It feels like your life is becoming routine

When you wake up with Edin and Clare you enjoy their company for a bit before leaving for the training area for your morning exercise. Anastasia, Asune, Vatarie, Delilah and Nika were all there already. Vatarie was running Delilah through some basic forms, you were a little surprised at that considering how their fight had ended. Anastasia and Asune were lightly sparing with any magic and Nika was waiting for you show so she can ignore you while technically training you by pointing out some things about your imbuing attempts.

Classes are boring. Nothing new has been reached and since you are well above the things they are teaching there isn't much to do but make notes and wait. The practical magic training wasn't something interesting, what you could work at were the sort of things you'd long since off loading to your nonself-consciousness, what you could however did give you a chance to stare at Edin's butt while he worked.

Stephanie's class was a surprise. When you'd left the woman holding the twelfth had not been the one holding it at the start of class, she had been the one holding ten. Stephanie didn't pay much attention to that beyond telling them they were out. The lesson itself seemed to have gone backwards. Stephanie went back to running through forms until people were breathing hard then ending the class.

The afternoon and night was the highlight. You'd eat dinner with your partners talk with them about classes and other people, mostly keeping the subjects light. They also took turns asking for some along time. Vatarie first, Asune second, Clare third, Delilah fourth, Edin and Anastasia to end the night and go to bed in company.

The next day was the same. Your theory class went over what you had already examined over the last few weeks. Stephanie again ran through forms to tired muscles, so you figure Friday was a fight though tired muscles things. That night the order switched up with Asune and Vatarie swapping place and you ending the night with Clare.

And so the week went. Friday's Stephanie class was what everyone had assumed it would be, the lower ranks had sore muscles and she made everyone do pushups, situps and laps around the academy until dark. No one passed out but a few were carried by their friends back to the dorms. Stephanie stopped you at the end of the class to have a private word.

"How is your imbuing progressing?" She asked glaring a few students who had been observing the training. They ran away at her gaze less they be given exercises as well.

"It's progressing. I'm nearly last long enough for you." You don't intend the double meaning and only see it when she raises an eyebrow at you.

"I'm sure you'll satisfy." She smiles at you for a moment and you see her eyes dip down. "Show me." She produced one of the crappy iron swords and held it out for you.

At this point you are confident enough to take the sword and thumb nail your magic. Throwing the shell and sinking it into the metal it holds. "See, getting better."

"I can see." Stephanie voice purrs as she walks around you. "You are getting better at handling." As she says that you feel a hand graze your ass lightly enough for you to think it was an accident. "I can tell you've spent a lot of time practicing." Her hand grazes you again to make it clear it was never an accident.

"Well, I really want that meal with you." You say a bit flustered. This is far more physical than she's been before not to mention flirty.

"Oh, I'm sure I could give you a wonderful meal." She whispers into your ear, pressing her chest against your back. "Think you can last long enough?"

"Y-yeah," You clear your throat suddenly feeling nervous, "No wor-RIES!" You shout as a hand reaches around to grab at your lower half.

"Mmmm, Want to show me how you handle your other sword?" At her words she squeezes and the shock distracts you from the sword which falls to pieces. "Oh well." She pulls back suddenly cold. "Her Highness has told me that Mary will be arriving this weekend. She apparently made haste to meet her potential suitor."

"Huh?" You turn to look at Stephanie as she regards you.

"I will be personally instructing Mary's personal guard while they are in the capital, so that was your last chance for a while to impress." She starts walking away.

"Hang on you changed the rules." You stopped her from moving and you saw her aura flicking with hope. It takes a second to figure out what is when you remember the last time she changed the rule and you got her to change the time limit. "So that means I can change them as well." Her aura has a moment of satisfaction.

"Really?" She asks turning to face you. "And what would you alter? I still have to train the personal guard, and you have occupied evenings with you Hanun." You catch her eyes flicking down once more and your downs flick down her body as well.

"Well if you're allowed to touch me, I think I should be allowed the same." The words come out of your mouth before you can think about them, your mouth and eyes working together under the sight of impressive boobs. You might have some sort of problem. You'd never thought yourself a nymphomaniac but maybe Clare is rubbing off on you, as much as she is rubbing herself off on you.

Stephanie glares at you for long enough that you think you crossed a line when she steps closer. "That seems fair." She pushes her chest out. "Touch me to be equal."

Your eyes are drawn to her chest and a hand moves when you hesitate. Stephanie isn't one to use words idly. You walk behind her and gentle graze her ass with your finger tips. It is a firm even at that brief touch as you expected. Her aura confirms your decision was correct for her. A pride in her forces you to remember all her lessons about patience and restraint.

The second graze makes her shift her legs in anticipation, spreading them open slightly. When your hand reaches around to her front and press against her mound. She lets out a shaky breath and her legs spread a bit wider. You copy her movements on you as best you can and press your middle finger between her thighs and draw it back. A deep breath is your reward.

You pull back and she turns to face you. Her face is red, her eyes dilated and her tongue licks her lips. "Equal." You say figuring this was a part of some test.

"Yes we are." She lets out a slow breath then gives you a wry smile. "Though if you had been more confident in your victory over your opponent we'd be fucking on that bench." She points at the bench your Hanun always sits on.

"Huh?" You ask looking from the bench to Stephanie.

"When you have an opponent at an admitted advantage, don't let them get off with just what is equal. And you could have been getting off with me if you were more confident and less concerned about my withdrawal of interest." Her aura seemingly taunts you with the fact she believes every word she is saying. "I've already agreed to having a meal with you, and we both know that wouldn't be the end of our time together if you are charming enough. You should stop holding back when you can press an advantage." She walks off leaving you to think for a moment.

"Wait so you assume we'd have sex after food?" It was strange that that is what your mind latched onto. "And why are you trying to train me with sex?" That last question becomes self evident as it leaves your mouth. "Ok fair."

"Christopher you are handsome, charming, powerful and even if you are young you act with maturity." Stephanie turned to face you leaning forwards to push her chest out. "But beyond your refusal to do harm your other weakness is that you are horny. I thought having several nobles tending to that would resolve the issue but you pursued me anyway. The day I agreed to have a meal with you I was considering just offering to have sex with you before your morning exercises. Had I known how motivating you find the prospect of having a meal with me was, I would have offered that myself for each class you attend." She waits for a moment and her aura is clearly expecting you to respond in a certain way. That her eyes dart to the bench she'd said you'd be fucking on gave away the response she wanted.