A New Semester Begins – 1 (09/04)
About a month had passed since I met Seria.
And in that time, my life had been almost nothing but sex. In the morning, no sooner had I opened my eyes than I'd be asking her to take care of my hard-on; at lunch, whenever a game tilted me, I'd ask her to help me blow off steam between the sheets; and at night, before bed, I'd ask her to milk me dry...
It wasn't like I had anything else on my schedule. University was still on break, there were no family events to attend, and thanks to my... particular condition, I couldn't even hold down a part-time job.
So it was sex, every single day. Sometimes with her in her maid outfit, sometimes in a micro bikini, sometimes wearing nothing at all but an apron...
When my sister first told me to hire Seria, I'd been reluctant about living with a total stranger—but now we lived pressed belly to belly, so close it made that reluctance feel like a lie.
"Nngh... I don't wanna go to school..."
But that, too, ended today. I let out a sigh as I splashed my face awake to the shrill beeping of my alarm.
"You're up? What would you like for breakfast?"
"Don't really feel like eating today. Could you just cut up some fruit?"
"Of course, my lady."
Seria's body was covered in teeth marks and kiss bruises. She seemed to have washed, but seeing all those marks still blooming across her skin, I found myself pulling her into a tight hug before I knew what I was doing.
"Haaahhh..."
"My lady?"
"Nngh... just let me stay like this a little longer."
Was today starting from first period? I had no idea how I'd ever managed to drag myself out of bed at seven every morning back in high school. As I swayed my tail lazily with those thoughts, Seria simply stayed still, resting her hand gently on top of mine.
"Nngh... sorry. And... thank you."
When our lips parted, Seria pressed a kiss to my cheek, the same way I'd kissed hers, and slipped off to the kitchen. Watching her go, I opened the window to let out the stale air and turned my thoughts to today's classes.
Second year meant detailed courses instead of survey intros, right? Magic studies... now that I'd actually taken them, they hadn't been much fun.
"Mmmnngh."
It wasn't like I'd get suspended for skipping attendance, but... yeah, I might not enjoy it after all. As I rolled around on the bed thinking that, Seria returned with the sliced fruit, and I watched her quietly for a moment before opening my mouth wide.
"Aaah~."
"Is it good?"
"Yeah. Really good."
Where on earth did she even find this fruit? While I munched away in silence, Seria handed me a knife-creased shirt and slacks, saying she'd laid my clothes out for me.
"It's your first day, so go looking pretty."
Maybe because I'd spent the entire month telling her exactly what kind of service I wanted, Seria really did treat me just like my sister did. She patted my bottom and told me to just sit through orientation and come straight home; I flushed at the gesture and hurried into my underwear.
If she'd kept that up, I probably would've skipped the lecture and stayed in bed instead. Not that I would've minded—but I ought to at least show up to school, right?
With that thought, I headed to the university with Seria—
"Ugh, I hate this."
The moment I stepped into the lecture hall, every fiber of my being wanted to ditch class on the spot. Greedy stares pressed in from all around. Nobody actually voiced it or acted on it openly, but that didn't make it any less unpleasant.
"Haah..."
This was simply what came with being in the Magic Department. I couldn't speak for the other departments, but the Magic Department knew all about the curse I carried. And because they knew, I supposed they were all hoping that if I kept throwing money around, a few crumbs might land on them too.
Yeah. Still disgusting. Fine, maybe I was fated to live a life of idle play—but that didn't mean I had to live like I was flinging money into the dirt.
"Morning! Long time no see!"
"Oh—Yena! Long time no see!"
That came right in the middle of my grumbling. A bag dropped onto the seat beside me—the one nobody had touched—and a welcome voice rang out. I turned toward it with a sheepish grin. Yena. The one person who still looked at me like a human being even while everyone else looked at me like dirt.
"How was your break?"
"It was great. Yours?"
"Same old, same old. But what on earth did you do that was so great? Last year you came back from a concert completely dead inside. Find a game that's actually your thing?"
"Something like that, I guess."
A certain famous celebrity had once said that sex was just another game, after all. I laughed awkwardly, and Yena told me that if it was that fun, she wanted me to teach her the game sometime. I brushed it off with a vague laugh.
Right on cue, the bell rang and the professor walked in, and we sat side by side facing the blackboard. The class was boring—which was only natural, seeing as I had zero motivation to learn anything in the first place. Naturally, my gaze drifted to Yena beside me.
"Hmmm."
Maybe she'd been too busy lately to touch up her roots, because Yena's hair had gone full pudding. Big, chunky piercings, and clothes that, if you actually looked, were surprisingly plain. And the sliver of snow-white skin peeking through the stretched collar of her T-shirt...
I swallowed without thinking and studied Yena's face. The way she diligently took notes even during orientation, the slight furrow of her brow—something about it felt weirdly erotic. I hadn't felt that way even when we slept cuddled together on the department retreat.
"Ahem."
I cleared my throat for no reason and looked away, and Yena glanced at me sideways with a bashful smile.
"What?"
"N-nothing."
"Hmmmm~?"
Yena hummed through her nose, smiling like a fox. It was the kind of smile that taught you what bewitching actually meant.
"Nnh."
And also the kind of smile that put dirty fantasies in your head. Really got you going.
Come to think of it, girls like Yena were always wildly popular. She'd even been confessed to by an upperclassman and a classmate last year. Back then I'd just figured it was because she was so lively and charming... but maybe they'd seen something else entirely.
That strangely, inexplicably lewd feeling she gave off was really, really getting to me. What kind of face would Yena make in bed? Would she bounce and grind with that energetic grin, or would she suddenly turn all demure and shyly melt into my arms?
"Heren?"
"Y-yeah!?"
"Pfft! Why are you so jumpy?"
"It's nothing, ahaha."
I fumbled through an excuse, and Yena tilted her head before asking whether I had lunch plans.
"If not, wanna grab a rice burger together?"
"Rice burger?"
"Yeah."
"I don't have plans, but let's skip the rice burger and get something else. My treat."
"Huh? Um... I'm fine, really."
"I'm driving us somewhere a bit far. I found a great place a while back."
This time Yena hesitated, gauging my reaction. She clearly wanted to eat something good, but looked guilty about being treated.
"In exchange, I need some advice."
So I asked her for advice I didn't actually need.
"Hm? Is something bothering you?"
"A little?"
Come to think of it... had Yena ever had sex? Even if her partner was a woman instead of a man. Nobody would just leave someone that attractive alone, right? So she had, probably? I'd have to ask her how to stop thinking about nothing but sex now that I'd finally had my first time.
With our lunch date set, time crawled by strangely slowly. I asked Seria to book the restaurant, sorted out my pens and notebooks... and with still plenty of time to kill, I ended up chattering about lunch all through orientation.
"Oh, right—you can eat tteok-galbi, can't you?"
"Huh?"
"There's supposedly a place that grills those beef patties over charcoal, so if you've got any allergies, tell me now."
"I'm fine! Meat? I could never give that up!"
"Ahaha, what a relief."
The sincerity was practically dripping from her voice. I laughed at that answer just as the bell rang, and I headed straight outside with Yena.
"So? What was it you wanted to ask?"
The server told us the food would take a good twenty minutes. The moment she was gone, Yena asked what this advice was about, and I hesitated a beat before asking whether it was okay to talk about something... naughty.
"U-uh, huh?"
"I, um, lost my virginity a little while ago? Oh—and, um, I'm a futanari, so my partner was a woman."
"O-oh! Ahaha! So you're a futanari, Heren."
She didn't know? Well, I never went around announcing it, so fair enough, I supposed. Anyway, I pressed on.
"Ever since that first time, I keep looking at women with... dirty eyes. What should I do about it?"
I put on my most serious expression and held her gaze to show how earnest I was—and Yena flushed scarlet and turned her head away.
"I-I wouldn't know."
"Hm?"
"W-well, I mean, it's just..."
Red all the way to the nape of her neck, Yena kept fanning herself with her hand. Between her repeated, flustered apologies, I kept telling her it was fine—but I couldn't stop staring at her.
No way. Was she actually inexperienced? That pretty? That sexy? That cute? Seriously? Was everyone else just blind? No, wait—if she was still a virgin, then—
"B-but, w-who was it with?"
"Hm?"
What had I been thinking just now? Something... something really unlike me...? The moment I looked at Yena's face, I felt myself react, instantly. Pierced ears, pudding hair, and yet blushing and peeking at me with naked curiosity. All those fantasies from before came flooding back, one on top of another. I squeezed my eyes shut against the feeling, then slowly opened them and met Yena's gaze—and she jerked her head away, startled.
"Y-you don't have to answer if it's too hard to talk about!"
...She really was inexperienced. The way she kept sneaking glances between my legs, the way her eyes brimmed with curiosity—everything about her said so. Seriously, she was pissing my cock off. Should I just drag her straight to a hotel?
"Your food is ready."
"Ah! L-let's eat!"
And that was right when I was seriously entertaining that impulse. The server came over and set down the tteok-galbi and soybean paste stew, and I laughed awkwardly while secretly pressing my palm down hard over my crotch.