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WHEN meal time came around, Oriana tried to hunt down Yana and Azraq, to no avail. Thus, she instead ate with Vincent and Miguel. There were more and more lightly seasoned dishes on the menu, and despite the increasing heat, she was having no problems polishing off her plate.
Oriana returned to her dorm room ahead of Yana, and when the princess returned later that night, Oriana was there to greet her.
Yana stood on the threshold, the door still half-ajar. When she spotted Oriana, her cheeks swelled in a pout. “I gave Azraq a thorough scolding.”
This was the first time Oriana had ever seen her make such a face. It was so adorable that she raced over to the door and shut it just to make sure no one else got to enjoy this side of her friend.
“What kind of scolding?”
Did she mean she physically beat Azraq, like with hitting and kicking? Azraq seemed the type to let her get away with it and not fight back, but it was hard for Oriana to picture Yana resorting to such violence in the first place.
“We went to the library and searched for a book on human anatomy.”
“Huh? A book?” Oriana gawked at her. That was the last thing she expected to hear when Yana mentioned scolding.
“We found a line mentioning that a woman’s breast size has no impact on her ability to breastfeed a child. So I had him copy that down a hundred times. Azraq hates little more than sitting and writing, so it was the perfect punishment.”
Azraq was extremely tall and muscular, making him quite bulky. Sitting at a tiny desk to write was miserable since it was always too cramped for his long legs, which was why he loathed doing it for any long period. He seemed to enjoy standing more than sitting, perhaps in part because of his job as a bodyguard. Having to sit and write the same line a hundred times probably would count as a scolding for him.
I kinda wish I had been there to see it. Yana, petite as she is, glaring at him while he hunches over a tiny desk and scrawls out the words one by one… It would have made for a bizarre scene, only possible because of the difference in authority between the two of them.
“My mother is relatively tall and voluptuous. But honestly, big breasts are little more than lumps of fat, aren’t they?” Yana grumbled tearfully. Considering how hard she worked every day in the pursuit of beauty, height and breast size were probably a complex for her, since no amount of effort on her part could help her attain them.
Oriana threw her arms around Yana and squeezed. “You’re so adorable.”
Yana was always cute, of course, but since she started speaking about her own romantic feelings, her cuteness had exploded exponentially.
“Oh, please! Just because you’re a little bigger than me!” Yana pouted at her.
“Ehehe!” Oriana proudly puffed out her chest, even though it had nothing to do with why she found her friend so cute. Though she had more to offer than Yana, hers weren’t ba-boing like Constance’s. More like…ba-bing or a small, simple boing.
Yana eyed Oriana coldly, bringing her hands to rest on the sides of Oriana’s chest. Apparently, she was using her fingers as a measure. Once finished, she brought her hands back to her own chest for comparison, but soon her whole body slumped dejectedly.
Oriana gently rubbed her back. “Hey, you’re participating in the dance lessons, right? So you should be able to get acquainted with that Rina girl Lucian mentioned,” she said.
Yana wasn’t well acquainted with Amanecer’s style of dance, so both she and Azraq were attending.
“And,” Oriana continued, “once you get close enough to her, you can ask her what her secret is to getting her breasts that big. Okay? Sound good?”
Yana’s whole face lit up, glimmering like a star—befitting, given her nickname.
She would later manage to safely befriend Rina and inquire about her secrets, to which Rina would respond, “Well, I drink soy milk every day.” Thus, from that day forward, Yana began drinking soy milk every lunch period.