Happy Evil Heartbreaker [Modern LitRPG]

The two boys in question hailed from Year 1, Class 3, and their latest heated "discussion" revolved, naturally, around two girls who had just passed by.

"Makarios, for all your so-called 'experience' in, ahem, certain genres of films, I’ve got to say, Luciel’s got the edge. Her legs, mate, those curves could stop traffic! Xanthia, the one beside her, sure, her skin’s fairer, but she’s as flat as a board! No contest!" declared a boy named Sunny, his eyes lingering far too long on Luciel’s retreating figure, as though he were discussing some weighty academic matter.

Sunny, a scrawny lad with sharp, mischievous features, had earned the nickname "Skinny Monkey" amongst his classmates, owing to his cheeky, often brazen personality. At that moment, he had a soccerball in hand, having come out intending to play, but upon encountering such "rare" sights, he and his partner-in-crime, Makarios El Eudoxios, decided to follow the girls instead.

Ogling from afar had become somewhat of a sport for the duo—watching, but never approaching, and always ensuring they didn’t draw attention to themselves. With plenty of other students milling about after lunch, they felt confident they’d blend into the crowd.

"Beautiful girls deserve admiration, don’t they?" Sunny would often reason, quite shamelessly.

Makarios, unlike the wiry Sunny, was heavyset, pushing well over 100 kilograms with acne-ridden skin. His "hobbies" lay in the study of certain Japanese films, which, in his mind, had afforded him an expertise in... unmentionable pleasurable activities.

Scoffing at Sunny’s statement, he retorted with a knowing smirk. "Monkey, you’ve much to learn. Everything in this world should be seen with a bit of foresight. Now, Xanthia’s legs—those are long, milky-white and straight, textbook perfection. And her hips? I daresay, they’ve got potential." He paused for dramatic effect, clicking his tongue. "Give her time, a bit of proper nutrition, and you’ll see—she’ll blossom into something spectacular. That one’s a real gem in the rough."

Sunny shook his head, undeterred. "Makarios, you’re just spouting nonsense again. You’ve got a thing for pale, slim girls, so you’re hyping her up with your delusions. We’ll just have to wait and see if she lives up to your wild predictions, won’t we?"

Makarios, not missing a beat, flashed a sly grin. "Monkey, you don’t even know the half of it. There’s something you haven’t learned from all those novels you read. You see—"

"Go on then, enlighten me," Sunny cut in, rolling his eyes.

Makarios leaned in conspiratorially, his tone dropping to a whisper. "The best thing about fair skin? The contrast, my friend. The...pinkness of certain areas when she’s completely... naked. It’s like admiring a piece of fine porcelain, and when you... fill her up inside as you reach the pinnacle of heavens... well, it’s like an art form!" His eyes glazed over with a dreamy expression, clearly lost in some fantasy of his own making.

Sunny, momentarily taken aback, scowled, trying to shake off the imagination going astray. "Mate, you really are something else. You spend too much time perfecting those hand techniques of yours. It’s no wonder you’re still a virgin!"

Makarios simply shrugged, unconcerned. He was rather pleased with his so-called "artistic" endeavours and found real-life experience unnecessary. In his mind, his fantasies were far more satisfying than any real interaction could be.

Still, Sunny had to admit that Xanthia’s pale skin was quite striking. As the old saying goes, "Fair skin covers a hundred flaws," and Xanthia was hardly flawed to begin with. There was some merit to Makarios’ observations about her potential—though he’d never give him the satisfaction of admitting it out loud.