The Empress of Ice
Shitpost Overlord
With one last deep suck, letting the bitter-sweet blood flood through his mouth, Ison let the blonde-haired beauty go. He had picked her up yesterday in a club not far from his new residence, she had been expecting something far beyond when they left together for a motel. Now he was staring at her unconscious self, laying on the cheap, uncomfortable bed like the rag she was. With a sigh he dwelled into her memories for the past two days and changed it accurately. All she would remember was getting picked up by a weird red head which left her in the middle of the act, stealing her money.
Smirking, he took the few hundred bucks in her wallet before walking out. He had a ten minutes run before he reached the dorms. Yes; he had enrolled in some kind of school of sorts to keep a low profile for awhile. One of his victims recognized him, she lived nearly three towns over. He frowned at his foolishness. His arrogance leading him to nothing but trouble.
Deciding to take his time before he was to play a student; slowing down his run. Loving the morning breeze as the scent of flowers and sweet nature hit him. But too soon he had arrived. The school didn´t seem to be of his liking but sadly one had to take what was given at the moment.
Determined, he ignored his surroundings. The passing students, the annoying scent of sweat, strong perfume and the most disturbing of them all; the scent of whatever cleaning supplies, their acid smell hitting him like a bullet train.
Entering the office, he greeted the secretary briefly while taking his key and schedule. He headed for his room in the second dorm and with a sigh he entered his room. It was bright and big; yet disturbingly there was two beds. Frowning he stared at his ´side´of the room to only see a few boxes on the floor. Shaking his head Ison sat at his bed; staring out the window to see the wide schoolyard.
Smirking, he took the few hundred bucks in her wallet before walking out. He had a ten minutes run before he reached the dorms. Yes; he had enrolled in some kind of school of sorts to keep a low profile for awhile. One of his victims recognized him, she lived nearly three towns over. He frowned at his foolishness. His arrogance leading him to nothing but trouble.
Deciding to take his time before he was to play a student; slowing down his run. Loving the morning breeze as the scent of flowers and sweet nature hit him. But too soon he had arrived. The school didn´t seem to be of his liking but sadly one had to take what was given at the moment.
Determined, he ignored his surroundings. The passing students, the annoying scent of sweat, strong perfume and the most disturbing of them all; the scent of whatever cleaning supplies, their acid smell hitting him like a bullet train.
Entering the office, he greeted the secretary briefly while taking his key and schedule. He headed for his room in the second dorm and with a sigh he entered his room. It was bright and big; yet disturbingly there was two beds. Frowning he stared at his ´side´of the room to only see a few boxes on the floor. Shaking his head Ison sat at his bed; staring out the window to see the wide schoolyard.
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