Volume 2 Chapter 17 New Year’s Eve Party
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After the welcoming party, I spent my days holed up in Henrietta-san’s laboratory.
Since I won’t officially be a student until after the New Year, I wasn’t technically obligated to be there.
Even as a mere errand boy, the study of Golemics¹ was intoxicating.
(Why is this so interesting?)
From the moment I saw my first magic lamp, I suspected Mana behaved similarly to electrons.
If that’s true, it means I can use my modern knowledge of electricity as a “cheat” to dominate this world.
The mere thought of applying electrical engineering to magic made my heart race.
Henrietta-san’s specialty is Golems, a field divided into three primary academic lineages.
The first is Operation and Regulation, which focuses on increasing a pilot’s Mana capacity and the legal frameworks surrounding Golems.
Since Golems possess world-altering power, the law is tight—Granny Ferris having her Golem seized is a prime example of this “legal net” in action.
The second is Materials Science, which researches durability and resistance to malfunctions, temperature shifts, and heat attacks.
The “holy grail” right now is the creation of Synthetic Amber²—an attempt to artificially replicate the natural Amber used to store Mana.
The third is Assembly and Engineering, covering the physical builds.
While combat Golems have been standardized for a century—the Type 95³ for sieges and the long-armed Type 98⁴ for field combat—civil engineering Golems are in a state of creative explosion.
Henrietta-san’s idol, Professor Pauman, is the titan of this field, and she is his dedicated trainee.
The problem is that there are no professors at this school who actually teach the Golem lineage.
Henrietta-san mentioned that while she loves the freedom to do what she wants, the lack of a mentor is a massive headache.
”Ah—Larry, give me a lift, would you? My shoulders are killing me.”
Henrietta-san wears Gothic Lolita fashion for specific reasons, but she doesn’t wear it twenty-four-seven.
In the lab, she usually cranks the fireplace to the max and lounges around in just her thin camisole.
And in that state, she makes her request.
She claims her massive breasts make her shoulders stiff, so she needs me to heave them up for her.
As her errand boy, it’s only natural that I provide such essential services.
While she’s at her desk writing, she usually just rests those heavy mounds right on the tabletop.
But right now, she’s at the blackboard sketching a diagram.
I move in behind her, reach under her arms, and cup both of her enormous breasts from the sides, lifting their weight.
”Ah, that’s the spot. So much better,” she sighed.
I’m glad she’s happy.
(And honestly? I’m pretty happy too.)
”Henrietta-san, what are you drawing?”
”It’s a magic-powered riverboat from the East. Professor Pauman mentioned it in their lecture.”
It was a sketch of a boat with a rod piercing through the hull.
At the submerged end, there was something that looked like an eel’s tail.
”Does that tail wiggle to create propulsion?” I asked.
”I believe so.”
”Isn’t that a bit impractical? Rivers have shallows. If a rod like that is poking out of the bottom, it’ll hit the riverbed and snap off instantly.”
”Now that you mention it…”
She leaned back to get a better look at the drawing.
Her back pressed firmly against my chest.
From any other perspective, it didn’t look like I was supporting her weight at all—it looked like I was straight-up groping her.
Well, she did say she didn’t mind a little feeling up.
”Hey, now. I said you could squeeze them, but I didn’t say you could start playing with my n**ples.”
(Tch.)
”Fine. So, Larry, where would you put the drive system?”
”The stern, obviously. That’s standard.”
”But wouldn’t that make the boat sway violently from side to side?”
(Good point.)
But if you didn’t wag it like a fish, and instead moved it like a traditional Japanese sculling oar, the swaying would be minimal.
”Hey! I told you not to touch the n**ples, but if you squeeze that hard, you’re going to have to make this up to me.”
I’d accidentally applied too much pressure while lost in thought.
”Sorry. What is that ‘tail’ made of, anyway?”
”The professor said it’s the tail of a Giant Salamander. Some of them grow over ten meters long, but they usually use the tails of the three-to-four-meter ones.”
A salamander… so it’s an amphibian.
That explains why it’s only for fresh water.
I wondered if shaking it vertically instead of horizontally would work better.
”I’m telling you… if you keep being this rough…”
(Hey, I’m just holding them. They’re heavy!)
”Actually, why don’t you just read my mind? It’ll be faster.”
If I used Telepathy, I could just show her the mechanical concepts in my head.
”Fine by me…”
Henrietta-san hiked up the hem of her camisole.
I slid my hands underneath, my palms savoring the sensation of her cool skin as I reached up to find those massive breasts again.
As I gripped them firmly and lifted, our consciousnesses fused.
(I see. If you do it that way, you get thrust without the swaying,) she projected.
(But why magic boats?)
(The East Coast doesn’t have Amber deposits like we do. They have to keep a Mage on board just to power the thing. But if we had Amber, we could automate the output. We could build Golems that transport construction materials without needing a Mage pilot… Gah! Stop squeezing so hard! That’s it—you’re taking responsibility!)
Henrietta-san spun around in my arms and smashed her lips against mine.
”Hey, Henrietta! You in here?”
The lab door swung open.
Henrietta-san definitely heard it, but she didn’t stop.
She reached down, undid the drawstring of my pants, and shoved them down along with my underwear.
Before I could protest, she took me into her mouth with a wet, swallowing slide.
”Oh? Larry-kun? What are you doing?”
It was Marielle-san, Henrietta’s friend.
From her angle, the workbench hid exactly what Henrietta was doing to me.
”Wait, where’s the boob-monster?”
”Ah… uh, well…” I stammered.
She seemed to catch on to my distress.
”Well, well. Aren’t we busy for the middle of the afternoon?”
She leaned over the workbench, spotted Henrietta, and strolled around to stand right next to us.
”Listen, you bought up all the paper in the supply store, so our lab is bone-dry. Let me have thirty sheets.”
Henrietta momentarily broke away, her hand still working me rhythmically as she looked up.
”Ugh, you always have the worst timing. Just take them. It’s only thirty sheets.”
Then, she went right back to work on me.
”You’ve got your hands full with her, don’t you?” said Marielle.
She casually counted out the paper.
”By the way, Larry-kun… did you know this girl is a total freak? A massive, world-class masochist?”
I felt Henrietta’s heart skip a beat through our mental link.
Marielle stepped behind Henrietta, braced her legs, and grabbed the back of Henrietta’s head with a vice grip.
She slammed Henrietta’s face forward, forcing me deep into the back of her throat.
I felt a new, tighter sensation as I bypassed the usual limit.
Henrietta’s face turned a violent, congested red.
But through the Telepathy, I didn’t feel pain.
I felt… thrilled.
She was actually enjoying being dominated like this.
(She really is a total degenerate masochist.)
”Puh-haaa!”
When Marielle finally let go, Henrietta collapsed forward, gasping for air.
A thick trail of fluid spilled from her lips.
”She loves being choked,” said Marielle. “But it’s dangerous, so make sure Pamela is around if you’re going to get rough.”
(What kind of advice was that?)
Pamela was her Elf slave—a rarity that must have cost a fortune.
Had she bought an Elf just to supervise her play?
(A total degenerate masochist?) I asked through the link, squeezing her breast.
The waves of pleasure and submissive joy coming from her were undeniable.
She was the real deal.
(Surprised?) she asked me later.
This was after I’d finished taking her against the workbench.
(I was. I thought this kind of stuff only existed in extreme adult comics.)
(But you liked it too, Larry. I think we’re a perfect match.)
(Maybe she was right. I’ve always had a thing for the deep end of the pool, even if looking into the abyss is a little terrifying.)
When I got back to the room, Marie was rolling around on the bed.
”Yo. Tomorrow’s the New Year’s party. Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”
”I’m just gonna wing it. Is that a problem?”
”I don’t know. I heard we have to perform a talent or something. Everyone’s freaking out about it.”
(Sounds like a typical upperclassman power trip.)
I’ll probably just chug a beer and call it a day.
Nico got back from her laundry job, and we headed to the Dining Hall early to beat the rush of seniors.
The social hierarchy was already set in stone.
At the very top was the elite group, led by the blonde beauty who gave the freshman speech.
They were high achievers aiming for the Magic Academy—polished, cliquey, and loud.
Next were the repeaters, students who failed a year but act like they own the place.
They were led by that tall Medical Magic guy, Conclat.
Dominique hangs with them but stays quiet.
Then, the local group, mostly country kids led by the Dwarf girl, Ilse Klein.
She’s from a mining town that was raided by the Weasels of Bohemia, so she treats Marie like she’s invisible.
The lowest rank was the kids from the sticks who couldn’t get into better schools.
Since I “stole” Marie away from them, they’re now led by the long-haired girl who used to be Marie’s friend.
And finally, there were the two outcasts: me and Marie.
For a while, it seemed that problem-child “fake cabaret girl” was also recognized as being in our group.
I heard they’ve become a group from a different region now.
Since I’m an old man on the inside and spent my entire middle and high school years at the bottom of the social food chain, being a loner doesn’t really bother me.
Still, I can’t help but feel a little sorry for Marie.
”Hey, shouldn’t you be over there with them?”
I ask with a glance toward the group of girls with Long Black Hair that she used to be close with.
”I’m gonna end up repeating a year anyway ’cause of childbirth and all, and besides, Ilse and the other local girls already hate my guts,” she mutters.
”I won’t let it affect our work, even if the whole world decides to hate you guys,” Nico says.
Since she’s the one working the laundry reception, her reputation probably has a pretty big impact on things, actually.
Well, both of them have way more social grace than I do, so I’m sure they’ll figure it out.
The meal ended, and unlike the other groups, we didn’t hang around to gossip until the upperclassmen arrived.
We headed straight back to our room.
Even so, I’m stressing over what to do for my “hidden talent” act.
Gags from my old world definitely won’t land here.
I wish I could pull off an impression of the Principal or the Dorm Head, but neither of them has any distinct quirks or ways of speaking to mimic.
While I’m lost in thought, Nico wraps her arms around me from behind.
Today is the 28th day of the Thirteenth Month⁵—an even-numbered night.
That means it’s time for “Night Work”⁶.
It’s surprising I can still get it up after that irregular “quickie” we had during the day.
A young body is a hell of a thing. It’s the best.
Of course, I ended up doing it with Marie too, even though she was busy pretending to be asleep in the bed next to us.
My past life was a struggle because I had no one, but having too many partners is a different kind of struggle.
A harem isn’t exactly the paradise people make it out to be.
I mean, I’m happy, but still.
It’s New Year’s Eve.
The Professors living in the faculty housing have all headed home for the holidays, leaving only a skeleton crew for night watch.
Most of the trainees have gone back to their families too, but tradition dictates that the students—and only the students—must ring in the New Year at the school.
It’s a custom that’s been passed down for generations.
Everyone had been preparing for today, regardless of their year.
Since I’m currently under suspension, I couldn’t join in, but I could hear them.
They were out running errands, decorating the venue—which was just the Dining Hall—and setting up the stage.
I’d been hearing the band practicing their instruments for a while now.
It almost feels like a school festival.
I would’ve helped out if I could, but no one asked.
I guess that’s just how things are for me.
The party starts at 9:00 PM.
Nico was called in to help with the food, and more importantly, I received a handwritten invitation.
I can’t exactly ignore that.
Despite my lack of enthusiasm, Marie and I put on our Uniforms and head to the hall.
It’s the same Dining Hall as always, but it’s been decked out with flowers.
The long tables have been cleared away to make room for circular party tables.
There’s even a raised stage where students are performing live music.
The performers are upperclassmen I’ve never even spoken to, though I spot a few freshmen in the mix—a blonde beauty and one of the girls with Long Black Hair.
The students have started gathering around the stage from a distance.
Only a few are wearing school uniforms; most are in their formal wear, with several in ethnic costumes or dresses.
Naturally, the cabaret-girl wannabes are there in full force with their flashy dresses and gravity-defying hair.
”Good eve-ning, everyone! Freshmen and upperclassmen alike!”
A high-energy woman hops out and starts her MC routine.
In response to her, a few enthusiastic students shout back, “Good evening!”
”Come on, I know you can do better than that! You sound tired! One more time: Good eve-ning!”
I have no choice, so I mumble a “good evening” along with the rest.
”Better, better! But let’s try it just… one… more… time! GOOD EVE-NING!”
(I feel like I’ve been transported to a different world entirely…)
There are no microphones, so the hype feels a bit thin, but the atmosphere is becoming genuinely fun in its own way.
”Thank you! To the freshmen, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m your Student Council President, Christina Becker, and I’ll be your host for tonight. Let’s have a great one!”
The applause that followed was surprisingly thunderous.
”Alright! Let’s get this 101st New Year’s Eve party started!”
Swept up in the Student Council President’s infectious energy, the crowd erupted in another round of applause.
Fast-paced music kicked in, and pitchers of ale and platters of food began appearing on the tables.
The band members were introduced one by one, followed by the Student Council.
Conclat Frei, a tall guy repeating a year, is the secretary.
Nikole Jahn, who also failed to graduate, is the vice president.
After that, the second-years from each research lab started their self-introductions and began pitching their majors to the crowd.
Naturally, Henrietta-san’s lab had no second-years, so there was no presentation for us.
”And that’s it for the second-years! If there’s anyone else who hasn’t introduced themselves yet, speak up now!”
(This has to be a setup.)
I can see some of the second-years snickering.
”Alright, next up: the first-years! Are you ready?!”
The band plays a stinger to build the mood.
”First up… a male student who’s already under suspension for starting trouble with a local high school! The first student in school history to spend the night in the Principal’s office! And while he was there, he apparently managed to bed the Vice-Commander⁷ of the Golem Battalion! Give it up for Larry Fee Getys!”
What a hell of an introduction.
They even know about the thing with Lieutenant Louise.
The audience, who usually keeps their distance, is suddenly cheering like crazy.
The sound of their applause is actually making my ears ring.
”Come on up, Mr. Center of Attention! Don’t be shy!”
(Seriously? Can I please just not be put on display like a circus animal?)
The MC starts leading the crowd in a rhythmic clap, and the band follows her lead.
”Larry! Larry! Larry!”
There’s no stopping it now.
If I don’t go up there, they won’t shut up.
I reluctantly make my way toward the Student Council President.
”Let’s hear it for him!”
I stand on the stage, completely exposed to the crowd.
Did I meet His Majesty the King? What did we talk about?
Are you married? Who’s your Primary Wife?
I could handle those questions.
But then it turned into “What’s your deal with Marie?” and veered into spiteful territory.
They asked what positions I used with the Golem Battalion Vice-Commander, how many women I’ve slept with, and how many people I’ve killed.
The Student Council President tried to give a half-hearted disclaimer, but I eventually just snapped and shouted, “Shut the hell up!”
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one getting grilled.
It was a tradition for the upperclassmen to ask the freshmen questions that were incredibly awkward to answer.
One girl was even asked who she lost her virginity to.
Once the first-year introductions wrapped up, the tables were pushed back to create a dance floor.
”And now… for the main event of the New Year’s party!” the Student Council President shouted.
People swarmed the floor as the band started a high-energy set.
”Come on, let’s dance!”
The atmosphere was too much for me, so I was tucked away in a corner sipping ale when the President came over to find me.
”I’m borrowing Larry-kun for a bit!”
She made a show of being mindful of Marie as she dragged me into the thick of the dancers.
Suddenly, a scream rang out.
The freshmen looked panicked, but the upperclassmen didn’t even blink.
”Don’t worry about it. Just keep moving,” the Student Council President said, swaying her body.
Another scream.
”It happens every year,” she whispered into my ear.
She hugged me tight, her cheek brushing against mine.
In that instant, the President’s Consciousness Entry⁸ came flooding into me.
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Summary:
Larry deepens his involvement in Henrietta-san’s Golem research while uncovering her extreme masochistic nature through an encounter with Marielle-san. The focus shifts toward the upcoming New Year’s Eve party and the rigid student hierarchy within the Dining Hall. Tension remains between Marie and the local student group due to past regional conflicts
Larry navigates the social pressures of the academy’s 101st New Year’s Eve party while dealing with his public infamy. He is forced onto the stage to face a barrage of intrusive and spiteful questions from the student body. The atmosphere shifts to a high-energy dance as the Student Council President initiates a mysterious mental connection.
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Trivia:
- The specific ‘Gothic Lolita’ clothing is more than just a fashion choice; it’s a marker of Henrietta’s specific persona.
- Larry’s modern knowledge of ‘electrons’ is the key differentiator in his magical theory.
- The specific tradition of students spending New Year’s Eve alone at the academy
- The fact that Henrietta-san’s laboratory has no second-year students
- The specific ‘night work’ schedule based on even-numbered date
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Character Insight:
Henrietta moves from a professional academic facade to revealing an extreme submissive nature when confronted by peers, while Larry begins to accept his role in her ‘play’ as long as it benefits his research.
Larry exhibits increasing frustration with his ‘center of attention’ status, transitioning from passive compliance to an outburst of anger. Meanwhile, President Christina demonstrates a calculated use of her charisma and a hidden ability to share consciousness.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Henrietta – Eccentric golem researcher in a messy Gothic‑Lolita two‑piece with high collar, patterned gloves, disheveled hair and a generous bust; lives in a separate dorm and runs a lab under Prof. Pauman. She mentors Larry with teasing, sisterly affection, once used a confession agent on him, owns slave Pamela, and blends chaotic devotion to ancient magic with hidden masochism, offering him comfort and desire.
• Ferris – Granny Ferris, an ageless elf appearing as a woman in her early thirties, bears the revered Ferris name—lineage famed for medicine and golem-making—and once served as the first Commander of the Golem Battalion in the Kingdom of Schuberitz Army. She runs the village inn, wears provocative black one-piece dresses, plays the transverse flute, and speaks with blunt candor. A close associate of the Second Sage, she claims to know Larry’s grandfather and is the elderly woman Martin hopes to marry. Renowned for her arcane insights, she once charged silver coins for mana-replenishment services, blending ancient wisdom, masterful craftsmanship, and unyielding charm.
• Larry – A young man with red-white skin, curly bronze hair, and bronze eyes, appearing youthful despite adult memories, now a Level-3 mana user at Bizan Magic School wearing an oversized uniform and towering over peers. Once a slave-soldier of Militia Unit 303, he bears a fractured “glass heart,” wields fire and Mana Drain, and carries the Viscount’s Holy Sword, called Danna-sama by Louise. Married to Nico, linked to Monica and Teressa, suspected as the Fifth Sage, he’s currently under house arrest facing death penalty after a body swap with a modern-world doctor—his original body now in Japan, while he navigates fantasy academia, applying modern electrical knowledge to Golemics, and serving Henrietta as an errand boy.
• Marielle – She is a Magic Tools researcher in everyday clothes, able to siphon mana via contact during sparring. A student and frequent lab visitor, she’s a blunt, dominant friend of Henrietta and knows Henrietta’s specific sexual fetishes.
• Marie – Fifteen-year-old Novakova, a high-spirited noblewoman and Weasel of Bohemia, bears a striking resemblance to Isabella and Nico, wears a comical floral belt-hairpiece with her school uniform, and dons festive party attire when hosting friends in the dorm. She speaks with a feline verbal tic, dismisses Larry’s anxieties as tantrums, and maintains a close, subtly dominant bond with him—lounging on his bed, teasing him relentlessly to mask their secret affair. Wary of those from regions attacked by the Weasels, she fiercely protects her inner circle, especially Nico, shielding him with hidden affection beneath her cynical, territorial exterior.
• Mar – A battle‑hardened veteran, clad in worn armor, uses door panels as shields and captures enemy crossbows; Larry’s comrade who teases him about his sister‑in‑law’s pampering, known as Martin to his companion Edmond.
• Pamela – An ageless, childlike elf slave to Henrietta, she wears white Gothic-Lolita attire and a wide-brimmed hair ornament concealing her pointed ears and half her face; though tiny, she wields vast mana, practices Dwarf-style Kumite, and trains the protagonist daily. Blunt and no-nonsense, she maintains a quiet social circle among fellow slaves in the dormitory, using telepathy and mind-reading with quiet precision—her ancient wisdom masked by youthful appearance and rigid servitude.
• Nico – A petite, silver-haired student and part-time laundry worker, she wears a tailored maid outfit adorned with a floral hairpiece, balancing blunt diligence with hidden warmth. Haunted by a past kidnapping, she’s insecure yet fiercely strong-willed, managing the school laundry while serving as a Village Head Fee member. She shares a complex, proactive romantic bond with Larry—often waking him, scolding him, and protecting him—while cultivating a close, evolving relationship with Marie, her only true confidante, despite past clashes.
• Conclat – Tall male student repeating a year, he acts as mediator and leader among older peers, de‑escalating conflicts and serving as the calm counterbalance to Dominique’s aggression. He also holds the post of Student Council secretary.
• Dominique – Tall, flamboyant Pastor Dominique Dietrich wears bright robes, shouts loudly and runs his church like a master of ceremonies; though young, lazy and given to back‑dating tax forms, his eccentric charm keeps the congregation oddly devoted. Or the one appears as a greasy‑haired, sloppy‑uniformed male student, a repeater at Magic School, whose aggressive delinquent bravado defines his demeanor.
• Klein – The Klein family name, carried by Ilse. The lineage is tied to the Olden region and its coal mines.
• Ilse – A girl of the Dwarf race with a connection to the mining town of Partofelden. She serves as a central figure for the local student group.
• Christina – The Student Council President and fifth daughter of Marquis Sabaski. She is a Mana-user with telepathic abilities and was born to a maid, resulting in her renouncing her inheritance rights. The high-energy Student Council President of the school. She serves as the MC for the 101st New Year’s Eve party and exhibits a charismatic, albeit overwhelming, personality.
• Becker – The Becker family name, carried by Christina. The lineage is connected to the Sabaski household through her status as the Marquis’s illegitimate daughter. The family name of the Student Council President, Christina. The Becker lineage is associated with student leadership within the academy.
• Al – Alberto (Al), a massive red‑haired man recently wed to Mary, lives near the Dish Basin. He’s a companion of Hans, helping intimidate and rally elders as a villager and leader.
• Frei – The family name carried by the Student Council secretary, Conclat.
• Nikole – A senior student and Vice President of the Student Council, Chulpan’s assistant is a Level-3 Complex-type mage of Nikole lineage, demoted after failing credits and repeating her studies. She has silver-streaked shoulder-length hair, wears a rune-etched coat, and is often seen intoxicated—evident during the New Year’s party where she led a “treatment” on a table. Once aspiring to marry Larry, she now balances arcane study with medical mage duties at Linto Field Hospital, haunted by her past and a heavy drinking habit that lingers in her scent.
• Jahn – A student who once assisted a Medical Mage at Linto Base, she fled during the Kiridal attack and now repeats a year at the academy; her surname marks her as the Student Council Vice President, Nikole, presenting a composed, uniformed appearance that hints at both her scholarly duties and resilient past.
• Niko – An elderly, dignified former slave and ex-head butcher, now the oldest male servant of the Getys household, he addresses Larry as “Young Master,” encourages his rite of passage, and follows him from the Fee family estate. He drives the carriage, shovels snow, prefers the stable loft near the animals, and possesses deep knowledge of the local landscape and sugar beet business, his loyalty unwavering as he aids the family’s transition with quiet wisdom and steadfast service.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• Getys – Larry, a common‑origin youth from Strock Village, bears the Getys name via his aunts Alisa and Monica. Hardy and his late brother Denis were rugged, battle‑scarred warriors whose clan fell to disease and war; now Larry stands at the uncertain center of Viscount Bizan’s territory, his lineage recognized within the academy’s social hierarchy.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, whose middle name is Fee, leads the Fee family—Larry, Hans, and Iffens—in governing Strock Village. Married into the Getys household, he embodies a distinguished, cohesive authority. As the protagonist of this fantasy setting, Larry’s identity is anchored by his middle name, Fee, which signifies lineage and legacy. The family recently hired Nico as a maid for Teressa, reinforcing their structured, traditional household.
• Louise – A towering seven-foot-tall Lieutenant and former Vice-Commander of the 101st Golem Battalion, she boasts a massive, muscular build, broad shoulders, short-cropped red hair, a long face, deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and a protruding jaw—features inherited from her father, making her taller than her mother and eldest brother by age eight. Clad in a pitch-black military uniform adorned with gold decorations, she commands respect with phantom-like physical prowess, capable of bucking riders off horses with ease, and is often seen shoving food into her mouth with insatiable appetite. Once a silent, hardworking squad leader who rose from Corporal through diligent service, she now retains deep, one-sided devotion for Larry, offering him her quarters upon his return, her obsession with procreation born of genuine, unreciprocated affection—still honored as a guest of honor at freshman orientation.
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