Casual Half-Nudity and Masturbation Talk with My Roommate
"For that reason, Lazar's transfer to the academy has been decided starting today. It might be tough for him to adjust as the only guy in an all-girls environment, but you all don't need to worry about him. Just act as you normally would, and that'll be enough."
The students stared at me with cold, disinterested eyes at the teacher's words. There wasn't a shred of goodwill or curiosity toward the transfer student—nothing positive at all. And why would there be? From their perspective, I was just a foreign intruder. Anyone attending this academy was a top-tier talent in their field, so you can imagine how pissed they'd be having a nobody like me crash the party. Especially since this place was a total no-man's-land—not a single guy among the students or staff. A guy like me popping up out of nowhere in their girls-only garden? The fact that they were only giving me cold glares was them going easy on me already.
You know how it is—people lose their shit just over discussions about turning women's colleges co-ed? Compared to that, these girls here must be well-educated ladies, 'cause they're handling it pretty gracefully.
Any normal guy would shrink in a setup like this. Even dudes super comfortable around women get anxious or play it safe when they're the overwhelming minority. But not me.
Man, modern onaholes have such killer designs these days.
Feel intimidated by women's stares? Why the hell would I? There's only one type of woman here: future onaholes for my dick. Students, teachers—every bitch in this place is a potential onahole. This academy might as well be my personal onahole cellar.
The only downside? Keeping my dick from exploding right here and now.
Whoever designed these uniforms knows how to get you hard.
Leotards that show off those killer legs, tits squeezed tight into cleavage pockets. Is this a school uniform or a whore outfit? And get this—these chicks customize 'em with garter belts, fishnets, frills, the works. No wonder I'm throbbing. Hang in there, son. Soon enough, you won't go a single day without draining.
"I can't accept this."
Out steps a girl with stunning blonde ponytail and blue eyes—Erika. Just like in the original story, she's a hardcore stickler for rules, bold enough to straight-up oppose the academy's decision.
"First off, I can't wrap my head around this whole Big Dick Special Student thing. Is that really special enough to earn a spot at our academy? And even if it is, wouldn't it fit better at a men's academy? Isn't he in the wrong place?"
Oh, she's got a point. Damn, that's sharp—no room for counterargument there. Let's see how Johanna handles it.
"The reason Lazar-kun is at the women's academy instead of the men's is simple. This is where his Big Dick truly shines. And it's also for your benefit."
The first part's whatever, but the second didn't convince the students. Erika voiced their disgust again.
"I don't get how this benefits us. Why would it?"
"The academy decided to admit Lazar-kun so you all can get used to Big Dicks in advance."
I bit my lower lip hard. Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Laughing now would kill the vibe, for real.
"You've probably heard stories on the news. Women who surrender their pussies to Big Dicks."
Erika shot back immediately.
"Putting us in the same category as those lowly sluts is unacceptable."
"Of course, I don't mean to belittle your talents. Your abilities and bloodlines are leagues above average women. But that's exactly why a single pussy surrender would hit you harder than most. Big Dicks are rare, sure, but they exist. Best to prepare by facing the real thing."
Yeah, that's her take. Honestly, even I can't buy Johanna's explanation—doubt the girls will. But who cares? For any bitch who won't buy it, I'll just have a nice, deep body conversation with her.
Say the students try to treat me like an intruder and kick me out. That shit won't happen overnight. In any organization, overturning a decision is harder than making one. It'll drag on forever. All I gotta do is prove my worth with this body in the meantime.
"May I say a word?"
"Lazar-kun? ...Go ahead."
With Johanna's go-ahead, I got the floor. Most students shot me dirty looks like, Let's hear what this clown's got to say. Without Common Sense Alteration Mode, I'd be sweating.
"Ahem! I know I'm not up to this academy's standards. But since it's the academy's decision, I hope you students can cut me some slack. I'll show you that even a Big Dick like me is just a regular guy. No need to fear."
"...Who said anything about fear?"
I ignored the grumble.
"And sometimes, even if I don't mean to, a girl might just surrender her pussy on her own. So please, ladies, be careful not to let that happen."
That one landed. It's basically saying you'll all bow before my dick whether I try or not. Even if not everyone, assuming some slut will? Total insult. But what can ya do—it's true. Can't wait for the day every bitch in this class gets real with dick. My cock's twitching just thinking about it.
※ After class ended, on the way to the dorms, Johanna asked as she guided me.
"How was your first day? Could you keep up with classes?"
"Ah, no way. The academy's level is insane~"
Coming from high school where I'd basically quit studying, no chance I could keep up. Not that I plan to hole up studying in this world anyway.
"Even if you're not here for academics, strive to improve. As academy students, you can't fall below standard."
"Yeah, noted."
"...Your attitude could use work. How about relations with other students?"
"Hard to get close on day one, right? It's awkward, but time'll fix it."
Any outsider would think I'm Mr. Positive. Truth is, not one student spoke to me all day. They straight-up treated me like I'm invisible.
Ending the day without this much is already a win. No outright insults or violence, right?
"That's to be expected at first. They'll see you as a thorn in their side. You must've prepared for this?"
"Prepare? Nah, I'll be buds with everyone soon enough."
Johanna let out a dry chuckle like she was done.
"Incredibly optimistic. Or do you not grasp the situation?"
"No worries. I know exactly how to get close to girls."
Not in my old world, where I couldn't even hold hands. But here...
"...Well, that positivity's admirable at least. Good you're not cowed. One more thing, though unnecessary: not everyone's hostile. Your roommate volunteered for the spot."
"Oh, really?"
I played dumb and nodded. Knew it from the original story—no surprise.
"Guys and girls have different habits, so friction's inevitable. Be mindful and considerate."
Ain't that the least of our problems? Sharing a room with strangers of the opposite sex is nuts to begin with! But I won't say that.
"This is the room."
Johanna knocked, and a cute, bubbly voice came from inside.
"Door's open. Come in."
Sure enough, the door revealed a black-haired girl in street clothes sitting on the bed. Her plump, heaving tits looked delicious, and she gave off this sweet scent that revved up my dick's appetite. Her pure yet kinda airheaded face was a huge plus.
"Hi! I'm Rine. I'll be your roommate for the next year. Nice to meet ya."
Rine flashed a bright smile and offered her hand first.
"Sucks that my solo room just got smaller. Kinda feel bad."
"Nah, no need. I was thinking it was too big for one person anyway."
Definitely spacious for dorms. Guess anyone elite enough for this academy comes from money.
"Hehe, exciting! I've always wanted a roomie. Might be awkward sometimes, but let's make it work. We can chat tons. Cool?"
"Hell yeah. Love a good talk."
Specifically, body talk. Knew from the story Rine was sweet as hell, but feeling it live? Next level. You're hired! Perfect onahole material for popping my cherry. Gotta stuff that puffy pussy hole full soon.
"Glad your first impressions are good. I'll leave you to it. Rine'll fill you in on dorm rules."
"You got it. Take care, Miss Johanna."
After seeing Johanna off, Rine stretched with a yawn.
"Nngh! Now that teacher's gone, I can relax~?"
"Obviously. Dorms are for chilling, right? It's your room—get comfy."
"Our room. You're co-owner now, so don't forget. Got it?"
No turf wars from her, even though she could've. Total angel.
"Gonna change first."
Right here. Ignoring me completely, Rine stripped off her uniform, folded it neatly into the closet. Bra off too—those massive melons jiggled under gravity, burned right into my eyes. Panties stayed on as some last shred of modesty, but black lace like that? Sometimes hotter than naked. Note: leotard uniform means high-leg panties. Dickbait central.
"Mmm! Haa! Ahh, so refreshing. Uniforms are cute, but nothing beats naked comfort."
She stretched wide, those fat tits bouncing up and down~♥ Fuck, wanna pounce, suck, and grope right now. Honestly, I could if I wanted. But nah—best to simmer a bit. Builds flavor. Even with Magical Dick, gorging randomly leads to boredom fast.
"Hm? What's up? Staring holes through me. Something wrong? Or is me stripping weirding you out...?"
"Nah? Your body's so fucking hot, can't stop looking."
"Eek?!"
At my sexual harassment, Rine blushed faintly and cupped her cheeks.
"S-so embarrassing! Don't say that to a girl you just met. I'll take it seriously. Flattery's fine in moderation, even to bond."
"Dead serious."
"Hmph! Not falling for empty words! I know all guys are wolves!"
And she rooms with one casually? No such thing as sexual harassment here. Old-world harassment? Here, it's just praising a woman's sexual bits. Rine might think it's flattery, but she doesn't hate it. Zero backlash.
"Why? For real—your tits are huge and perfect. Wanna suck 'em all day. Bet rubbing my dick in that titty runway feels insane."
"Auuugh! Stop! Stop! Thanks for the praise, but it's too embarrassing! End of topic! Got it?!"
Rine cleared her throat and switched gears.
"Ahem. Anyway, co-ed living needs rules. Start with masturbation?"
"Ooh, straight to the point, huh?"
"Is it? Masturbation's routine—gotta set it straight. How often do you jerk, Lazar? Me? Morning, lunch, bedtime—three times."
"Three times a day? Damn, that's a lot."
"Isn't that normal? Routine jerks make the day fresh."
"What do you use?"
"No one fave, but... getting swept up by a romantic hunk?"
Dirty thrill hearing a beauty's fap fantasies. Looks pure and clueless, but needs three daily wanks or she cracks. Normal here, but only I know how slutty that is.
"Mixed genders, so mutual fapping might be awkward? Morning and night, take turns in the bathroom?"
"Appreciate it, but pass. I don't jerk."
"Eh? For real? You're human—horniness builds. You just hold it in?"
Rine blinked in disbelief. Back home, I'd fap daily too. But here? No need. Pussy or mouth-onaholes exist—why handjob?
"Hmm, got it. Still, don't push. Fapping's natural."
"Told ya, no worries. Watching you fap's enough for me."
"Pfft! What? Not like watching Dad eat fills me up."
She laughed it off as a joke. Dead serious, though.