Page 22 of The Gargoyle in the College

A living gargoyle... and I somehow managed to take his massive cock... None of that makes sense.

The window is closed, almost as if nothing happened.

But...

It feels real.

The gargoyle, Gisett, right? He’s not fake.

If I think about him hard enough...

“Do you miss me?”

I flinch and spin around to find the empty room staring back at me.

“Hehe... It’s me. You wake up, huh?”

I take a breath, slowly letting it out. “So, it’s real. You’re real and the night was real.”

“Yes. Looks like you’ve gotten the hack. Just think about me hard enough and project your thoughts my way.”

Well... I suppose it means that I have to learn to keep some thoughts to myself then, otherwise, it’s going to be weird. “Is this the way mythical beings, like, different species of them communicate?”

“I’m just a gargoyle, so I’m not sure. But between gargoyles, this is good.”

“I can see that.”

I stare at the window harder, narrowing my eyes to make out the statue, where Gisett is at. It is foggy out there, so my attempt is pretty futile. “How are you doing out there?”

“Wet and moist.”

My cheeks grow hot at that. It sounds like something else...

He continues, “Not in a good way. Are you heading for the lesson soon? Maybe I should leave you to your day.”

“Is there an effective distance for this talking?”

“No, it’s wherever we want.”

“I see. I have to get going before it is too late.”

“I’ll talk to you later.”

There seems to be a buzz in my chest as if saying that this is the right thing to do.

I pick out my clothes and put them on, letting out a sigh as my sore limbs complain and moan. Maybe having sex that’s too intense is not good for me.

But when he had his way with me, I didn’t want him to stop.

It took a while for me to make myself presentable again. At least I woke up early enough for everything.

I pack my backpack and open the door, peeking at the corridor. I should get to know others and try to be friendly with everyone, but part of me just wants to make it through the corridor without running into anyone even though I’ll be running into people sooner rather than later.

“Good morning!”

Holly fuck...

I force a smile when another student is going down the corridor. “Morning! Are you heading to lessons too?”

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