Everything will be my way!

The last lesson for today has come to an end. Students were leaving the school building. In the very center of the huge crowd, the main man of today was walking with a proud gait: Rose Valentine. Today is his 19th birthday - a very important event for the whole family.

«Thank you very much for the invitation, Mr. Rose! Even if lightning strikes me, Pavel Hunter, I will definitely come!» … «This is the only day of the year that I look forward to more than my own birthday! Ha-ha!» … «Mr. Rose, I want to congratulate you on the holiday once again! I wish you all the very best and also a happy forthcoming marriage to Lady Elsa!»

Elsa was walking side by side with the birthday boy. With her beauty, she drew the lion's share of attention to herself. The girl expected a lot from such a significant event, after all, it is the birthday of the youngest son of the patriarch of the Valentines.

Rose nodded to everyone around with a slight smile on his lips. The mood was wonderful. Nothing can spoil this wonderful day. He will need to take advantage of his position as a birthday boy and force Elsa to drink more alcohol to steal a couple of kisses from her.

~boouuuuuum~

A muffled pop echoed through the order.

…

«Motherfucker, what the fuck?!» – Kyon scolded.

The explosive powder has just detonated for no reason at the most crucial moment of the preparation of the medicine, consisting mainly of "Demonic mushrooms". Some of the ingredients are irretrievably lost. Insanely concentrated narcotic gas, which has neither smell nor color, filled a small laboratory.

It is worth noting that a little earlier he enhanced the narcotic effect of the substance with the help of enchantment (on chemical activity) and alchemy.

Kyon immediately put on a gas mask, saying: «It's good that there is a high-quality ventilation system that blocks the spread of dangerous substances outside the laboratory in case of unforeseen circumstances.» – it's not clear whether he stated the fact or tried to convince himself of it.

Thirty minutes later, all "Demonic mushrooms" were over. Lovr made himself a new secret weapon: more than a hundred units of medicine, exploding on contact with the ground. In theory, it should affect even the imperial phasers at the beginning stage (7), but if the practitioner pours pure air-filtering energy into the nose, then the radius of damage will be limited to the lord phaser at the middle or finishing stage (5).

Complacently nodding to his own weapon genius, Kyon placed the demonic medicine in the ring and, after wiping the sweat from his forehead, went to the shower room, but on the way he heard strange sounds from outside. After leaving the house, he saw something that made his face rapidly turn pale.

«I AM THE KING OF THE WORLD! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!» – a young man with a crown on his head, created from the element of the earth, shouted majestically. Every now and then he raised a stone stick to the sky, suspiciously similar to a scepter.

The self-proclaimed king clearly lacked strength and development, especially by the standards of the central zone of the order, but nevertheless he stood on a palanquin, which was humbly carried by four mighty disciples with the development of the royal phase.The silly expressions of blind loyalty and adoration on their faces testified that they were ready to faithfully serve their "king" until death.

«Come on, come on! Dig your grave faster, motherfucker! How dare you insult the august person?!» – the "king's" personal punisher, apparently, was saying, licking the dagger frighteningly.

Pieces of soil flew out of the pit 10 meters deep every now and then. There, at the bottom, a pale fat man, all covered with tears and snot, was digging his grave with his bare hands. He had already regretted a thousand times that he had confused the king with his special hugging pillow.

Next to the grave, a disciple with a battered book in his hands was reading out some terrifying mantras in an obviously very ancient language in an ancient hoarse voice. It seems that the youngster considers himself a necromancer and is trying to perform some kind of resurrection ritual. But the book in his hands inspired some doubts about the effectiveness of all these manipulations, since on the cover there was an inscription: "Chaos theory in mathematics, by L.A. Craft".

Behind the necromancer, two students, pale as death, were swaying strangely on their heels. They stared at the back of the young man's head with terrible hungry glances. Judging by the gurgling moo and saliva flowing down their chins, the "zombie girls" are not averse to tasting the brains of their "summoner".

«A-a-a-a-a! SAVE ME! I can't feel my wrists! My hands are numb! I'M DYING!» – one of the students desperately screamed, deciding to run on his hands until he accidentally landed in a 10-meter grave.

«You don't feel them because you don't have them! And do you think you are the fastest?! I'm the fastest here!» – a thin guy who rushed after him started running around the pit at such a speed that a miniature tornado appeared above it. – «Mwa-ha-ha-ha! My unique "Swift step" body grants me the speed of light! I am the fastest creature in the world! I am unattainable! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!»

Suddenly, a shadow flashed past the upstart, forcing the runner to swallow dust. It turned out to be a fat man, pale with horror, shouting at the top of his voice: «A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A! MOMMY, SAVE ME! THE DEAD ARE COMING! A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A!»

The impetuous arrogant man abruptly lost faith in himself and voluntarily jumped into the grave.

«I SHOT IT! I SHOT IT!» – a student with a nephrite of visual recording in his hands shouted with a jubilant smile, like a journalist who captured the sensation of his whole life. In fact, the guy constantly repeated the same thing, filming a bush growing in front of him.

Meanwhile, more craziness was going on nearby.

«Elsa, I beg you, stop! Stop running from me! It's a matter of life and death! Why don't you understand?! I'm going to die!» – pale-faced and naked from the waist down, Rose was chasing Elsa with such vigor, as if his survival really depended on her.

«Get away from me, you horny bastard!» – Stone squealed, blushing deeply. – «Why do you keep following me?! I have already said a hundred times that I will not do this! Besides, I have a boyfriend! And anyway, fat people are not my type!»

«What do you mean you don't want to be with me?! What boyfriend?! Not that freak, by any chance?! What the hell are you talking about?! Elsa, I repeat again, I was bitten by a poisonous black python, and if you don't suck the poison right away, then I'll die to hell! Look, my penis is already swollen and red!» – Rose desperately shook his "argument".

«I'm not naive enough to just believe a liar like you!» – the blonde said with conviction. – «You just want me to put that disgusting thing in my mouth! Dream on! I'm not even your girlfriend!» – Stone said, wagging her seductive booty right next to the nose of the pursuer.

«Stupid, are you really going to let your future husband die on his birthday?! That's how you treat me, right?!» – Valentine moaned doomedly.

«Oh, you bastard, are you trying to force me to suck this abomination with sweet speeches?! Well, no! Marry me first, and then ask for it! And in general, does my opinion mean anything to you?! Maybe I'm against it, and what's next?!» – the girl batted her eyelashes with girlish spontaneity, as if she wanted to be persuaded. – «Are you aware that cheating is frowned upon by society?..»

The distance between the two runners strangely remained the same. It seems that the girl deliberately kept her distance in order not to let the pursuer fall behind her and lose interest. Moreover, she wagged her elastic booty right in front of him, as if deliberately provoking. Her actions did not match her words. That's very ladylike.

A screaming crowd of fans raced after the strange couple. Some on all fours, some on their hands, others crawling, tumbling and rolling.

«Woohoo-uh-uh, hefty! This is the wave of my dreams!» – Ziz Hunter grinned merrily, standing on his tentaculipede in only swimming trunks, like a professional surfer, while the beast maneuvered between the students.

«I SHOT IT! I SHOT IT!» – a happy journalist rushed by. It seems that the bush has finally exhausted itself.

A little aside, master Feng was sitting on a bench in his own mini-park and, watching the yellow oak tree, like a friendly old man watching his farm, peacefully nibbling seeds. But these seeds turned out to have wings. He gnawed his beloved amber bees alive!

And near the oak, the naked Roman was writhing. He checked with his genital organ the depth of a small honey-lubricated hole in the tree with reciprocating movements, moaning with pleasure: «Ho-o-o-o… Juno, your honey pussy is just beautiful! Ho-o-o-o… It's so soft and tender… So tight… I'm ready to fuck it without a break! Ho-o-o-o…» – while he was raping the beehive, the bees, mad with rage, tried to punish the malicious defiler of their food for the queen.

Juno sat on a nearby bench and watched Clinton's actions with an empty look. The beauty's face turned tenderly pink, like a ripe peach; her eyelids were half closed, and her breathing was rapid. Her naughty fingers were playing with the secret place in her panties. With her gentle blissful voice of a sleepy angel, the girl muttered: «Ah, Lovr… I'm so glad that you like my pussy… Take it harder, please…»

Three guards surrounded the lady with a steel wall and protected her from hordes of horny fans, who were constantly trying to break through the defense to get to their aroused favorite.

Master Julius galloped to the aid of these three: «Die, cursed mushroom! Die! Die! Ahaha!» – the pear-headed old man laughed madly and jumped over the heads of the students, digging them up to their necks in the ground.

«I SHOT IT! I SHOT IT!» – the joyful journalist did not miss another sensation.

Meanwhile, deafening explosions were heard from the east.

«Today one of us will DIE!» – Seraphima vowed. There was irreconcilable hatred on the face of the beautiful representative of the light ones.

«I will make a wine cup out of your skull!» – Clementine cruelly assured her rival.

~BANG~

The fists of the girls collided, creating a funnel in the ground. Fragments of soil and rubble scattered like shrapnel in all directions. It is immediately clear that the competitors are fighting to the death, and today the winner will definitely be revealed.

«I'm betting three sheep on the victory of the dark one.» – the trader who was watching the fight from a safe distance said unhurriedly.

«I'm betting one cow on the victory of the light one.» – another seller replied.

Next to the two "shepherds" a small group of students were chewing grass. Judging by the bleating of some of them and the lowing of others, they considered themselves sheep and cows in the pasture.

Timothy, sitting on a tree, looked rapaciously at the grazing animals. Only vigilant shepherds stopped him from attacking.

Suddenly the hawkish gaze of the former Brown flashed dangerously. He immediately swooped down from the tree and grabbed a snake by the collar with his teeth – a rather pretty student, crawling nearby with a hiss - and then hurriedly dragged the prey up the tree.

«I AM THE KING OF THE WORLD! YEA-A-A-A-AH! WOO-HOO-HOO-OOH!» – the self-proclaimed tsar continued.

«Hey, handsome, how about having some fun?» … «We don't mind playing with your big crown!» … «Mmm, you're so juicy, come to us, we'll have fun!» – three beautiful students stripped to their underwear beckoned the king with languid voices and seductive poses, imagining themselves to be succubi. They stood near the gorge belonging to Juno and lured unsuspecting students into the lair of love.

«To be content with prostitutes is beneath me! Servant, come here!»

Just at this moment, the necromancer finished reading his spell. Three students, pale as death, climbed out of the grave. Swaying from side to side, they joined their summoner's small army.

«MOMMY! THERE ARE MORE AND MORE OF THEM! WA-A-A-A-A-A-A! HELP ME!» – the fat man flew into the gorge to the three girls, screaming heart-rendingly.

«What a juicy catch we have, girls! Hee-hee!» … «Mmm, he's so fat and delicious…» … «Let me be the first! I want to pump him dry…» – seductively swaying their hips, three beautiful students went to feast.

Stephanie Russell also watched the development of events: Master Ziz Hunter was passionately kissing the tentaculipede, literally drowning his face in its countless tentacles; necromancer's zombies were fighting the king's knights in an attempt to overthrow the current government; Timothy were sitting on a tree and impatiently tearing the clothes on the hissing and writhing student with his teeth; loud and voluptuous moans were coming from the gorge; somewhere something was exploding.

Kyon's face turned deathly pale: {Fucked… Up…}

As if this catastrophe wasn't enough, he noticed that Stephanie looked around the madness with a strange look that stopped right on him.

{Oh no, no, no! Not that!} – Kyon remembered how he offered the girl to sleep with him for individual lessons, and predicted her further actions…