A new lease on the afterlife.

“Murasaki?” a friendly and girlish voice called to me and snapped me out of my sleep.

I slowly raised my head off my arms to look at my classmate. A tall girl with long jet-black hair, light grey eyes, and huge breasts. This latter detail wasn’t altogether unusual for this school, given that all the girls had either huge tits or were rarely almost completely flat-chested, but being the proud pervert I was meant I was always going to notice it.

“Hey, Tsuki,” I greeted, casually, “what’s up?”

“Class is over, everyone has left,” she replied sweetly. Tsuki was the class representative, but honestly seemed way too gentle for the role. She was positive and kind-hearted, also a bit of a pushover, so it was a wonder how she managed to get the job in the first place. I liked her; she had spent a lot of time helping me get accustomed to this new world.

I blinked, “Oh, sorry, I haven’t been getting good sleep.” A quick glance around the room told me she was absolutely right. Not a single soul was in here, just me and her. Even the teacher had left. And a glance out the window next to my desk told me that it was extremely late. It was dusk and the room was full of an amber glow, “Whoa, why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” I asked, it must have been an hour or so since school was out.

“I would have, but you looked like you really needed the rest.”

That was certainly true, “Did you wait here this whole time for me? I’m sorry to make you do that.”

She shook her head, “It’s fine, I got all my homework done while I waited.” For some reason she was blushing as she said this, and in that moment, I noticed a strangely sweet and feminine smell in the air. It was like her own natural scent but a bit stronger and mixed with something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It wasn’t unpleasant in any case; she probably just hadn’t bathed yet. She seemed like the sort who would do that at night.

“Why did you wait?”

“In case you needed my help finding your way back to your dorm. You’ve only been here a week and I remember it taking me much longer to be able to get there on my own when I first arrived.”

“Thanks,” I smiled and started putting my things away. It was definitely an appreciated gesture, I felt like I could probably find my way back on my own by this point, but I was more than happy to spend more time with Tsuki.

“More importantly, it looks like you finally got a job!”

I blinked as the contents of the dream came rushing back to me, it was true. I could do the mental examination of my own stats just like in the dream. Which meant it wasn’t a dream after all, I truly had become an “Eromancer”. And now the kind and big-sister-like Tsuki could see it. Couldn’t that drunk goddess have chosen a much more low-key name for the thing than “Eromancer”?

It was at this point I realized that I could look at another person and “see” some of their job info as well. I only briefly glanced at Tsuki’s, since my brain was focused on other things at the moment, enough to see that her job was apparently “Samurai”.

“Uh, yeah I guess I did,” I replied noncommittally, still slightly unsure how she would react to it. Anterose had assured me everyone here was a closet perv, but something about wearing my own perversion on my sleeve in an all-girls school just reflexively seemed bad.

“Beguiler? I’ve never heard of that job before. I wonder if there will be anyone who can actually teach you its skills.”

I blinked. Beguiler? My class was definitely called Eromancer. I was about to correct her when the reason for this dissonance occurred to me. Anterose hadn’t completely thrown me to the wolves, apparently other people saw my class name as something different. That was good.

“Apparently it’s unique to me,” I said. I was then glad that it seemed that I couldn’t check what Tsuki’s skills were, because that meant she couldn’t see mine either. And if the name of the job wouldn’t have been a giveaway, certainly the skills would have been.

“Oh, that’s really cool,” she replied, “I’ve heard of people who get unique classes, they’re rare but all really good if you can master them. The tricky part is that they have to be self-taught, so it will take a while to get to your full potential.” She was talking fast and surprisingly enthusiastically about this. This subject might have been a favorite of hers, “The rest of us have to be taught our skills by other people who have them, but unique job skills instead have unlock conditions. I’d recommend finding out what yours are right away, otherwise you may never progress.”

I did a mental glance to what my condition might be. And there it was, plain as day in my mind’s eye in bright pink script.

Sexual stimulation.

Of course it would be something like that. If the drunk goddess hadn’t told me what she did about everyone in this academy, that condition might have worried me.

“I’ll have to check it out later,” I said, getting up and donning my backpack, “Mind showing me the way to my room again? The layout of this place is still kinda confusing to me.” I said this mostly just to have an excuse to hang out with her more.

She agreed and we departed the classroom. Even though I had been here a week, and everything was slowly becoming normalized, I didn’t think I would ever get over how beautiful everything was. Not just the girls, but the architecture too. Everything looked like background images taken from high fantasy RPGs, except they were real.

Massive vaulted ceilings, various vine-like decorations made of wood, metal, or marble, windows with multicolored stained-glass panes creating a rainbow of colors throughout the classrooms and corridors, and floating white orbs at the ceilings which cast light upon each room as they drifted through the air.

The “technology” of this place was also impressive. Melfluere had almost sci-fi levels of technology except most of it didn’t run on electricity or power grids; it ran on magic, runes, and rituals. The world’s scientists were basically just mages who tinkered with magic to create powerful and convenient new magic.

There were even phones that were similar to the kinds one might find back on Earth, but they were called “tabs” and they had slightly different functions. While there wasn’t anything resembling social media or even texting, tabs could be used to send email-like messages, called “arcane mail” or “a-mail”, and they could be used to communicate with other tabs like a telephone. It would even project a holographic image of the person you were talking to using illusion magic. In fact, there were a number of magical “screens” and “interfaces” that were projected using illusion spells throughout the world at large.

As we walked through these gorgeous hallways, Tsuki was going on about jobs, which was all stuff I’d heard before in one of the classes I was being put through, but I nodded along all the same because it was nice to be talking with someone. Especially someone as cute and sweet as Tsuki. My popularity as a result of being the only man in this school meant that I was talked to a lot, but never really talked with. Which meant I was actually starting to feel really lonely.

Being a shameless nerd and otaku meant that I had frequently contemplated scenarios like this one, being isekai’d into a fantasy world like the ones in JRPGs, but I had never expected it to be quite like this. I was beginning to sympathize with the main characters of those plots who usually and inexplicably thought of their situation as a total pain in the ass despite being surrounded by hot chicks. But here I was, feeling lonely and sexually frustrated in that exact scenario.

Granted, now that I knew that everyone in this school basically was just as perverted as me, and I had some pretty safe ways of relieving myself when the time came, this feeling was going to be a thing of the past.

“I wonder what weapon choices you’ll have as a Beguiler,” Tsuki said after going through an entire verbal essay on how different jobs gain skills relating to three different weapon types, “I bet they will be really cool and unique.”

Unique, certainly. Cool? I wasn’t holding my breath. Let’s be real, my true class was a sex mage.

“You sure know a lot about jobs,” I said, conversationally as we emerged from the large ornate wooden double doors to the academy’s courtyard. The fresh air hit me in a wave. It was so interesting, I had become so used to the smoggy disgusting Earth air, that actual air without any pollutants felt great in my lungs. Since everything here in Melfluere was powered by magic, energy could be produced without any waste. It felt good to breathe real air.

Tsuki became adorably bashful at my comment, “It’s my favorite subject. It’s just so strange and interesting how it all works.”

Strange was definitely on point. The idea that something abstract like a “character class” from a videogame was a real-life thing that could affect people was definitely surreal.

Suddenly, Tsuki stopped in the middle of the courtyard. The flagstone walkways went in a large circle around a park that we were cutting through. The park featured a Stonehenge-like structure with perfectly square-cut stones each set up with immaculate precision.

“What’s up?” I asked, curious about why she stopped.

Tsuki turned to me, “Are you okay, Murasaki? You’ve seemed kind of agitated since you arrived.”

I was feeling much better now, but I suppose I didn’t do a good job hiding my frustration up to this point. I was still hesitant to just be totally honest with her, I had no idea just how forward I could be, so I played it safe. “I just feel so out of place here. Not only am I the only guy in this whole school, I’m not even from the same world as any of you. I know I’m kinda popular, but it all seems so one-sided, so I feel kind of lonely. I’m worried about what the future is going to be like for me.”

“Look,” she said and pointed, interrupting my rant.

I let my gaze follow her finger to see an absolutely stunning sunset perfectly aligned and framed by one of the surrounding henges.

“Isn’t it gorgeous?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, in genuine awe. The scene was so picturesque, cream colored clouds drifting to a backdrop of purples, oranges, and soft pinks. It almost completely melted away my worries.

After a moment of just watching the sunset, Tsuki spoke again, “This is a new experience for you. I remember what it felt like when I first arrived here, it was nothing compared to what you’re experiencing, but it was still jarring. This wasn’t at all what I thought the afterlife would look like or be like, and I had barely even lived at all on Halphor, I’d just turned eighteen and had my whole life ahead of me. It wasn’t until about a week in, standing here and looking at this gorgeous sunset, that I had my epiphany.”

“What was that?” I asked.

“Melfluere isn’t really so bad. We’re comfortable, we get fed, we can socialize, and we can pursue our dreams like we never could back on Halphor. Magic is real and its convenient, and if we want, we can go on adventures like in all the old stories. I like it here.” She was smiling as she said this, not looking at me but at the twilit sky with eyes full of wonder.

“I wouldn’t worry about not understanding how this world works,” she continued, “you’ll literally have all the time in the world to adapt. They let students stay here as long as they need to, even once you’re ready to graduate. I have a few friends who have completed all of their coursework and can graduate anytime, but they don’t feel ready yet. There’s no shame in it. You can take things as slow as you want. There’s no rush.” She turned a heartwarming smile on me.

That was when the rest of my worries that hadn’t been banished by the scenery finally disappeared like smoke. It was true, I didn’t have to worry about a thing. I might have been sexually frustrated, confused, and lonely, but all of those things were temporary. I would adapt and thrive eventually.

“Thanks,” I said, and returned the smile, “that actually helped a lot.”

She looked absolutely beautiful to me right now, bathed in the amber glow of dusk, smiling warmly. Her outfit was hard to ignore too, especially with this lighting. Her milky pale skin was so exposed and illuminated perfectly. My eyes naturally drifted to her large and shapely breasts.

“You um,” she began, “you look at chests a lot, I’ve noticed.”

My eyes jerked themselves upward and away from her luscious melons to meet her gaze. There was a sparkle in her moon-like eyes as she looked at me, cheeks flushed a deep red which contrasted her milky skin. This was the first time anyone had actually brought it up to me, I actually panicked a little.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry it’s just you all have such um, revealing uniforms,” I replied defensively, “it would be hard for any guy not to.”

She looked away bashfully, “No need to apologize, if any of us actually had a problem with it we’d tell you,” she assured me, “I just wanted to know because you never talk about them.”

“Well, in the world I come from that would be rude. It would also be rude to stare but I can’t really help myself on that one,” I laughed a little and was happy to see her cover her lips and giggle demurely.

Was this actually happening? This adorable and kind-hearted classmate who had been helping me this whole week was just sharing a casual conversation about tits with me. There was something so hot about that.

There was a brief silence as we both seemed to try and figure out how to move forward through this slightly strange turn in the conversation. I couldn’t stop looking at her chest, at those breasts that had to at least be E cups. The view combined with the fact that I was pretty sure she had puffed out her chest slightly meant I was rocking a pretty intense boner, and thankfully the blazer of my uniform was long enough that it was properly concealed. It still amazed me how erotic these uniforms were, the first button of the blazer and the blouse started just below Tsuki’s bust, and the jacket was tight enough that it pushed her breasts together to create a truly impressive line of cleavage.

What I wouldn’t give to touch them. The familiar feeling of frustration was bubbling up inside me again. That annoying feeling of having so much sexual stimulus but not being able to do anything about it. Then the words of the drunk goddess reverberated through my mind.

Look kiddo, you can get away with a lot more than you think you can with these girls, and it won’t be considered bad at all.

Was that true? Anterose was a goddess, after all, she would know better. But could I trust her judgement? She was, by her own admission, absolutely blasted on **** to the point that she could barely remember why she was right, nor even what she was the goddess of. But I did just get done talking with Tsuki about breasts like we were discussing the weather. Maybe there was something to it.

“Murasaki?” her voice knocked me out of my own thoughts. “We should keep going. It’s going to be dark out soon.”

I blinked, the sun had finally set, and the sky had become a bruised color with a soft orange glow where the sun used to be. A few specks of starlight were beginning to appear. Additionally, the lamps set up along the flagstone walkways lit up, and a few of the floating white light orbs were drifting above the park.

I nodded and we went the rest of the way to my room, mostly in silence. When we approached another set of massive double doors leading to the dorm building I lived in now, Tsuki suddenly shouted.

“Kya!” It was a truly lucky thing I was behind Tsuki when one of her feet caught on one of the steps and she lurched forward, else I might not have acted fast enough or at all. In the interest of making sure her face didn’t smash into the stone steps, I reached out and tried to place my hand on her far shoulder so she would stop on my arm and all would be well. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, I was one step down from her, so my hand didn’t quite reach her shoulder, instead it landed on something much much softer.

Either way, it did the trick, and I managed to stop her from toppling forward, though I was a scrawny guy, so my general lack of arm strength meant it was a close thing, I nearly toppled over with her instead.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yes, thanks to you,” she replied and smiled at me, panting slightly and blushing.

I don’t know what possessed me to keep my hand on her chest for far longer than it needed to be there. It was frankly a blessing that she wasn’t upset that my hand ended up there in the first place. Then again, the drunk goddess did say I got one freebie with everyone and they wouldn’t be upset. But several seconds had passed beyond me confirming that she was stable on her feet and I did not move my hand. Perhaps it was the intoxicating softness, perhaps it was Anterose’s words still echoing in the back of my mind, maybe it was shock from the sudden adrenaline rush, maybe it was all the pent-up sexual frustration finally bubbling over the top and taking advantage of the situation. Whatever the case, my hand remained, and we both made eye contact.

She wasn’t getting upset. She was still smiling at me and the only indication she gave that anything was happening was a slight blush on her cheeks, but even then, I couldn’t tell if it was because of where my hand was or if it was because she was embarrassed about nearly tripping in front of me. Anterose had said they would make it abundantly clear when they didn’t consent to what I was doing, Tsuki wasn’t giving me any negative signs at all.

And by the gods of softness, down, and everything fluffy, her breast felt amazing. Like a cloud I could touch and squeeze. And yes, I gave it a squeeze, I couldn’t help myself, my hand was practically acting on its own.

Her reaction to the squeeze should have been anger, instead it was a slight and nearly inaudible squeak.

That was when the reality of this situation crashed into me like a wave. She was letting me grope her. Which meant I could just do this now. She would just let me grope her whenever I wanted. I swallowed hard dragging my palm across her cleavage and to the other breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as well.

“Do you like them?” She asked in a quietly bashful voice.

“I do, they’re so soft.” I replied, sliding my hand back across her cleavage and this time I slid it under the blouse, feeling her entire bare melon in my hand. It was so huge, no matter how far I stretched my fingers there was always some flesh I couldn’t quite grab in one handful. And her nipple felt like a rock boring into my palm as I squeezed away.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, this act was not being done completely in private. I would learn later that someone in the second floor of my dorm was watching the whole affair through their window, and she was a-mailing the event to all of her peers.

As I was having my way with her impressive shelf of a rack, she was gently moaning and panting heatedly, “I’m so happy you like them, but it’s getting late and my dorm-mates will start to worry if I don’t head back.” Her tone as she said this was interesting. It seemed like an honest statement, but it also seemed wistful, like she didn’t want it to be true. Additionally, I noted a lack of general conviction, which seemed to imply that if I instead wanted to continue this for the rest of the night and until dawn, she would not complain.

I smiled and pulled my hand out of her blazer, but not before leaving her nipple with a parting gift in the form of a hearty pinch. I had my fun, and if nothing else this past week had taught me to be patient. There would be a better time to continue, what was one more night of sexual frustration? I got the feeling tomorrow was going to be a whole new day.

She smiled wanly, in a gesture that made clear her disappointment. Perhaps it was that feeling that drove her to do what she did next. She lurched forward suddenly and mashed her own lips into mine in a **** and loving kiss. Before I could even react, she suddenly turned and ran back down the steps, face as red as a tomato.

I just had my first kiss; with the lovely and sweet Tsuki no less. A girl who I had just been molesting for the better part of a full minute. My heart swelled with happiness. I turned to look up at my own dorm building framed by a deep purple sky and glittering light from unfamiliar stars.

For the first time in the entire week since I had arrived, I was looking forward to the next day.