My Elf System

"Oops, " Naughty Elf Priestess noticed that she had been found out and that she couldn't lie her way out of it.

Everyone in the group now knew that she wasn't an elf because of the blunder she'd made.

"If she's not an elf, then could she be a succubus?" Someone in the group chat asked.

"She has to be."

"Then again, she could also be a mermaid or a vampire or possibly even a human. The possibilities are endless."

"Well, It doesn't matter what she is, the only thing that matters is that she's a member of The Prince Galdur Fan club and will be treated as such. I'll also be changing the group's name from 'Prince Galdur Sugar Babies Club' to 'The Prince Galdur Fan Club'. Is everyone in agreement with this?"

"I am,"

"Me too,"

"Me three,"

"Me four,"

Everyone agreed, and the girls continued to discuss how they would support whatever club Orion chooses to register tomorrow and how they couldn't wait to cheer him on if he decided to participate in the clubhouse competition that would be coming up in the near future.

As for if he would participate in these tournaments, only time would tell.

However, while the girls continued to have their little meeting, a group of men were on their way to have theirs as well.

Unlike the ladies, the men chose to have a physical meeting where suggestions, negotiations, and conclusions could be made physically.

Currently, two young men were walking towards a particular room in a dormitory that was different from Orion's dormitory.

They wore long dark cloaks which had a hood that prevented their faces from being recognized by anyone.

Even though it wasn't nighttime yet, the hallway leading to the room the young men were heading to was completely dark with a straight line of candles floating in the ceiling as it brightened up the way.

In less than a minute, the two young men finally arrived at their destination.

They both looked around one final time, making sure they weren't being followed, and seeing that they weren't, one of them knocked on the door.

Someone from within opened the door a bit before asking. "What's the password?"

"Prince Galdur has a small prick."

"Nice, I like that, step right in," He welcomed one of the two young men while his colleague was asked to stay behind so he could be questioned as well. "Alright, your turn, what's the password?"

"Prince Galdur is gay."

"Beautiful, you're welcome to step into the room as well," The young man smiled and entered the room to see a huge round table at the center of it.

All the curtains by the window had been closed to prevent sunlight from penetrating the room.

Candles were floating to brighten up the room a bit and everyone was seated as the meeting officially began.

One of the men slammed his hand on the desk with rage as he began to speak. "This doesn't make any sense, why do other clubs get approved but not ours?"

"I know, right, this is completely unfair."

"Our club clearly has the potential to be a great club, I just don't see why the Headmistress didn't approve it."

"Maybe it's because of the description written underneath our club?"

"Do you really think that could be the reason?"

"Thinking about it now, it could have actually been the reason."

"Yeah, it has to be,"

"What? Really?"

"Yeah,"

"I see, so that's why our club wasn't approved."

"Yeah,"

"But, what exactly was wrong with the description of the club, I actually liked it,"

"I liked it as well,"

"I still do,"

"To be honest, I doubt a regular club would have a motto like ours,"

"What's wrong with being sincere about our feelings?"

"Yeah, What's wrong with that?"

"We all agreed on the club's motto and it was pretty catchy."

"Indeed,"

"Indeed," Everyone in the room nodded their heads in agreement, but a young man who had recently joined the club couldn't help but wonder what his colleagues were talking about, so he decided to nudge the student seated right next to him.

"Hey, what exactly is the club's motto?" He asked the other student while grabbing the cup of water placed before him on the desk.

"The club's motto? Oh, you're a new guy?"

"Yes, I am. So please, what's the club's motto?" He asked once again before sipping more water from the cup.

"The motto is pretty easy; it's 'We like women, and we like them thicc as fuck'."

*Pfft!!!* The new guy choked on and spat the water in his mouth all over the desk.

He wiped the water from his mouth before uttering with rage. "What kind of shithead nonsense is that?"

"Huh?" Everyone cocked their heads towards him in a scary, horror-like manner.

"What did you just say, punk?"

"Did he just call us shitheads?"

"What? Let me at him, let me at him," A wolfman tried to pounce on the new guy, but two other students held him down before he could do anything.

However, the leader of the fan club tried to calm his fellow gentlemen down. "Men, men, please, settle down. We're men of culture, we do not get provoked by simple taunting words," He said before turning his attention towards the new guy. "Hey, new guy. Since our collective idea was easily rubbished by you, I hope you have a better idea than the one you just called shithead."

The new guy cleared his throat, then he stood before everyone. "To be honest, I would like to become a bona fide member of The Council Of Men Club, but I really believe our club could do a lot better than a motto like 'We like women, and we like them thicc as fuck'."

"Then, give us a better one, genius."

"The greater the mass, the greater the force of attraction."

Everyone stroked their hairless chin as they pondered on the words the new guy proposed for their motto.

The room suddenly became quiet and within seconds, a round of applause echoed throughout the room.