Sakar was in the same place as yesterday. A dark place that had no light or sound. He wished for the very same thing he had done yesterday. A place that is full of sexy legs. The pairs of sexy legs appeared just like yesterday.

He was having an epiphany about the sexy legs. His throne manifested itself. It was made out of sexy legs, its sitting location was two pairs of sexy legs, their knees were the curvature toward the ground, the place to lean on had two pairs and these looked up to the sky but these did not have any curvature, the place to put your hands on was just one leg at each side and the knee points were the places you were supposed to put your hands on. This was the only thing he could wish for, lording over sexy legs on a throne made out of sexy legs.

Each pair of legs around was a masterpiece. They would have been considered the evidence of God's existence if they were real. Each one of them had different pieces of clothing. Some had skirts, some had shorts, some had just pants with many different styles, and many color variations also different colored skins.

He was trying to name this place. In his mind, he was contemplating about what name would be the best. Options were 'Sexylegia', 'Sexylegistan' and 'Sexylegland'. He really thought intensely about that. Which name would depict this heaven best? In the end, he decided on 'Sexylegland' and shouted his decree like a king.

"FROM NOW ON, THIS HEAVEN SHALL BE CALLED SEXYLEGLAND!"

All the pairs of sexy legs suddenly got energetic and danced more fiercely and erotic. It seems like they recognized the name the place is given. Sakar also thought the same. He stood up from his throne and took a few steps to touch a pair of sexy legs. On the moment he touched, the pair has disappeared. Sakar's face changed from blissful to sadness.

He tried to touch another one, that one also disappeared. He began to cry again. He was murmuring: "Is my heaven slipping from my hands again?". This was really a sad moment for him.

He wished to have sexy legs so bad but he still could not have them, even in his dreams.

He forced his brain to imagine Olga's legs. They didn't manifest at all. He realized that one by one, all the legs were disappearing. As a last resort, he went to his throne and tried to sit on it. But on the moment his ass touched the throne, throne disappeared. He collapsed to the ground.

He stopped being sad about it and accepted reality. If a thing has happened twice, why would not it happen thrice? He felt sad but he managed to calm down.

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He woke up. The time was 5:00 AM. He was hungry as wolves. Yesterday he didn't have any breakfast and passed out up to this hour, thus he ate nothing. He went to the cafeteria.

He wasn't picky about food. Since he was poor, he didn't have much choice of food. Whatever he was given or he got on his hands, he would eat. He ate his typical breakfast, consisted of some cheese, one egg, half bread and a piece of salami. The food was free at school.

After he was finished with breakfast, he went to the sparring field to re-imagine his fight with Olga. He was picturing the magnificent body of her in his mind. She really was the most beautiful existence he has ever seen in all his life.

Sakar's most trusted trait on himself was his imagination. He really had an amazing one. He was basically able to undress a woman by just his eyes. Or while his eyes were closed, he was able to see any girl he wanted.

His eyes were closed as of now. He was standing there, motionless but in his mind, he was reliving the moment of Olga's shaking jellies. He was immersed in his imagination, standing still but his face again had a weird expression.

"What are you doing?"

He heard the sound of Olga. His expression outside turned into a surprised one. His eyes were still closed. In the past, he was not able to recreate the sound of people in his imagination. This was a first. Did he get better at that?

"I asked you a question!"

Sakar's mind: 'The sound comes from near. I better open my eyes. Wow, Olga is here. I must have gotten a power-up about my imagination. I can imagine what I want even when my eyes are open. That is wonderful. I can't wait to go to bed and use this new power to satisfy myself. But let's do a test run! Can I create a feeling of touch? I better try it. She is so close, right within my reach already. Let me touch these boobs.'

He touched the boobs. The very first three seconds was calm. Olga couldn't even grasp the situation in the very first three seconds. She looked at Sakar, she looked at her boobs squeezed by his hand, she looked at Sakar again. But after that, she slapped Sakar so hard, the sound made birds to run. Sakar tumbled at the ground many times.

She didn't scream, Sakar didn't make any crying sound.

He stood up and came before her again. She was not running nor avoiding him.

"I am sorry, I thought you were not real."

"What kind of stupid excuse is that? Go around touch everybody and claim that you thought they were not real."

"I really thought that you were not real."

"The problem with that stupid defense of yours is that you may actually be telling the truth!"

"I am telling the truth."

"Anyway, you still have not answered my question."

"I am waiting for the class to start."

"The teacher asked both of us to see him before class. Don't you know?"

Of course, he didn't know. His classmates avoided him but they didn't hate him to the point of not informing him about the teacher's call. They just couldn't find the opportunity to inform him. Because he was passed out.

"I didn't know that. Then I better go see him."

And they entered the school building where Mr. Yuri's office is.