The cafeteria hummed with the usual lunchtime chaos—trays clattering, students laughing, the occasional shout of "Hey, pass the synth-sauce!" Xavier sat across from Oliver, mechanically chewing his food while his mind replayed the morning's extracurricular activities with Cindy.
'100 credit points. Then another 100.' His wallet was emptier than a politician's promise, but the memory of her Oral Stimulation Mod humming against his cock made the trade worth every penny.
Oliver wiped his mouth with a napkin, shaking his head. "Dude, I still can't wrap my head around it. You finished that exam in an hour? And answered all the questions? That's not just good—that's insane."
Xavier shrugged, stabbing a piece of synthetic meat. "Your notes were solid. Covered most of it."
Oliver leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Come on, man. You have to have scored above 80, right?"
Xavier's fork paused mid-air. "Some were logic-based. Not sure."
