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Goddess Academy— 2
🕑 Added 2021-02-12 11:04:08 +0000 UTCTitle: Vera
"Long ago in the age that did not leave any recorded history, gods and demons lived peacefully while complying with the natural order of survival.
However, the natural order was threatened by arrogant beings of those time one too many times, inducing the leaders of the era to believe that instead of festering another deluded being in thirst of gaining domination of the world, they would instead educate potential calamities about their powers, enticing them with the age-old technique of carrot and stick.
So, the many leaders finally erected the Goddess Academy to achieve this goal.
However, the age of gods and demons declined. They became the relics of the past while newer gods and demons appeared. These left a culture behind and get worshipped to this very day!"
Bhram noted a trace of hatred.
"However, this culture led to more catastrophes, making the humans who were once innocently reared and shepherded to fill the stomachs of old gods gain the rationality that is still not needed in a cattle.
With the decline of Olden Gods and Demons, their true achievement, Goddess Academy was left in decline, rotting away in time and its foundation declining.
But!"
'Ah, that's excitement,' Bhram was 2 for 2.
"This Academy longed for revival. Its cries making the oceans cry tears, filling the gaps that the cruel landscapes couldn't fill and making the humans hitting their puberties fill the spot in each other's hearts that loneliness couldn't."
'There's still a spot in me left to be filled then... dang, it sounded amazingly gay even in my own mind.'
"Just like that, you are chosen to fill the hole in Goddess Academy that no other could fill!" the melodious voice stated with a tone of cold finality as Bhram stretched his neck to the side to glance past her. He couldn't look over her with the chilling height difference.
Seeing the large hole behind her that stretched, well, what he estimated to be... absolutely big... Bhram gulped.
"So... am I a hired labor?" He thought. The setting is too familiar.
He was picked from the street and asked to fill a hole which is simply manual work. This is the day of an average laborer. Bhram would know, he picked plenty for housework.
"Hired labor?" The cold voice mused as Bhram felt a shiver. Slowly looking up, his brown eyes met the piercing blue pupils once again that threatened to devour him whole. "No," the smile made Bhram sigh in relief.
"You are the proud owner of Goddess Academy. Let me be the first to welcome you once again, Dean Bhram."
'Dean Bhram...
Her tits are massive, how is she even standing?
Are all the Reddit post about bigdick and big boobs problem even true?
Why would I think about big dick alongside big boobs?
Am I dick?
Or am I a boob?'
Countless thoughts flashed in Bhram's mind in an instant as the woman nodded in appreciation once she realized the look on the Dean's face. This was the look of cold calculation.
'How did I even get here? I did hear a pop.
So is it like the canon instant transmission? The fact that Funimation would steal TFS' work and even change the soundtrack of instant transmission is just chilling.
Wait, if I.T. is legit, does that mean Saiyans are, too?
Am I a Saiyan? Or a Saiyan boob?
Thank the gods, at least I didn't think of a dick—
...
Motherf—'
"Fun... ner," Bhram mumbled with a frown as the woman looked down.
"I- I mean, that story barely describes why I'm here," Bhram spoke up.
"Dean, do you question the existence of natural calamities? Why they occur and where they occur?" The woman inquired slowly, "And with natural calamities, I mean magical ones. The likes of the disaster of 2020?"
Bhram shivered. He had heard from his mother that it was the time of her life. No colleges and no universities for almost a year but for that very feat, humanity paid a dear price of the loss of many loved ones. But that horrible pandemic was barely the first ladder of disasters that slowly shaped the world it currently looked like.
"Then, I'm a disaster?" Bhram inquired.
A chuckle escaped her lips, her plump petals stretched with mischievous intentions as she leaned forward, her massive jugs a few centimeters away from Bhram's face as she narrowed her eyes at the feeling of the Dean's heavy breathing against her cleavage.
"Alone, you are not a disaster, Dean," she smiled, her words so soft, so sincere, so big...
'I've got to stop looking at her breasts,' Bhram tried to make himself stern and averse to temptations of the mountain but it was for naught. With jiggle physics, the mounds trembled before leaving Bhram's gaze as the woman bent, her face right in front of him as she closed her eyes, seemingly appraising his breath.
With a satisfied smirk, she stood up once again, her body towering over Bhram.
"But together... we can stop plenty disasters," she completed.
Eyeing Bhram, she waited for his response only for him to fall dazed once again.
"Do I..." Bhram gulped and shook his head. A clear and determined look flashed through his face as he recalled his current predicament. Gazing at his serious expression, the woman waited.
"No, I meant. How much do I get paid?" Bhram inquired.
Magic? Disasters? Manual Labour in a teacher's suit? He was willing to do all of it if it meant getting paid. Being an unemployed slob was the reason why his mother threatened to throw him out in the first place, well, Bhram at least hoped it to be an empty threat. But deep down, the dangerous glow in his mother's eyes low-key scared the shit out of him.
"Paid? Yes? Your services are paid by the humble appreciation of your employees, your students, and mine."
Holding himself from gasping as the woman held her palms over her breasts, pressing them against the cushion as her mounds almost spilled out of the low cut of the dress hanging against the curves of her breasts, Bhram shook his head once again.
He could either think from his dick, and let himself enter a thankless job.
Or.
He could try and carve a bright future by working hard and not believing this big tittied woman's nonsense.
"I'll take it!" Bhram barked.
Future accompanied by this set of jugs...
It looked pretty bright to Bhram.
"You will?" The woman raised her brows in surprise before a pleased look flashed through her eyes.
"Very well, Dean. Congratulations. You have earned the right to know my name. From now on, call your secretary— Vera— anything you like," she clapped her palms joyously but that wasn't the only thing which clapped.
[Position accepted. The host is selected as the head of Goddess Academy.]
'Say what now?' Bhram looked at the opaque grey dialogue box with glimmering golden edges and fonts with a blank expression. Looking towards the woman, Bhram seemed to realize that she could answer many unasked questions, given that smile. But she still waited, looking at Bhram intensely and making him feel a little perturbed.
"Vera," Bhram gulped as a flicker of disappointment flashed through her face. Seeing this, Bhram instantly added a salutation.
"Ehm, Ms. Vera..." he waited, trying to figure out something from Vera's expression only for her to look at Bhram with an impassive, stoic expression that did not let any thoughts known.
"There is a screen floating in front of me," Bhram inquired.
"That will be the system governing the Academy. As a Dean, you are considered the sole owner of the system and the academy, and the system only ever responds to the owner with its existence hidden from the eyes of every other being in the existence. Terms and Conditions applied."
She muttered the last part extremely softly.
"Excuse me?" Bhram spoke.
"Of course, you are excused, my good Dean," Vera smiled.
Thinking for a moment, Bhram decided against copying one of the rather debauched lines in movies with a lick of the actor's tongue, slurring: no, exsqueeze me...
"Now that introductions are out of the way, please allow me to finally fill you in on the basic topics that might confuse you, Dean," she smiled and turned, finally making Bhram realize that her breasts were the least to be afraid of. Her ass was equally bonerific disastrous and equally pressing against her dress.
