[i]A few hours earlier...[/i]

The maid let out a nod of agreement and then stood, but not before finishing up the last bits of her work scrubbing the remaining uncleaned tiles.

"Well~" she chuckled shortly in response to Revan's ideas of wild sex. "Lunch with regular physical meals is a preferable alternative on the first day of work.

But someday, if we have the chance... we could grab the opportunity and have my own personal semigod to raise!~"

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[i]5:30 PM[/i]

[i]"fffffffffffFFFFFF[b]FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK[/b]

[H3]YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH"[/H3][/i]

A boisterious tune of [i]Highway to Hell[/i] blasted out of the motorcycle's sound system. A leather-jacketed boy who had no idea that the headmistress's speech were a few hours far from 4 PM revved his bike through the pre-rush hour streets, skewing and overtaking the slower vehicles as the heart of the engine pounded and raced. To this man, this was a thrill ride. To the unfortunate road drivers, however, this was a nuisance.

[color=gray] "HEY! Watch it!" [/color]

"Sorry, i can't hear you over the sound of me not giving a shit!"

This man, whom we shall call by the name of Jeremiah Crawthorne or rather Jerry, sped through the streets of the city on the way to the Orean Cause, the academy his father recommended. His brows were pulled down and together and his smirk was left for all to see. One could see that he was your average 2kool4skool panty-dropper, and this is what he is.

But Jerry never collected any of the dropped panties, or that's what he would rather call the hearts of women, because he only had a special place for a few girls, including the missing orphanage girl that vanished seven years ago. The others he had successfully dated, but later discovered that they already had boyfriends and was cheating on them. Perhaps he was really meant to be with someone who has ceased to exist? Maybe he was never meant to have life with girls after all?