Perfectly Refreshed with a surprise guest.

At some point in the night, my dreams shifted. They went from the glory of delightfully soft and perfectly perky breasts to something far more explicit. I was lying in a field of flowers engaging in what could vaguely be described as lovemaking with Naomi. I say “vaguely”, because in true dream fashion, our positions didn’t actually make a whole lot of sense, but they felt good and since I was asleep, my mind didn’t question it.

At a certain point, though, I was growing a little more lucid and our positioning made more sense. I had my erect rod buried deep within the mouth of the pink-haired nurse. She was smiling up at me with her gorgeous magenta eyes and moaning with each loving stroke of her lips and tongue around my member.

By the time I felt an ejaculation rising up within me, it was too late. My eyes shot open in the realization that for the first time in my life I was about to have a wet dream. When my head popped off Slime-tan and looked toward my ejaculating crotch, I briefly wondered if I was still dreaming somehow. Lying in my bed, her head impaled on my ejaculating rod was Naomi. At least, I thought she was at first. It wasn’t until I got a good look at her with a slightly clearer head that I realized it wasn’t her, but someone who looked very similar.

Firstly, with exception to her exceptional rack, she had a fairly slender and toned frame, a contrast to Naomi who was quite “thicc” as memesters the world-round were wont to put it.

Secondly, while she had the same pink-colored hair it was much shorter than Naomi’s exceptionally long locks. This girl’s hair was instead cut in a stylish and modern chin-length asymmetrical bob with the left side longer than the right.

Finally, while Naomi had been fairly expressive in that romantic mature lady sort of way, this girl had a face that was totally deadpan and expressionless with exception to a faint blush on her cheeks and relaxed eyelids. She was making perfect eye contact as I unloaded my first nut of the day directly into her throat which, yes, made the experience ten times better.

Her face was otherwise almost exactly the same as Naomi. Sister, maybe? No, that didn’t feel quite right. Naomi had that aforementioned aura of maturity that this girl lacked. Wait, no way, was it possible? Was this Naomi’s daughter? Was Naomi a milf!?

“Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp,” her swallowing was rhythmic and… effortless? Was that a valid word to describe someone gulping down pints of my cum? It looked easy to her, with a constant rhythm which ensured nothing spilled out of her full and soft lips.

Not only that, but she was still bobbing her head, doing so to the tempo of her gulps, milking out damn near everything that I had to offer.

When at last my ejaculation ended, I found the strength to sit up, even though she hadn’t stopped bobbing her head at all, “Ah, uh, well, uh, thank you?” I said, awkwardly with my hoarse morning-voice.

She removed the head of my penis from her lips with an audible pop, maintaining eye-contact as she replied, “There is no need to thank me. You are my master, and therefore I am obligated to relieve your morning wood.” Her voice was also distinctly different than Naomi’s. While they had similar cadences, this girl’s voice was almost completely toneless and inexpressive.

“M-Master? What are you on about?” I asked, my eyebrow quirked in confusion, “Not that I’m complaining, but I don’t think I know you.”

She moved her hands up to my shaft and began to move them up and down along its length in lieu of her lips. She was just as skilled and effortless with them as she was with her mouth. “You are the chosen one of Anterose. As a monk, I am honor-bound to protect and serve those chosen by her.”

Well, that worked in my favor; it was basically the same reason Naomi had given. The similarities were stacking up. “So uh, who are you? And are you related to the school nurse, by chance?”

She nodded, “My name is Saria Kaizen, the nurse of the fifth spear is my mother.”

MILF CONFIRMED! My heart just had a little party that woke me up instantly. Hell yeah! I sat up properly now, crossing my legs in front of her. She did not stop stroking my length, but slowed her pace to something much more relaxing. She also sat up with me.

I wanted to get a good look at her model-worthy figure, but I had questions. I looked at her and asked, “Still not complaining by any means, but how did you get in here?” I was pretty sure these rooms were magically locked to only allow the owner or invited guests inside.

She replied shortly, “It’s my room.”

I blinked, “What? Are you a new student?”

She shook her head, “I was on an assignment that had me traveling away from the campus for twenty-seven days.”

Oh, that explained it. I was the new roommate then. “There are assignments like that?”

“Not many. This one was my capstone assessment.”

I furrowed my brow in thought. I knew I heard the phrase “capstone assessment” before, but since I had a habit of being distracted by the curves of my peers, I couldn’t quite remember what it meant. Speaking of which, my eyes were buried deep within Saria’s cleavage while I tried to remember.

Clearly, the confusion was evident on my face, because Saria explained patiently, “It’s the final test given by the academy. Now that I’ve completed it, I can graduate.”

“Oh, right,” the memory of Professor Belrose explaining this on my first day was returning to me. But now I felt kinda sad. I just met this girl, and she was going to leave right away. “Well, I was happy to meet you and uh, get sucked off by you.”

She tilted her head, then said, “Just because I can graduate doesn’t mean I have to. You are my Master; I intend to remain a student for as long as you do.”

The sadness left my heart right away, “Oh! Okay, that’s good.”

There was the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks as she asked, “Would you have been sad to see me go?”

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation.

Her blush intensified a little, but she was still totally muted in terms of expression, “Don’t worry. Since I will no longer be distracted by academics, I intend to devote all of my time and energy to you and whatever you desire.” She lowered her head to me in a bow.

“Well, I guess I could use something like that around here,” I did my best to affect aloofness, but I was almost certain the excitement in my tone made it difficult to hide my enthusiasm for this idea. “If you insist, I guess I’ll accept your help.”

She nodded and stood up, hopping off the bed. “There is still about an hour and a half until classes begin. I think it would be wise for you to give me a thorough examination.”

Oh, I liked that idea a lot. “Itadakimasu!” I exclaimed and practically leapt up from the bed next to her. I shamelessly let my eyes crawl all over her and examine all of her best bits in vivid detail.

She blushed slightly, but otherwise gave no visual reaction, “Is my physical form pleasing to you, Master?”

“Yes!” I answered.

“That is good, there was some concern that you would not be pleased, and that I would have to seek means of altering my appearance to make it more suitable for you.”

“Never!” my eyes felt bloodshot as I stared intensely into hers. “Your form is perfection, you are adorable, you have inherited your mother’s staggering beauty, and I will hear no further nonsense on this topic!”

She broke eye-contact, her gaze shifting all around the room, but she said, “As you wish, Master.”

Satisfied with her response, I returned to drinking in her every feature. My god, she had the same amazing curves as her mother, just set on a frame that was slenderer. She described herself as a monk, so I guess that made sense. Her skin looked so smooth and really soft in all the areas that mattered—like her boobs, butt, and thighs—and otherwise I could see clear toned definition in all the rest of her body.

I could see most of these features by virtue of her current state of dress, that being a set of black sporty undies made from a material similar in appearance to spandex, but it looked much more comfortable. Probably some kind of magic material not present in my own world. Her hefty breasts were contained in a very tight sports-bra that showed off a lot of cleavage and side-boob. In fact, it showed off so much of the latter that her areola was nearly exposed.

On her bottom she wore some boyshorts of the same material, but they were very low-cut. When stepping behind her to examine her perky, shapely rear, I noted that the garment only covered about half her ass, and the other half was on full display for me to witness.

After a confirming glance upward, I decided that seeing with my eyes wouldn’t be good enough. I took the plunge, reaching my hands out to grab her amazing, supple ass.

“Mn,” she let out a soft moan and did not move, allowing my hands access to whatever they pleased.

Soft was frankly not a good enough adjective to describe how her ass felt. I had felt many butts in the week since I arrived here, and I could say, without a single shred of doubt in my mind, that Saria had far and away the firmest, jiggliest, and squishiest rear I’d felt thus far. And it wasn’t just that, I spent a solid five minutes just fondling every part of the pink-haired monk and being blown away. Every inch of her body was like feeling a perfectly smooth solid rock or a cloud depending on where my hands wandered.

I capped off my tactile exploration with her breasts, bouncing them in my hands and marveling at their elasticity and gravity-defying majesty.

“My god,” I said, “I’m gonna get addicted to this, I think.” Then I stood up straight, looked her in the eyes, took both her hands into mine, and said, “I wholeheartedly accept your offer to assist me in whatever task Anterose has in store for me.”

She nodded, “Thank you, Master.”

“Speaking of, do you have any idea what Anterose wants me to do? I’m still unclear on that.”

To my chagrin, Saria shook her head. “I don’t know what her overall goal is, no. However, after receiving the vision from Lady Anterose about your presence at the academy, I believe I may have devised a strategy to employ in the meantime.”

“Uh-huh,” while she explained this, I was preoccupied by her breasts, still. I let my fingers slide along the edges of her sporty bra, especially at her sideboobs which felt pretty nice. They also gave me an idea. I gently urged her down onto her knees and then stepped to the side of her.

She did not seem to mind this shift in position, and continued to speak in spite of it, “All in all, there are not very many worshippers of Anterose in this school. She is a goddess of victory, celebration, and good fortune in battle. Meanwhile the students at this school possess sensibilities that, while not incompatible to these ideas, are not really a priority for most.”

“I’m listening,” I replied and tugged a little gap open between her breastflesh and the sports bra. Then I took the plunge, sliding my cock into the tight crevasse between the magic-latex and tit. My length grinded past her nipple, rock hard thanks to me having played with her breasts so intensely, and the feeling was fantastic. It was like her bra was hugging my cock to her impossibly soft boob.

Blushing, she continued, “Well, Master, I believe that since we would get limited support from Anterose and her followers, we should try and supplement them with other people by making allies among the student body.”

“Ah, yes, a harem, that’s a great idea,” I grinned, reaching my hand down to fondle her other breast while I fucked the makeshift hole.

“That’s not—hya!” She squeaked as I interrupted her by pinching her stiff nipple at the same time as I dug into her other one with the tip of my cock.

“It’s perfect! I could amass a loyal garden of soft and squishy delights! And this place is a veritable buffet of babes to choose from,” I chuckled maniacally as I held one of her arms into the air to make for an easier trip inside her bra. “Saria, you’re a genius!”

“Ahem, I suppose that works, too.” She replied, allowing me to pose her in whatever way was most convenient.

I began moving back and forth, slapping my hips against her armpit and breast as my cock made its delightful journey. “But why do we need to get more help anyway?” I asked, then realized it was likely she didn’t know the answer. The vision that inspired this all was received from a drunk goddess, after all.

Unsurprisingly, she shook her head, and I was pleased to see that she was panting a little with flushed cheeks at my current activity. “I don’t know, Master,” she said. “But since we don’t know what task Lady Anterose wants us to do, I think it would be wise to be prepared for any possibility.”

I stroked my chin thoughtfully. Then I shrugged, “Sounds good to me. If it means adding more devoted and delicious ladies like you to my army, I’ll make it happen.” I meant to say this with more confidence in my voice, but it was getting a little shaky because I could feel ejaculation number two fast approaching.

“And I will help in whatever way you need, Master.”

At this point I was beginning to think the sauced lesbian didn’t put much thought into me at all, “Okay, so do you have any recommendations?”

There was silence as Saria lowered her head in thought. In the meantime, I was somewhat grateful for the lull in conversation so I could focus entirely on nutting inside this cute girl’s top. And it didn’t take long after giving the task my full, undivided attention. I groaned with pleasure as another wave of spunk began erupting from my tip and filling up the makeshift crevice around my throbbing and pulsing member.

“I don’t know,” Saria said, finally. “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this sort of thing.”

I continued to pour out way too much cum into her clothes, and their tightness was causing little white globs to ooze out of the sides of the material. Damn, I really did cum a lot, didn’t I? Deciding to show that I wasn’t at all disappointed with her, I put a hand on her head and turned it toward me, then slid my cock into her mouth to let her drink the rest of my ejaculation.

“Gulp… gulp… gulp…” Once again, I heard the precise and rhythmic swallowing as she drank everything without spilling even a single bit.

When I finished my nut, I dismissed her previous concern, “Don’t worry about it, I’m not good at coming up with plans either. Not plans like these anyway.”

She smiled slightly and rose back to her feet.

Then, like a bolt of lightning shooting through my brain, I had an idea. I looked at Saria dead in the eyes with an excited grin. She tilted her head in curiosity.

“I’m not good at coming up with ideas, but I know someone who is. C’mon, hurry and get dressed! We might be able to meet up with her before class!”