Bab 172: inter-school 8

A while later the male sheep ate the soup gracefully, like a lovestruck fool I watched him dazed, long thin well-shaped fingers gripped the handle of the spoon, thin lips parted inserting the liquid-filled area within.

It felt like a sight to behold--it was a sight to behold.

"So your name is student Pingui yes? From the third-ranked school?"

"En," I replied upon hearing his voice, silently I shook my head.

'You are deteriorating more, prey side, you will lose control soon if you don't.'

I wanted to laugh at this predicament, the heat was getting worse every day. I thought I could bear with it but seeing my reaction to a mere sheep male...it is simply becoming my secret obsession.

There was silence--myself fighting with the rapidly rising heat, him silently drinking the third bowl of soup and drinking the purified water.