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As you open you eyes you feel Edin's warm body snuggled on top of your own. At some point in the night you'd rolled onto your back and Edin had turned around to lay mostly stomach down on top of you. Laying still for a moment to enjoy Edin's silken touch you feel him shift.

He let out a soft gasp and you feel something hard press against your hip. Edin moans again pushing against you. You can see that he is still asleep so it must be a wet dream. You know Edin might just have a bigger libido than you do. An somewhat evil grins spreads across your face as you very carefully reach a hand down to his ass. He stirs slightly but you are slow enough to not wake him up. His wet dream must have only just started as he doesn't seem close to his end. Reaching down you press a finger against his cute little butt. He pushes harder against for a moment before relaxing into the fingering.

"Good girl." You whisper only just loud enough for him to hear. "Christopher's good girl." You probe a little further into him still moving slow enough to not wake him up. "Christopher's wonderful perfect girl." You can see his aura ripple a little as his wet dream goes from whatever it had been about to about you.

"Sir." He mumbled in his sleep as you pushed a second finger inside.

"My sweet amazing Princess." You coo gently reaching your two fingers only far enough inside that you can reach his b-spot. As you say, "My beautiful sexy Edin," you begin a gentle internal massage.

Edin keeps humping your hip but is focusing more on the sensation coming from his rear than his front. You keep whisper sweet nothings into his sleeping ear as you see him reaching his climax. You give him a firmer hand and he lets out a cute little moan as you feel his small hardness pulse and you feel a small wet patch from at his tip. He sighs happily and snuggles into you.

Maybe his libido isn't as big as your after all. You kiss his forehead as he slips into a deeper post orgasm sleep. You shift him off you and climb out of bed. You scoop the tiny load he let out on your hip onto your finger and with an evil grin move it to his mouth. He smells the cum and his mouth parts in his sleep. Letting him clean your finger off in his sleep gives your evil grin a more perverted glint. Yeah his libido isn't as big as yours.

Shaking your head at your own depravity you grab a of the plain brown tunic and brown pants you brought with you from him. Pulling them on you remember the dressing up Anastasia had made you do and the promise of clothing arriving sometime around now. You also remember not like the experience nor the clothing options you had been given. Maybe this week had been enough to convince her that you didn't need a new wardrobe.

"Ha," You let out before stifling yourself, you make yourself laugh. Making sure that Edin hadn't woken up you open the door grab your uniforms and are impressed by the repairs done to yours, not even a hint of repair work, so this is probably a new uniform. Putting them away you leave and hurry downstairs.

When you reach the bottom floor you see Wilfred waiting. He smiles and waves as you approach. "Good morning Christopher."

"Good morning Wilfred, working the weekend?" You ask coming to a stop, it was the weekend so you figured you could spend a bit longer talking.

"It's always an honour to assist." He says with a bow. "I hear you had something of an accident yesterday with your duel."

"You could say that." You wonder what the gossip is about that incident.

"I am sure many people are proud that you couldn't do young miss Asune harm, hardly a weakness." He say with a proud smile.

You wrinkle your eyebrows. Stephanie never told any one what your weakness was. Though it probably wouldn't have been hard for anyone to figure out. "Guess I should be happy the gossip isn't that I let her win."

"Oh young master I am sure you shouldn't care about the gossip, all that matters is what matters to you." His knowing wink at the end made you wonder if he was a teacher when he wasn't an attendant. "I also hear your uniform a little worse for wear."

"Yeah it's already been repaired, or replaced." You say still a little fuzzy about which.

"Of course, can't let a young noble walk around looking raggedy. Speaking of," he turned around and started fishing around the back of his small office, "Princess Anastasia's tailor has requested access to your room for a delivery." He turned back around and produce a piece a paper. You read over and was a little surprised to be reading a receipt. You wouldn't have thought that would exist is this world, at least not yet, not before a printing press. Though you guess bills of sale probably should exist. "Are you ok young master you look like you've seen a ghost?" Wilfred asked.

You looked up at him. That wasn't an idiom you hadn't heard in this world before. "Ah yeah sorry just, nevermind." You shrug off the thought and look at the receipt. "Any chances you could go over the outfits and make sure the more, dramatic ones are removed?"

Wilfred grinned at you, "I will do my best young master though you should get dressed up at least a little after your exercises, a pair of sisters have been very vocal about your coming Church attendance."

You resist a sarcastic response, "Then I hope there is something appropriate."

Wilfred smiles, "In that case I won't delay you any further. Have a good day young Christopher."

You get the social cue to leave, "I am sure I will." You smile and nod as you walk out of the building and headed to the training ground. You partly hope there will be a bucket of crappy swords waiting for you but you see any. Guess that means you'll have to wait until the week starts again.

You clench your hands into fist. Since you're hear and swordless, unarmed training is the go to. You move around behind the viewing stands. With the amount of **** you can generate a flat surface that allows air to dissipate is better than being surrounded by wind catching surfaces. You doubted you'd generate enough lift to get a stand off the ground without actively trying but why risk it.

Letting out a slow breath you emulate Vatarie's first from and run through them one by one. You aren't feeling super cautious in your approach so you get to just under spontaneous combustion speed by the third form. As you proceed you decide to push it. You have other clothes and you are getting new one, if nothing else this could be a good way to get rid of the worst outfits Anastasia got you.

At the speed you were moving actual fire couldn't start so all that happens is your sleeves blacken. You keep moving faster until the sleeve simply disintegrates from your arm. As the fabric falls to the ground it bursts into flames leaving you surrounded by spouts of fire as your clothes slowly fall apart.

You keep moving faster trying to find a real limit to your magically enhanced speed. You'd kinda assumed that at some point your just wouldn't be able to heal your skin fast enough, that the friction would just become too much and you'd either slow down or incinerate yourself. But that doesn't happen. You just keep moving faster.

When you break the sound barrier your ears ring from a moment before they are healed. After a few more booms you get used to it and are able to preemptively prepare your ears, covering them with magic. It leaves you deaf for the duration of the boom but since that doesn't take long its not that big of an inconvenience.

You speed up again. You aren't even sure how fast you are moving at this point. You can't track a bead of sweat as it forms since at your speed it can't form, the water is atomised the moment it leaves your body. But you can go fast so you do.

Suddenly your footing get loose and you slow to look down. The dirt was glass. You'd been moving so fast you'd super-heated the air enough to liquefy the ground. Rather than stop you just move.

You aren't used to the speed and move much faster than you expected rendering your pants into the same state as your tunic. Will too late to do anything about that now, you sped but up. Keeping your feet moving so you don't damaged the ground too badly.

After a few minutes you get used to your speed. You have to make tiny movements, any large step sends you flying so you have to make minute adjustments. A tiny shift of your feet sends you a more than two paces from where you had been.

As you slow down and come to a stop you are breathing heavily but aren't exhausted. You could keep that up for a while longer before you were pushing yourself but you looked down at the ground and it was clear you weren't the one who was going to run out juice first. You'd turned almost the equivalent of the arena inside the viewing stands to slowly cooling glass. You were glad there weren't any plants around, you'd feel bad doing this to a plant.

You crouch down and poke at the glass. It hisses, warm and soft to the touch. Finding an edge you pick up a small sheet. It droops in the middle but is almost a wide as you hand is. If you were better at physics that would probably tell you how fast you had been moving just from the heat you had put off. You drop the glass back down since you aren't that good at physics, nor do you even know the formula to figure it out.

You stand up and then realise you are naked. Every part of your clothing incinerated by your probably short sighted decision. You reach a hand up and touched your hair. You were a little surprised that was intact, you would have thought you'd burned all that off along with your clothing. Well small mercies you guess. With a sigh you hope no one is going to see you make your way back.

When you reach the dorms you stretch your perception out to see if Wilfred is there. Shame he might have had a spare pair of pants. You hurry inside then stop and look at the empty attendant stand. Where was Wilfred? You stretch out your perception and can't find him anywhere nearby. You wonder where he got to. Most likely breakfast, it is the early morning and you assume the staff would eat before the students. Well it's not like you can't get to you room fast enough for anyone to get a good look at you.

You do just that running up the stairs. When you reach the top floor you find Wilfred. He is standing outside your door with a collection of other people all holding several outfits each. You should start paying attention when people tell you things, it would make your life so much easier.

Leaning around the edge of the stair way you try to 'bspt,' Wilfred's attention. He is talking to someone holding something very bright that you decided it would be your first target of speed based incineration. Wilfred eventually turned an eye to you and he gave you a subtle head nod.

He points at one of the outfits and you hear him give some criticism. A small argument ensues but stops when Wilfred threatens to without access to your room. He takes the outfit and walks towards you. You jump down to the next fight so you can use the banister to cover your modest. Wilfred walks a few steps down and sees you. He throws the outfit at you with a wink. It flies to you and comes to a perfect rest in your hand. You're a little impressed by that since you couldn't see any magic being used for it. You nod a grateful thanks and pull on the clothes.

It was the powdered blue tunic and pants with the dark blue understated stitching, the only one you had really liked from Anastasia's dress up session, and this one didn't have an aura faking enchantment on it. All dressed up you walked up the flight and see Wilfred waiting for. He nodded towards your room, clearly asking if going inside there was a good idea.

You suddenly felt extremely embarrassed. You didn't think the sheets on the beds had been changed for the week and you and Edin had had a lot of sex in the room. You couldn't smell sex when you were in there but you were possibly so used to it that you didn't even notice it.

Wilfred seemed to read your expression. "Leave it to me young master." He said with a bow and walked to your door. You suddenly worried he had horribly misunderstood what you had meant. You get to the top of the stairs to stop him but freeze, you'd just changed into the clothes he had gotten into an argument with someone to get you. You heard the door open and your awkwardness was overcome. You stepped into the hallway as Wilfred finished opening the door. "Good morning Master Edin." Wilfred said with a bow. "I do hope we aren't interruption, Princess Anastasia was apparently rather insistent the clothes were delivered."

"It's fine." Edin said as you move close enough to see him wearing a tunic and pants. Well that was either lucky or Wilfred had forwards Edin, probably the latter.

Your approach was notice and you felt a dirty eye turn to you from the person who's outfit you were now wearing. "Ah young master Christopher. I'm sorry you had accidentally been delivered a duplicate of your current outfit. Naturally I had it removed from the selection. Nothing to bother the Princess about I'm sure." Wilfred seamlessly said.

"Yes of course." You say kinda impressed with Wilfred, it was pretty amazing service for a student attendant. If you get money you are giving him a lot of very large tips. Wilfred bows and waves the other people in to deposit your new clothes. You follow them inside the room and not the remarkable neatness as you stand by Edin who smiles up at you but doesn't move to be physical, he did one hell of a job cleaning everything up. The outfits are professionally deposited and your old clothes are very quickly shoved out of the way. You can feel the judgement coming from them as they look at your clothes without even needing to check their auras.

Once everything is put away one of the porters hands Wilfred another receipt that he signs and gives back. They all file out with Wilfred being the last one. He looks around the room and gives you a wink, "Have a good trip young masters." With that he closes the door leaving the two of you alone.

The both of you blink a few times before Edin says, "Did you finger fuck me in my sleep?"

After a heartbeat you both start laughing. Well nothing to do for the rest of the day but duck Church.