A relaxing bath date.

Once again, I had crossed the threshold into a world that perverts the world around could only dream of. Once again, I felt a wave of vertigo as my instincts screamed that I wasn’t allowed to be here. Once again, they were blissfully and wonderfully wrong. My dorm bath, a mixed bath by virtue of the fact that staff never expected a guy to be here, was laid out before me in all its glory.

It was actually my first time being here, which is why I was surprised to find that it wasn’t just a bath, it was a full-blown hot springs. Each dorm room had a shower handy, so previous to this day, I had taken showers in the morning like I used to when I was alive. I would have loved to soak in a bath, but I was too afraid of encountering one of the nineteen women in my dorm. Now I had no such fear, but more importantly, I was here with a purpose beyond just cleansing the body and soul.

I was here with Tsuki on our first official date, and we were here alone.

“Murasaki, it’s embarrassing if you stare so much,” she said beside me in her full nude glory. I was making no effort at subtlety as I ogled her, so her reaction was warranted, though it had a sort of tepid tone that made it clear she didn’t truly mind.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, you’re just so damn hot!” I exclaimed, struggling to contain my excitement at landing such a hot girlfriend who was an adorably self-conscious yet determined cutie.

She blushed furiously and wiggled as we made our way to the bath’s edge to sit down. I did not stop staring.

And boy, there was a lot to look at. While the uniforms of this school left little to the imagination when it came to the chest or legs, it was genuinely difficult to tell sometimes when a student was extremely fit or had a fluffy layer of thickness thanks to the overall coverage on the rest of the body. And Tsuki was a very satisfying mix of the two. She was delightfully squishy and jiggly but beneath that small layer of fat was nothing but solid muscle. Evidently this was because the country she came from on Halphor, Juhiro, was a northern country with a very cold climate. Many people there tended to have thicker frames to protect against the cold, so even the most fit of individuals often had a layer of protective fat. In any case, I appreciated it, it was amazing and wonderful.

So, one might be wondering how we ended up in my dorm’s bath together. Well, as it turns out, Juhiro had some very interesting traditions. One of which was reserved for occasions where two individuals embark upon some sort of social contract. It wasn’t just reserved for lovers or lovers-to-be, it was also for close friends or even for establishing a master-servant relationship—like a lord accepting a new vassal or bodyguard.

See, the people of Juhiro were of the opinion that the best way to break down the barriers of awkwardness between two people was for them to bathe together. It didn’t have to be an intimate affair, but the unwritten rule of such events was that the bathhouse was the great equalizer. No matter your status, your wealth, your ideas, or your beliefs, everyone is naked under their clothes.

“You know, I was a little skeptical about this idea at first,” I began as I lowered myself into the delightfully hot water of the spring, “but it’s starting to make sense to me. This is a really good idea.”

“Bathing together, you mean?” Tsuki lowered herself down beside me. She wasn’t cuddling me, but was directly next to me, and in fact she seemed to be trying to make sure we weren’t making contact. However, she had an expression like she really didn’t want to be separated.

That just wouldn’t do. I took the initiative instead, scooting over and slinging an arm over her shoulders. My hand came to rest on her breast, and I idly began squeezing and kneading it. She seemed slightly shocked at this development but was clearly happy with it because she leaned her head against me almost immediately and the tension just seemed to melt away from her body.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s a great way to just, put everything on the table. No judgement, no secrets, everything is out in the open for everyone to see.”

“It’s certainly easy to understand why you’d be interested,” Tsuki replied and giggled.

Was that a hint of sass in her voice? Tsuki had sass? I was beginning to love this girl more and more, “Well when I have such a pretty girl joining me, how could I not?”

“Am...” she began quietly, “am I really that pretty to you?”

The pure unadulterated cuteness coming from such a self-conscious question struck me like a lightning bolt and even sent shivers up my spine. Here was this gorgeous woman asking me if she really was cute or if I was just humoring her. It took me a second to realize this was a very odd question for her to ask, though.

“Hell yeah you are!” I exclaimed. “And how can you even be so self-conscious when you have your ideal body?”

Tsuki lifted her hands out of the water and poked her fingers together nervously, her blush deepened, “Well... just because it’s ideal for me doesn’t mean it’s ideal for you… also it’s quite different from the rest of my classmates. I’d only ever known what Juhiro’s standards of beauty were.”

I blinked. I hadn’t thought about it like that before, “Oh, yeah I guess that makes sense. You don’t have to worry though, you’re definitely my type.” And that was certainly true, though admittedly I had yet to see a girl at this academy who wasn’t appealing to me in some way. I supposed it was because a big part of sex appeal to me was confidence. Since everyone here was proud of their body, that energy made them even more attractive to me.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Tsuki smiled and nuzzled into my chest a bit more.

Meanwhile, I continued to grope and knead her boob. Gods above, she was so soft! I remembered that her breasts were one of her erogenous zones thanks to my eroscope skill from earlier, especially her nipples. I gave one of the soft, puffy buds a light and satisfying pinch, eliciting a squeaky moan from the girl.

“Ah, Murasaki,” she chided half-heartedly.

I chuckled.

“I have a question for you,” she said, suddenly. I stopped pinching her nipple to let her focus on it, “Do you miss anyone from your world?”

“Yeah. I wish I could like, send my parents a letter to let them know I’m okay and happy, but I also kinda get why I can’t do that. And I’ll miss my buddies from high school, but since I died right after graduation and we were gonna go our separate ways anyway, that ship had already sailed. I was gonna miss them no matter what. I’m doing my best not to think about how my **** must have affected all of them.” There was also a classmate I had a mega crush on, I was gonna miss ogling her, but I didn’t bring this one up. “How about you?”

She was quiet for a moment, “I only had my big brother. We were orphans and we died at the same time. He’s actually here on Melfluere too, but he’s at a different academy. I still miss him; I haven’t even seen him since we died. I did manage to get his a-mail, though, so we still talk.”

I was more than a little curious about how exactly she died, especially hearing that her brother died with her, but questions like that were taboo on Melfluere. Besides, that would open her up to ask me the same thing, and I would just feel embarrassed telling her I got hit by a literal cliché on eighteen wheels.

“Well, that’s good at least,” I settled on saying instead, smiling down at her.

“To be honest, Murasaki, I was kind of lonely here before you arrived. I’m not good at talking with other people. But you’ve been very nice to me. I am very grateful for that.”

That genuinely warmed my heart to hear, “Oh, no problem. I could say the same to you, frankly. You didn’t have to go out of your way to make sure my transition went smoothly, but you’ve been helping me every step of the way.”

We smiled at each other and then kissed again. Lord have mercy, I would never get tired of kissing her. Tsuki may have literally unlocked a fetish for me. The sensation of rubbing lips, of tangling tongues, and the uniquely semi-sweet taste of her saliva, all of it combined into a truly deadly combination for my libido.

When we finally parted lips, I was in an especially horny mood. My penis was standing at attention and raging just below the surface. In fact, I was almost certain that if I got any harder, my tip would literally be poking up from the water like a pink periscope.

I chuckled and grinned devilishly, getting an idea. Without warning, I stood up and sat down at the edge of the bath, my erect penis completely unconcealed and above water. Tsuki’s eyes were immediately drawn to its length.

“Oh no,” I began in an exaggerated tone, “the water was too warm, so I sat up here, but now my thick, throbbing, meaty cock is starting to get cold. Is that a breeze I feel?” I made a show of shivering slightly. “What ever shall I dooo?”

Tsuki immediately had a shocked expression, “O-oh no! Will it be okay?” To my infinite surprise, her tone was completely sincere. Did… did she actually believe my obvious act? Or was she just that good at acting?

“Geh, uh, yeah. I mean, no!” I stumbled in my surprise but tried to look sorrowful.

“What should I do?” She asked, looking slightly panicked and looking up at my cock with genuine concern. If she were just playing along with me, she would have understood my intentions immediately and would have jumped on it. Unless she was playing a really deep con, she actually believed my cock was uncomfortably cold. She was so adorably gullible!

The idea of such genuine and pure innocence from such a sexy woman, who looked like a traditional Japanese beauty from my world, was driving me crazy. My cock was twitching.

“Oh! Is it so stiff because it’s trying to warm itself up? It looks painful…” she said, sadly. Critical hit, this just wasn’t fair.

Now I was starting to have fun, though. “Oh, yes, if only there was a gorgeous young maiden who’d be willing to keep it warm for me.”

She suddenly looked up at me, hands clasped together in a pleading gesture, “Oh, Murasaki, would… would I be okay?”

DOUBLE CRITICAL!

“Yes!” I exclaimed, trying not to sound too excited. “You’d be perfect, Tsuki. Please warm it up for me.”

She stared at it for a moment before doing anything. Her hesitation made my cock twitch again from the context and she squeaked softly when it did. “U-um…” she slowly moved her hands to the throbbing member before finally taking it in them. Both of her petite hands wrapped around the full length and delicately began rubbing.

“Ah, yes, just like that, Tsuki,” I said and sighed with satisfaction. She didn’t have any experience with this sort of thing whatsoever, but I really shouldn’t have been too surprised about that. In fact, now that I thought about it, there shouldn’t have been very many girls with experience here at all. Literally every student at the Faerie Arts Academy was a virgin, after all.

Still, I noted that many of the girls I’d played with so far were certainly experienced to some degree; Melon, Kanna, and Charlotte all seemed to have experience in sexual matters in spite of their virginity. Naomi too, but I wasn’t actually sure she was a virgin, she was a member of the faculty, not a student. But now that I thought about it, that sort of made sense. All four of those individuals came to me, they were the instigators, so they might have been rarities.

That’s when it occurred to me. The majority of the girls in this school would be just like Tsuki. Completely innocent to the ways of the penis. I could be their teacher and they would want me to be. So many of them wanting to touch my cock in the locker room earlier was making more sense now.

“Oh! It twitched, are you sure this is okay?” Tsuki asked, gently rubbing my shaft with both of her hands.

“Ah, try pumping it, up and down,” I said.

She obeyed diligently, beginning to stroke my length with her delicate fingers. It felt so amazing, I was being handled by such a cute and innocent beauty. And she moved her hands with such discipline and purpose. Perhaps it was a result of her sword training as a samurai. Either way her movements weren’t as clumsy as I might have expected from a first-timer.

“It… it’s not getting any softer,” she said with genuine concern in her voice, “am I not doing it right?”

“No, you’re doing great,” I replied dazedly. “Uh, I mean, it’s going to take a while, I think. It usually does.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“How will I know if it’s working?”

“Well,” I began, “If some sticky stuff comes out of the tip, you’re on the right track,” I nodded.

“Oh! I think there’s already some there.” Indeed, a globule of precum was perched on the tip. While she was inexperienced, her movements were so precise and perfect that I was already close to popping.

“You’ll also know you’re doing well if a bunch of white sticky stuff comes out,” I said.

It was this little fib that finally got Tsuki to catch on to what was really going on. She had a sudden look of realization. She turned a pair of narrowed eyes at me, “Murasaki,” her tone was almost disappointed, and she actually stopped stroking, unintentionally denying me the orgasm that was about to strike. The feeling of being denied such release was an immediate and irreconcilable agony. “I know that the white stuff is semen, and it’s part of the reproductive process… have you been lying to me?”

“Gah! Tsuki, yes, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t need to lie; I would have helped you relieve yourself if you just asked. I’ve heard about your um… exploits today.” She looked extremely embarrassed to say this, which was cute, but I was still in agony.

“Then please keep stroking!” I practically begged.

She gasped and then immediately began stroking again, blushing.

That was better, the wonderful feeling of nearing orgasm was building up inside me again.

“I also heard that it tasted really good, your semen, may I drink it?”

That was too much, hearing her ask me that so brazenly as a stark contrast to her gullible innocence from moments ago. “Yes!” I practically moaned as I began shooting my load in rope after rope of sticky cum.

She gasped again and leaned forward, wrapped her lips around my tip, and began drinking the creamy substance. “Mm gulp... mm gulp...” her swallowing was following a distinct and precise rhythm. She seemed to do everything she could in order to maintain a steady pace, so she didn’t get overwhelmed. This was good because I wasn’t anywhere close to stopping thanks to her tongue gently lapping at the tip and her small hands gliding up and down the shaft. She was milking me. This was such a fantastic feeling.

“Wahaha!” a laugh suddenly erupted from nearby, shocking me into an especially thick spurt. I looked around and then upward to find a woman standing atop a large stone at the other end of the bath. “I have found you at last, Murasaki! I have heard rumors about your intention to court all of the ladies at this Academy!”

Just what the hell did Kanna tell everyone? I mean, she wasn’t exactly wrong, but still!

Tsuki removed her mouth from my cock so she could turn her head and look at the sudden intruder, but she did not stop pumping my cock with her hands, continuing to squeeze out every drop of cum I had.

The short girl standing atop the rock, looking momentarily interested in the long streams of white cum shooting from my dick, had extremely long lavender hair and gleaming bicolored eyes; one was vivid red, and the other was a deep purple. She had a very sexy slender body with an overall petite frame and milky white skin. The only thing she was wearing was a towel, wrapped around her torso, but it was quite small. This meant that her flat chest was nearly completely exposed and, because of the confident wide-legged pose she was striking with her hands on her hips, I could see right up her towel to the white tag over her crotch.

When my ejaculation finally stopped—Tsuki did not stop stroking even after it did—I called out to her, “Uh, who are you?”

“I am Azelle Lavender! Gaze upon me and tremble with fear at my incontrovertible beauty, at the irresistibly slender and sexy body of one of the two great Purple Dragon Sisters!”

“Don’t mind if I do,” I said, and then used Erokinesis on her towel to make it fall off and into the bath. Just for fun, I decided to make it so that she would know I was responsible for it, since I could decide that if I wanted. Her cute, tiny pink nipples became completely exposed to the chilly night air; they were very erect.

“Ack!” she had a shocked expression and a blush formed on her cheeks momentarily, but it quickly faded and she just grinned, becoming even more confident and making no move to cover herself, “A fascinating opening move…”

“Um, Murasaki,” Tsuki cut in, “what’s going on?”

I shrugged, “I dunno.”

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist my perfect feminine form, gaze upon my superior body and fall into despair!” My tastes in body types had always been quite varied so it was definitely very sexy to me. Why were all the flat-chested girls I knew such haughty characters? Between this new girl and the elven Sena, Yami was basically the only exception. I had to admit, flat-chested girls who were very proud of their bodies was a major turn-on, A-cup angst was one of my least favorite common anime tropes.

“I’d love to,” I said and then groaned from a wave of pleasure as Tsuki’s relentless double-handjob sent a shudder through my whole body, “but you’re kinda far away, and there’s so much steam rising up from the bath, why not come closer?”

“Wahaha! You would dare challenge me to direct combat when you are in such a **** state? You fool! Wahaha!” She then leapt from the bath into the air. A pair of purple scaled dragon wings erupted from Azelle’s back as she descended into the water of the bath with a large splash.

Since Tsuki had not stopped jerking me off, I was already ready to pop again. I leaned to her and whispered, “Aim it at her,” as the water began to settle. There she was, a supposed purple dragon standing naked before me with a nearly flat chest, perfectly erect nipples, and a confident smile on her face.

She was about to open her mouth to say something but that was when my second ejaculation began. A long, white rope immediately closed the short distance between us and splattered across her body in a pearlescent line from her chest up to her face. A large glob of my spunk ended up in her open mouth. Her eyes widened and her smile vanished, but she gave no other reaction.

My orgasm didn’t stop there, of course, because Tsuki hadn’t stopped stroking me either. Spurt after spurt of my semen plastered the small, lavender-haired lady, and it seemed whenever she could manage it, Tsuki tried to aim for her mouth. Atta girl, Tsuki, she knew what was up. If anything was going to tame this chuuni dragon girl, it was going to be the taste of my seed.

Once this orgasm ended, Azelle just stood in stunned silence for a few seconds, and then closed her mouth. I thought she was either going to spit it out or swallow it, but to my surprise, her jaw began to move instead. She was savoring it. She was chewing it. She was blushing even more intensely than before, and her eyelids were drooping a bit.

“Mmn… mn… hahm… nnn…” she continued to chew my spunk in her mouth like it was bubble-gum. After a moment she started to whimper slightly, “noh faiw… mnn mn”

“What was that?” I asked, unable to hear her very clearly. This was incredibly hot, and Tsuki was continuing to stroke me with her hands. I guess I hadn’t technically told her to stop, but especially seeing this blatantly erotic sight in front of me, I felt no need to give such a command yet.

Finally, the dragon girl began to swallow the contents of her mouth, “Gulp... gulp... ulp...” it took her three individual swallows to get it all down before she exhaled sharply, “I said that’s not fair!” she shouted with significantly less enthusiasm than she began with. “To use such an underhanded tactic, I can never forgive you!”

“Nevermind that, it tasted good right? I’m pretty proud of that stuff,” I said.

“Yes, I mean—no! I mean—” Azelle whimpered again, clearly wracked with indecision about how to reply, “I demand more!”

Now things were getting interesting, “Oh? You want more, do you?”

“Y-yes! I understand now, that wasn’t an attack, it was an offering to one of the mighty purple dragon sisters! I might be willing to forgive your indiscretions if you give me more! Refuse, and I will have to subject you to the true power hidden within my evil right eye.” Despite the almost adolescent-level threat, her one red eye did glow brightly for a moment. I had to remind myself that this was a world with magic, so the typical chuuni bullshit might actually hold water in Melfluere.

I took a mental peek at her class so I’d know what I might be dealing with and was a little shocked to see that it was literally “Dragon Warrior”, so she wasn’t kidding about being a dragon. This wasn’t a class I was familiar with, by the way, so it was likely a unique class like mine.

“Azelle Lavender, right?” I asked.

“Wahaha! So, my name has struck such terror within you that you can remember it so easily. Very good!”

“How about we make a deal?”

“Oho?” Azelle raised an eyebrow.

“You’ll have to forgive me if I’m wrong about this, I’m not from Halphor originally, but don’t dragons love treasure?”

“You have treasure!?” She leaned forward sharply and looked at me wide-eyed. I supposed that was a yes.

“I do, and you just tasted it.”

She stood upright again, eyes narrowing, “It certainly would qualify… but what are you getting at?”

“Wouldn’t you like to have someone that can produce something as tasty as that in your treasure hoard?”

“That would be nice… Wahaha! Is that your scheme? You wish to have the honor of becoming one of my varied and prized possessions!?”

“In exchange,” I continued, “I wish to be officially under your protection, and would like to be treated with care, affection, and lots of sexual satisfaction when I want it. The latter will be necessary to coax out more of my sperm anyway.”

I played enough fantasy RPGs to know that dragons were haughty, prideful creatures. If Azelle were a human I might have been able to get away with making her my pet in exchange for my seed; but as a dragon that would be almost impossible. However, Azelle seemed to be a few fries short of a happy meal.

“Hmm… an interesting bargain,” Azelle stroked her chin thoughtfully.

“I’m very confused,” Tsuki said quietly. Her hands were gliding so effortlessly along my length.

“Sorry all this happened on our date, Tsuki.”

She shook her head and smiled, “It’s strange but also fun. I don’t mind.”

“I have decided!” Azelle shouted raising a finger into the air in triumph. This happened right as soon as yet another orgasm crashed into me, and I began shooting even more of my cum at the tiny dragon girl. Yet again, several globs of the stuff entered her open mouth and Tsuki was getting better at aiming so a lot more made it in this time.

Azelle didn’t bother waiting until the end of my ejaculation to start chewing and savoring my cum. Once Tsuki realized this, she leaned downward to begin drinking the rest of it herself. The combined sounds of soft chewing and dutiful swallowing were like music to my ears. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting XP for this.

“Mnn gulp... gulp pwahh I have decided!” Azelle began again as I was finishing dumping my load into Tsuki’s mouth, “I will… gulp... I will accept you as part of my vast and glorious treasure hoard. I hereby declare you my new Dragon Squire!”

“You have yourself a deal, Azelle.”

“You shall call me ‘Mistress’ from now on. ‘Miss Azelle’ will also be acceptable.” She puffed her cute sperm-spattered chest out proudly.

That was a small price to pay, I was kind of a switch anyway for the right kind of girls. What’s more, she essentially just agreed to let me do anything sexual with her whenever I wanted.

“Thank you, Miss Azelle,” I smiled.

“Now you shall give me more of that delicious cream!” with that sudden demand, she pounced on me.

Tsuki and Azelle continued to drain me for the next half an hour. Though I had my doubts, Tsuki said the date was enjoyable, and couldn’t wait for our next one.