There is no Cynthia, nor is there an Edin for that matter

You are a bit worried by the absence of Cynthia. The context of her possibly fighting over a boy with someone else, you aren't sure it was kinda vague exactly what situation she is in, had you assuming she would be waiting her for you excited to learn how to seduce a guy, or at least keep him seduced.

Walking into your room and not finding Edin is less worrying. He and Clare must be having another session. Or he's with Anastasia. You walk over to your bed and consider what to do. You could go looking for someone else. Not like you don't have options when it comes to how to spend your time.

You look at the door and remember something you wanted this morning. A day to yourself. You've been around others for so long you haven't had much me time. You look at the academy's textbook resting on your dresser. You don't exactly need to study. You get up from your bed and pick up the book. But you might as well have a review.

Spending the afternoon reading over your notes wasn't that bad. You gained no new insight and you remembered everything you had written thanks your magically enhanced brain. You did wonder if that was a consequence of the Goddess magical boost or down to you understanding the mechanics of memory and thus your magic auto-improved it.

Putting your book back in it's place you head down for food. Surprisingly you aren't ambushed by anyone and eat on your own for the first time in, a while. When you are finished you go for a quick bath. It seems that your presence is mostly understood at this point as no one approaches you with a proposition. You had gotten a little used to the constant positive attention you had received every time you'd gone in there not getting it was weirdly disappointing. You weren't however, going to go about encouraging approaches to feed your ego.

Heading back to your room you are still not greeted by Edin. You decided to engage in an long absent past time and find something to read. Sadly Edin seemed rather good at hiding his books. Or he one had one at a time and took it with him. Short of turning the whole room upside down you wonder what to do when you remember there is one room with an abundance of books.

You don't consider if this is a good idea until your hand had already knocked on the porn connoisseur's room. It opens a creak and a familiar face peeks around the edge. "Yes?"

"Hi." You say looking down at the face. It cranes up to look at you and you see her pupils dilate.

"H-hi." She stammers out licking her lips. Well the is the positive feed back you had been missing.

"I was wondering if I could borrow a book?" You ask deciding to live by suck cost fallacy.

"A book?" She asked opening the door a little. The smell from the room could best be described as very clearly post something. She notices your reaction and looks down. You follow her gaze and see she is only wearing her top. She looks up at you and you can see the porn fantasy descend. "Oh, s-sure, a book." She opens the door and turns to face her bed. The mountain of books seems to have grown since you were last here. She must read several a day. "I have one for you." She takes a step then stops and cocks her hip awkwardly. You watch as she does her level best to sashay over to her bed in what you are sure she thinks is how it supposed to look. "Follow me." She gets to her bed then looks at the several piles. She shoots a look over her shoulder at you then crawls over the bed, bending at her waist making her top ride up her ass exposing her drenched slit. She put her hand over the side of the bed and you feel as if you know where this is going. "Oh no, I'm stuck." She waves her ass at you. "Could you give me a hand?" She asks in what you are sure is supposed to be an innocent voice but well.

"No need I'll get this one back tomorrow." You grab the closest book feeling like indulging her in this is just going to corrupt her mind into thinking life is a smut book.

"Huh?" She asks turning around, dropping the act in her confusion. She looks at the book in your hand. "B-but," She looks at her top sitting above her waist, "your supposed to, fuck me." She says as the confusion grows.

"No I just wanted a book. Have a good night." You leave the room closing the door behind you. Hopefully this will help her recover and return to reality. Or it was will encourage her try even harder. You wonder how her roommate copes with her. As you make your way upstairs you hear her door open. You decide to jump up to your floor to avoid anything public.

Slipping inside your room you wait for a bit to make sure she isn't going to knock on your door demanding either the book or sex. When that doesn't happen you head to your bed and get to reading. It being smut was obvious, what was impressive was that it wasn't bad. Sure it was the first porn you'd encountered, minus the live sex you've watched happen, but you hadn't expected it to be engaging. The characters were well made and consistent. The sex scenes were well written and certainly got you going. Strangely, unlike her you didn't feel a desire to masturbate, probably because unlike her you have lots of alternative for release. The plot wasn't what you had expected. It followed a group of adventures with a swordswoman as the lead. She falls in love with her local bartender while most of her adventures include having sex with her party members or on occasion some of the other species she encounters. You aren't sure about this world diversity but you are pretty sure a few of her partners don't exist.

The fact it is a mass produced is also fascinating. The letters are all typed faced so it came from a printing press. The cover was a slightly thicker paper and the glue holding it together was just ok. It solidified one thing in your mind, who ever created this isn't from this world. The level of smut could have come from someone of this world. The printing press and the bounding could have come from some other kingdom entering a new technological stage of advancement but all three together, no way. You have no doubt that in your world when the printing press was invented it was very quickly used for smut but from the volume you've seen you don't believe that even this world is that horny.

Clare had been vague on what she can tell you of the other champions but if you ask her directly you're pretty sure she'll give you an answer. When you finish the book before Edin arrived back you look out the window and see it isn't even that later. The book wasn't as long as you expected but you thought it would take longer to read. Getting up you wondering if you should return it on your way to dinner. Or return it to her at dinner. Deciding to just take it with you and see what happens you leave your room for dinner.

At her floor you knock but there is no response. You shrug and head down to the dinning room where you encounter everyone already eating. They are happy to see you and ask about where you had disappeared to. When you say your room everyone shares the same moment, they seem to have forgotten you had a room and didn't just living at Anastasia's. When you finish eating you head with Edin and Clare to your room. On the way you knock of the porn connoisseur's door again, this time it opens and you meet her roommate. You give her the book and she rolls her eyes throwing it at her roommates empty bed.

"Thanks." You say to her. The roommate shrugs and you can't help but ask. "What's it like living with her?"

The roommate shrugs again. "Decent tongue, good fingers." She closes the door with that and you wonder if you rejection of her advances hadn't done all that much to affect her perception of the world as a smutty book. Well it's not your problem.

In your room you Edin and Clare cuddle in bed for a while before they decided to deal with the erection you are pretty sure had been then since you'd finished reading. Starting with a double blowjob they take turns ridding you until you finish inside Edin. He cuddles up against you in the afterglow and after an eye from Clare he presses his lower half against you. The small hardness pressed to your hip is actually gratifying. A symbol that he is more comfortable with himself and you. At least that is what your aura is saying and after looking at Clare you smile and nod at her confirmation of their chats success.