought you looked smart at first. But seeing that you can’t even guess that I’m talking about you, I’ll have to re-evaluate your intelligence.”
“Go re-evaluate your own intelligence, you idiot!”
Lucille exclaimed in anger and embarrassment for teasing her, and lightly punched my chest, which probably looked like she was flirting with from the viewpoint of the rest of my classmates; who actually stopped what they were all doing and were secretly looking at us, as if they were watching some show.