Chapter 16: The International Treaty

Are you mad!? I will fucking get caught!

Having emerged from my hiding spot, I am already out of the dressing room.

[Oh, come on! Are you going to pussy out now? Just think of the treasure inside!]

You speak like an evil villain from a pirate movie. What if they catch me, huh? I have never gone that far ever!

[Well, I won’t say there is no risk. But just imagine the glossy bodies of Layla and Maya dripping wet with soap and water! Think of how sexy they must look, rubbing their perfect tits, asses, and thighs! You might even catch a glimpse of them spreading their tiny pussies to clean properly…]

…

Okay, let’s do this!

[That’s more like it!]

Carefully, I turn back and put my hand on the doorknob.

[Yes… That’s right… just a little push and you can finally watch…]

The door opens quietly and I take a step forward to look inside—

*SLIP*

“AAAAH!”

“IYAAAN!”

My leg slips under the surprisingly wet floor of the dressing room, making me fall forward.

…

… what is this feeling?

I wait for my face to slam against the cold and hard floor, but the feeling never comes. Instead, I seem to have fallen on something really soft and squishy. It is also really slippery and wet. With my vision blocked, I cannot tell what this soft surface is, but I do feel a small and slightly protruding thing pressing on my lips. Instinctively, I move my hands up to feel it up.

Wow, it’s so smooth…

“Ahn…” a feminine moan startles me.

Don’t tell me...

A split second later, I realize what I’ve fallen onto— or I should say, whom. With my hands still in place, I push down to quickly lift up my upper body.

Fuck…

Lying under me in a completely wet, naked, and vulnerable state is Maya. The tip of our noses are just inches away from each other, and this is the time I notice that I still haven’t removed my hands from her tits (which are as soft as a marshmallow). Her nipples, which are a bit hard, are now peeking from between my two fingers.

To add to this disastrous situation, I find my right knee tightly pressed against her bare crotch, rubbing against it with the ever-slightest motion.

Maya and I keep looking into each other’s eyes for a solid few seconds. The pure shock in her eyes is foreboding. And although her cheeks have gone rosy and her breathing appears to quicken, I cannot find it hot at all. This is scary. Her thin lips slightly part as if she is about to say something before—

“J-Jacob?” Another voice distracts her.

I look up with a jerk to find Layla standing there. She, too, is completely naked, her glossy, soap-covered busty body in full display. From this angle, I even get a clear-cut view of her crotch. But again, I don’t find this exciting in the least.

We all keep staring at each other for a wild moment before Maya suddenly shrieks-

“GET OFF!”

“500…600…700…”

Sitting down on my bed, I am currently busy counting the wad of cash in my hands. My room is on the upper floor, next to Maya’s. It is decently sized with a cozy bed, a small TV, a wooden closet, and a study table. The walls are covered with (hot) pictures of my favorite actresses and models. There are some study charts and schedules pinned here and there as well that Layla forced me to put years back. Apart from a few empty cardboard boxes and soda bottles, it can be considered clean as well.

“1900… 2000…”

[Imagine if you had fallen on Layla! The landing would’ve been even softer!]

“…2500…2600…”

[And I don’t mean to say that it wasn’t good with Maya. I am sure those tits of hers are no joke, even while attached to her petite body. But I am telling you, it’s a loss for humanity that you didn’t suck on her nipples when you had the chance…]

“…3900…4000…”

[And man, don’t even get me started on the dinner. It was so awkward! Maya was pretty much fuming. Layla didn’t exactly look ecstatic either. You should be glad they allowed you to have food today—]

Can you shut the fuck up? I am doing something here.

[Okay, okay…geez!]

It’s been a few hours since the whole bathroom fiasco. After that, I apologized to both Maya and Layla profoundly. I even told them some made-up excuses I brainstormed on the spot (which they may or may not have believed. After that, I stayed shut in my room to let things calm down until dinner— which was, as the system said, awkward as hell.

The first thing I did at the dining table was to tell them my excuse again, this time minus the inconsistencies and with more confidence. Something along the lines of ‘Oh, I forgot my shirt in the dressing room and had to get it. Didn’t know you guys would be inside.’

I think Layla bought it because she gave me an understanding smile. Maya looked suspicious but I think it worked on somewhat. True, she didn’t speak as much as she usually does, and turned red every time I asked her to pass me something, but I think she will be fine.

Thankfully, I had a stroke of brilliance and turned on the television, the breaking news serving as a much-needed distraction. Layla and Maya didn’t know what had happened at the WST last night as they were too busy worrying about my whereabouts. Neither did they hear about the emergency USDCA conference. So unsurprisingly, they expressed their utter shock before gluing themselves to the television.

“Okay, so I have around 5000 Yeux,” I declare proudly.

[5000? I don’t know your currency’s value. Is it enough to hire some hoes?]

Should be. It’s a lot of money after all. I’ve been saving for the last 3 years.

[For what?]

… To secure my future.

[You filthy liar! Hehe, I can make a guess, though. You were collecting this to do exactly what we’re going to anyway, right? Lose your virginity!]

… yes.

[I am so proud of you!]

Making someone like you proud is not an achievement.

[Anyway, let’s talk about how you are going to level up—]

*BANG*

All of a sudden, the door of my room bursts open and Layla enters inside. She got an extremely worried look on her face.

“Jacob, come down to the living room with me!” she says urgently, looking very anxious.

“Why? What happened?”

“Just come!” Without waiting further, she grabs my hand and pulls me off the bed.

Wow, it’s rare for Layla to be this forceful.

Matching her pace, I rush down to the living room with her. I notice Maya still standing behind the sofa, staring at the TV looking every bit as worried as Layla.

What is going on?

With my confusion at its peak, I focus on the TV as well, only to find the familiar face of the reporter I saw in the morning. And immediately, I can tell something big has happened. He looks more serious than ever before.

[The emergency USDCA conference was finished an hour ago. Following the event, the government has just now issued some documents to the press, informing us about the matters that were discussed…]

The reporter pauses and drinks some water, taking a deep breath before continuing.

[Most unexpectedly, a new international treaty has been signed. According to this treaty, students living in all the system-dependent countries who have acquired their systems—that is to say, are 18 years of age or older, are now required to partake in a newly sanctioned foreign student exchange program. They will be attending the schools of these foreign nations to learn for a few months.]

[Now, the information regarding this treaty is very brief. The reason given for this sudden decision of theirs is to improve foreign relations and whatnot. But in light of the recent events, it sounds like nothing more than an excuse. The actual reason remains unknown, but according to our experts, the situation is clear…]

[… we think everything is connected! The current condition of the WST must have something to do with the System ceremony that took place yesterday, and the leaders must be desperate to find clues among those students…]

[… and this student exchange program? Well, we believe it is nothing but a clever way to secretly study their system!]