If, say, the public girls' bath or the girls' changing room is the place where the teenage boys dream to enter, then the girls' academy is the ideal sanctuary for the human and male creatures, between twenty and thirty years old.It is easy to understand, because with increasing age without stopping growing, the degree of metamorphosis of creatures called "men" also keeps increasing.Young and naive teenagers, young boys just wish to have a gentle superpower as harmless as invisibility, so they can gallantly enter the women's bath, enter the holy land without normally only dared to sneak a glance when passing by. There they will learn, increase their knowledge, there…But when they grow up, the beautiful innocent dream of the past also begins to degenerate, people will no longer be satisfied with the simple innocuous superpower of that year, the children of the past have become As a man begins to imagine things that are higher and more vibrating. For example, being the only male in an

"Yeah, I don't believe it." Vespera calmly replied.Zelda was stunned, seemingly frozen in place. The great hero of the past was invincible on the battlefield, his title was the Dark King, holding the most terrifying dark power in the world. army, even in the most difficult situation, no one has ever been confused , following that back will surely lead to victory. The figure of the past faded away, replaced by a lazy, indecent Vespera, hidden under a petty facade of cold indifference, as if he separated himself from the whole world by a frozen wall of ice.Even the comrades who had been born and died in the past no longer believed."Good! From tomorrow we start.”"Huh? Start with what?" Vespera looked up.“Of course, granting your wish, getting the whole academy pregnant.” Zelda gritted her teeth and stood up, her mage cloak falling, revealing her hot curves in her tight suit.“As a principal unable to protect her students, in the face of the absolute overwhelming power of that damned

The crimson sun peeked from beyond its resting place to illuminate, nothing... Nothing that held any value these days. Jared often wandered the streets of what used to be New York City, but only scavengers and mutated creatures roamed its streets. He stood on top of a rusted slag of metal that used to be the Statue of Liberty, or at least one version rebuilt over the years. Now, it was a melted heap of rusted iron; similar to most structures in the city. Somewhere around the year 2,500, 500 years ago, World War IV rendered most of the world an inhospitable wasteland. Only one in ten people survived in the aftermath. Before the fallout, wealthy billionaires created floating islands in the ocean that allowed people to survive. The remainder of the population were considered acceptable losses. Not everyone outside the islands died, but many of them wished they had. Pockets of survivors remained and even lived a comfortable life, but it wasn't until ten years ago that anyone

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die...Slowly, arms raised, Jared turned around. He expected to see an angry maw filled with razor sharp death descending toward him; Scarlet's promise not withstanding. Instead, all he saw were massive tree-trunk legs covered in blood-red scales.Jared swallowed hard and craned his neck up... Dang...Unprepared for the visage before him, Jared stood in shock. The dragon loomed imposing, magnificent, terrifying, and fantastical. He blinked a few times and felt like this was just a dream. How could such a creature exist in secrecy? Jared knew the answer from Scarlet's explanation of dragon's history, but it all seemed unbelievable that something so incredible stayed hidden for so long.The queen of fire dragons stood one hundred meters tall on her hind legs and had a wingspan that required Tristen to crane his head as far left and right as possible. Her scales, the color of fresh spilt blood, covered every inch of her body. Her underbelly appeared less armored.

"Scarlet move!" Jared screamed as he dove to the side, barely escaping the overgrown mountain of fur. Glancing behind him in mid-flight, he saw Scarlet narrowly avoided injury. He hit the ground with a crunch of bone. Not his bone, but a pile of bones and flesh in various stages of decomposition. The bones snapped under him and he felt a sharp jab into his shoulder as a shard of bone broke and embedded itself into his flesh.Jared rotated his arm, and the bone caught between his shoulder blade and rotator cuff. Rather than delay the inevitable, he reached behind him and ripped out the bone before he could second guess himself."AAAGGHHHH!" He felt blood trickle down his back, but he could move his arm and that was more important right now.SCARLET, WE NEED TO AVOID THIS THING WHILE I SHOOT FROM A DISTANCE. I DON'T THINK EITHER OF US WILL SURVIVE IN A PHYSICAL CONFRONTATION WITH THIS THING.Scarlet acknowledged his mental communications and darted around the room staying just ahead of