Harem

Nudge, nudge.

Nadeshiko blinked her big green eyes.

“Mou – daydreaming again. Is it some bug of a man?” Sonomi asked, she poked Nadeshiko’s cheek, “You are so cute…when you daydream like that.”

Anamiya Masahiko watched the two girl intently – Sonomi looked so nice in her lacy two-piece and Nadeshiko was delicious in her silk-edged tight one-piece.

“…And to think of it, tomorrow golden week is over.”

“Over?” Nadeshiko blinked, “You serious right?”

Nod.

“Homework!” Nadeshiko stumbled fell at least twice in the rush back to her room – she had forgotten her summer homework.

This left Sonomi alone with Masahiko.

“You could help her…”

“If I helped, she wouldn’t learn anything.” She responded seeing his hand on the strap of her top, “Anything Good.”

Rollcall began. Nadeshiko had an exhausted look on her face praying to god that Fujitaka-sensai would do reverse-alphabetical order, she needed the final minutes of the rollcall to finish the homework in time. Sonomi also prayed for reverse alphabet for other reasons. The long skirt she wore had been bloused upwards so that her spread legs could reveal the treasure under. Fujitaka could tell several things that the edge of her red panties, that it was a size too small, and how it formed so nicely against the teenaged girl. He coughed moving to the black board writing a name. .

In came an elegant girl, she was a few years older than the girls in the class. Yet she stormed over to the board crossed out the name, “I prefer Yang Script in my name. (Yang script is a square style of ancient Chiense calligraphy with sharp angles and blocking charecters often used in paper charms),” she wrote it in Yang Script, “Yelan Li.”

“Let us find you a seat…”

‘Not behind me, not behind me,’ Nadeshiko prayed, ‘not behind me.’

“Why not behind Anamiya Nadehiko,” Fujitaka gave a cough, he again caught another glance at the edge of her red panties.

Yelan gave him a scowl and whispered something in Cantonese, ‘The weaker half, I can feel it,’ then she marched to the empty chair.

“Hi, I am…”

Yelan gave a scowl cutting Nadeshiko off.

Class proceeded nicely despite the fact that the new student spent half the class looking at her Japanese to English dictionary or staring at the back of Nadeshiko’s neck.

“So where are you from?” The girl with pigtails asked her.

“My grandmother is from Faerun. (Faerun, the Chinese Ninja nation in Magic Knights Rayearth II),” she responded, “My mother was a very proud woman, like her mother was Faerun’s princess.”

“A princess?” The girl with glasses sighed imagining the black-haired girl being a princess in a pointed hat waiting for a brave knight to save her.

“No, I was raised in Hong Kong.”

“Hong Kong?”

There was a slight squeal – a true foreigner.

“What are your hobbies? What are your favorite sports? Favorite school subject.” Questions came…

“Ink-drawing. Tai-Chi. History,” Yelan said blindly scrawling absently in Yin script on the margins of her notebook. (Yin script is an ancient style of Chinese calligraphy that has rounded characters used in the Courts of Hell.)