The best educational institution, a bright future, and you're enjoying a life full of exhilarating adventures: illegal racing, bookmaker bets, desperate AWOLs and fake IDs. But what to do if it suddenly turns out that you are the princess of Iristan, and your father has arrived to take you to your home planet and wants to marry you to the strongest of his warriors? A born master of tricks, deceptions and illegal commercial activities, cadet Kiran McWarras sincerely sympathized with her historical homeland. In the end, what is the right of the strongest and the knowledge of the symbionts of Iristan, against the natural harmfulness and extreme resourcefulness of the first-year cadets of the Space University?

Elena Zvezdnaya

A Warrior's Daughter, or Cadets Don't Give Up

Story one, hangover.

This day somehow didn’t work out from the very morning. To begin with, my friend Mika and I failed the test, and then out of grief we got drunk. Moreover, it was a bad zyuzya, the same zyuzya that on the second day it’s embarrassing and painful to remember, and it only hurts the stomach and even from laughing.

And so we, two completely drunk and giggling freshmen, burst into the apartment of Michaella’s older brother, because it would be stupid to barge into the dorm in such a state. In addition, Mika swore: “Ed is not in town, they are on field practice, they will return at the end of the week.”

And I believed it! And so we, giggling, began to undress in the hallway, after which I staggered into the bathroom, and Mika sort of went to look for a towel for me at her eldest’s residence.

And everything would have been fine, and I even managed to turn on the shower about the fifth time, and even started to wash myself, when suddenly:

— Defective navigator, last time, when I saw these breasts, they were much smaller.

Slowly sliding down the glass wall, I tried to focus my gaze on Michaella’s own and only brother. Edward Draig was great as always. In general, he was magnificent in everything, but in only sports trousers and with a bare torso he presented an absolutely stunning picture. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a narrow waist and, if not impressive, but very expressive muscles. Ed also had tanned almost bronze skin, a snow-white smile, bleached and therefore blond hair and incredible Blue eyes:

Needless to say, I was almost in love with him from the age of eleven. Ever since I first saw Miki at her birthday party. And at twelve, blushing, embarrassed and trembling with the realization of my courage, I confessed my love to him... bursting into his bedroom at night. By the way, he was not there alone. But he took me out into the corridor, squatted down, listened very carefully and assured: “Baby, let’s do this - I heard everything and understood everything, and we will definitely return to this conversation, but in… six years. Is it coming? By the way - I just don't care last week turned eighteen!

There was a knock on the door.

Ed, without taking his eyes off me, extended his hand and held the door, preventing the visitor from entering.

A dissatisfied voice was heard behind the door:

- Who? Wasn’t Mika the only one who stumbled in here drunk?

“Nope,” Edward still continued to look at me, “with a friend.”

“Yeah,” Mika’s brother’s smile became frankly frivolous.

- Judging by the verbosity of your answers, she is also completely naked.

Ed didn’t respond to this, but chuckled meaningfully and locked the bathroom door.

Rapidly sobering up, I looked in horror at the hero of my childhood fantasies, who, judging by his darkened gaze, was about to realize very adult fantasies. Slowly, somehow leisurely, Edward came up to me and... extended his hand.

-Can you get up on your own? - he asked, holding back a smile.

As if spellbound, I continue to look at him in fear, covering everything I could with my hands.

“Kir,” he smiled widely, “Kiran, everything I wanted, I already saw, seriously.” I stood here for ten minutes before I could say a word.

Despite the fumes of alcohol, I begin to blush rapidly.

“Baby,” he carefully took my hand and pulled me up, forcing me to stand up. And as soon as I straightened up, he carefully held me by the waist, since my legs seemed to have decided to take a time out. - That's it, I'll hold it. Now let's wash you, otherwise the eyelashes are on your cheeks for a long time, and the lipstick is on your chin. By the way, are we going to wash our hair?

I closed my eyes completely from shame, unable to say anything.

“Okay,” his gentle lips lightly and carefully touched mine, “we’ll wash you all off.”

This book is part of a series of books:

The best school, a bright future, and you enjoy a life full of breathtaking adventures: illegal races, bookmaker bets, desperate AWOLs and fake IDs. But what to do if it suddenly turns out that you are the princess of Iristan, and your father has arrived to take you to your home planet and wants to marry you to the strongest of his warriors?

A born master of tricks, deceptions and illegal commercial activities, cadet Kiran McWarras sincerely sympathized with her historical homeland. In the end, what is the right of the strongest and the knowledge of the symbionts of Iristan against the natural harmfulness and extreme resourcefulness of the first-year cadets of the Space University?

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Excerpt
This day somehow didn’t work out from the very morning. To begin with, my friend Mika and I failed the test, and then out of grief we got drunk. Moreover, it was a bad zyuzya, the same zyuzya that on the second day it’s very, very embarrassing to remember.

And so we, two completely drunk and giggling freshmen, burst into the apartment of Michaella’s older brother, because it would be stupid to barge into the dorm in such a state. In addition, Mika swore: “Ed is not in town, they are on field practice, they will return at the end of the week.” And I believed it! And so we, giggling, began to undress in the hallway, after which I, staggering, went to the bathroom, and Mika sort of went to look for a towel for me at her eldest’s residence.

And everything would have been fine, and I even managed to turn on the shower about the fifth time, and even started to wash myself, when suddenly, somewhere very nearby, it sounded:

– Defective navigator, the last time I saw these breasts, they were much smaller.

Slowly sliding down the glass wall, I tried to focus my gaze on Michaella’s own and only brother. It was difficult to focus his gaze, and the reason turned out to be not so much because of his shortness, but because Edward Ddraig was magnificent. In general, he was magnificent in everything, but in only sports trousers and with a bare torso he presented an absolutely stunning picture. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a narrow waist and, if not impressive, but very expressive muscles. And Ed also has tanned, almost bronze skin, a snow-white smile, bleached and therefore blond hair and incredible blue eyes... Needless to say, I’ve been almost in love with him since I was eleven. Ever since I first saw Miki at her birthday party. And at twelve, blushing, embarrassed and trembling with the realization of my courage, I confessed my love to him... bursting into his bedroom at night. By the way, he was not there alone. But he took me out into the corridor, squatted down, listened very carefully and assured: “Baby, let’s do this - I heard everything and understood everything, and we will definitely return to this conversation, but in… six years. Is it coming? By the way, I just turned eighteen last week.

There was a knock on the door.

Ed, without taking his eyes off me, extended his hand and held the door, preventing the visitor from entering.

A dissatisfied voice was heard behind the door:

- Who?! Was Mika not the only one who stumbled in here drunk?

“Nope,” Edward still continued to look at me, “with a friend.”

- Yeah. – Mika’s brother’s smile became frankly frivolous.

– Judging by the verbosity of your answers, she is also completely naked.

Ed didn’t respond to this, but chuckled meaningfully and locked the bathroom door.

Rapidly sobering up, I looked in horror at the hero of my childhood fantasies, who, judging by his darkened gaze, was about to realize very adult fantasies. Slowly, somehow leisurely, Edward came up to me and... extended his hand.

Elena Zvezdnaya

The right of the strongest. Warrior's daughter. Warrior's Bride

A WARRIOR'S DAUGHTER OR THE CADETS DON'T GIVE UP

Story one, hangover

This day somehow didn’t work out from the very morning. To begin with, my friend Mika and I failed the test, and then out of grief we got drunk. Moreover, it was a bad zyuzya, the same zyuzya that on the second day it’s very, very embarrassing to remember.

And so we, two completely drunk and giggling freshmen, burst into the apartment of Michaella’s older brother, because it would be stupid to barge into the dorm in such a state. In addition, Mika swore: “Ed is not in town, they are on field practice, they will return at the end of the week.” And I believed it! And so we, giggling, began to undress in the hallway, after which I, staggering, went to the bathroom, and Mika sort of went to look for a towel for me at her eldest’s residence.

And everything would have been fine, and I even managed to turn on the shower about the fifth time, and even started to wash myself, when suddenly, somewhere very nearby, it sounded:

Defective navigator, the last time I saw these breasts they were much smaller.

Slowly sliding down the glass wall, I tried to focus my gaze on Michaella’s own and only brother. It was difficult to focus his gaze, and the reason turned out to be not so much because of his shortness, but because Edward Ddraig was magnificent. In general, he was magnificent in everything, but in only sports trousers and with a bare torso he presented an absolutely stunning picture. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a narrow waist and, if not impressive, but very expressive muscles. And Ed also has tanned, almost bronze skin, a snow-white smile, bleached and therefore blond hair and incredible blue eyes... Needless to say, I’ve been almost in love with him since I was eleven. Ever since I first saw Miki at her birthday party. And at twelve, blushing, embarrassed and trembling with the realization of my courage, I confessed my love to him... bursting into his bedroom at night. By the way, he was not there alone. But he took me out into the corridor, squatted down, listened very carefully and assured: “Baby, let’s do this - I heard everything and understood everything, and we will definitely return to this conversation, but in… six years. Is it coming? By the way, I just turned eighteen last week.

There was a knock on the door.

Ed, without taking his eyes off me, extended his hand and held the door, preventing the visitor from entering.

A dissatisfied voice was heard behind the door:

Who?! Was Mika not the only one who stumbled in here drunk?

Nope,” Edward still continued to look at me, “with a friend.”

Yeah. - Mika’s brother’s smile became frankly frivolous.

Judging by the verbosity of your answers, she is also completely naked.

Ed didn’t respond to this, but chuckled meaningfully and locked the bathroom door.

Rapidly sobering up, I looked in horror at the hero of my childhood fantasies, who, judging by his darkened gaze, was about to realize very adult fantasies. Slowly, somehow leisurely, Edward came up to me and... extended his hand.

Can you get up on your own? - holding back a smile, he asked.

As if spellbound, I continue to look at Ed in fear, trying to cover myself with my hands.

Kir,” he smiled widely, “Kiran, everything I wanted, I already saw, seriously.” I stood here for ten minutes before I could utter a word.

Despite the fumes of alcohol, I begin to blush rapidly.

“Baby,” he carefully took my hand and pulled me up, forcing me to stand up. And as soon as I straightened up, he held me by the waist, since my legs seemed to have decided to take a time out. - That's it, I'm holding it. Now let's wash you, otherwise the eyelashes are on your cheeks for a long time, and the lipstick is on your chin. By the way, are we going to wash our hair?

I closed my eyes completely from shame, unable to say anything.

Okay,” his tender lips lightly and carefully touched mine, “we’ll wash you all.”

And the water immediately became warmer.

Everything else seemed like a strange unreal dream, in which they washed me carefully and carefully, barely touching my private parts, but showering kisses on my shoulders, back, hair... And at some point I simply passed out, either under the influence of alcohol, or because that the shampoo had already been washed out of my hair and they were trying to persuade me to open my eyes.

Cyrus, I’m dying...” Mikin’s hoarse voice moaned.

Considering that her moan tore me out of a wonderful dream in which I indulged in hygienic procedures in the company of her older brother, the only response to Mika’s remark was to throw a pillow at her.

“I missed,” answered my friend melancholy, who had long been accustomed to my morning exercises in artillery art.

The failure was upsetting, but not to the point of waking up. Decisively turning on the other side, I closed my eyes, hoping that the dream with an erotic slant would take pity and return.

But the dream did not return. Even when, moaning and cursing yesterday’s twelfth cocktail, which was clearly unnecessary, Mika stood up and left the room. Moreover, just when she came out, I suddenly felt very unwell... Because the door in our room creaks so disgustingly, but now there was no creaking!

And this could only mean one thing - we are not in a dorm!

It gets worse. A quiet sound of footsteps, someone sat down next to my bed, after which the T-shirt from my shoulder was slightly pulled down, pulling the fabric off, and the lips that I had so shamelessly dreamed of all night began to carefully kiss, and then Ed’s voice was heard:

Baby, how are you? No headache? Would you like some coffee?

The events of last night began to gain clarity, bringing an incredible realization - it seems that the erotic dream was not a dream at all. This was confirmed by cheerful laughter, and then affectionate:

Kiran, you are not sleeping - when they sleep, they do not blush with embarrassment. Get up, I'm alone in the apartment, so you can wear a T-shirt. By the way, do you have a headache?

No... - I moaned, burying my head in the sheet.

That’s good,” they patted me on the back, “get up, it’s late.”

And he left.

Oh, mom... - I moaned, feeling myself starting to burn with shame.

I remember with horror that there, on the floor of the bathroom, my stockings, panties and bra were left lying there... What a nightmare!

Kir, are you getting up? - Mika’s scream was heard from somewhere in the depths of this far from small apartment.

“No,” I muttered, remaining lying there.

I was not given time to engage in self-criticism. Mikaella showed up, pulled the blanket off me, and then started complaining:

Kir, well, Kir, well, get up, otherwise he will kill me.

Who is he? - I stubbornly continue to cover my face with my hands.

Edward,” Mika sat down on the bed with a sorrowful groan. - They were here yesterday - Ed, Vic and some others from their graduation year, I don’t know them. And then we burst in, you even went to the bathroom, and I undressed and stomped into the kitchen, and they were there... that’s it.

Painfully straining her memory, she tried to remember to what extent Mika had managed to undress... she remembered that her skirt had slipped off in the hallway.

She raised her head and looked at her upset friend. Michaela answered me with a look full of remorse, after which she whispered:

At first they were taken aback, and then Ed jumped up, in a second he pulled off his T-shirt, and in the next second he put it on me...

I felt sorry for Mika. It’s a pity, but even sympathy didn’t stop me from giggling quietly when I imagined this picture! That's why he burst into the bathroom wearing only his trousers!

“She’s funny,” her friend was indignant, but she also started laughing. Then she shared the details: “It’s good that I only managed to unfasten the bodice, but haven’t taken it off yet.” But stockings, garters and our black lace panties...

Poor guys,” I groaned, continuing to make titanic efforts to not laugh too loudly. - How many were there?

Elena Zvezdnaya

A Warrior's Daughter, or Cadets Don't Give Up

The first story

hangover

This day somehow didn’t work out from the very morning. To begin with, my friend Mika and I failed the test, and then out of grief we got drunk. Moreover, it was a bad zyuzya, the same zyuzya that on the second day it’s very, very embarrassing to remember.

And so we, two completely drunk and giggling freshmen, burst into the apartment of Michaella’s older brother, because it would be stupid to barge into the dorm in such a state. In addition, Mika swore: “Ed is not in town, they are on field practice, they will return at the end of the week.” And I believed it! And so we, giggling, began to undress in the hallway, after which I, staggering, went to the bathroom, and Mika sort of went to look for a towel for me at her eldest’s residence.

And everything would have been fine, and I even managed to turn on the shower about the fifth time, and even started to wash myself, when suddenly, somewhere very nearby, it sounded:

Defective navigator, the last time I saw these breasts they were much smaller.

Slowly sliding down the glass wall, I tried to focus my gaze on Michaella’s own and only brother. It was difficult to focus his gaze, and the reason turned out to be not so much because of his shortness, but because Edward Ddraig was magnificent. In general, he was magnificent in everything, but in only sports trousers and with a bare torso he presented an absolutely stunning picture. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a narrow waist and, if not impressive, but very expressive muscles. And Ed also has tanned, almost bronze skin, a snow-white smile, bleached and therefore blond hair and incredible blue eyes... Needless to say, I’ve been almost in love with him since I was eleven. Ever since I first saw Miki at her birthday party. And at twelve, blushing, embarrassed and trembling with the realization of my courage, I confessed my love to him... bursting into his bedroom at night. By the way, he was not there alone. But he took me out into the corridor, squatted down, listened very carefully and assured: “Baby, let’s do this - I heard everything and understood everything, and we will definitely return to this conversation, but in… six years. Is it coming? By the way, I just turned eighteen last week.

There was a knock on the door.

Ed, without taking his eyes off me, extended his hand and held the door, preventing the visitor from entering.

A dissatisfied voice was heard behind the door:

Who?! Was Mika not the only one who stumbled in here drunk?

Nope,” Edward still continued to look at me, “with a friend.”

Yeah. - Mika’s brother’s smile became frankly frivolous.

Judging by the verbosity of your answers, she is also completely naked.

Ed didn’t respond to this, but chuckled meaningfully and locked the bathroom door.

Rapidly sobering up, I looked in horror at the hero of my childhood fantasies, who, judging by his darkened gaze, was about to realize very adult fantasies. Slowly, somehow leisurely, Edward came up to me and... extended his hand.

Can you get up on your own? - holding back a smile, he asked.

As if spellbound, I continue to look at Ed in fear, trying to cover myself with my hands.

Kir,” he smiled widely, “Kiran, everything I wanted, I already saw, seriously.” I stood here for ten minutes before I could utter a word.

Despite the fumes of alcohol, I begin to blush rapidly.

“Baby,” he carefully took my hand and pulled me up, forcing me to stand up. And as soon as I straightened up, he held me by the waist, since my legs seemed to have decided to take a time out. - That's it, I'm holding it. Now let's wash you, otherwise the eyelashes are on your cheeks for a long time, and the lipstick is on your chin. By the way, are we going to wash our hair?

I closed my eyes completely from shame, unable to say anything.

Okay,” his tender lips lightly and carefully touched mine, “we’ll wash you all.”

And the water immediately became warmer.

Everything else seemed like a strange unreal dream, in which they washed me carefully and carefully, barely touching my private parts, but showering kisses on my shoulders, back, hair... And at some point I simply passed out, either under the influence of alcohol, or because that the shampoo had already been washed out of my hair and they were trying to persuade me to open my eyes.

* * *

Cyrus, I’m dying...” Mikin’s hoarse voice moaned.

Considering that her moan tore me out of a wonderful dream in which I indulged in hygienic procedures in the company of her older brother, the only response to Mika’s remark was to throw a pillow at her.

“I missed,” answered my friend melancholy, long accustomed to my morning exercises in artillery art.

The failure was upsetting, but not to the point of waking up. Decisively turning on the other side, I closed my eyes, hoping that the dream with an erotic slant would take pity and return.

But the dream did not return. Even when, moaning and cursing yesterday’s twelfth cocktail, which was clearly unnecessary, Mika stood up and left the room. Moreover, just when she came out, I suddenly felt very unwell... Because the door in our room creaks so disgustingly, but now there was no creaking!

And this could only mean one thing - we are not in a dorm!

It gets worse. A quiet sound of footsteps, someone sat down next to my bed, after which the T-shirt from my shoulder was slightly pulled down, pulling the fabric off, and the lips that I had so shamelessly dreamed of all night began to carefully kiss, and then Ed’s voice was heard:

Baby, how are you? No headache? Would you like some coffee?

The events of last night began to gain clarity, bringing an incredible realization - it seems that the erotic dream was not a dream at all. This was confirmed by cheerful laughter, and then affectionate:

Kiran, you are not sleeping - when they sleep, they do not blush with embarrassment. Get up, I'm alone in the apartment, so you can wear a T-shirt. By the way, do you have a headache?

No... - I moaned, burying my head in the sheet.

That’s good,” they patted me on the back, “get up, it’s late.”

And he left.

Oh, mom... - I moaned, feeling myself starting to burn with shame.

I remember with horror that there, on the floor of the bathroom, my stockings, panties and bra were left lying there... What a nightmare!

Kir, are you getting up? - Mika’s scream was heard from somewhere in the depths of this far from small apartment.

“No,” I muttered, remaining lying there.

I was not given time to engage in self-criticism. Mikaella showed up, pulled the blanket off me, and then started complaining:

Kir, well, Kir, well, get up, otherwise he will kill me.

Who is he? - I stubbornly continue to cover my face with my hands.

Edward,” Mika sat down on the bed with a sorrowful groan. - They were here yesterday - Ed, Vic and some others from their graduation year, I don’t know them. And then we burst in, you even went to the bathroom, and I undressed and stomped into the kitchen, and they were there... that’s it.

Painfully straining her memory, she tried to remember to what extent Mika had managed to undress... she remembered that her skirt had slipped off in the hallway.

She raised her head and looked at her upset friend. Michaela answered me with a look full of remorse, after which she whispered:

At first they were taken aback, and then Ed jumped up, in a second he pulled off his T-shirt, and in the next second he put it on me...

I felt sorry for Mika. It’s a pity, but even sympathy didn’t stop me from giggling quietly when I imagined this picture! That's why he burst into the bathroom wearing only his trousers!

“She’s funny,” her friend was indignant, but she also started laughing. Then she shared the details: “It’s good that I only managed to unfasten the bodice, but haven’t taken it off yet.” But stockings, garters and our black lace panties...

Poor guys,” I groaned, continuing to make titanic efforts to not laugh too loudly. - How many were there?

Ten people. - Mika suddenly smiled. - You know, for some reason Ed is not very angry, I thought it would be worse.

I was trying not to think about Edward. I have never been so ashamed before.

Let's go have breakfast. - Mika stood up and pulled me by the hand. - Let's go, I'm afraid to go there alone.

“I’m scared to go there with you,” I admitted. - Maybe we can quietly get dressed and go back to the dorm, huh?

A good idea, but who will let me go without reading the notations? - Michaela looked sadly at the doors. - Kir, let's go...

I shake my head stubbornly and negatively. For some reason, I have no desire to see Edward.

Well, please, please,” the friend begged, and her blue eyes became so pleading.

This always works on me, which Mika shamelessly takes advantage of.

I had to get up and stomp after her, most of all dreaming of falling through somewhere. I didn’t have any underwear on, but my T-shirt reached almost to my knees, but that didn’t stop me from reflexively trying to pull it even lower.

Edward Ddraig's apartment was huge - four bedrooms, two bathrooms, the second having a jacuzzi the size of a small swimming pool, a large living room and a kitchen combined with a dining room. It was the second time in my life that I found myself here, the first time was when Mika and I, at fourteen, came to the capital for a concert of a super-fashionable band and Ed was our nanny for a day. By the way, then, as far as I remember, there was...

Elena Zvezdnaya

A WARRIOR'S DAUGHTER OR THE CADETS DON'T GIVE UP

Story one, hangover

This day somehow didn’t work out from the very morning. To begin with, my friend Mika and I failed the test, and then out of grief we got drunk. Moreover, it was a bad zyuzya, the same zyuzya that on the second day it’s very, very embarrassing to remember.

And so we, two completely drunk and giggling freshmen, burst into the apartment of Michaella’s older brother, because it would be stupid to barge into the dorm in such a state. In addition, Mika swore: “Ed is not in town, they are on field practice, they will return at the end of the week.” And I believed it! And so we, giggling, began to undress in the hallway, after which I, staggering, went to the bathroom, and Mika sort of went to look for a towel for me at her eldest’s residence.

And everything would have been fine, and I even managed to turn on the shower about the fifth time, and even started to wash myself, when suddenly, somewhere very nearby, it sounded:

Defective navigator, the last time I saw these breasts they were much smaller.

Slowly sliding down the glass wall, I tried to focus my gaze on Michaella’s own and only brother. It was difficult to focus his gaze, and the reason turned out to be not so much because of his shortness, but because Edward Ddraig was magnificent. In general, he was magnificent in everything, but in only sports trousers and with a bare torso he presented an absolutely stunning picture. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a narrow waist and, if not impressive, but very expressive muscles. And Ed also has tanned, almost bronze skin, a snow-white smile, bleached and therefore blond hair and incredible blue eyes... Needless to say, I’ve been almost in love with him since I was eleven. Ever since I first saw Miki at her birthday party. And at twelve, blushing, embarrassed and trembling with the realization of my courage, I confessed my love to him... bursting into his bedroom at night. By the way, he was not there alone. But he took me out into the corridor, squatted down, listened very carefully and assured: “Baby, let’s do this - I heard everything and understood everything, and we will definitely return to this conversation, but in… six years. Is it coming? By the way, I just turned eighteen last week.

There was a knock on the door.

Ed, without taking his eyes off me, extended his hand and held the door, preventing the visitor from entering.

A dissatisfied voice was heard behind the door:

Who?! Was Mika not the only one who stumbled in here drunk?

Nope,” Edward still continued to look at me, “with a friend.”

Yeah. - Mika’s brother’s smile became frankly frivolous.

Judging by the verbosity of your answers, she is also completely naked.

Ed didn’t respond to this, but chuckled meaningfully and locked the bathroom door.

Rapidly sobering up, I looked in horror at the hero of my childhood fantasies, who, judging by his darkened gaze, was about to realize very adult fantasies. Slowly, somehow leisurely, Edward came up to me and... extended his hand.

Can you get up on your own? - holding back a smile, he asked.

As if spellbound, I continue to look at Ed in fear, trying to cover myself with my hands.

Kir,” he smiled widely, “Kiran, everything I wanted, I already saw, seriously.” I stood here for ten minutes before I could utter a word.

Despite the fumes of alcohol, I begin to blush rapidly.

“Baby,” he carefully took my hand and pulled me up, forcing me to stand up. And as soon as I straightened up, he held me by the waist, since my legs seemed to have decided to take a time out. - That's it, I'm holding it. Now let's wash you, otherwise the eyelashes are on your cheeks for a long time, and the lipstick is on your chin. By the way, are we going to wash our hair?

I closed my eyes completely from shame, unable to say anything.

Okay,” his tender lips lightly and carefully touched mine, “we’ll wash you all.”

And the water immediately became warmer.

Everything else seemed like a strange unreal dream, in which they washed me carefully and carefully, barely touching my private parts, but showering kisses on my shoulders, back, hair... And at some point I simply passed out, either under the influence of alcohol, or because that the shampoo had already been washed out of my hair and they were trying to persuade me to open my eyes.

Cyrus, I’m dying...” Mikin’s hoarse voice moaned.

Considering that her moan tore me out of a wonderful dream in which I indulged in hygienic procedures in the company of her older brother, the only response to Mika’s remark was to throw a pillow at her.

“I missed,” answered my friend melancholy, long accustomed to my morning exercises in artillery art.

The failure was upsetting, but not to the point of waking up. Decisively turning on the other side, I closed my eyes, hoping that the dream with an erotic slant would take pity and return.

But the dream did not return. Even when, moaning and cursing yesterday’s twelfth cocktail, which was clearly unnecessary, Mika stood up and left the room. Moreover, just when she came out, I suddenly felt very unwell... Because the door in our room creaks so disgustingly, but now there was no creaking!

And this could only mean one thing - we are not in a dorm!

It gets worse. A quiet sound of footsteps, someone sat down next to my bed, after which the T-shirt from my shoulder was slightly pulled down, pulling the fabric off, and the lips that I had so shamelessly dreamed of all night began to carefully kiss, and then Ed’s voice was heard:

Baby, how are you? No headache? Would you like some coffee?

The events of last night began to gain clarity, bringing an incredible realization - it seems that the erotic dream was not a dream at all. This was confirmed by cheerful laughter, and then affectionate:

Kiran, you are not sleeping - when they sleep, they do not blush with embarrassment. Get up, I'm alone in the apartment, so you can wear a T-shirt. By the way, do you have a headache?

No... - I moaned, burying my head in the sheet.

That’s good,” they patted me on the back, “get up, it’s late.”

And he left.

Oh, mom... - I moaned, feeling myself starting to burn with shame.

I remember with horror that there, on the floor of the bathroom, my stockings, panties and bra were left lying there... What a nightmare!

Kir, are you getting up? - Mika’s scream was heard from somewhere in the depths of this far from small apartment.

“No,” I muttered, remaining lying there.

I was not given time to engage in self-criticism. Mikaella showed up, pulled the blanket off me, and then started complaining:

Kir, well, Kir, well, get up, otherwise he will kill me.

Who is he? - I stubbornly continue to cover my face with my hands.

Edward,” Mika sat down on the bed with a sorrowful groan. - They were here yesterday - Ed, Vic and some others from their graduation year, I don’t know them. And then we burst in, you even went to the bathroom, and I undressed and stomped into the kitchen, and they were there... that’s it.

Painfully straining her memory, she tried to remember to what extent Mika had managed to undress... she remembered that her skirt had slipped off in the hallway.

She raised her head and looked at her upset friend. Michaela answered me with a look full of remorse, after which she whispered:

At first they were taken aback, and then Ed jumped up, in a second he pulled off his T-shirt, and in the next second he put it on me...

I felt sorry for Mika. It’s a pity, but even sympathy didn’t stop me from giggling quietly when I imagined this picture! That's why he burst into the bathroom wearing only his trousers!

“She’s funny,” her friend was indignant, but she also started laughing. Then she shared the details: “It’s good that I only managed to unfasten the bodice, but haven’t taken it off yet.” But stockings, garters and our black lace panties...

Poor guys,” I groaned, continuing to make titanic efforts to not laugh too loudly. - How many were there?

Ten people. - Mika suddenly smiled. - You know, for some reason Ed is not very angry, I thought it would be worse.

I was trying not to think about Edward. I have never been so ashamed before.

Let's go have breakfast. - Mika stood up and pulled me by the hand. - Let's go, I'm afraid to go there alone.

“I’m scared to go there with you,” I admitted. - Maybe we can quietly get dressed and go back to the dorm, huh?

A good idea, but who will let me go without reading the notations? - Michaela looked sadly at the doors. - Kir, let's go...

I shake my head stubbornly and negatively. For some reason, I have no desire to see Edward.

Well, please, please,” the friend begged, and her blue eyes became so pleading.

This always works on me, which Mika shamelessly takes advantage of.

I had to get up and stomp after her, most of all dreaming of falling through somewhere. I didn’t have any underwear on, but my T-shirt reached almost to my knees, but that didn’t stop me from reflexively trying to pull it even lower.