Absolutely divine.

The moment I set foot inside the locker room I felt an intense wave of vertigo, the likes of which I typically got when entering the wrong room by accident. I supposed that this would have even been technically true had I been back in my world, I was entering a women’s changing room; never mind that there was no men’s changing room, and also never mind that I knew I had permission to be here. My instincts were telling me I was making a mistake, but my instincts were wrong this time. I confidently stepped into the locker room, chest out, ready to make use of my locker for the first time since I arrived here.

I came to my usual crossroads, a fork in the corridor. To the left was the shame and disappointment of the last week of my experience in this academy: the bathroom stalls where I would change into my gym uniform away from everyone else. To the right was heaven on Earth... or heaven on Melfuere... wasn’t Melfuere already heaven for Halphor? Whatever, it was going to be awesome. With slowly building excitement and anticipation I stepped to the right, abandoning, both literally and symbolically, the me from yesterday. I couldn’t wait to get an eyeful.

And what an eyeful. The locker rooms were spacious, clean, and fancy. Running across the room were several rows with tall white lockers. These rows were bisected by a single aisle down the middle which extended in front of me. In front of the lockers were comfortable-looking benches, a detail I planned to confirm personally with less-than-innocent intent. I could also hear the sound of showers running at the other end of the aisle, something I also planned to experiment with in the future and with equally little innocence.

None of these details were ones that stole the show, however, that honor would go to none other than the ocean of gorgeous women that were using the lockers. Wall-to-wall girls with a rainbow of hair colors and either fully stacked or satisfyingly flat chests in various stages of undress on full-display.

The gym classes were actually divided into three different ones depending on character class. The first group were the martial classes like warriors, knights, crusaders, and so on, all of whom had extremely intense workout regimens. The second were the rogues, thieves, assassins, dancers, and so on whose physical training was more to improve acrobatics, speed, or flexibility. Finally, there were the mages, priests, and other classes more suited to the backline whose training was more focused on general health and wellness.

This latter class was the one I had been placed in until I managed to get an actual class, and since my class was now essentially a sex mage even now, I was still right at home. This was important because it meant not only were all of these gorgeous ladies naked—or in the process of becoming so—they were all women whose character class promoted a healthy softness instead of physical brawn.

What’s more, it was actually polite convention in Melfuere and Halphor to speak to one another at length while in situations like this. Evidently, this was to reduce overall tension and distract from the awkwardness of the nudity. Comments about the nudity were allowed by social convention, as long as such comments were positive and not sarcastic or hurtful.

But this was an academy solely occupied by horny, sexually frustrated perverts. So, what this convention actually ended up promoting in this case was excessive flirting, and extended periods of time without clothing. It helped that everyone would be comfortable with their bodies thanks to the fact that these were their ideal forms, so there was no awkwardness to begin with in most cases. The professor of the gym period also allowed an excessively ample amount of time for the mage students to get themselves ready, for whatever reason, so there was no real rush to leave the locker room. This was in stark contrast to the other two groups who were expected to be speedier.

So, here I was, staring into a large and spacious locker room filled with mostly-naked women, or women who were getting there, standing, sitting, or leaning around chatting casually, giggling, blushing, and occasionally touching one another. All the nipples, all the breasts, all the butts, all the playful skinship. The sight was as glorious as I had always wanted it to be in my wildest fantasies, and it was a reality. I was hard as a rock.

It wasn’t long before people started noticing me, when they did their reactions were varied. Some simply glanced and returned to what they were doing, some blushed more deeply, some covered themselves but not really in an obstructive way, it seemed more like they were doing it out of politeness. The largest group of women, however, were those who saw my presence in the locker room and actually started getting excited and gossiping about it with the others. This was a very satisfying reaction.

I couldn’t remember my combination, but luckily, I had it written on my tab. I pulled it out and brought it up, then turned to my golem companion, “Can you memorize this combination for me? I’ll never be able to do it myself.” I had always been hopeless with numbers.

“Of course, Master, would you like me to open your locker for you?” She said after barely glancing at the tab.

“Yes, please,” I nodded.

“Also, I detect another increase of bloodflow to your genitals. Is the view pleasing you?”

A few girls giggled at the candid nature of Yami’s question.

I chuckled sheepishly, “Ah yeah, actually. Everyone is very beautiful.” I made sure to say this loud enough that some of them would hear it.

Yami nodded and then I heard several clicks in sequence as her four black orbs flew from her back and into lofty positions above the lockers. I knew why she did this, and the idea appealed to me, but I was curious.

“Will I actually be able to watch what these are recording?”

“I believe there is a skill you can unlock for me that allows you to directly access what I have seen or experienced. I am simply preparing for when that time comes.”

“Very smart of you,” I complimented as we reached my locker.

Yami wasted no time in quickly and without error inputting the correct combination to open it. “I have no locker of my own, Master, may I use yours?” she asked.

I shrugged, “Sure.”

Then she began to disrobe. As she did, I peered around at all of the soft and delicious-looking cuties in my row as they gossiped and chatted at length about this or that. I happily ogled their naked or nearly naked forms, enjoying the bounciness of each breast and the curve of each butt. Each adorable nipple that topped glorious orbs of beauty.

Eventually I was approached by someone. I sort of recognized the minty-green hair, short pigtails, cute little hairclip that looked like a chocolate bar, and extremely soft and curvy figure, I was pretty sure she was, “Mint, right?” I asked.

She smiled, “Yes!” Her voice was gorgeous, bubbly, perfectly pitched, and adorable. “You’re Murasaki, right?”

“I am,” I nodded then shamelessly began staring down her amazing and naked voluptuous figure. I had described all of the women in this particular group as being soft-looking, but Mint took the cake. Her creamy, milky colored skin was free of blemish and even looked well-moisturized and smooth. To top it off, there was meat on her bones, not enough to look unappealing, but just enough to have the opposite effect. It looked like I could touch her anywhere and feel marshmallowy softness. Her breasts were large and topped with adorable inverted nipples, her hips were wide, legs were thick and juicy, and she even had some adorable fatty swelling around her waistline.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m surprised you know my name,” she said and smiled cutely.

“Everyone in school knows you, even a newbie like me. You’re the school’s idol, Mint Chocola. I saw your performance during the last assembly.”

She blushed a bit but took the compliment like a pro, “Thanks! You’re pretty popular too, so I hear.”

By now, Yami had completely disrobed and put her clothes into my locker, she then suddenly reached over and began undoing my own blazer and blouse as I spoke with the minty-haired songstress. Rather appropriately, her class was listed as “bard”.

“It’s not exactly the same,” I replied, “you’re popular because you’re skilled and talented at your craft. I’m just popular because I’m the only guy in this school.”

“Aw thank you,” she said, and apparently, I wasn’t the only one ogling. As soon as Yami removed my shirt and blazer, Mint’s eyes dropped downward to stare at my bare chest and a light blush crossed her cheeks. That felt good. As someone who wasn’t much of a looker back on Earth, it was nice to know my ideal self didn’t disappoint. “Say, you’ve been here a week now, and I always see you in gym class, but I’ve never seen you in here? Why’s that?” she asked.

Well, this got a little awkward. I decided that being honest wouldn’t be too bad. In the meantime, Yami was fidgeting with the buckle of my belt, and not only Mint but also a few of the surrounding girls seemed to be staring in anticipation.

“To be frank, I don’t come from Halphor. I come from a world that would be pretty appalled at the idea of a guy being in a women’s changing room. So, I was embarrassed and have been changing in the bathroom stall.”

“Why would they be appalled?” Mint asked, her innocence striking me as very cute.

“Well normally they separate male and female changing rooms.”

“Do they? How come?”

“I think it's because they don’t want the guys to be ogling the girls,” I replied.

Mint blinked, “Does your world not have lesbians or bisexual women? Do they separate them as well? How does that work?”

My turn to blink, I had never actually considered that. The existence of women who were sexually attracted to other women made that reason seem extremely arbitrary in retrospect. You wouldn’t even be able to segregate the lesbians from the straight women because the lesbians would still ogle each other if they wanted. There really was no legitimately good reason for it.

Mint seemed to read the confusion on my face and giggled. God, even her laugh was addicting. I was suddenly floored by the very idea that this amazingly cute and popular idol was even talking to me, let alone standing naked in front of me.

“There,” Yami said as she finally got my belt undone and pulled down the uniform slacks. Now my raging erection was painfully obvious, as it was now only obscured by the very comfortable boxer briefs I was wearing.

“Look at that tent he’s pitching!” one of the girls commented from the surrounding gaggle.

“It’s so big,” another said.

Mint seemed to be trying her best to ignore them but her deepening blush told me she wasn’t succeeding. “U-uhm so what made you decide to change your mind about coming in here?” she asked, almost seeming to try and distract herself.

“Well,” I began, also ignoring the comments from the crowd but doing a happy little dance in my head at their approving tones, “I found out that nobody would really mind me being in here or changing in here. So, I just decided to give it a try. I’m glad I did, too, everyone here is so pretty.” A few giggles broke out in the crowd.

“All right, last one,” Yami said before yanking down my underwear and exposing my rigid pole to everyone.

Mint was a fierce shade of red now, and a few murmurs and gasps rippled through the girls who were watching.

“Whoa,” one breathed.

“Here we go again,” said another, but not really in a disappointed tone. Seemed like she might have caught sight of what happened in the lunchroom.

“So that’s what they look like.”

“Oh… oh my,” Mint said, breathily, her thighs suddenly together and rubbing against each other as she wiggled in place. She was unabashedly staring directly at my erect cock. The school idol was staring at my cock with hunger.

“I take it I’m not the only one who likes their view?” I asked smiling cheekily.

Mint cleared her throat and blinked back up to looking at me, “Uh, well, it’s just that I’ve never seen one before.”

“Seen what?” I wanted her to say it.

“Uhm, a penis,” she replied shyly, “is it always that um, hard?”

My cock twitched at the comment, someone in the crowd gasped cutely at the sudden movement, “It usually gets that way if I’m feeling... stimulated,” I said and then winked. “So, around here it gets that way a lot.”

“Oh no, that’s no good. It looks like it hurts,” Mint said.

I was about to correct her, but I had seen enough hentai to know where this was going. “A little, but it usually helps if it touches something soft,” I said instead.

“Really? Like what?” She was trying really hard to act innocent to what we were talking about, and I loved every second of it.

“Honestly? Probably any part of you. You look amazingly soft.” Deciding that now was the time for boldness, I stepped forward and planted a hand on one of her breasts. I slid my digits across the surface and under her teat, cupping it in my palm and gently kneading the flesh. My suspicions about the smoothness of her skin were not misplaced, it was like a fluffy heaven.

She blushed but didn’t stop me, so I brought my other hand to her waist and began to softly squeeze at the soft but springy layer of fat around it. It was almost as soft as her perky melons and I was delighted at the feel.

“Th-thank you, Murasaki,” she smiled at me. I knew she was thanking me for the compliment, but it felt like she was thanking me for shamelessly fondling her, and my cock preferred the latter interpretation. I was careful not to touch her with it, I remembered the rule about initiative. They had to offer.

“No problem,” I said and shifted one of my hands to her backside, feeling her butt. Fuck, it felt amazing. She really was soft everywhere.

“You said it helps if something soft touches it, right? Would my hand be soft enough? I moisturize regularly.” Mint offered heatedly.

I could tell, but more importantly, “Yes, I think your hands would be perfect. Go ahead and give it a try. Let’s sit down.”

I led her to the bench next to us and sat down, never taking my hand off her supple and squishy rear. The benches were rather comfy, even if I wasn’t sure what kind of material they were made of. She plopped down next to me and gingerly brought her hand hesitantly to my rock-hard rod. When her fingers finally wrapped around I nearly moaned. Even her hands were soft, this girl took care of herself for sure.

“How’s this?” she asked.

“Feels great,” I replied, “but try rubbing it.”

She nodded and began to pump her hand up and down along my shaft, sending amazingly comfortable shivers up and down my spine. By now a few of the other girls in the locker room had gathered around us and were watching what was happening with rapt attention. Doing this with an audience was extremely awkward but also very exhilarating. The latter feeling contributing to my state of hardness. What also contributed was that a couple of my audience members had clear looks of envy on their faces.

Suddenly, I heard a faint giggle from beside me. Turning to look I saw Mint smiling; her hand movements were getting more intense as well. It felt amazing.

“This is kind of fun,” she admitted, “I don’t know why but I like it. Can I keep going?”

“Please do,” I said, practically moaning my response. Her soft and smooth hands were doing amazing work pumping away at my shaft. I let myself get lost in the feeling and the sights of all the beautiful ladies around me in various stages of undress.

“Not fair,” a short, flat blonde with pigtails said with puffed cheeks, “I wanna touch it too.”

A shy-looking black-haired girl nodded fiercely in agreement.

“It’s so big,” a purple-haired girl commented, hugging her torso and making her bare breasts bounce a little.

“Can I try too?” a redhead with heavily scarred and tanned skin asked, finally working up enough courage to just make the request.

“Sure,” I nodded, “Mind giving them a turn, Mint?”

She looked slightly wistful, a look that made me twitch with happiness, but smiled wanly and nodded, releasing my shaft from her hand.

The redhead leaned down put her fingers delicately on my rod, sending another wave of shivers, “Oh! Wow it’s so weird,” she said. Meanwhile her breasts were hanging down in front of my face, wobbling back and forth like delicious pendulums. Her red nipples were hard as stones, I could see, and very enticing. Oddly, the scars across this woman’s body were alluring, and made her even sexier to me.

I reached forward with my free hand, the other still gently kneading Mint’s rear, and squeezed one of the hanging melons. She gasped but then gave me a sultry look with her golden eyes, “Tit for tat, huh?”

I nodded, “It helps with the stiffness,” I said, enjoying the bounciness of her breast in my palm and the diamond-like hardness of her nipple.

“I bet,” she said, knowingly, then wrapped her fingers around the member fully, squeezing it gently and rubbing her fingers along it. She wasn’t stroking it like Mint was, more like massaging it. Either way I loved it. “My name is Charlotte, I’m a blood mage.” I had been wondering about the scars, and my face must have betrayed a look of concern, given that people didn’t generally choose their classes, because she laughed. Blood mages were really powerful spellcasters, but in order to use their spells they often had to use their own blood as a catalyst in the process. “Don’t worry, it fits me like a glove,” she then leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I like the pain.”

“Oh,” I said, and she gently ran the nails of her fingers along my underside of my cock as she pulled back and smiled almost wickedly.

“My turn!” a short, energetic girl with neon blue hair stepped forward and nudged aside Charlotte so she could bring both of her hands around my stiff length and begin jerking it with much more intensity than either Mint or the blood mage. This was such a sudden and intense change of pace I almost busted right then and there, but I managed to hold back with all of my willpower.

Next was the blonde with pigtails, who just sort of awkwardly touched it and rubbed it with her fingers. Even this felt amazing though. After her was a brunette, then a ginger-haired girl, then an elf girl who was much taller and more buxom than Sena. It was all too much, and I didn’t have enough fortitude to last much longer.

“It’s coming,” I said, in a strained voice.

Without warning, Mint suddenly brought her face down into my lap and wrapped her lips around the tip of my length just in time to catch the first rope of spunk with her mouth. I let out a moan as she began drinking everything I let out with eagerness.

“Hmmm! Gulp” after just a single swallow I could see in her eyes that everything changed for Mint in that moment. It wasn’t like the others who had enjoyed the taste of my sperm, something about the taste or the act itself seemed to shake her to her core. This conjecture on my part was backed up by how eagerly and energetically she began to swallow the rest of my load. “Mmh-gulp, mmh-gulp, gulp-gulp-hulp pwahhh,” she released the tip from her lips to take a breath, but kept it aimed into her mouth so my spunk would get shot inside, “sho good,” she said, drooling some of my white cream before plunging herself back down, “_hulp-mm, mmh-gulp, mm!”

“Wow, look at her go,” Charlotte commented, giggling. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she just discovered a kink.”

“How can you tell?” I asked, a bit strained.

“That’s the same expression I get when I get hurt real good.”

I could then feel the goosebumps crawling along Mint’s body as she guzzled another few mouthfuls, “Mmh-gulp... mmh... gulp...” my shots were becoming less and less frequent, and she was slurping loudly between each gulp. I also noticed that the locker room itself was becoming less and less populated. My guess was it was about to time to wrap things up in here, so my timing was good, at least.

When Mint finally pulled herself off my length, not before making sure my rod was perfectly clean and free of any of my ejaculate, she sighed with such an intense satisfaction.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Wow that... Mr. Murasaki, your milk was really tasty,” she said, smiling and blushing slightly. I was sort of happy to see her keeping up her innocent appearances despite how absolutely naughty she just was. In fact, the contrast was exciting.

“Yeah, looked like it,” Charlotte said, “guess that rumor that started going around is true. Can’t say for sure until I try it myself, though.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have saved some for you,” Mint said, bowing apologetically.

“No worries, I’m sure I’ll get a chance. I mean, look at that thing, he’s clearly still raring to go.”

It was true, my erection hadn’t ended despite my ejaculation mere seconds ago. My cock still stood proudly and stiffly up.

By this time, the crowd had largely disbanded, leaving myself, Charlotte, Mint, and Yami alone together, standing naked aside from the white patches protecting the chastity of the girls.

“Maybe you two can still help,” I offered.

“I’d love to, but I think class is about to start,” Charlotte said.

That wasn’t going to be much of a problem, I had an idea.