am-books Chapter 39 – Colored Pens
Chapter 39 – Colored Pens
Chapter 39 - Colored Pens
Another day of classes had drawn to a close, the bustling energy of the campus settling into a quieter hum. Our study group had grown—Remuel and Cindy had joined us at the last minute, though it seemed they’d hesitated at first, weighing their decision like one might an uncertain gamble. You see, the pair also registered for the Licensure Examinations Tournament in the very last hour, so they are still quite confused about the study circle thing.
With six of us now, the cramped cafeteria tables no longer sufficed. We opted instead for the Library Building, its lofty halls known for housing long, sturdy rectangular tables perfect for larger groups. Climbing to the third floor, we found our spot among the hushed whispers and the faint scent of aged paper and wood polish that clung to the air. The floor was quieter than the others, the type of silence that invites focus and deters even the faintest of murmurs.
As we settled in, unpacking textbooks and notes onto the smooth surface of the table, a familiar figure approached—a spark of color in the muted library. She was none other than Dianca, the school’s vibrant livestream idol, her long blue hair cascading like silk ribbons down her back, and her emerald eyes sparkling with lively curiosity.
“Oh!” Dianca’s face lit up with the warmth of recognition. “Myrrh! There you are!”
“Dianca!” Myrrh’s eyes widened in delight as she waved, her voice carrying a soft, friendly cadence. “Here!”
Without hesitation, Dianca slipped into the vacant seat beside Myrrh, her arms laden with a small tower of books and notebooks. As she plopped them onto the table, the pile spilled outward like an avalanche. Among the chaos was an arsenal of colorful pens—bright, mismatched hues that spoke of her artistic flair. When she set them down, some pens tumbled free, rolling and scattering like mischievous marbles. Most of them went under the table.
“Ah!” Dianca gasped, flustered, her hands fluttering in mild panic.
“I got it,” I offered quickly, already moving to crouch under the table. The cool surface of the floor met my knees as I
Then, without warning, she bumped her shoulder gently against mine, her head tilting slightly toward me. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she raised a hand to cover her mouth.
“By the way,” she said, her words almost a purr, “I know what you did under the table.”
A cold sweat trickled down my temple, and a shiver crept up my spine. “W-what are you talking about?” I stammered, my voice an octave higher than intended.
Myrrh leaned closer, her lime-green hair brushing against her shoulder as her narrowed blue eyes locked onto mine. “Don’t play innocent with me,” she said, her tone smooth but edged with playful accusation. “I’ve known you long enough to see right through you.”
“Again, I have what you’re talking about,” I shot back, attempting to keep my tone steady, though my nerves betrayed me.
For a moment, she just stared at me, her gaze sharp and unyielding. Then, with a soft exhale, she withdrew, resting her chin on her hand once more. Her expression shifted into something unreadable, a cryptic smile curling at the corners of her lips.
I let out a shaky breath, relieved the interrogation had ended—for now. But guilt weighed heavily on my chest. Myrrh Somehow, she had pieced together the embarrassing truth of my earlier indiscretions under the table.
These girls were my friends—Myrrh, Fei, Cindy, and now Dianca too. They trusted me, included me in their world, and here I was, betraying that trust by indulging in such dishonorable thoughts. The memory of those fleeting glances at their thighs and the accidental (yet tantalizing) glimpse of their panties gnawed at my conscience.
I closed my eyes for a moment, resolving to do better. To treat them with the respect they deserved.
...Though, a tiny mischievous voice in the back of my mind couldn’t resist adding: