Thread: Embrace The Arc-Light! || Marri and Jeufufns

Maron symbolized rebellion, symbolized radical ideals, but the fact that she stood at the exact opposite of the political spectrum when it came down to ruling over the student body, seeing how far she could be pushed was useful. And while Maron was by all means rebellious, she did her job well. Overall health had increased since she had enforced strict plant-based diets. While she didn't officially support the notion, she also handled the addition of a second toilet to a single stall once per toilet for those that wanted a card to come with them, which oddly enough had become quite popular. In general she was very quick with handling and creating public services. And while Maron was by all means superior in beauty and liked to show it off, she never seemed to use it as an argument or comment on it. The only times she consciously pronounced them was around friends or people she appreciated, but she wasn't trying to get people jealous, even if that was somewhat of a lost cause. Maron seemed to stroke her duel-disk quite often though. She did that when she was around Chiyaku. The sleek, round dome looked just as fashionable as the rest of her outfit, connected to her arm through a black bracelet. It seemed the loss had hit her hard. She wanted to be the person who finally managed to beat Chiyaku. It wasn't about monthly scores, she wanted to beat her lifetime score, just get that one win in against her to show the world that everyone could be beaten. But failing to beat her even with three of her companions was disturbing. Her deck only had an average win rate due to her having to draw the right cards at the right time, but her hand was brilliant when facing Chiyaku, and even with her deck at its best performance, she could do nothing against her. Maron nodded slightly, pulling her chair out as she spread her paperwork a little. She shouldn't get distracted by the thought of beating Chiyaku or 'punishing' her in any way, not that she'd mind. Shaking her head slightly to regain her focus, she took the contract, smirking as she saw Chiyaku's signature. No issue... she said as politely as she could as she removed the contract from sight, silently noting that she'd have to send it later. Farmed goods should arrive tomorrow, just in time. They'll need another day for the baked goods to arrive, but due to our rather generous and sought-after arrangement, they've offered to pay the cost for the second transportation themselves. Thanks to our meal plan, we shouldn't experience any shortages though even with the delay. Her deck was placed in a small pouch at the side of her shorts, keeping all of her cards safe and sound. She was part of the modern generation with her deck being made exclusively of females. She liked to walk around with a curvy dragoness from time to time. She'd probably do it all day if they didn't arouse her so badly. She felt very passionate about her cards and they knew how to press her buttons a little too well. One exception to that rule was the beach though. With people like her and Jennifer Scott walking around, people tended to forget themselves. Probably the only place where you could just relax in the sun and not give a single shit about your bodily needs. And with the water being quite frisky during the night, there was nothing that kept people from being as lewd as they wanted to be, since the water swept it all away the next day anyways. Still, people like Maron made sure that littering the beach with garbage was punished harshly. Eggs were another thing. Her insect DNA had given her quite the fertile egg production. It was generally accepted that if you needed to lay, you needed to lay, but it was something you at least tried not to do outside. Indoors was fine though, so it often happened that with the amount of time Maron spent on work, she'd keep one of her drawers ready if she needed to lay. It was a rather big drawer though. With her eggs often being the size of Ostrich eggs, they could get quite troublesome sometimes. She thought she was pretty well off though. Some people with exotic DNA needed to lay dozens of small eggs at a time, something she really didn't want to experience. She could already feel her next egg readying itself for its descent, causing her to glance over at Chiyaku. she seemed occupied, staring out the window like that. Slowly reaching down with one of her left arms, she grabbed her shorts, pulling them slightly so her other left arm had enough space to slip in. Discretely sliding closer to the table so that her actions would be hidden from the front and side, she pushed, grimacing slightly. Laying was always so damn arousing. She felt the egg slowly descend, stretching her insides on its way down. She bit her lips, trying not to moan as her feminine lips began to stretch. She could already feel the hard surface pushing against her fingers, pushing as it plopped out of her with a satisfying pop. Gasping slightly, she swallowed slightly before lifting the egg up and putting it in the drawer, sliding it closed as quickly as she could. She'd have to get rid of it later, for now, she had work to do. Making sure her skimpy shorts sat correctly atop her wide hips, she forced her mind onto work to calm her impending erection, going through the remaining work she needed to do. She still needed to solve the problem with the toilets around school. With how much everyone, including herself seemed to put out, a bathtub would be more fitting than a tiny toilet and they were clogged pretty much every day. The girl Chiyaku stared at looked up at her, squinting her eyes slightly before turning back to where she was going. The girl rivaled Maron in curvature, and only wearing what looked like tight blue panties and a tight black top, it was hard not to notice. Her tight black thigh-high boots were probably the most decent thing about her. It was easy to guess why she didn't hang around the sleazy girls wanting to get a grab of the f-class Slifer Red. People had lost all respect for people of the lower class, even D was seeing hostility. But in a way, one could understand why so many wanted a firm grab of that girl. Walking around in panties slipping between her massive crack, pushed out by her flaccid manhood that looked positively ginormous.....it really got your blood pumping. Especially the collar around her neck. Soon though, the girl disappeared within the trees, fiddling with her duel disk. That was another thing about her, she was a great duelist. Her win rate was astronomical for someone of her Dorm and class and if Chiyaku ever managed to get demoted to A-class, she'd most likely be one of the representatives she'd have to face