Back in class, Jess felt as though she would explode at any second. Her face could have passed for a ripe tomato, while her hands grasped at one another beneath her desk. She kept her head low, eyes trained solely on the table before her. 'You know you're really cute when you're embarrassed," why the hell had she said that, and kissed the princess of all futanari at that? It was only on the cheek, but still the feeling lingered on her lips. Though she knew it wasn't entirely her fault as the princess sat next to her, within easy reach.
Jess glanced around the room. Everyone, save for Kyodai and the teacher, was staring right at her. It was like their eyes were trying to burrow holes into her. She couldn't blame them. Jess would've reacted similarly if she had seen it from their perspective. Who in their right mind turns down the princess of the Futanari Kingdom? All she had to do to answer her unspoken question was look in a mirror, or down at herself.
"Why?" She groaned under her breath. Jess wasn't happy with being almost totally ignored by her classmates, wanting to make friends and have a social life but why did she have to do something so... wrong to get any attention. The news would've spread around the school, to students and faculty alike, about what had happened. Everyone would stare just like they were now. She couldn't even change schools to get away now, since the incident would no doubt be everywhere before the week was out.
But, Jess reminded herself, it wasn't all bad. Unbidden, her eyes glanced once to her side, where Kyodai sat with her gaze firmly planted towards the teacher as the lesson continued to prattle about social norms of the last century. As if sensing indecision, the princess' eyes wandered in Jess's direction as well. That alone was enough to strengthen the blush on Jess's cheeks, followed with a growing smile. Were they in private, Jess was certain she would've passed out under the princess' gaze alone; under everyone else's, she resisted the crazy idea of creating yet another public spectacle, but couldn't stop her knees from quivering nervously.
Jess centred her sights back on the pristine wood of her desk. The natural patterns on it were quite intriguing, after all. Even so, she couldn't help constantly stealing glances at Kyodai. Each and every time, she met the princess' eyes as if Kyodai could read Jess's mind and predict these meetings. Jess gulped loudly and licked her lips to summon the courage to ask about Kyodai's apparent sixth sense.
"Shouldn't you be paying attention?" She whispered.
"No, it's fine. I learned about this two years ago."
"Oh, yeah. Private tutor," Jess muttered, unable to think of anything else to say. At least, not without making a fool of herself.
"I can tutor you, if you'd like," Kyodai offered, a hint of anticipation in her tone. Jess immediately looked at her, no longer able to notice the baleful glares of the student body around her.
"N-n-n-n-n-" The answer refused to come out as little more than a single repeated sound from Jess's throat.
"Relax, Jess, I was kidding."
"I-I knew that."
"Unless," the princess continued, "You want me to tutor you?" Jess felt her face grow impossibly hotter, the flush spreading down her neck now. If they actually went on a date, she had no doubt her entire body would be completely red. She didn't answer the question, struggling to keep her fantasies and fears under control. She fixed her eyes back on her desk, biting her lip. For a moment, both futanari were silent while the class continued, before Jess worked up the courage to strike up another conversation. She looked to Kyodai, mouth open only for any possible words to falter instantly.
"Um... w-what're you d-doing?" Jess asked, watching the princess leaning closer until their faces were barely half a foot apart.
"Nothing."
"You're, uh..." Jess continued, her mouth suddenly going dry.
"It's fine."
"But..." The protest was weak at best. Ordinarily, Jess would have glanced around to gauge the reaction of those around her, but, considering the amount of attention she had already garnered today, was hardly necessary. If eyes were capable of firing bullets, Jess would've been riddled with holes by now.
"I like your eyes," Kyodai judged suddenly, her own orbs of cobalt blue seeming to peer into Jess's very being.
"Huh?"
"Your eyes. They're beautiful," Jess wanted nothing more than to hide behind her ash-blonde hair. Her eyes were by no means her most distinguished feature, nor were they particularly dull. And yet, Kyodai, possibly the most beautiful woman on the face of the Earth, was complimenting them.
"They, they're fine I guess," Jess continued to shy away.
