Cheeky Business During Detention

The next day begins, with the two girls awakening with a whole new passion for going to school.
For example, a joyful Misha wakes up from her slumber, enhancing her routine with a passionate drive as she comes downstairs in her pyjamas with a jolly skip in her step, getting readies for a new day at school.
This is of course gave indicative misunderstandings to those witnessing her, like her mother who thinks to herself as her daughter passionately prepares for the day ahead, ‘Hmm… I wonder what happened at school for her to get so excited,’ smiling with happy curiosity.

In the same way as Misha, for Hannah at her household, she comes downstairs to hug her mum with an excited attitude unignorable.
“Good morning,” Hannah says lively, embracing a confused yet happy mother to see her daughter happy for unknown reasons at first.
Victoria replies warmly, “Oh, you seem to be in a good mood, cutie.”
Letting go, flicking her ponytail, Hannah responds with a big smile, “Yep, cause today’s gonna be a good day.”
‘Oh my… I didn’t know she could be such a jolly jelly in the morning,’ Victoria thinks, smiling warmly at her lively girl, enjoying the youthfulness of school.
After the morning routine of getting ready, both girls leave their houses excited, impatient to go to school, as they meet at the front gates again like before, a few students who watched their chaos up close began gossiping about them. Though, unlike usual people, Hannah and Misha do not care about the attention they're receiving, in fact rather happy about the outcome, as they banter their way into their form room.

As the two come in, the room sits rather silent for a moment, watching them with entertaining anxiousness wondering what the two will get up to next, but unlike the majority, Jessie stands guard over Ellica as she watches Hannah and Misha make their way to their seats, seemingly with cheeky smirks.
The class returns to gossiping as Hannah and Misha sit down, waving at the other girls to just get back to their little chatters as they place their bags down, whipping out their school timetables, checking out the next lesson.
The two notice it’s PE, as ideas begin forming in their minds.
“Oh look, it’s P.E,” Hannah says, pointing out the lesson's duration.
Misha casually responds, “Physical, eh?”
“Hmm, want to piss around and have some fun?” Hannah asks, smirking.
“Oh… what do you have in mind?” Misha curiously replies, raising an eyebrow.
“Mm-Mmm… here. Let me tell ya,” Hannah says, as she leans into Misha, whispering the plan into her ear.
Jessie notices them from her banter with Ellica, looking over at the two giggling with each other, as suspicions rise at what they could be planning.
This silliness continues until their form room teacher, Veronica Noslourghs, comes in for roll call, grabbing the girls' attention to sit down and await for their names to be called out.
After rollcall finished, the girls sorting out their bags for the first lesson, Sasha comes in to guide them again, walking them to their next lesson with a few students in awe at Sasha’s presence, as they comment back and forth like “Ah, she’s so pretty and sweet” and "I would love to be friends with her."
Though, as Ellica and Jessie pay no attention chatting amongst themselves, Hannah and Misha giggle behind them about Sasha before reaching the changing rooms, with Jessie eyeing them from in front as she notices that something again is up.
‘I have a bad feeling about this…,' Jessie ponders suspiciously, 'I hope these two aren’t going to disrupt the lesson and get into big trouble. Hopefully, they don’t act like total idiots and suddenly start dancing around before the lesson begins.’

The girls arrive at the changing rooms. It's for P.E, where temporary P.E uniforms are handed out to them, where Hannah and Misha deliberately wait until they're last in line to have the free space to tease Sasha they had planned during their walk.
Hannah begins, standing to the right of Sasha, “Thank you, Misses Sasha, for being such a graceful guide to us helpless girls,” flirtingly brushing up to Sasha’s right shoulder as Misha goes to her left.  The start to psychologically mess with her had begun.
“Absolutely – is what we would say if we weren’t as slow as your precious walking pace to our easy-to-find location,” Misha said critically, putting on a pretend tone of offensiveness. Sasha felt the criticism hurt her right in the heart, dropping her casually happy expression to appear sad, tears building up as Hannah then buts in to make her feel happy, playing her like a fiddle.
“That’s probably what a few ungrateful tarts would say to your holy sweet, gentle and humble treatment of us, which is undeniably wonderful to say the least,” Hannah says cheerfully, affectionately rubbing on Sasha to cheer her up before Misha came in like the devil on her shoulder to tear her down again.
“Which is just nothing more than a deluded figment of your imagination, since it comes across as self-centred, manipulative and attention-whoring,” Misha concluded, seeing Sasha pout as she cutely cries with streams of tears pour down her cheeks, before Jessie's fearful assumptions materialise where she returns to Sasha, deciding to stop this bullying.
“Hey, you two! Stop picking on Sasha; right now, we have P.E to get to," Jessie asserts, stepping in between the duo and Sasha, "I mean, I bet you two don’t want to get in trouble with our teacher this morning for harassing a well-respected honour student now, don’t we?”

The two, Hannah and Misha, comically pause as they look at each other, before Hannah smirks and approaches Jessie with again the same flirtatious joking manner, Jessie blushing as she feels vulnerable to Hannah's advances. To what she assumes anyways.
“Oh-ho… I guess the cutie class representative is missing out on my affectionate interaction for the day,” Hannah teases, snuggly rubbing all over Jessie to see her blush heavily.
“N-n-no… I’m not. You just n-need to get changed,” Misha stutters, trying to hold herself together.
Hannah teases further with the inappropriate insinuations, “Oh my. Are you that excited to see my naked body?”
“Of-course not! I d-don’t,” Jessie rejects blushful, still trying to appear unaffected. She hides her face with her hands, covering her easy-to-read expression before Hannah gently pokes Jessie’s nose.
“Oh ho, You naughty girl,” Hannah teases, laughing at the reaction before se decides to end the teasing. “Hahaha. You’re too easy to mess with Jessie. Like, I would recommend you let loose and enjoy some fun and jokes now and again.”
Misha agrees, “Exactly, you’re way too easy to play with.”
After the crazy scenario of teasing, Hannah and Misha goes into the changing room with theirP.E uniform, as Sasha calms down to just find some space to gather her thoughts, whilst Ellica waits for the duo to leave to ask Jessie how she is after the two had their fun.
“Jess, are-are you okay?” Ellica asks empathetically.
Jessie clasps her head, as she exclaims, “Honestly… I don’t know how to feel after Hannah just messed with me. Does she like me romantically or not? ARGH! I don’t know! She really likes to tease me, but I feel like her teasing is actually flirting instead… Argh! Hannah! You’re such a fucking bitch!!!!!”

Well, after that whole situation, Jessie and Ellica come into the changing room after Hannah and Misha’s teasing, going to the far side of the room to get out of the duo’s reach.
Though, to their surprise, Hannah and Misha begin commenting on each other as they change, which was not what would happen from their perspective.
“Holy crap, Misha. Dat ass is cheeked up!” Hannah compliments, thumbs upping Misha as she puts her uniform away.
Misha replies, proudly, “Oh, really? I guess my butt must be gyat damn beautiful for you to focus on,” winking, “But I must say, your boobs are holy, bouncy titties from our milky heaven from above.”
“Oh, I’m glad someone who possesses such a butt-iful behind can appreciate my top-tier features,” Hannah replies in equal response, bouncing her chest with a smile, as a few students nearby, who had gotten changed, stop their bantering to watch the amusement as it continues, giggling at the stupidity.
“Well, I do appreciate a breast friend that can respect my glorious cheeks,” Misha continues, shaking her butt as she turns around. The few girls watching chuckle at the silly puns the two spout at each other.
“I do,” Hannah says, smiling before she whips out her towel before moderately slapping the towel onto her butt, “especially when they jiggle for the world to see.”
Whap!
“Ow! Oh-ho, is this the game we’re playing?” Misha responds, changing her tone to a competitive attitude, rubbing the impact zone with her hands, before turning around with her towel for her chance to strike back.
Both girls get prepared like fighting game characters, with towels in hand, Hannah affirming the mentality as she focuses in, “When you see an opening, you hold nothing back.”
“Well, when that’s the case," Misha says, before seemingly seeing something worth having a look, "oh, holy shit, what huge nipples she has.”
“Where?” Hannah replies, turning around quickly, before returning to block Misha’s strike attempt with ease, shaking her head, “Na-ah, you aint whipping my ass, bitch.”
Hannah grins mischievously, Misha pouting with building passion to win, “I’ll get you next round.”
“We’ll see…," Hannah says, before like Misha, seeing something worth checking out, "oh damn. That’s a pair that could rival yours, Misha.”
Misha pretends to look to then block Hannah’s attack but actually sees a girl with a thicker butt pointing right at her, eyes opening to stare intently, giving enough time for Hannah to whip again.
Whack!
The students giggling with cheering gestures as the comedy heightens, feeling like they have front seats to a childish sport worth entertaining.
“Ow!! Dammit, I’ll get you! This time, prepare!” Misha pouts, again rubbing her impact zone, before Ellica getting changed catches her eye, “Oh wow! Now that’s come real beauties, eh, Hannah?”
Hannah responds, “Ha, that’s not going to wor-”
Seeing Ellica’s huge rack, wide eyeing the whole scene, Misha finally gets the opening she needed. “Gotcha bitch!” Misha smirks with gratitude to Ellica's distraction, as she whacks Hannah’s butt with extra power.
Puwack!!!!
“OWWWW!!!! That was fucking hard!” Hannah exclaims to the pain as she rubs her butt, “Right, that’s it! Payback!”
“Hehe, try it,” Misha states confidently, approaching Hannah to then poke Hannah’s nipples through her bra, as Hannah moans surprisingly before blushing. Misha steps back for the next round, with Hannah's eyes burning with eagerness to one-up this cheeky enemy.
“Alright, you’re gonna get it…," Hannah states competitively, before putting on an authentic act of surprise, "wait. Why’re the second years here? Isn’t that the student vice president?”
The authenticity of the question makes Misha turn around immediately, as Hannah smirks from ear to ear as she drops her towel down, the girls watching with sparkles in their eyes for the drama to peak, and spanks Misha very hard with both her hands.
SPANK!!!!!!!!
Misha moans erotically to the sudden spank, blushing red from ear to ear, turning around to stare down Hannah with a new vengeful antic; breast grabbing.
“Okay, that’s it! I’m giving them tits a super massage!” Misha angrily states, hands in groping mode, determined to chase down her target. The two run around the changing room as the audience watches with giggles and laughs at this peak entertainment, though Ellica and Jessie who had finished dressing, watch on with disappointment to the childishness, leaving together to the field. The hilarity ends with Hannah defending her chest as Misha tries grabbing them, cheekily fighting against a locker, before Sasha calls for the girls to get changed and head to the field, as Hannah and Misha stop to shake hands, to challenge again later. It's a draw.

The girls, after all getting dressed, all arrive onto the field where the P.E teacher, called Miss Footman, was waiting for them.
The teacher was tomboyish, with very short grey hair, deep blue eyes contrasting the masculine yet soft face, with her body being moderately curvy though slim and muscular.
After the girls group up in front of the teacher, she tells the students to form groups to do warm-up exercises, Jessie saving Ellica from an anxious situation of being alone by pairing up to her, as the other students group up and talk amongst themselves as they begin their warm up.
“Do you want to team up, Elli?” Jessie kindly offers.
Ellica replies, relieved, “Um, y-yeah. I was waiting for you, y’know.”
“Don’t worry, I’m here," Jessie smiles gently, before anxiousness of something else begins to grow, "Though, I am worried about this lesson, since I’m expecting something bad to happen,” she says as she looks around to  try and find the rebellious duo.
Ellica responds shakily, “I-I think those two won’t do something that bad, right?”
“Well,” Jessie says as she crosses her arms, “I hope that they know not to be stupid and get into trouble with Miss Footman.”
The cameraman, placed in between Ellica and Jessie, views the two girls dance on the field with comical timing and flow, the two noticing with expressions of their fears realised, to then watch with exasperated looks of disappointment as the teacher comes over with stern anger to end the duo’s antics.
Locking Hannah in an armpit headlock, with Misha in a headlock in between her thighs, the teacher tells off the girls sternly, “Okay you two, little dancing fiends, care to tell me why you thought playing around like defiant children was a good idea? Huh!”
“Well, we were warming up as you asked for, hehe,” Hannah replies, smiling at the sensation of her head of something soft.
Misha also replies with a smile, “And we were stretching accordingly to your directions, haha.”
Footman asserts with further authority and discipline, “I guess then, a trip to the teacher’s office will wipe those smiles off your damn faces when I tell them what you little prancies were doing on the field, contradictory to my instructions!”
Jessie face palms as the students around, who were watching the comedy unfold, fearfully get back to doing their warmups, as Miss Footman drags the girls away to the faculty room.

Footman swings the faculty room door open, dangling Hannah and Misha by their collars like two lost cats from a cardboard box in front of a motherly woman sitting at her desk.
“Hello Mrs Cuddalya, I have two naughty students to place into detention for their misbehaviour,” Footman states, staring down at the two girls with great disappointment.
“So, Miss Footman. How can I help you, dear?” Mrs Cuddalya replies warmly, gently giggling at the sight before her.
Mrs Cuddalya is a busty, motherly built woman, with wavy long chestnut brown hair, nicely brushed upon her mature yet gentle face, with red-apple eyes that conclude her curvaceous figure. She wears a one-piece blue dress with matching high-heeled shoes, finished by her stockings that accentuate her plump thighs as she crosses her legs.
“These two…," Footman begins, "have been disobeying me during my lesson, and were suggesting that they should face the consequences of their actions. Well, I wonder what the two of them have to say first.”
Cuddalya looks at the two with a smile and a wink.
Well, exactly like two cat girls, Hannah proclaims with a silly persona, “Miss, meow. We’re just innocent, little kittens that got carried away with some personal stretches, nya,” putting her hands up like cat paws.
Misha joins in the cat girl persona, “We were just meowing around the field before this woman grabbed our cute, little selves, nya,” copying Hannah with the ‘cat paws’ hands, tilting her head with a gentle smile.
“So please, save us,” Hannah pleas cutely, before both girls say together, “Adopt us, meow.”
Miss Footman looks at the two bewildered, as Cuddalya puts her hands on lap before commenting, joining in on the fun, “Well, I guess for now, some private time with them in the spare classroom next door would be the best place to keep them for a moment. That was, I can then look after them after dealing with a few files so you can go back to the field and deal with the other cuties, if that’s okay, Miss Footman?” Head-patting the two girls, going along with the cat personification.
Trying to stay professional, Footman replies, “That’s fine with me, since I can manage for a few minutes before you take over for me. Especially with these two rebellious jokesters,” putting down the duo.
“Great, that’s sorted then,” clapping her hands and smiling, giving the indication for the two to be taken to the detention room.

Miss Footman, under the presumption of responsibility and authority, takes the two into the room, sitting them down to then try and lecture them for their disobedience. Well, try to.
“So then, I know that lessons are boring, a waste of time and not worth your while," Footman sympathetically begins, "but the importance of listening to your elders is the importance of obeying instructions, working as a team and becoming a well-defined adult,” crossing her arms, sitting up straight to display authority.
Unfortunately for Footman, the two had other ideas.
“Look, I am the composed queen of the pen gymnastics,” Misha proclaims sillily, balancing a provided pen on her nose, with her arms outstretched.
“Hey! Are you guys listening girls?!” Footman yells, trying to gain control of their behaviour, but it was to no avail.
“Wow, I guess you’re not just the queen of the booty.” Hannah compliments cheekily.
Trying to add seriousness to their behaviour, Footman tries the empathetic approach, “Well, I guess you girls are not only going to fail in society, but also graduating from a basic education,” sighing, before expressing her worries, “Listen to me girls! It’s important to take school seriously, otherwise, you’ll end up like my homeless brother who didn’t take anything seriously and now is dependent on me for help. Hey, are you paying attention?”
To her shock, the two began childishly singing instead.
“Pat A-cake, pat a-cake, pat my knees, poke my nose for some ice-cream glee. Lick it, whip it, with a jolly scoop, put it on a cone for my friend and boop,” the two sing, Misha instructing Hannah to T-pose, which she does, where Misha pokes Hannah’s boobs before Hannah comically moans before going “Bonk” onto Misha’s head with a flat-handed karate chop.
Breaking from her shock, Miss Footman tries to hold back her laughter from the absolute hilarity in front of her, to which Hannah and Misha realises that their charade had worked in entertaining the teacher, “Girls -pfft, settle down and wait for Mrs Cuddalya.”
Footman chuckles underneath her breathe, which only tempts Misha and Hannah to begin their teasing, standing up from their chairs to approach the teacher.
“Oh… well, we are totally settled, Miss, pew-wah,” Hannah jokes as she rubs up to Footman’s right shoulder.
“We are really good girls, o-wah-oh,” Misha joins in, rubbing up to Footman’s left shoulder.
Footman tries to hold back her laughter, pleading for the girls to stop, “Stop, pfft… you’re sounding so silly… pfft.”
“Well, we are, pew-wah,” Hannah jokes again.
“Cute girls, o-wah-oh,” Misha jokes to conclude the sentence.
Miss Footman notices that Mrs Cuddalya was watching through a slit in the door, giggling to herself at the silliness.
“My, it looks like you don’t really need my help dealing with these two,” Cuddalya teasingly comments, waving her hand with good luck. Miss Footman reaches out her hand contrastingly for help, “Help me, pfft… these two are too much for me to handle!” 
“I don’t think that’s necessary. Have fun with the cuties for me,” Cuddalya concludes, waving goodbye as she chuckles to herself.
Footman yells, laughter piercing through her plea, “Please! Help me! These two… pfft, are overwhelming!”
“Pew-wah, o-wah-oh!” Both girls say in unison, ending this detention once and for all. Within minutes, I must say.

Since Miss Footman couldn't handle anymore of Hannah and Misha's antics, they are let go by to return to the field, so that the lesson could continue, since no matter what; the duo troublemakers would be best getting tired in physical activities than harassing a poor teacher during detention.
“Miss Footman, erm, why have they come back?” Jessie asks, anxiously and confusingly.
Footman replies defeatedly, “Please, don’t ask.”
‘I think those girls must have done something over-the-top to be able to return to the field, especially with a teacher like Miss Footman. Uh…, what did they do, for real?’ Jessie wonders fearfully, as all kinds of crazy images swirl in her mind.
The few students look on with humorous curiosity as Hannah and Misha get back to playing around, though with Ellica and Jessie, the two anxiously anticipate something crazy is going to happen during this lesson.
Facing the chaos, Footman claps loudly to grab all the girls’ attention, knowing that the duo’s rebellious attitude will have to be endured. So, with that in mind, it was time to begin the lesson.
“Okay, girls! Gather round! Right, for the first half hour, we’ll be doing some Olympic-based activities. Make sure to follow basic safety rules for each sport I’ll instruct, but for now, split into two groups,” Footman instructed, pointing to the class representative group captains, “and gather round the sport of your choice, and please; be careful.”
After the instructions were explained, Footman specifically looks at Hannah and Misha with hope for the two to behave themselves, before turning back to the rest and pointing out the areas for the sports; Javelin and Shot Put.

“Alright! Go!”

A load of the girls gets through the sport without comment or issues, until Hannah and Misha begin shouting silly comments as the rest begin.
“Ooo, me arse!” Hannah loudly shouts, as a thick girl throws the javelin, blushing at the comment, as Footman disappointingly stares.
Misha joins in with the randomness, as the next girl goes; “Oh! Squidms!”
It was Ellica, who giggles at the comment after throwing, thinking that the comment was cute and childish.
Then, it was Misha's turn, who decided to pretend to be a superhero amidst a bloody battle.
“The galaxy has called on me, to defend the legacy of humanity! I will not bow,” pretending to don a hero suit and mask, stomping the ground before grabbing the javelin like a spear and throwing it as far as she could, shouting, “Ya-Yeet!”
Hannah laughs passionately whilst slapping her knee, as the other girls look on stunned and surprised, a few giggling with her, as the javelin falls shorter than the rest of the girls, before pulling a heroic pose and expression for the finale.
Footman blinks several times, thinking it was like a movie scene re-enactment, giving a face palm before asking for the next girl to go.
After Misha's javelin, Hannah had decided to do it normally, though throwing the javelin further than all the others, complimenting herself in the moment, “Well… would ya look at that! Possible champion, right here,” finger pointing at herself, smirking with pride, before walking away for the last girls to go, as they look on with thoughts of ‘I can’t beat that…’

Now it was shot put.
Hannah nudges Misha to watch her skit, as again a few girls go first, shooting averagely, as Jessie goes next, shooting rather short and wide.
‘Aww, man. Maybe I need to go to a gym for a while, since right now, my strength is not like a cannon at all,’ Jessie self-criticises, thinking shamefully. As Jessie thinks this, walking back to the group, Hannah steps up, enacting a pirate.
Hannah proclaims in a pirate accent, “Ahoy, me farties, not seen a lass like me fire a shotput like a fuckin cannonball before, eh.”
Hannah, like a Shounen action hero, pulls back and then fires it further than anyone else, surprising all the students, and even Footman.
“Boom, jackpot!” Hannah cheers, punching the air, Misha posing next to Hannah, as both finish their pirate skit. Jessie looks back and forth, seeing a possibility to improve as she grabs Hannah’s sleeve.
“Hannah, can you please teach me the ways of shot put? I beg of you!” Jessie pleads. 
“Oh, me lassie, maybe ask a master of thee shot ball for yee training, since my mastery comes with premium access to yer boobies,” Hannah jokes, still in her pirate character, indicating for Jessie to ask someone else.
Jessie ignores the price, her mind focused on getting better at sports, for some reason, “Please! Teach me, regardless of the cost, I want your teaching.”
“Didn’t you listen to me?” Hannah replies, breaking character.
“Please, teach me!” Jessie begs, not caring for what the cost entailed.

Anyways, the lesson ends normally, as Footman calls for the girls to clean up, allowing them all to return to get changed as lunch time approached. Don't worry, nothing happens to Jessie. Hannah simply taught her normally, before chilling out with Misha as they teased other girls casually where no one got hurt or offended.

So, after Hannah and Misha had lunch in the cafeteria, they both returned to the form room after lunch to then decide their personal chosen subject for the school term, since some blocks in the time table was empty; this was due to being student decided.
“Ooo, I wonder what we’re doing next?” Hannah asks curiously, imagining Misha drawing a nude model in a sexy pose in the art club room in a thought bubble, where Misha swats the thought bubble away, blushing at the indecent idea.
Sighing, Misha explains, “Well, I think it’s going to be personal choice, seeing as though,” holding up the handbook, “this slot and a few others this week are titled ‘Chosen Subject’, meaning it’s a lesson we want to learn for the whole school semester.”
“Ah, I see. I guess, you’ll be doing…,” Hannah pauses for a moment, closing her eyes before opening them up to finger point at Misha, “Massaging! So, you can have as much time grabbing some caked-up cheeks for a fulfilling time here at school.”
Misha raises an eyebrow, answering rejectingly, “No… that won’t be my kind of lesson, and do you really think this school even has such a topic to learn, especially for a whole three years?”
Hannah nods, realising her mistake, before joking, “Oh, true. Then I guess… Mastery of the Grope!” touching her chest with an erotic tone, where Misha replies plainly with a disappointing stare, “Now, that’s a lesson that will NEVER be added to any curriculum. Ever!”
“I see, well, how about… a Masturbatory Degree?” Hannah jokes again, exaggerating the tone of delivery with horny-based sex-appeal.
Misha looks on with further disappointment, “You’re just wanting there to be a full-on pornographic session like in some hentai-esque anime school, aren’t ya?”
Hannah bonks her left palm with her right fist, “Oh, that’s it. A porn-star diploma. Why didn’t I think of that?”
Misha sighs and face-palms, “Oh, I didn’t want you to agree to that!”
Then, Mrs Noslourghs enters in, asking the girls to follow her to the assembly hall, as she explains that the presidents of the clubs have laid out tables to allow for the recruitment of new members.
“Finally, time for some sex!” Hannah announces, before Misha bonks her on the head with a karate chop, “Shut the fuck up! Now’s not the time!”
Rubbing her head, Hannah asks teasingly through the pain, “Ow, ow, ow! Why did you have to do me so hard?”
Misha blushes at the innuendo, pushing Hannah’s back in front of her, “Okay, that’s enough with the out-of-context comments!”
Jessie and Ellica follow behind, sighing at their stupidity.

The girls go into the assembly hall, where the presidents of the clubs stood with their stalls, ready for new applicants, forming a well-ordered pathway of tables.
Since Jessie and Ellica knew their chosen subjects, they wondered where the naughty duo would choose to go.
Seeing Misha through the crowd of girls, bantering to the presidents at their tables, discussing what the subjects were about on so on, Jessie watches her go to the art club table, looking on with surprise, ‘No way… Misha, the gossiping rebel, has chosen art as her chosen subject??? Can’t be.’
At the table, as the president with her artwork displayed on boards behind looks on with blushing stares at this new cute girl, Misha asks wholesomely, “Hey, I want to join the art club. Can I?”
The club president and a few older students gladly accepts her, loving this new addition due to how cute she is.
 “Yes, of course! Write your name on here, and we’ll pass it on to the teachers for you,” the Art Club president says smiling with a fawning tone.

Jessie sighs, shaking her head, focusing on the real menace, ‘Well, whatever, that’s not my main worry…, what’s Hannah going to choose? That girl… I fear she’ll decide on something crazy.’
She searches for Hannah, looking up and down the groups of girls all over the hall, only to find Ellica by the English Literature club, nodding to the obvious choice she would make. As she does find Hannah, she watches in shock and disbelief as she goes right next to Ellica, seemingly asking to join the Literature club.
Snapping out of the bewilderment, she goes right over to confront her.
“Erm, c-can I ask, w-why do you-?” Ellica stutters shyly, before Jessie interjects, “Why do you want to join the Literature club?”
With no joking or teasing, Hannah replies authentically, “Well, cause I like writing stories. Why else would I not join something that fits my hobby?”
With stunned expressions, Jessie and Ellica look on with total disbelief, before Jessie shakes her head to ask for a logical or preferred answer.
“But, seriously. Why are you trying to join this club? Is it because of Elli?” Jessie states, pointing at Ellica.
Hannah sighs, feeling insulted, “No, of course not. I mean, the reason why I wanted to get closer to Ellica was because of the book she was reading. I want to be a successful writer, so I got to know what kind of novels people have written to know the market before starting my career endeavours,” putting on a teasing tone due to the expectations of not being taken seriously, “and it’s not just because she’s busty as hell; though we could have become real breast-friends, hehe.” 
Jessie couldn’t accept the answer, shaking her head to try and force Hannah to confess the truth, but Ellica softens her look, realising from her perspective that Hannah was interested in her book she’s in love with, stopping Jessie.
“It’s okay Jess, if she wants to join the club; it’s alright,” Ellica says affectionately, affirming that it's okay.
“But…,” Jessie replies rejectingly, not wanting to accept this reality. Ellica shakes her head, before asking Hannah sincerely, “Do you… want to be my friend?”
Hannah blushes with a wholesome expression of joy, “Aww, so cute! Of course, pleased to meet you,” smiling whilst blushing with warmth, before Ellica smiles back in kind as anxiety from her heart vanishes.
“The pleasure is mine,” Ellica says.
The two then ask to join, as the president, called Monica, accepts Ellica and Hannah’s request to join.
Jessie looks on conflicted, wondering of Hannah’s true intentions, as the two smile at their accepted invitations.

Monica smiles on at her two new applicants, thinking after the silly little drama at the table, 'These two are going to be such entertainment.'

The hall then clears, as the girls are then guided with their presidents to their club rooms, given some time to settle in and adjust to the new setting. Hannah and Ellica pick their spots, which was both together, as Jessie with temporary worry of Elli, gets distracted by her own worrying situation.

The school day ends with the girls returning to their form rooms to await the end bell, casually socialising about their new clubs.
Ding Dong!
With the bell ringing, the two eventually make their way home, awaiting the next day to begin, as their mothers look on happily that their girls are having fun at school. As they finish dinner and go to bed.

Hannah breaks the fourth wall; “Check the next episode for more ecchi comedy.”
Misha walks into Hannah’s bedroom like a theatre set and smacks her over the head with her pillow, before returning to her own bed, “Go to bed dammit!"

The end for this chapter. Check the next one to see what these two get up to next.