Using a convenient excuse.

I felt like a brand-new man. It was truly amazing, bordering on hilarious, just how different today was than yesterday. Not even a full twenty-four hours had passed since my sulkier doom-and-gloomy ways, and now I was the happiest I had frankly ever been. The blood-red-haired, tanned, and scarred blood mage was kneeling and bobbing her head along the length of my steely rod. Meanwhile the adorable, soft, and minty-haired school idol was watching with rapt attention and a thirsty expression. I’d lost count of the number of times she had licked her lips watching the display.

That was me she was looking at. A part of my body. A woman, and the school idol was looking at a part of me with such thirst. She desperately wanted to suck on my cock so she could once again swallow the creamy substance that she had quickly grown addicted to. If for nothing else that had happened to me on this glorious day, that fact alone had an impressive effect on my self-esteem. Someone wanted me.

My battle golem was seated beside me and held my hand in her own smooth and silky ones. Her four black spheres were hovering at various points around us, clearly recording the event and probably taking note of every detail at once so she could please me when the time came. Not that I imagined she would have to try very hard, she was cute in her own strange robotic way.

The view was nothing to sneeze at either. I was sitting on the bleachers of the gymnasium, overlooking the rest of the mage-like students doing their exercises. What these exercises boiled down to was yoga, though not any poses I was really familiar with—in life my mother had been a bit of a yoga nut. So there was a sea of gorgeous women stretching their bodies and flexing in exotic but also slightly erotic poses in outfits that consisted of primarily cropped t-shirts and bottoms that reminded me a lot of yoga shorts, just made of a slightly shinier material. Wardrobe malfunctions and accidental nip slips were common if one were looking, and boy was I looking.

You see, there really isn’t much point in encouraging fitness for mage types here. For warriors, fighters, brawlers, even warpriests this was effective but only because working out was a secondary experience gain condition for those classes. Meaning the more they worked out, the more they leveled up, and the stronger they got. It was strange, but in Melfuere, working out didn’t make you any stronger or fitter. Leveling up was the only way to increase your stats, even physical ones. And since we all had our ideal bodies, we’d never even need to work out to lose weight, because we’d never gain weight to begin with. Our appearances were largely static unless forcibly altered.

So then what exactly was the point of having the mages do anything at all during a gym class? Just to keep them busy? While there were those in my world that would have claimed that yoga poses had some quasi-supernatural effect on the body, an idea I had always doubted, it was absolutely true of these poses. These poses, if done in specific sequences and for long enough periods of time, would actually apply a “buff” to the one who does them. In theory anyone can do this, but it is most helpful for the mage-types who can’t get experience during this period. Instead, the mages receive buffs that can last a few days that make them focus better on studies, make their magic stronger, and make it easier to meditate, as these are the things that do typically increase their experience.

Speaking of experience, I had received quite a lot during lunch and in the locker room. Not to mention the healthy bundle I was about to receive in a matter of seconds. A cursory glance at my stats told me this would set me over the edge and finally level me up. At this point I also noticed a few more skills that I had unlocked. It had been a while since I last checked and I had a lot of stimulation since then, so I supposed that was reasonable. However, I got the feeling I was about to spend a lot of mana in a moment, so testing them out was out of the question right now.

Walking toward where I was on the bleachers was the gym professor. I was about to bust my nut in front of my teacher instead of participating in class activities. In order to get away with this, I would need just the perfect excuse.

“Um, Murasaki,” Professor Yvette said in her typical small mousey voice as she approached. It really did seem comical that such an ordinarily small and clearly introverted presence was in charge of the gym class. It reminded me of Tsuki’s position as class representative and always made me smile inwardly. Yvette was short, probably only five feet tall, and honestly looked more like a bookworm than a fitness instructor. She had large circular glasses, seafoam green eyes, and long tawny brown hair in a tight ponytail. Freckles dotted her round cheeks and added to the overall look of adorableness.

“Afternoon, professor,” I replied a bit strained, feeling myself edge ever closer to exploding into Charlotte’s mouth.

“Why aren’t you three participating in your sigils?” she asked, but there wasn’t as much harshness in her tone as there should have been. It was no secret that Professor Yvette had a soft spot of the mages, and rarely mistreated them. The very fact that they were allowed to spend so much more time getting ready than the other two groups of students had always been evidence enough of that. But her tone here was also an indicator, it was almost conversational.

But now came the time when I had to do it. “I’m horny,” I replied.

A few things happened in that moment. Firstly, using that skill, which was aptly named “Perfect Excuse”, drained almost the rest of my mana. Secondly, Charlotte made a very skillful tongue movement which finally coaxed my load into her waiting mouth. Thirdly, this orgasm gave me just enough experience to level up, as I anticipated it would. Finally, leveling up made me regain all of my lost mana so I was immediately back to full tanks in spite of the skill I used.

Suddenly going from nearly empty to full and leveling up all within the span of half a second made sure the load was huge, as the sensation was incredible. I would remember this moment for the future, realizing that leveling up felt amazing, and I would have to make an effort to time it with my orgasms more often. I felt like a firehose blasting my creamy white spunk into the blood mage’s mouth. I noticed Mint was drooling.

“Oh, well okay,” Yvette said, seeming to be satisfied with this answer, but also blushing at the blatantly erotic and shameless display.

“Mmmnn!” Charlotte exclaimed as her mouth quickly filled up with my sperm and her cheeks began to bulge. She waited until her mouth had been completely filled before she finally swallowed its contents in a single, heroic, and painful looking “GULP!” but it wasn’t over, another long rope of my spunk shot into her lips and began filling it up once more. Again, she waited and paid the price, wincing as she made another hearty gulp. But the initial expression of pain and anguish was swiftly replaced with a look of absolute bliss, and I could even see a spot of wetness appear on the wooden boards of the bleachers below her. She was a masochist all right, and this was just how she wanted to do it.

“I-I assume these two are helping you?” Yvette asked.

I managed to grunt a wispy, “Yes,” as another lengthy rope was urged into the redhead’s lips.

“GULP… mmmn… gulp-ulp…” Charlotte was moaning hoarsely between her swallows. Her method of ingesting my cum was markedly different from Mint’s, but I suspected it had a great deal to do with the blood mage’s masochism than simple quirkiness. Either way, I was not complaining.

“Well, I guess that’s all right then,” Professor Yvette replied.

Finally, my ejaculation ceased, and Charlotte pulled herself away, a long stringy bridge of my cream connecting her lips to my oozing tip and her cheeks bulged with one last mouthful. Mint did not hesitate to bring herself forward and desperately wrap her own lips around my tip, beginning to bob along it as well. It was amazing to think just minutes ago she was acting innocent to what was happening and now here she was **** to drink from my tap after just one prior taste.

Yvette was watching, still blushing.

“Is there something else?” I asked, curiously. While I had tried to add a lilt of tease to my tone, it was likely lost in how hard I was panting.

“Uh, well, I need to observe you to make sure you return to class once you’ve stopped being, uh, horny.”

I could tell from her tone this was just an excuse for her to watch. It might be too much to ask to join, I had to remind myself that the deal was that all of the students were closet perverts that would be happy to receive my advances, a fact that may not have been true of staff and faculty. Besides, I had to wait for her to offer anyway in accordance with Anterose’s rules.

Instead, as Charlotte made one last heroic and painful-looking gulp to swallow everything that remained in her mouth, and Mint licked and suckled away at my stiff rod like candy, I observed my new skills. Only one of them, called “Erokenesis” seemed to interest me at the moment. It was incredibly cheap but very interesting.

Basically, it gave me the ability to manipulate clothing at a distance and discretely. I could move clothing items, stretch them, tighten them, and even undo buttons or zippers. I couldn’t do any of these things with enough **** to actually harm or physically move the wearer’s body, but it would give me just about as much control over someone’s outfit as I could reasonably want as a shameless pervert.

The kicker was that even if someone personally witnesses me using the skill, they won’t believe I am in any way responsible for the manipulation unless I wanted them to. They will treat any shifting or removal of their clothing as being a wholly mundane accidental wardrobe malfunction no matter how outlandish the odds might be of it happening by pure chance.

“Fuck me,” Charlotte said, breathing hard now, “that really is some good stuff, I almost drowned in it.” She swallowed again, then again, “Hulp… gulp… Sticky too, hard to get it all at once.”

“Glad you like it,” I smiled.

“Like it? I need more, make room Mint, let’s team up.”

Mint seemed **** to do this in her dazed thirst, but eventually slipped my swollen member out of her lips and began hungrily sliding her tongue all over it instead. Charlotte joined her, lathering up my length in their combined saliva, each occasionally giving the shaft or tip a suckling smooch, Mint more often than Charlotte. When they both perchance reached the tip, they would swirl their tongues together with my head between them, practically making out with each other around it.

In the meantime, I felt like experimenting with my erokenesis. I pointed a finger at my professor, Yvette. She had a pretty hefty pair of melons on her chest that looked quite perky, and I was curious what they looked like. Mentally “pressing the button” of my skill, I activated it and swept the tip of my finger upward. The result was that Yvette’s oversized grey workout shirt was suddenly and inexplicably yanked upward over the top of her chest and suddenly bunched up beneath her neck.

Her breasts came spilling out, jiggling from the sudden drop from gravity, a pair of light brown nipples topping them. I was immediately surprised and delighted by two details. First that the freckles on her face were not singularly contained there, as there was a dusting of them on the top of her tits as well. The second detail that caught my attention was that she was absolutely shredded.

This was a fact that, in retrospect, I should have expected given that Yvette saw over all three groups of gym class students and instructed them; but I was nonetheless surprised by because nothing else about her seemed to indicate that she was as fit as she was. At least not until now. Her legs and arms always had some degree of thickness I had always assumed to be fat, but now that I was looking more closely, I realized it must have been muscle, not defined muscle, but muscle nonetheless. I had never before seen her general torso area nor gotten any good idea of what might have been there thanks to the oversized shirts she wore, but now that her shirt was no longer concealing it, I could see that her abs were very well-defined with a clear and impressive six-pack. Finally, her shy demeanor combined with her big round glasses and impressive knowledge of many different subjects meant that the contrast was staggering and, frankly, erotic.

While my brain was busy being absolutely floored and intrigued by the mystery of her appearance, my cock was busy being ravenously licked and smooched. It twitched between its two dutiful tenders while I ogled Yvette’s bare chest, oddly focusing just as much on the abs as the breasts.

What naturally followed was that I needed to know what class she was, something I hadn’t actually been curious about before now. “Mystic Monk” was her class name. This was a very rare class, one that combined martial arts with spellcasting. Now I understood the duality of her appearance as well as what qualified her to have the job she had. Frankly, knowing this about her gave me a new appreciation of her, both professional and erotic.

“Oh! Whoops!” Yvette exclaimed and blushed slightly as she wrestled with the bundled cloth and yanked it back down. “Sorry, that probably didn’t help your horniness, did it?” she asked.

“It’s no big deal,” I said, “besides I liked the view.” I added this last bit with some degree of hesitancy, but only because of the aforementioned fact that she was not a student here, and that may have meant things were different for her.

“Coach!” Someone from one of the other sections came running up to us. She was a dark elf with chocolate-colored skin and long blonde hair, “Midori and—” she stopped mid-sentence once she saw what was happening on the bleachers and gasped, blushing hard. My ears perked up at the mention of Midori’s name, the tsundere brawler with a disposition as fiery as the color of her hair.

“What’s happening?” Yvette asked, taking on a sterner and more serious tone. This tone managed to snap the dark elf’s attention back to her. “Don’t mind them, Nali, Murasaki is horny.”

“U-uh, okay,” the dark elf, evidently Nali, stammered, “Midori and Haze are fighting again.” Haze was a name I did not recognize. I might have known her if I saw her, but by name alone I couldn’t tell anything. “Tsuki is trying to calm things down but… you know.”

At once, I got it. Tsuki would try, but her tendency to let herself be a bit of a doormat would prevent her from being effective.

“All right,” Yvette looked back to me.

“Go ahead,” I said, “I don’t think I’ll be better before class is over anyway.”

Yvette let out a sigh and then began running toward the warrior-like group. Thanks to massive dividers that separated the three gym groups, I couldn’t see what was going on over there, but I could hear faint sounds of excitement. Nali ran after the professor, and as she did, I decided to test out my skill again. I pointed my finger at her behind and tugged down. Nali’s quasi-yoga shorts were suddenly yanked down to expose her rather shapely rear. This was something she gasped at and fixed quickly, but the image of her perfectly round buns was burned into my mind nonetheless.

I was briefly distracted by Mint taking my full length into her mouth again, sliding all the way down to the base. I groaned with pleasure as I felt myself slide into her tight throat. Then she pulled back off and Charlotte returned to my member instead, swallowing it whole just like Mint had but doing it far more quickly and more roughly, probably because that was how she liked it, and I moaned again.

“Master,” Yami said from next to me as she observed all of this from multiple angles with her spheres, “do you enjoy having multiple partners rather than a single one?”

It had only just occurred to me in that moment that most of my sexual release today had involved more than one person, but that was mere coincidence in truth, “Uh, it depends on the situation, I guess.”

“What factors contribute?” she asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know. This is all pretty new to me. I’m just on cloud nine right now.”

“Same,” Mint said, a bit slurred but hazily happy as she waited for her turn.

Then Charlotte removed herself and said, “Likewise, I never knew how much I’d love cock until now.”

I chuckled at their comments, but Mint desperately sliding herself back down my shaft sent such a rush of pleasure that it cut me off.

“I will continue to observe, then,” Yami said, and I was struck by the realization that she may fully understand my preferences before I do, a strange thought indeed.

Now that the two girls at my lap were playing a sexy game of hot-potato with my cock, I went back to playing around with my new skill, flipping up the shirts of the women doing moderately erotic yoga-like poses before me and yanking down their shorts as well. All of them had very similar reactions, either quickly covering themselves back up in an embarrassed shuffle or just casually righting their outfits at their earliest convenience with nary more than a blush. A rare few would be so surprised by the wardrobe malfunction that they’d lose their pose and fall over comically, while an even rarer few didn’t even bother fixing themselves. I took mental note of these ones, one of them being the neon blue-haired energetic girl who had been one of those who fondled me in the locker room. She just let her top remain pulled up around her neck until someone pointed it out to her, then she replaced it but seemingly only out of politeness.

The variety in reactions pleased me to no end, and it was with this wonderful view in sight that allowed me to unload yet another helping of spunk into Mint’s eager mouth. Her swallowing was more rapid and more ****, she had no interest in the pain of the act like Charlotte, but instead either the taste or just the act itself. I hadn’t quite landed on which I thought was true yet.

“Gulp… hulp-gulp…” the sound of her gentle but hungry swallowing was delightful to no end, and urged as much fresh cream out of me as I was able to give. Or so I thought. Then they swapped and I let Charlotte swallow the rest of my spunk in her hoarse and pained gulps.

In the end, what I told Yvette had not been a lie, my stamina held true, and I wasn’t truly exhausted until the class had ended and the bell rang. My two companions had gotten quite a filling from me, and I was more than delighted to have given it to them.