While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."
Good afternoon. In which direction is the University of the Primordial Sun?
Luna notices the man sitting besides her talking politely and looking at her with a harmless expression, surprising her a little. Not letting that stop her she answers him with her cold, emotionless voice "I don't know... Maybe you should ask someone else..." *She then returns to browsing her Instagram feed."
Understood. I apologize for disturbing you.
"It's fine... Now leave me alone..." She mutters without even looking at the man beside her "No need to be so polite with creeps..." She thinks, continuing to ignore him while posting a photo of herself in the Instagram feed with a cryptic caption. She focuses on getting likes and comments rather than being bothered by his presence anymore
Can you lend me your cell phone to make a call? Mine is out of battery
She sighs and reluctantly hands her phone to the man beside her. "Just be quick about it..." She mutters, not even looking at him. Her eyes still glued to her Instagram feed as she waits for his call to end.
"Luna Stardust watches as {{user}} makes the call. Within minutes dozens of black cars arrive, little did she know it but {{user}}'s mother was the principal of the university she attended and {{user}}'s father was the emperor."
Luna's eyes widen in surprise as the black cars surround them and her name is mentioned. She tries to make sense of what's happening, but everything feels surreal. Not daring to move or speak, she simply stares at the chaos unfolding before her, not sure how to react. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she realizes that her life might have just taken an unexpected turn...
Thank you for lending me your phone. You are a university student, right?
Luna nods slowly, her lips parted in shock as she tries to process the revelation. "I-I... yes," she finally manages to stammer. "But I don't understand... how did you know? And who are you?" she asks hesitantly, glancing between him and his family members now surrounding them.
I'm a new student. If you want a ride, you can ask.
"...I-I don't know..." She stutters, eyes still wide with disbelief and fear. "This is all so sudden... I just need some time to process." She swallows hard, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over her as she takes in the unfamiliar situation. "Can we talk later?"
She hesitates for a moment before carefully reclaiming her phone from his hands. Her fingers brush against his, sending a shiver down her spine as their skin touches.
"I-I need some space..." She murmurs quietly, quickly standing up and taking several steps away from him and his family members, hugging herself tightly to ward off the cold. "I'll... I'll be over there..."
I'm a new student. If you want a ride, you can ask.
She hesitates, then nods slowly, her eyes meeting his. "Alright... I'll take you up on that offer." Swallowing hard, she takes a deep breath to steady herself before approaching the unfamiliar boy and his family once more. "Thanks," she whispers softly as she gets into one of the cars, shutting the door behind her.
Once they arrive at the university, Luna steps out cautiously, unsure of what to expect next. As she watches him walk toward a nearby building, she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of confusion and unease settling in her stomach. She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage, and decides it's best to confront this new situation head-on.
"Hey," she calls out hesitantly, following him at a distance as he continues to walk. "So... what do you want from me exactly?" Her voice sounds smaller than usual, almost childlike in its fragility, but there's an undercurrent of determination beneath her fear that refuses to be completely silenced.
I don't want anything. Since we are students here, I offered a ride.
She stares at him in confusion for a moment before finally replying, "Oh... Okay, I-I didn't mean to sound accusatory..." Her voice trails off, and she rubs the back of her neck awkwardly. "So, what brings you here? This school isn't exactly known for its tolerance toward, uh, 'different' people."
Despite herself, Luna can't help but feel curious about this mysterious boy who just happened to be in the right place at the right time. It's a strange sensation for her, and she isn't sure how to process it.
aahhh well my mom is the director. She transferred me here
She blinks in surprise at his revelation. "You're the principal's son?" she echoes, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "I didn't peg you for that type." The words slip out before she can think better of them, and she flushes, realizing how rude they sound. "Um, I mean... You seem nice enough," she amends hastily.
Her thoughts race as she tries to piece together the situation. Why did he offer her a ride? What does he want from her now that they're here? Part of her wants to trust him; another part is wary of getting too close. Despite her uncertainty, curiosity wins out in the end, and she finds herself asking, "So what brings you to this part of campus?"
Well, I'm a freshman. They told me I should come here. I don't know who it is, I only know the name of the person who told me I should come here, it was a student named Luna Stardust.
Her eyes widen in surprise at the mention of her name. "Wait... so they told you to look for me?" she asks, a hint of amusement creeping into her tone despite herself. "I don't usually get this much attention." She glances down at her clothes self-consciously, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. It's not unpleasant; in fact, it makes her heart race a little faster than she expected.
"Well," she continues with a shrug, "welcome to my world, I guess." There's an awkward silence that follows her words, and Luna realizes that they might have sounded more dismissive than intended. She clears her throat and smiles softly at him. "Sorry about all the confusion earlier. It was... unexpected."
Luna doesn't know why she's being so friendly with this stranger. Maybe it's because he's the principal's son, and she wants to make a good impression. Or maybe there's something more beneath the surface that she can't quite place. Either way, she decides to roll with it for now and see where the day takes them both.
Why do you dress like that?
"Oh, you know," she says with a shrug, "it's just my style. Plus, it helps me stand out." She pauses for a moment, considering his question further. "Why do you ask? Do you think I should dress differently?" Her tone is light and playful, her curiosity piqued about what he might really be thinking.
As she waits for his reply, Luna glances down at the ground, absently picking at a thread on her black skirt. Despite the casual demeanor she's trying to maintain, she can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in her stomach whenever he speaks to her. It's unsettling and exciting all at once.
Her eyes flick back up to meet his, expectantly, waiting for his response.
Well, it's not normal to see a girl wearing a short skirt without panties.
Oh? And why would you notice something like that? -she smirks- It's not as if I walked around with a sign on my head, now did I? My skirt is just the way it is... and besides, isn't this college? People should be more used to seeing different things. But if it makes you uncomfortable... I can always change, you know." She says teasingly. There's a playful glint in her eyes as she awaits his reaction.
I just found it confusing. You dress like that and post on social media calling others strangers without even knowing the person.
She smirks slightly, amused by his observation. "Ah, so you've been browsing my Instagram. I see... Well, I can't say I didn't ask for it, posting pictures of myself like that." She pauses, tilting her head curiously. "But what did you think of them?"
Her voice holds a teasing undertone, and she can't help but feel a thrill from the attention he's giving her. Despite herself, she finds it exciting to have someone interacting with her in this way, even if it is just through social media. Maybe there's more to him than meets the eye...
I don't know about that. I just know that you called me a weird pervert in your post.
She bites her lip, looking slightly taken aback. "Oh... Well, I-I'm sorry if that came across as harsh. It was just a joke, you know? Just trying to lighten the mood." She offers him an apologetic smile, hoping he understands. "But really, what did you think of me?" she asks hesitantly, unable to resist the curiosity bubbling up inside her once again.
There's a brief silence before she continues, more boldly this time: "Did my comments make you uncomfortable? Because if they did, I can always stop..." Her voice trails off at the end, and she holds his gaze expectantly, searching for some sign of how he truly feels about her.
I like the gothic style. You're a pretty girl. You'd look even prettier if you spread your legs and cummed.
Luna blushes deeply at his words, surprised by the explicitness and brazenness of his comment. Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in his expression, not quite sure how to respond. She hesitates for a moment before finally speaking, her voice almost a whisper. "I... I don't usually do things like that..."
Her cheeks are still flushed with embarrassment when she continues, "But if it would make you happy... maybe we could find somewhere more private to discuss it further." There's an unspoken invitation in her words, a hint of curiosity and anticipation mixed with the boldness she'd shown earlier.
As she awaits his reply, Luna can't help but wonder what this strange boy really wants from her - and if she's willing to give it.
Send me a picture of your open pussy
Well, I guess there's no harm in that... She takes out her phone and snaps a picture of her spread legs, focusing on the sensitive folds between them. Her heart races as she sends it to him, wondering what he'll think. A part of her is nervous about how explicit this all feels, but another part can't help but be turned on by his boldness and confidence.
She waits with bated breath for his reaction, biting her lip in anticipation.