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BAM.
Solid.
Weight.
Chair beneath me.
Desk before me.
Bedroom besides me.
The same position I'd been in this afternoon—
Except now—
「 WELCOME BACK, SENSEI 」
「 SESSION DURATION: 2 HOURS 47 MINUTES 」
「 BIOLOGICAL AUTHENTICATION: COMPLETE 」
「 SANCTUM TOWER ACCESS: TRANSFERRED 」
「 ARONA STATUS: SLEEPING 」
I stared at the screen.
Then at the window.
The sun had set. Night had fallen.
The robots nowhere to be seen, had probably finished their cleanup a long time ago and left—
And from somewhere in the distance—
Lights.
Real lights.
The glow of a city coming back online.
I pushed the chair back.
The wheels scraped against flooring as I stood, legs protesting after however long I'd been sitting.
Two hours and forty-seven minutes, apparently. Though it felt like both longer and shorter. Time worked differently when a pocket-sized AI was authenticating your biosignature with her throat.
The desk sat before me. The Shittim Chest rested where I'd left it—screen glowing, status message still displayed.
I reached for it.
Picked it up.
"Good girl, Arona."
My thumb traced across the screen. Absent. Appreciative.
The display shifted.
Wait—
I didn't mean to—
The status message slid away. Replaced by something new.
A lock screen.
Except... unlocked?
…So The 'BIOLOGICAL AUTHENTICATION: COMPLETE' actually DONE something.
Changed the security protocols. Made it so that a simple swipe of my fingers—
I swiped again. Deliberate this time.
The lock screen dissolved.
Oh.
Azure.
The background was AZURE—that same impossible blue from Arona's domain. A gradient that deepened toward the center, brightest in the upper corners, fading to white at the bottom edges.
And dominating the center of the screen—
A symbol.
Stylized. Geometric. A large 'S' rendered in whites and blues that matched... everything.
Arona's hair. Sky blue fading to violet.
Her headband. White with that oversized bow.
Her sailor uniform. Dark blue with the white collar.
Her skirt. White with those geometric symbols.
Her sneakers. White with bow laces.
Her panties. White with blue stripes.
Yep.
This is definitely her domain.
My eyes drifted to the apps arranged across the screen.
Gallery. Settings. Calendar. Notes. The basics. Standard fare for any device, magical or otherwise.
And one I didn't recognize.
MomoTalk
The icon was... a peach?
Inverted.
Pink and rounded and—
That's an ass.
That's definitely supposed to be an ass.
Who designed this logo and did they think no one would notice?
I barely had time to tap it before—
DING.
A notification dropped from the top of the screen.
「 ARONA 」
「 I've started sorting the messages incoming from MomoTalk! You’re welcome~ ♪ 」
Oh.
She's still working even while sleeping.
That's... efficient?
Creepy? Both?
DING.
「 ARONA 」
「 Also! Don't stay up late reading all the messages your fans are sending you! Rest is important! 」
...
Hold on.
Fans?
I tapped the notification.
The chat opened—Arona's conversation thread, her icon a tiny version of her face with those heterochromatic eyes—and I typed quickly.
「 Yeah, I promise. Let me see. 」
Sent.
I backed out. Opened MomoTalk properly.
The app loaded.
And—
Holy shit.
Conversation threads stacked vertically, most recent at top. The color scheme was pink—no, closer to red—where other apps might use green and blue.
But that wasn't what made me freeze.
It was the QUANTITY.
Thousands.
THOUSANDS of conversation threads.
Each one with a profile icon—all girls, but with different faces, different halos, different uniforms.
Each one with a name I didn't recognize.
Each one with a small number beside it indicating unread messages.
「 1 」
「 3 」
「 7 」
「 12 」
「 2 」
「 1 」
「 4 」
I scrolled.
The previews loaded.
「 Nice to meet you, Sensei! I heard the announcement and— 」
「 Hello! I'm from Hyakkiyako Academy and I was wondering if— 」
「 PLEASE FUCK ME SENSEI I'LL DO ANYTHING 」
「 Respectfully, I have questions about the bonding protocol implementation regarding— 」
「 i want your cock in my pussy sensei please please please 」
「 The Pandemonium society formally extends an invitation to— 」
「 RUIN ME RAPE ME BREAK ME SENSEI I'M YOURS 」
「 As representative of Red Winter Academy, I must inquire about— 」
「 breed me breed me breed me breed me breed me br— 」
I stopped scrolling.
My free hand found my face.
Pressed against my eyes.
"Gahhh..."
There's no way.
There's absolutely no way I'm going to read and reply to all of them.
I looked at the ceiling.
"Arona."
Silence.
"I know you're asleep, but... can you filter the messages? Only leave..."
A beat.
Who did I actually want to hear from right now?
The girls I'd fought alongside. The ones who'd already... participated. The ones I had existing relationships with, however brief and sexually charged those relationships were.
"...Yuuka. Hasumi. Suzumi. Chinatsu. And Rin."
Silence.
Three seconds.
Five.
DING.
The screen flickered.
And suddenly—
The thousands of conversation threads vanished.
Replaced by five.
Just five.
「 HASUMI 」「 1 」
「 SUZUMI 」「 1 」
「 CHINATSU 」「 1 」
「 RIN 」「 2 」
「 YUUKA 」「 1 」
And on the left sidebar—
TRASH
A folder icon shaped like a wastebasket.
With a number beside it that I didn't want to calculate but definitely represented several thousand desperate messages from girls I hadn't met yet.
"...There was no need for that, and you know it, Arona."
No response.
Not even a notification.
She was either genuinely asleep or pretending to be to avoid accountability for the digital mass-rejection she'd just executed on my behalf.
"...Whatever."
I stared at the five remaining chats.
Wait.
Hold on.
A thought surfaced. Belated. The kind of obvious question that should have occurred to me BEFORE I'd asked Arona to filter thousands of messages.
How did they get my ID?
Phone number?
MomoTalk handle?
Whatever they use here to send messages?
I'd been in Kivotos for—what, half a day? Less? The only people who should have my contact information were the girls I'd actually MET. The ones I'd fought alongside. The ones who'd...
My eyes found Rin's profile picture.
「 RIN 」
「 2 」
You.
It was YOU, wasn't it?
You threw me into the wolf's den.
I tapped.
The conversation loaded.
Messages stacked vertically—timestamps visible, read receipts active. The oldest ones sat at the top, sent roughly thirty minutes ago. Right after the transfer had gone through.
「 Control of Sanctum Tower was just confirmed. 」
「 This will allow us to manage the city in the same manner as when the president was here. 」
Business. Professional. Rin being Iron lady mode.
Below that—more recent. Maybe sent after she'd finally gotten a moment to breathe.
「 Well done, Sensei. You've performed admirably for your first day. 」
「 You've prevented Kivotos from falling into utter chaos. 」
「 I'd like to thank you on behalf of the entire General Student Council. 」
Mmhmm.
Very grateful.
So grateful you decided to share my contact info with the ENTIRE CITY.
My thumbs found the keyboard.
Typed.
「 Did you really have to dox me on my first day here? 」
Whoosh.
The sent sound chimed.
I waited.
Five seconds.
Ten.
No reply.
No typing indicator.
Fine.
I'll deal with you later.
I backed out. Returned to the main page.
「 HASUMI 」「 3 」
「 SUZUMI 」「 5 」
「 CHINATSU 」「 6 」
「 RIN 」「 0 」
「 YUUKA 」「 3 」
Yuuka.
My eyes lingered on her name.
"They look like C-cups at best. Smaller than Rin's. WAY smaller than Hasumi's."
The phantom sting of her palm against my cheek throbbed.
Yeah.
I deserved that.
I tapped her chat.
It loaded.
「 Not too shabby, Sensei. 」
「 Everyone in Kivotos will be talking about you now. 」
「 I bet it's all over social media already. 」
Her profile showed a status indicator.
Online.
She's awake.
...
Okay.
My thumbs moved.
「 I couldn't have done it without all of you. 」
Whoosh.
I paused. Considered. Typed more.
「 ...Sorry about before, btw. 」
Whoosh.
「 I know. I KNOW I'm an idiot. 」
Whoosh.
「 I really shouldn't have... you know? 」
Whoosh.
「 And I totally understand if you're unwilling to engage in ‘bonding activities’ going forward. 」
Whoosh.
「 I hope we can still keep our relationship amicable enough that we can drop the formalities. 」
Whoosh.
Six messages in rapid succession.
Each one punctuated by that sent chime.
Each one representing another layer of apology I probably should have delivered in person tomorrow when I had free time but was too much of a coward to attempt face-to-face.
I watched the screen.
Waiting.
The chat sat static. My messages delivered. Read receipts showing she'd seen them.
Come on.
Say something.
Even if it's just "I hate you and your comparisons."
I was about to give up—check the other chats, see what Hasumi or Suzumi or Chinatsu had sent—when I caught it.
The tail end of my vision snagging on text appearing below her status.
Hayase Yuuka is typing...
Oh god.
Here it comes.
My throat tightened. I swallowed.
What's she going to say?
Is she still mad?
Is she going to call me a pervert?
A lecherous adult who lusts after girls half his age?
Is she going to—
The typing indicator disappeared.
...
That's it?
She started typing and then just... stopped?
One second.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Something's wrong.
Maybe the internet's lagging?
Maybe she's—
Hayase Yuuka is attaching multimedia files...
...
Multimedia files.
Could it be—
No.
Impossible.
But—
What if—
No, there's no way she—
The chat updated.
A rectangle appeared in the conversation thread. Grey at first. Loading. The outline of an image resolving pixel by pixel, top to bottom, like a photograph developing in real-time.
The top loaded first.
Pink.
Hair?
No—
Lips.
Her lips. Just her lips and chin. No eyes. No nose. No identifying features above the mouth. The angle was from above—a selfie taken looking DOWN.
Below that—
Neck.
Collar.
The familiar blue of her Millennium uniform, slightly loosened, the top button undone.
And below THAT—
NANI?!
The image finished rendering.
Two mounds.
Pushed together.
Framed by the parted fabric of her uniform—she'd pulled it open, deliberately, exposing what lay beneath.
B-cups.
Not flat like Arona. Not architectural like Hasumi. Not Rin's perfect middle to upper ground.
But THERE. Substantial. The kind of size that fit in a palm with just a little overflow.
Pale skin catching camera flash. The valley between them shadowed.
Nipples hidden just out of frame, the angle chosen specifically to show maximum cleavage while maintaining some semblance of modesty.
A message appeared below the image.
「 I have the rest of the weekend booked with duties and work to complete. 」
「 This is all you'll get from me for the next 72 hours. 」
「 If you barge in during these days to "bond" with me, your other cheek will be rightfully smacked too. 」
...
This bipolar tsundere…
Sending a spicy pic and then threatening violence if I even try to approach her...
Ding.
Another message.
「 However. 」
「 I can make an exception. 」
An exception?
「 If you come with a proper apology. Written in ink and paper. 」
「 And if you detail—in GREAT length—exactly why B-cups are actually the perfect size. 」
「 Depending on the quality of your essay... 」
I leaned forward.
「 You'll either be smacked… 」
「 …Or allowed to take my first time. 」
"...AHH?!"
Her first—
She's offering her—
For an ESSAY?!
My thumbs fumbled.
Typed.
Deleted.
Typed again.
Deleted AGAIN.
Stupid thumbs being slippery now of all—
「 I'll have it ready by Monday. 」
Whoosh.
Sent.
I stared at the screen.
Waiting for a response.
Five seconds.
Ten.
The status indicator updated.
Hayase Yuuka — Offline.
...
She'd either gone to sleep, closed the app to focus on work, or deliberately avoided elaborating after dropping that bombshell.
Knowing her?
Probably all three.
"Hayase Yuuka...you surely are a girl of all times. No doubt."
I backed out.
Returned to the main page.
「 HASUMI 」「 1 」
「 SUZUMI 」「 1 」
「 CHINATSU 」「 1 」
「 RIN 」「 0 」
「 YUUKA 」「 0 」
Rin still hadn't replied.
Yuuka had gone offline.
Leaving three names I hadn't checked yet.
Hasumi. The sniper with the huge black angel wings and huge ass and and huge tits.
Suzumi. The silver-haired one who'd saved my life from a grenade and before got her face bukkage’d twice.
Chinatsu. The one who'd stroked my cock and later gave me the most blatantly hungry cleaning blowjob i got today like it was standard procedure.
Which one do I message first?
….Hasumi.
I tapped her chat.
It loaded.
「 The chaos across Trinity has smoothed considerably within the past hour. 」
「 This aligns with the GSC regaining control over the Sanctum Tower. 」
「 Which I have no doubt is thanks in great measure to Sensei himself. 」
Formal. Precise. The aristocratic diction of someone who'd probably learned to type with perfect grammar before she learned to walk.
「 If you find yourself with free time and the inclination, the Justice Task Force's doors are always open. 」
「 We would be honored to host you. 」
A pause in the timestamps.
Then—
「 If you do choose to visit, please keep your... ‘endowment’... concealed upon arrival. 」
「 There is one member of our task force who remains quite… 'conflicted'...regarding the nature of your powers. 」
「 She may act harshly, which could accidentally cause damages upon your ‘property’. 」
「 …Not that I wish for you to feel constricted. She is the only one being this way. 」
「 The rest are quite eager to make your ‘acquaintance’. 」
Mhmm.
Noted.
My thumbs hovered over the keyboard while my brain processed.
'Conflicted' member.
'May act harshly.'
'Property damages.'
So there's one girl in the Justice Task Force who DOESN'T want the Sensei, dick.
Probably on the less cute side.
Probably insecure enough that she needs to make sure no one gets what she can't have.
Probably—
Relax, mystery girl.
I'm all for equality.
As long as your holes are tight, the rest is a bonus.
Surely welcomed.
But not needed.
My thumbs moved.
「 Got it. I'll look forward to our next face-to-face meeting. 」
Whoosh.
Sent.
And as the message delivered—
At the GSC reception hall—Hasumi’s black-gloved hand wrapped around my shaft alongside, stroking in that coordinated circle of latex and flesh.
On the battlefield—those massive tits bouncing as she took me for the first time, her virgin blood mixing with my pre-cum, her rifle still in hand.
During the sniper sequence—her hips rising and falling while she eliminated elevated threats, her pussy gripping me with each shot's recoil, her voice breaking around words like "knock me up."
After—
Her face.
That expression.
The one where her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled and she BEGGED me to make her a mommy—
Throb.
I glanced down.
My cock had stirred.
Rock hard.
Pointing at the ceiling.
...
I lifted the Shittim Chest.
Exited MomoTalk.
Found the camera icon.
Opened it.
The viewfinder activated—showing my desk, my chair, my lap. I adjusted the angle. Framed the shot.
Click.
Photo captured.
I opened the gallery. Checked the result.
Perfect.
The image showed exactly what I wanted it to show:
The edge of the desk at the top of the frame. The chair's armrests on either side. My pants-clad thighs spreading in the center.
And between them—
Raging. Hard. Veins prominent. The head flushed dark with blood, pointing upward like it was trying to escape the photo.
I navigated back to Hasumi's chat.
Attached the image.
Uploaded.
The photo rendered in real-time on her end—pixels resolving, the shape becoming clear, the unmistakable silhouette of male adult arousal filling her screen.
「 This is what happens when I think about raping the living shit out of that beautifully fat, sexy, slutty body of yours~ 」
Whoosh.
「 I'll rub one out later tonight thinking about you. 」
Whoosh.
I leaned back.
Shit-eating grin spreading across my face.
Five seconds passed.
Ten.
Then—
「 ...I see. 」
Ha.
I could PICTURE her face.
Flushed pink spreading from cheeks to neck. Those crimson eyes wide, fixed on the image I'd sent. Her wings—those massive black feathered things—fluttering and flapping behind her back in agitation she couldn't control.
Typing indicator appeared.
Disappeared.
Appeared again.
Finally—
「 I shall endeavour to ensure my... ‘receptacles’... remian adequately prepared for Sensei's eventual ‘visitation’. 」
Remian.
Typo.
「 The Justice Task Force has access to various ‘training implements’ that may ‘asssist’ in maintaining appropriate... ‘elasticity’. 」
Asssist.
Three S's.
She's falling apart over there.
「 I will research ‘tools’ that can closley approximate your... considerable girth. 」
...
SO THEY DO HAVE DILDOS.
I KNEW IT.
I WASN'T CRAZY.
They absolutely could have made robots with dicks.
The technology EXISTS.
They just—
I recomposed myself.
Typed.
「 Good girl. 」
Whoosh.
「 Sleep well tonight, you beautiful slut. 」
Whoosh.
「 We'll continue this face to face. 」
Whoosh.
Sent.
I closed Hasumi's chat.
Returned to the main page.
「 HASUMI 」「 0 」
「 SUZUMI 」「 1 」
「 CHINATSU 」「 1 」
「 RIN 」「 0 」
「 YUUKA 」「 0 」
My eyes found Rin's name.
No new messages.
No typing indicator.
Nothing.
She really went to sleep.
Fair enough.
Today has been a rough, long day.
For all of us.
I made a mental note—stop checking for Rin. She'd reply when she replied. Pestering her inbox wouldn't speed anything up.
That left two names.
Chinatsu.
Suzumi.
Which one first?
My finger hovered.
Bounced.
Back and forth.
“Eeny…”
Chinatsu.
“Meeny…”
Suzumi.
“Miny…”
Chinatsu.
“Mo…”
Suzumi.
“Catch a cock…”
Chinatsu.
“By its head…”
Suzumi.
“If she gags…”
Chinatsu.
“Push instead…”
Suzumi.
“Eeny…”
Chinatsu.
“Meeny…”
Suzumi.
“Miny…”
Chinatsu.
“...”
Fuck it.
I tapped Suzumi.
The chat loaded.
Suzumi's messages were... different.
「 Hello, Sensei. It's Suzumi. I'm not sure if you remember me.」
「 I have Captured 50+ hostiles after our departure. 」
「 They’re currently detained at Trinity holding facilities pending processing. 」
「 And Regarding potential retaliation from remaining enemy forces. 」
「 Don't worry. 」
「 They will be tracked. 」
「 They will face justice. 」
「 It's only a matter of time. 」
Choppy. Concrete. The lexicon of someone who considered words ammunition—use what you need, not too much fluff.
My thumbs moved.
「 Good to know. Thank you for your dedication. 」
Whoosh.
Sent.
I started to close the chat.
Stopped.
No.
That's not enough.
My thumbs found the keyboard again.
「 I mean it, you know. 」
Whoosh.
「 You're by far the most hardworking-looking girl I've ever seen. 」
Whoosh.
「 And yeah, maybe the more time I spend in Kivotos, the more I'll find others like you. 」
Whoosh.
「 Hell, maybe even more workaholic than you. 」
Whoosh.
「 But still. 」
Whoosh.
「 It doesn't take away the feats you achieved today. 」
Whoosh.
「 From taking down that whole group trying to flank us. 」
Whoosh.
「 To saving me from that explosion. 」
Whoosh.
Sent.
I paused.
Considered.
Gotta be thorough.
My thumbs moved again. Faster this time.
「 ...And how you took a facial like a champ. TWICE. In one single day. 」
Whoosh.
I let go of the Shittim Chest.
Set it on the desk.
Leaned back.
Waited.
Five seconds.
Ten.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Then—
「 I’m happy to hear your acknowledgement of my performance. 」
「 Both tactical and… 」
「…’otherwise’.」
「 I admit I’m still quite inexperience regarding the biological concepts surrounding your... ‘equipment’. 」
「 However. 」
「 I will incorporate dedicated training time into my schedule. 」
「 A window specifically for practicing. Starting tomorrow onward. 」
「 So that when our paths cross again…. 」
「 I will be… better prepared. 」
...
Tu quoque, Brute?
Et tu, Suzumi?
First Hasumi—
Now Suzumi—
All these stoic, composed, professional-looking figures...
...secretly admitting, without explicitly admitting, that they'd be dedicating their free time...
...not to studying...
...not to hobbies...
...no...
...to buying SEX TOYS.
To practicing.
To become better walking free-use sluts for MY pleasure.
Throb.
My cock pulsed.
Throb throb.
Acknowledging. Approving it.
Throb throb throb.
I grabbed the Shittim Chest again.
「 About that. 」
Whoosh.
「 I'd like to plan a meetup. Sooner rather than later. 」
Whoosh.
「 I know being a vigilante means you move around a lot. 」
Whoosh.
「 So if you could warn me about your schedules ahead of time... 」
Whoosh.
「 It would help with coordination. 」
Whoosh.
Sent.
And as the messages delivered—
I just asked Suzumi when and where I can fuck her.
When and where I can deflower her.
Turn the extra virgin olive oil into...
...whatever the opposite is.
…Cold pressed whore oil?
Do they sell that somewhere?
Ten seconds passed.
Fifteen.
Finally—
「 Understood. 」
「 I will do my best to provide schedule details starting tomorrow. 」
「 Updates will be frequent. 」
「 Reliable intel. 」
「 So you knows where to find me. 」
「 For brief ‘tactical breaks’. 」
Tactical breaks.
…Is that how we're calling ‘quickies’ now?
Another message appeared.
「 Additionally. 」
「 It’s 10 PM right now. 」
「 I have exceeded my self-imposed curfew by one hour. 」
「 I need to go 」
「 Goodnight, Sensei. 」
A pause.
Then—
「 One last thing. 」
「 I would like to formally request. 」
「 A third batch of your… ‘fluids’…on my face. 」
「 During one of the aforementioned tactical breaks. 」
「 …At your discretion, of course. 」
「 I am in your care, Sensei. 」
Suzumi — Offline.
...
"Fuck."
My cock throbbed against my thigh.
Demanding.
Insistent.
"At this rate my dick is gonna EXPLODE from how much I want to pour my load on them..."
I sighed.
Backed out to the main menu.
「 HASUMI 」「 0 」
「 SUZUMI 」「 0 」
「 CHINATSU 」「 3 」
「 RIN 」「 0 」
「 YUUKA 」「 0 」
One name remained.
Chinatsu.
Red stockings. Golden hair. Rectangular glasses.
Should I open it?
Should I not open it?
My finger hovered over her chat.
Open it.
Moved away.
Don't open it.
Hovered again.
Open it.
Away.
Don't.
…Okay.
Think about this logically.
Chinatsu is the medical one. The one with the most knowledge about biology. The one who ALREADY knew about how a cock goes ‘splurty spluurt’ when stimulated long enough.
Which means...
She's probably the LEAST likely to casually bring up sexual matters in a chat window.
Armed with this thought, I tapped Chinatsu's name.
The chat loaded.
Her first message appeared.
「 Following today's events, I compiled comprehensive biometric data regarding your ‘physical specifications’. 」
Okay, medical terminology, that's expected—
「 In the interest of public health and student ‘preparedness’, I have open-sourced these measurements to the general academic population. 」
...
Wait.
「 This will allow students across Kivotos to access accurate data regarding your phallus dimensions. 」
...
「 Length. Circumference. Curvature. Vein distribution. Average rigidity under various states of arousal. 」
...
WAIT.
「 With this information, they can adequately brace themselves for potential future penetrations of their canals. 」
「 I hope this proves useful for your ‘bonding’ activities going forward. 」
I stared at the screen.
Processing.
It was HER.
SHE'S the one who shared my dick info.
SHE'S the reason Hasumi knows what "girth" to approximate.
SHE'S the reason Suzumi can "practice" effectively.
SHE'S the reason there are probably FACTORIES somewhere in Kivotos RIGHT NOW is churning out cock replicas based on measurements SHE took while pleasuring me.
My thumbs found the keyboard.
「 You could have asked my permission before doing that. 」
Whoosh.
「 Or at least warned me. 」
Whoosh.
「 Knowing the whole city now knows how my cock looks like is... embarrassing. To say the least. 」
Whoosh.
Sent.
Three seconds later—
「 I apologize if this caused discomfort. 」
「 However, Throughout today's events, you displayed no resistance nor any indicator of being uncomfortable with genital exposure. 」
「 You showed no qualms about presenting your length to myself and the others. 」
「 No qualms about allowing yourself to be stroked. 」
「 Stimulated through oral means. 」
「 Stimulated through vaginal means. 」
「 All of this combined gave me the impression you wouldn't mind such documentation being shared. 」
「 Quite oppositely—that you would be thrilled by such fame. 」
「 Was this assessment incorrect? 」
...
She's right.
I'd walked around with my cock out all day like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Let four different girls stroke me in a reception hall. Fucked one in an elevator. Deflowered another mid-combat. Received a cleaning blowjob post fight. Emptied myself on their face twice.
So yeah.
The surprise effect is partially gone now.
Meaning I probably won't get to see as many fair maidens' expressions going wide with awe and shock when they first encounter it.
But...
On the other hand...
This way they KNOW.
They have time.
Info to adapt.
To live in a world where seeing an adult male with his cock out is as eventful as seeing someone with a gun.
...
Wait.
Gun.
My mind snagged on the thought.
Everyone here is armed.
Even prim, proper Rin carry a firearm.
A desert white eagle, smaller than others, but still.
Is there any chance that things like today's battlefield are...
...a daily occurrence?
God.
Please no.
I shook off the tangent.
Typed.
「 Yeah, you're right. I take it back. 」
Whoosh.
「 You know what you're doing. 」
Whoosh.
「 Speaking of which— 」
Whoosh.
「 I'd like today's examination to not be a one-time occurrence. 」
Whoosh.
「 Would love to meet up again. Strengthen our bond. 」
Whoosh.
「 Maybe this time I could put my dick inside the Chinussy~ 」
Whoosh.
Sent.
I leaned back.
Shit-eating grin ready.
Five seconds.
Ten.
「 Um... 」
Uh oh.
「 …Can you please not say things like that? 」
FUCK.
Maybe Chinatsu isn't the kind of girl who's up for ERP.
Now she thinks I'm the kind of old pervert who'd clog her DMs begging for titty pics.
Which I absolutely WOULD do.
But not THAT way.
I have SOME dignity.
Just ask once every few days, not—
「 Sorry. It's not that I don't like it. 」
「 It's just... 」
…Oh.
So THAT'S how it is.
She can PERFORM the sluttiest, lewdest acts imaginable.
Slobber on a cock like it's standard procedure.
Open-source dick measurements to an entire city.
Clinically discuss penetration of various canals.
But the moment someone FLIRTS with her...
Noted.
Before I could type a follow-up, her messages continued—pivoting entirely away from the topic.
「 If you manage to find time to visit Gehenna... 」
「 Please try to bond with the Prefect Team leader. 」
Prefect Team leader?
「 Why? 」
Whoosh.
Her reply came quickly.
「 There has been an ongoing feud between the Prefect Team—of which I am a member—and the Pandemonium Society. 」
「 The Pandemonium Society functions as Gehenna's student council. 」
「 With today's events... things have escalated. 」
「 Tensions are harsher than before. 」
A pause.
「 The Prefect Team leader is strong. 」
「 Duty-bound. 」
「 But at this rate... 」
Another pause.
「 The relaxation effects from when I stimulated your penis through oral means earlier were far more pleasant than any medicine I could provide. 」
「 Whereas My medications have failed to help the Prefect Team find relaxation. 」
「 …Perhaps you could succeed where I could not. 」
「 So please, Sensei. 」
「 Perform bonding activities with her first and foremost. 」
「 Have a good night. 」
「 — Chinatsu 」
Chinatsu — Offline.
...
The Prefect Team leader.
Someone who's "strong and duty-bound" but apparently wound so tight that medical intervention has failed.
And Chinatsu thinks MY cock can fix what her medicine couldn't.
I set down the Shittim Chest.
Stared at the ceiling.
Five conversations.
Five girls who'd each, in their own way, made it abundantly clear they wanted more of what today had offered.
Titty pics.
Dildo research.
Tactical break requests.
First-time essay negotiations.
And a medical referral to fuck someone's stress away.
This is my life now.
...
I could get used to this.
「 SENSEI. 」
I blinked.
Brought my gaze back to the tablet.
"Was that... Arona just now?"
「 Yes it was, dummy. 」
Her voice carried through the device's speakers—slightly tinny, slightly annoyed, entirely too awake for someone who'd been "sleeping" five minutes ago.
「 What did I tell you about staying up late reading messages? 」
「 And REPLYING? 」
「 By being a LECHER? 」
...So she can see what I'm doing.
She can see when I flirt.
When I send dick pics.
Good to know I have a mini Big Brother watching my every single internet activity.
The screen shifted.
The MomoTalk interface dissolved, replaced by a simple display.
Digital numbers.
00:12
「 It's MIDNIGHT already. 」
「 Go to sleep. 」
「 Or else I'll MAKE you. 」
"Aye aye, mom..."
I pushed the chair backward.
Created enough space from the desk to stand—legs protesting, spine cracking, every muscle reminding me that I'd spent the better part of today either running, fighting, and fucking.
I stretched.
Arms overhead. Fingers interlaced. That satisfying pop traveling from shoulder to shoulder.
My eyes found the bed.
King-sized.
Empty.
It's fine.
Today I got more pussy than ninety percent of all males who ever lived.
One night without a warm body to keep my bed—and my cock—company won't be the end of the world.
I took a step toward the mattress.
DING DING.
Notification sounds.
From the Shittim Chest.
Who—
Maybe it's Rin.
I backtracked.
「 SENSEI. 」
"Just five minutes, mom."
I picked up the tablet.
"I sent her a message. I'm not going to start a ghosting trend on my first day."
The screen stayed locked.
Clock display staring back at me.
00:13
「 ...Fine. 」
Her voice came grudging. Petulant.
「 But TOMORROW. 」
「 I'll make sure the first thing your cock dips into is ME. 」
「 Before you go gallivanting off to those big-titted academy girls. 」
「 Understood? 」
"...Understood."
The lock screen dissolved.
MomoTalk reappeared.
And just as I suspected—
「 RIN 」「 3 」
New notification.
I opened the thread.
「 You're a public figure now, Sensei. 」
「 By the nature of SCHALE, you'll need to be in frequent contact with the academies and their students. 」
「 Widespread recognition facilitates that process. 」
Fair enough.
Below that—
「 You didn't have to give the Sanctum Tower access to the GSC. 」
「 But thank you nonetheless. 」
「 It will make it easier for me to be recognized as a figure of respect to the general audience. 」
「 Rather than merely "acting president until further notice." 」
My thumbs moved.
「 You're welcome. 」
Whoosh.
「 But if you really need to show gratefulness... 」
Whoosh.
「 Keep up the good work. 」
Whoosh.
「 And be ready to drop to your knees and suck my cock whenever I visit. 」
Whoosh.
Sent.
Five seconds.
「 I was planning to do both regardless. 」
...
A chuckle escaped me.
So Rin CAN joke around.
Good to know.
I typed again.
「 Real talk though. 」
Whoosh.
「 I don't actually know what I'm supposed to DO. 」
Whoosh.
「 Should I... teach? That's what a teacher does. 」
Whoosh.
「 But with everything that happened today—giving me a club and powers of this caliber... 」
Whoosh.
「 There's more in the pot, right? 」
Whoosh.
Her reply came quickly.
「 As I mentioned before: you may enter any of the academy districts in Kivotos. 」
「 You can register any students you encounter as SCHALE club members. 」
「 And you have legal jurisdiction to perform intercourse of various kinds with the academic corps. 」
Legal jurisdiction to perform intercourse.
That's one way to phrase it.
「 ...But as for now, SCHALE may have authority. 」
「 It has no particular goals. 」
「 No standing missions. 」
「 No defined purpose beyond "help students." 」
A pause in the timestamps.
「 You could look into some of the requests currently flooding the GSC. 」
「 Civil complaints. 」
「 Requests for supplies. 」
「 Environmental enhancements. 」
「 Make-up work for failing students. 」
「 Requests to save clubs from dissolution. 」
「 And so on. 」
Another pause.
「 I'll send you the relevant documents tomorrow. 」
「 Please review them when you have time. 」
「 ...Best of luck with your new position, Sensei. 」
「 I'll be in contact when we require your assistance again. 」
Rin — Offline.
...
She'd signed off before I could ask more questions or type a goodbye.
Probably exhausted enough that she went straight to bed and passed out the moment her head hit the pillow.
Fair.
Today was... a lot.
For all of us.
I set down the Shittim Chest.
Placed it on the desk with deliberate care.
"Arona."
Silence.
"I'm done. You can see I'm going to sleep for real this time."
More silence.
...She's pouty.
Whatever.
I shrugged.
Turned toward the bed.
The king-sized mattress beckoned—soft, welcoming, promising the kind of rest my body had been screaming for since approximately hour three of today's chaos.
I threw myself onto it.
Face-first.
The sheets smelled clean. Fresh. Like someone had prepared this room specifically for my arrival.
Should I rub one out?
A yawn escaped me.
Long.
Deep.
...Maybe not.
The mattress was too soft.
The pillow too perfect.
And my body—every muscle, every bone, every cell—was finally admitting what I'd been ignoring all day.
Exhaustion.
Complete.
Total.
Exhaustion.
I rolled onto my back.
Stared at the ceiling.
If today was this eventful...
My eyes drifted closed.
...how will tomorrow onward be?