Attend math class.

You push open the door labelled 105 and peer into the room that's already mostly filled. Large windows cover the far wall, and about a dozen desks cover the floor. Immediately forward is the front of the class, where the professor has a desk in the corner, and she stands before the other students who have already taken their seat. It isn't a professor you've had so far, though you do think you've seen her face around.

A face that's lower than you expect. It's a dwarf! She has orange hair tied back into a ponytail, and she's dressed in a fine purple pencil skirt and a matching coat over a white dress shirt beneath. She has a black tie beneath her collar, black stockings, and a nice pair of black dress shoes. You imagine that's the uniform worn by the teachers in this strange pseudo-Japanese school.

In the class you can see Lady Vraelion yet again near the front row, and the twins sit at the desks on either side of her. You don't specifically recognize any other students, though you don't have a lot of time to think about it. Everybody's eyes are on you.

"It's about time ya got to class there," speaks the stout woman standing with a piece of chalk in her hands. She's already begun writing on the board beside her.

You bow your head. "I apologize."

"I'm sorry too," Eva joins you. "Miss..."

Neither of you know your own teacher's name. Eva mumbles, and tries to play it off in an awkward manner in hopes that nobody realizes she has no idea.

"Then take your seats," the teacher says.

You and Eva walk to two empty desks in the far middle area--the spot right behind Malakae. Perhaps other people are too nervous to sit there. Eva takes the spot behind you as you glance out the window at the large grassy field. Then, you turn to the teacher at the front of the classroom. The chalkboard has complex mathematical equations sprawled out across it, though all rather close to the bottom. The dwarf finishes writing the final number before she places the piece of chalk down and turns towards her class.

"Now how would ya like to come to the front of class and tell me the answer to this problem? Anyone?" The teacher's eyes peer around the room.

Malakae raises her hand. "If nobody else will, I suppose I can do it."

You glance around. Other people did raise their hand, even before she did.

"Right. Come on up then," says the dwarf.

With a flick of her hair, Lady Vraelion stands up from her desk and struts towards the board. Her gold, reptilian tale swings left and right--protruding from just above the waistband of her skirt. She pinches the piece of chalk between her fingers, and shoots a glance to the room of students. "It's simple, really."

She slowly moves the piece of chalk towards the area proceeding the formula. Though, something strange happens moments before she does. You see a strange, faint wave of energy behind her. You blink your eyes, thinking it's something like an eyelash, but that isn't all. A second after, a sudden breeze swings the back of her skirt up along with her tail. Everybody looks in surprise at her tight ass cheeks held by a pair of thin white panties.

With red in her face, she turns and pushes her skirt down with both hands--chalk falling to the ground to split in half.

"Who did that?!" she barks.

Everybody sits in silence.

Finally, the teacher speaks up. "Sorry there, girl. I didn't see anyone."

But we can't use spells. Surely that means magic doesn't even exist. How did that happen? And if only Eva and I know about the other world, what does Malakae think happened? Unless she does know... This is all so concerning. I don't even know how to figure out--Wait a minute. The headmaster! If this is a weird version of Redbloom, then if we find the headmaster, it should be Lady Sulta. If anyone where to know what's going on, it would be her.

Nervously, she picks up a new piece of chalk and returns to the board. She begins to scribe a few numbers into the board. The final scratches she seems to be doing with hesitation--her hand gradually slows. You watch her other hand move up to cup her chest for a moment. Then she places the chalk back down, and turns to the class with pink in her cheeks. "Finished. I'll take my seat now."

When she first walked up to the front of class, she did so slowly, as if she was relishing in the attention. Though now she moves quickly and just tries to get back to her seat as soon as she can.

Her sailor uniform already strains to contain her breasts, but now you notice they're shifting about in her top more than before.

"Uh yes. That's correct," the teacher says. "Thank you, Ms. Vraelion."

There it is again. They call her miss now instead of lady. That would be a little strange in a modern day school I guess.

The rest of class is incredibly boring. Variables. Exponents. Irrational numbers. Though eventually the bell rings, and it's time to move on. Students pack up their things, and one by one they proceed back out through the door in an orderly fashion. You and Eva are the last to go, and you look down at your schedules. Next seems to be physics.

As you step out, however, you turn to Eva and slip the paper back into your pocket. "We're not going to next class," you say.

"You have a plan?" she asks.

"I do. We're going to find Lady Sulta, the headmaster. This is getting too weird."