Delicious.

The food in Melfuere was absolutely amazing. Everything was fresh, expertly cooked by staff who were actually chefs and culinary experts, and many of the ingredients or dishes were not only exotic to an earthling like me, they were wholly alien, sometimes being from creatures or plants that were not native to Earth whatsoever. Lunch had always been one of my favorite times of the day during this past week specifically because of the food, it was one of the few times I was able to forget my situation and just get lost in the flavor of my dish.

Today wasn’t necessarily an exception to this rule, as the food was still tasty, but I was more than happy to let myself get distracted by my view now. I was also not eating alone, like what would have been typical. Seated across from me was my combat golem, Yami. When class ended Tsuki looked like she was prepared to head to lunch with me but got caught in a torrent of a few other girls who insisted she come with them. I would get the chance to see her after school, so I wasn’t too concerned, but I did miss her already.

“Master,” Yami said.

“Yeah?”

“Say, ‘aaaah’,” her monotone delivery of this classic trope was at the same time hilarious and adorable, especially with such a flat expression on her face. It took a lot of willpower not to laugh.

I opened my mouth allowing her to bring a portion of my rice to my mouth at the end of a pair of chopsticks.

“Om,” I took the bite and chewed. Somehow it tasted even better knowing it came delivered to me in this way, even though it literally wasn’t any different. I would have fed her too, but I was genuinely unsure of whether or not she could eat given the fact that she was a golem. She didn’t get her own food even though she had been with me in line, so I just sort of assumed she didn’t need it.

Another aspect of this situation I was enjoying were all the looks we were getting from the other girls in the cafeteria. Most of them were jealous of the brazenly romantic display.

Next came a tempura fried shrimp and I gobbled that one up and practically moaned. It was perfectly cooked, “Fuck me, how do they get it to taste so good?”

“As I understand it, many of the cooks were chefs in their former lives,” Yami explained, “and they got their positions precisely because of their passion. A few of them have also continued their practice after **** for centuries.”

“And it shows, damn. I’m really starting to love it here.”

“That is good, Master.”

“How about here?” A voice next to me asked just before I felt incredible softness against my cheek.

“Or here?” another voice asked accompanied by an equal amount of softness on my other cheek.

Turning my head to the left and right resulted in a face full of cleavage. One of the pairs was freckled and had an iconic and adorable mole on the left breast, and since the other pair was slightly larger and the skin was lightly sun-kissed, I was pretty sure I knew who they were immediately.

I turned my head upward to meet the blue-haired woman’s gaze, my chin still being hugged by her soft bosom. “Hello again Mellon,” I greeted. Then I turned my head to do the same to the other contributor of this softness cage, “And you must be her friend. I don’t think we’ve been introduced yet.”

“I’m Kanna,” she said. She was a very pretty girl with stylish makeup and long, wavy, golden blonde hair that she was wearing loosely, but I knew from seeing her in the halls that she tended to wear it in different ways on different days. I almost always saw her with a lollipop or some kind of candy in her mouth, and she stood out further by almost never wearing her blazer properly, usually opting to just tie it around her waist like a hoodie. “And you’re Murasaki. Melly talks about you like, all the time.”

“No, I don’t,” Mellon replied, and I turned my head around to look at her again. “Don’t you listen to her, she’s such a gossip.”

“Girl, you never shut up about this guy. You spent half our class today bragging that he felt you up.”

“I’m just glad he finally came out of his shell. He always stared at my boobs like he wanted to grope them.”

“He stares at everyone’s boobs like that, Melly.”

“Ladies, ladies,” I interjected, facing my head forward again so both pairs of busty breasts were against my cheeks and wrapping around my ears like lewd headphones, “I’m more than happy to hear I’m such an intense topic of discussion. What brings you over here? You two don’t usually make a habit of coming to talk to me during lunch.”

“Well,” Mellon began, “You don’t usually make a habit of giving me a hug and fondling me in the halls. It’s a special day for all of us. But we did come here with an agenda.” Mellon then gave her friend a very pointed look.

“Do we really have to do this? It’s like, so lame.” Kanna said.

“He deserves to know,” Mellon said, emphatic. I took this opportunity to get a little ballsy and reach both my arms around them to their backsides. I slipped my hands under their skirts and gave both rears a hearty squeeze. Their asses were amazingly springy and smooth. Neither seemed too bothered by the gesture, and Mellon even stuck her rear out a little.

“Ugh, fine,” Kanna said, “I saw what you were doing last night with that one girl. Gropin’ her and kissing and stuff.”

“And?” Mellon urged, clearly there was more to it than that.

Kanna rolled her eyes, “I also may have sent a few a-mails about it to my friends.”

“A few?” Mellon once again urged, leaning forward and sandwiching me even harder between them.

Kanna was silent a moment, sucking on her lollipop intensely, clearly debating if it was worth it to resist any more, “… a lot.”

“Ah, so you’re the one who was responsible for the rumor about my bust preferences,” I deduced. “I’m afraid that’s no good, Kanna,” I said shaking my head and making the breasts around it wobble, “you made a lot of the more modest-chested girls here really sad thanks to that. I went and had to clear up the misconception myself.”

She sighed, “Yeah, I know, Melly was getting on my case about that too.” She then sat down in the chair next to me and rested her cheek on her hand, transferring the lollipop from one side of her mouth to the other.

Since I had a spot at the end of the table, Mellon couldn’t sit down on the other side of me. Instead, without warning or comment, she crossed around and plopped herself into my lap and wiggled her rear when she did, smiling at me.

“I suppose all’s well that ends well,” I nodded sagely and turned to Yami, “another shrimp, please.”

“Yes, Master,” she said and obediently picked it up and offered it to me. I happily chomped it down, and Mellon seemed to giggle at my enthusiasm.

“Okay, here,” Kanna began retrieving her tab from her cleavage, “I’ll like, make it up to you. What kinds of things do you want everyone to know about you? I’ll send the word.”

I pondered this as Yami fed me the last tempura fried shrimp and then proceeded to get up to dispose of our dishes.

“I like boobs of all sizes,” I began, reaching up and groping Mellon’s bust as an example, “I also like butts, and feet, and legs, and lips, and faces… I kinda just like everything about girls. I haven’t seen or met anyone yet in this school that wasn’t sexy or attractive to me in some way.”

As I was saying these things, Kanna was diligently tapping away at her tab with her thumb and nodding. Meanwhile Mellon was wiggling on top of me in a very directed way. Having her on my lap while I was so brazenly discussing my sexual tastes was giving me quite a boner that she no doubt felt poking against her thighs. She was also directing a fairly sultry look in my direction that wasn’t helping.

“Aaaand what’s your favorite sexual position?” Kanna asked innocently enough. I might have done a spit-take if I were drinking something. The look on my face must have been comical because they both giggled.

“Kanna, that’s a rude question,” Mellon said after she had stopped laughing. “I know he’s an outlier because he’s a guy in this school, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a virgin like the rest of us. He might not have even had it yet.”

“Well, I haven’t,” I admitted, “but since coming here I’ve done a couple things. And like, I think about stuff so I’m not totally in the dark about my interests.”

They were both listening with rapt attention. Even Yami who had just returned and was sitting across from me again and Mellon who had just defended me seconds ago. Even her curiosity was getting the better of her it seemed.

“I’d always liked the idea of oral sex even before coming here and uh… now I’m pretty sure I’m one-hundred percent on-board,” I said. It was embarrassing to be admitting stuff like this out loud.

“Wait,” Kanna said as she tapped this into her tab, “giving or receiving?”

“Yes,” I replied.

Kanna looked over at me with half-lidded eyes that told me I answered correctly. Then she shot a look at Mellon and grinned. Mellon grinned back. “Well then, I think it’s time I really apologized for spreading that rumor.” Kanna took the lollipop out of her mouth, handed it to Mellon, and slid down off the chair and ducked under the table.

“Mm, yes,” Mellon nodded, popped the candy into her own mouth, and began climbing up on the table from my lap, “and I think it’s time you apologized to me for…” she paused, clearly trying to think of something, “… just eat me out.” She concluded and then opened her legs directly in front of me. What I saw amazed me. First of all, like Yami, I was pleased to see she was going commando. However, also like Yami, she was wearing one of those strange white pasties over her sex.

This almost distracted me from the bigger issue, “Wait, we’re in the middle of the cafeteria,” I said.

“I know, so eat up.” Mellon said, seductively. This, again, almost distracted me.

“Won’t we get in trouble?” As I asked this, Kanna was hard at work unzipping my pants and retrieving my throbbing cock from within them.

“As I understand, this school does not have any rules against public displays of affection,” Yami said in her monotone way, “this would seem to include acts of a sexual nature. I have just reviewed the school’s official rules.”

“No rules against student-staff relationships either,” Kanna mentioned, “I’ve eaten out the headmistress in her office before.”

“Same,” Mellon said.

Curiosity sated on that subject, I moved on to the next thing on my mind, “Okay, so, I’m not from here, obviously.”

Mellon nodded, “Mm-hm.”

I was about to continue when I felt my dick suddenly get swallowed into something familiarly moist and amazing. This made me lose my composure for a moment as I heard sudden suckling and slurping sounds from down below, “Geh, uh, what’s that white patch thing?” I asked, pointing up Mellon’s skirt.

“Oh, right, that. Hasn’t anybody explained what that is to you yet?”

Yami responded, “My apologies, Master. I would have told you when you inquired about mine earlier, I was not aware you did not know.”

I waved away the concern and then buckled forward with a groan as I felt Kanna slide herself all the way down to the base of my cock in a hungry manner, “Fuck! It’s fine.”

“Well you should probably know that women who are born into this world as virgins have to stay that way, and as it happens all of us here at this school died as virgins back on Halphor,” Mellon explained. I actually knew all this, but only then did it click, and I made the connection. That was what the drunk goddess meant when she said I couldn’t break the virginity rule even if I wanted to. I couldn’t remove the patches.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, “oh so they’re like chastity… pasties?”

“Chastity tags technically. We can’t remove them, and they’ll block anything that isn’t liquid from getting in there. Even the most powerful magic can’t get them off. believe me, I’ve asked,” Mellon shrugged. “But they aren’t completely cruel things. Weirdly enough, we can still feel through them, so it isn’t all bad. In fact, they amplify what we feel so it’s actually really good.”

“Wait but, what about her?” I pointed to Yami. “She’s a golem. She didn’t reincarnate here, did you?”

She shook her head, “I did not have a previous existence as you had, but that does technically mean I was a virgin before I was born into this world, as I could not have had sexual intercourse if I did not exist.”

I was having trouble wrapping my head around that, but I didn’t have time because Kanna impaled herself all the way down to my base again. The pure suction power she was capable of was dangerous, and I almost popped right there.

“Anyway, hurry up and eat me already,” Mellon demanded, and I could see that her pussy was soaked, dampening her tag significantly. “I’m starting to get jealous up here.”

She wouldn’t have to ask me twice. I jumped at the opportunity to taste this gorgeous woman’s nectar. I leaned forward and then inhaled through my nose to drink in Mellon’s feminine scent, this effort being much more satisfying than when I had tried that on Yami. Then I took the plunge, pressing my lips against the white pad. It truly was drenched in her juices.

She gasped sharply, and this motivated me to stick out my tongue. I wondered what it tasted like. I was delighted to find that the tag had no flavor of its own whatsoever, which meant the only things I tasted were Mellon’s sweat and juices, and both of those things were very delicious. The pad didn’t even have much texture to it. So, sliding my tongue across it did genuinely feel like I was licking her bare flesh, especially since it was so tight to her skin.

“Mnn there we go,” Mellon said and gently hugged my head with her meaty freckled thighs.

In the meantime, I could feel Kanna gently bobbing her head along my length, a wonderful feeling that was getting steadily more difficult to ignore. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

In a last-ditch effort to distract myself from the inevitable, I turned my tongue to the impression of Mellon’s nub at the hood of her sex, flicking it gently because porn had taught me that was a good idea. And porn turned out to be right because she moaned out loud from this treatment.

I was beginning to wonder what the rest of the cafeteria was doing while this was happening. Were they all watching with rapt attention? I suppose the reactions might be as varied as anything else. Some would be curious, some might be disgusted, some might be upset—Midori certainly would have been. But some might be turned on. Some might also be jealous.

That thought propelled me into climax completely and without much time to prepare. The familiar feeling of my sperm being emptied into the mouth of a woman crashed into me, enhanced by the fact that it was a different woman from the first time.

“Mmn!” Kanna hummed sharply at my sudden ejaculation, but didn’t let her surprise stop her from drinking every last drop, “Halmph… gulp, gulp, gulp... pwahh haum-gulp!”

I had shot my load into the mouths of multiple women. When I was alive on Earth, I had begun to wonder if I would die a virgin. I guess I was right in the end, **** just came sooner than I expected, and **** wasn’t the end of my existence.

Either way, the fact that in my afterlife I had now successfully dumped a second load into a second woman’s mouth was amazingly satisfying. I did my best not to let this distract me from my mission of satisfying Mellon though, so even as I could feel rope after rope of spunk being shot into Kanna’s mouth, who was greedily and heartily swallowing every last ounce, I became more aggressive with my attention to the blue-haired vixen’s sex.

I began pretending like I was kissing it, smooching with my lips, and sliding my tongue against it, occasionally nibbling on her clit through the tag. I was happy to hear that she was moaning through the experience, and the fact that she kept squeezing my head tighter with her thighs told me I was doing pretty good for my first time.

Once my own orgasm had ended, I felt Kanna slide my cock out of her mouth. Then I felt something wet and soft dragging itself along the length very gently. It must have been her tongue, and even though I was a little sensitive from the recent ejaculation, it actually felt really nice. She was good.

“Fuck… fuck…” Mellon was panting, “I’m gonna… hnnnnnyaaaahhh!” She let out a loud but satisfying moan and I could feel her sex twitching under my tongue as more fluid suddenly gushed out. I happily lapped it up like the most delicious drink, and it did genuinely taste really good. I was brimming with joy. I made a girl orgasm. Me. I did that. I was satisfying to a woman. I felt a surge of pride and happiness at this revelation that was almost as satisfying as my own climax moments ago.

“Um, hey,” Kanna’s head peaked out from under the table and peered up at me, “first of all, like, delicious spunk. Second of all, did it just like, restore my mana?”

“Did it?” the exhausted Mellon suddenly got a surge of energy and leaned forward to look down at her friend.

“Well like, I’m totally maxed out now,” she replied, “I only had like, three-quarters left before.”

Mellon suddenly looked at me, “Can I try some?”

I shrugged and smirked, “I mean, you’re more than welcome to as long as you’re willing to um, ‘extract’ it.”

A tongue darted out of her mouth and licked across her sapphire-blue lipstick, moving the lollipop from one side of her lips to the other, “Sugar, I’d love to.” She then removed the candy and stuck it unceremoniously between my lips. It was quite sweet, made especially sweeter knowing it was an indirect kiss to both of these hotties.

Suddenly, the bell rang announcing the end of lunch. It seemed time flew by faster than we had anticipated.

“Aw, well that’s disappointing,” Mellon said in a huff, slowly climbing off the table.

“We’ll just have to reschedule,” I said.

“Better fit me in there somewhere,” Kanna said, crawling out from under and standing up before leaning forward and suddenly connecting her lips to mine. She wormed her tongue into the gap and rather deftly transferred the lollipop back into her own mouth. “I like using my mouth,” she winked and giggled before walking away.

I was dumbstruck by the forwardness, not at all bothered by the fact that my cock had just been in her mouth seconds ago. That indirect kiss I was happy about a moment ago had just turned into a direct one. I was so shocked that when Mellon came in to give me a kiss as well, I nearly jumped. I happily accepted the kiss from her as well. I could taste the flavor of the lollipop on her tongue as it briefly wrestled mine.

“Mwah, thank you for the service, stud,” she said and winked. “As soon as you want me to return the favor just let me know.” Then she walked away as well, leaving both Yami and I alone as the rest of the cafeteria shuffled out and back to their classes.

“Did that just happen?” I asked Yami.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Wow,” I said, “I like those two. Especially Mellon.” This topic had me curious, “How exactly do relationships work in this world?”

Yami replied almost instantly in her robotic tone, “Courtship in Melfluere is likely identical to practices in Halphor. Generally speaking, relationships come in two distinct varieties, ones concerning sexual activity and ones concerning romantic love and affection. These two need not necessarily overlap, and in fact they often do not. Sexual gratification is just as acceptable coming from a friend as it is from a lover as long as the activity is consensual.”

“I see,” I nodded as we both began making our way out of the cafeteria and into the halls. Combined with the fact that Tsuki literally had no idea what monogamy was, this information was giving a pretty decent picture of how it all worked.

“Do you believe you are in love with Mellon and her friend?” Yami asked, thankfully quietly so as not to attract the attention of the other people in the hall.

“I dunno, I was just curious. So, in Halphor what does it mean to be someone’s girlfriend or boyfriend?”

“Those titles denote romantic partners. Frequent sexual partners have no universally accepted title, it often depends on the context or the culture.”

“Is having both considered bad? And what about having multiple of either?”

“No, and no. Most cultures would only view such relationships as bad if it were obvious that maintaining them was a challenge or a strain for any of the participants.”

“So, basically, don’t bite off more than you can chew?” I tried to sum it up.

She seemed to think about this before giving an answer, “In essence, yes.”

“Got it, sounds simple enough. By the way, sorry I didn’t think to invite you in on the action,” I said, guiltily. I genuinely hadn’t thought of it in the moment.

“There is no need. I will be happy to be involved with sexual activities with you as soon as you desire it. In the meantime, I am equally happy gathering data to make the experience even more satisfying to you.” In other words, she was studying all my weak points. That idea was actually pretty sexy to me.

Just then, we finally arrived at the next class. It was Tuesday, which meant that the third period of the day for me was gym. So, we were standing outside one of the changing rooms. I felt a brief wave of depression wash over me, but then realized this was just how this past week had conditioned me to feel.

The depression and sullenness came from the fact that this was an all-girls school, and as such there were no male-only facilities anywhere to be found. No male restrooms, no male locker rooms, no male changing rooms. So, for me, everything had to be unisex, which sounds like a paradise at first until you realize that you don’t want to be seen as a creep.

But now that I knew what this school was really all about, I no longer had any reason to be sad. I didn’t have any reason to shamefully walk past the lockers and change discretely in one of the bathroom stalls just to avoid seeming like a pervert. Apparently everyone was at least a closet pervert, and since I just got a blowjob and ate a girl out in the middle of the cafeteria, I didn’t really have anything to hide anymore.

So, with a slightly pervy grin on my face and squared shoulders, I walked into the paradise that was the changing room of an all-girls academy.