Listen to Professor Tlarthanil.

Like a classroom, you, Dajy, and Peony stand in a row with the ghostly teacher floating in front. She clears her throat, though you can't imagine that's necessary for a spirit, and then a wide smile spreads across her face. You imagine that if she had a pulse, her heart would be racing in excitement, but you've never seen a person so excited to educate. She readjusts her glasses and then begins her lesson.

"You see, dryads are beings of pure nature. Very rarely will most people ever see one, as they typically remain far from civilization, deep within forests. You probably know already that one cannot stray far from a tree, and of course, they also have the ability to step inside one without any difficulty at all. When somebody does manage to find a dryad, and they grant it a name, the dryad may accept it, and if she does... Well, that is practically their version of marriage! Very romantic."

Peony looks to you with a bright smile.

Mela continues. "To answer your question, they change with the seasons yes. In summer time, they are the most caring, warm... Sunny, just like the summer sunshine. When autumn comes along, they become a little more nervous and shy as their bodies drain of colour just like the trees they live amongst. You must be nicer to Peony during this time, Mr. Warren, especially as her husband."

"W-Wait. Husband is a little--" you try to speak.

However, Mela cuts you off. "After that comes winter. They do not fall apart or die, so do not worry about that, though they do become far less energetic. Gloomy may not be the correct word to use, as they are not constantly sad, but they are certainly the opposite of how they are in summer time. Spring of course is the season of life and rebirth. Peony will become quite excited, and I imagine she will be much more forward with her words and actions. Ah... Dryads are truly amazing creatures. Beautiful, emotional, and they truly represent a part of this world that I hope never dies."

"It's strange to hear somebody talk about me like this, but I couldn't really explain it anyway," Peony says. "I'm so happy that you're interested in my body like this, m'lord."

"Speaking of bodies, dryads are also interesting in other ways," Mela says, though now she floats over to hover right beside Peony. "While they do not reproduce with each other, they still have a feminine figure. Nobody knows exactly why. Yet while they have a human-like body, you have probably seen that it only exists on a surface level."

"Just like I said before," Dajy speaks up. "Nothing down there."

Mela squeezes one of Peony's breasts. "The chest feels like a woman's, yet you can see that the tips--"

"Aah, cold!" Peony gasps.

"Ah. I apologize," Mela says with a frown as she retreats her hand. "As I was saying, even below, like Ms. Dajy said, there are no organs for reproduction."

"Do me next," Dajy responds. "Go ahead. Don't be afraid."

Perhaps she expected the elven ghost to be hesitant, but nothing stops this scholar from teaching. Mela soars around the group to Dajy and reaches out to grab her chest next. "Well, succubi--"

"Oh ho ho! That is cold," Dajy says. "What a thrill though."

Mela clears her throat awkwardly and pulls her hand away to instead readjust her glasses. "Y-Yes. Well, as much as I would prefer not to have my touch be this way so that I could properly investigate everyone's bodies, I suppose I will need to continue keeping my distance. Anyway, the domain succubi come from has a few different names, though I often hear it as the Realm of Darkness. All demons come from there. As opposed to the Realm of Light, but you will rarely see an angel outside of their domain. They are of course born to be absolutely gorgeous. What sort of extra powers they have is entirely random, which makes sense given they are from a place of chaos, but of course Ms. Dajy here is a high succubus. The amount of abilities she has is numerous. Quite a feat to even meet one and survive, let alone become one's ally."

"For not only breaking my curse but also eliminating that miserable Sa'dis, I am forever in my dear Kyle's debt," Dajy says. "Plus, he runs such a fun community. So many cute girls, isn't that right? At this point, it must be on purpose."

It honestly isn't, though I can't complain.

A figure slowly rises up before you as you listen. Your attention shoots downward, though your nerves calm when you immediately recognize it to be Jelly. She changes from her blob form up into the figure of a woman--not unlike Peony in that she's shapely though without the erotic details, but without bumps at the tips of her chest. It looks more like a girl in a fully body spandex suit if anything. Though, you do now she's more than able to form said details in a moment's notice.

"Oh! There you are, Ms. Jelly," Mela says to her. "How are you doing?"

Instead of looking to her, Jelly stares directly up at you. "... Thirsty," she says quietly before placing her hands against your chest.

"Oh my," Dajy whispers.

"Aha. Well, we can get you some water, Jelly," you say.

Mela returns to the front again. "Oh, this is perfect! Thankfully, Jelly does not mind my chilling touch, and she has been more than willing to allow me an investigation of her body."

"Mela is... nice..." Jelly mumbles.

"Slime girls are rare but Jelly here is not one of a kind," she continues. "You see, when a slime spends enough time around magic, sometimes a mutation occurs. Their bodies naturally absorb said magic and then they are granted sentience. They then tend to pick a form, but they are most commonly catalogued to take the form of girls for some reason. Anyway, Jelly was a purple slime. A lot of people say these types of slimes consume inorganic materials, but that is an inaccurate description. They consume non-living materials, and not just any. While one will not dissolve your flesh, one will dissolve cloth, silk, leather, and sometimes metal albeit at a lower rate. They also need water to survive like most life does. Jelly here is just a slime girl variant of this."

You raise your hand.

"Yes, you," Mela says, pointing towards you.

"How sentient are they exactly? Like, is she aware of everything she does? I only ask because she seems to like to get her liquids in some... intrusive ways sometimes... or she'll start eating someone's clothes. I'm trying to teach her to stop, though she might listen to you if you've been teaching her as well."

Mela chuckles. "Oh, she is just being friendly. Do not worry."

"Okay, but that doesn't really--"

"Now who I really want to investigate is that Ms. Shivra. I have never even seen one of her kind before! And surely she will not even might my rather chilly fingers. Though, it will certainly take some convincing. She actually reminds me a little bit of you, Ms. Dajy."

Dajy furls her brow at this. "Well, not even close in my opinion. Isn't that right, Kyle?" As she asks, she wraps a hand around your arm and squeezes incredibly tight. You can feel her nails starting to dig in. "Right?" she repeats.

"Uh, y-yes. That's right," you say, worried about your health if you answer with anything else.

"You can't even touch her, so what's the point?" She takes your head, and yanks it tight against her tits--the window through the middle of the dress' straps over her bust. As a succubus, they're the perfect shape, and they feel so soft yet firm against your cheek. Her nails tickle your cheek as she caresses the side of your head. "With me, you can touch anything, though I suppose I come with a different kind of danger," she whispers with a grin.

"Ooh. A succubus at work!" Mela exclaims. "You must continue. Wait. Oh, I do not have my books or writing instruments. Being a ghost is truly difficult."

"Uhm, but I am here too," Peony says softly. You feel her hand touch your shoulder.

Meanwhile, a tiny figure stands staring awkwardly not far away. Her face is pink at the display ahead. You turn a gaze to see the little mouse waiting to get a word in, but obviously it's become rather difficult. It's Mina.