Seeing the academy with brand new eyes.

For the first time since I had arrived in Melfluere, I was well-rested. Despite being both excited and hornier than ever, I managed to get a good night’s sleep. I felt ready to start the day. I rushed through a shower in my bathroom and dressed myself in a flurry. I wasn’t running late; I was just excited to go to the academy for once. Things were about to change for me.

It was with a wide grin on my face that I made my way through the courtyard and toward the Academy entrance. I encountered a few students along the way, and this time when they greeted me, I greeted back with just as much enthusiasm.

“Good morning, Murasaki!” a cute blonde called out to me as I walked along the flagstone path.

“Hello!” I responded, waving happily and putting on a big smile.

“You’re in a good mood today, Murasaki,” a red-headed beauty noted as I passed by.

I shrugged, “How could I not be? I’m surrounded by all of you cuties.” A number of girls giggled at this response, and happy murmurs were spreading around.

Something wasn’t just different about me, however, something was also different about them. It was a subtle thing, so subtle I almost didn’t even notice, but many times when the other students caught sight of me and made their greeting, they would do something to emphasize their chest more. Something like, puffing it out slightly, or leaning forward to enhance their cleavage. On the other hand, there was another smaller group of students, about one in every five I encountered, who actually looked slightly disappointed or upset.

I briefly wondered if I had somehow unlocked a new skill during the night, but a cursory mental glance told me I still only had the two I had reviewed the night before. And skimming over the rest of my job’s stats and features was likewise fruitless. I certainly wasn’t about to complain about it, but the dissatisfied looks of some of the girls was worrying me.

“Hey handsome,” a voice called to me in the corridor to my classroom, knocking me out of my thoughts.

I recognized the girl’s dark blue curly hair done into an explosive topknot, matching sapphire blue lipstick, enchanting lime green eyes, and large perky breasts at once. A slightly devious but warm grin was touching her round, befreckled cheeks.

I was pretty sure her name was, “Mellon, right?”

She gasped, “You remembered my name? How sweet of you!” she giggled and did what many of the other girls had done, leaning forward to extend her cleavage line.

I took a deep breath. May as well start my experimenting here, Mellon was pretty hot, after all. I stepped forward and took a chance knowing that the first try was free. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a hug. I felt her amazingly soft chest mash against mine, and it felt amazing even through my blazer. Her immediate response to this gesture was a soft squeak.

“How could I forget a beauty like this one?” I asked, poking at a cute mole she had on her left breast, “And I’m not talking about the mole, unless…” I wiggled my brows.

“Oh wow, Murasaki, you aren’t normally this forward,” she replied and made no move to stop me from my embrace or my prodding, “not that I mind it.”

“I’m a in a good mood today,” I replied and got even ballsier, switching from poking her breast to slipping my hand inside her uniform and groping her bare breast. Hers were slightly firmer than Tsuki’s but delightfully elastic and just as much fun to touch.

“Murasaki,” Mellon mocked a chiding but playful tone, “everyone is watching.”

It was true, nearly everyone in the corridor had stopped to see our exchange, the majority of them appeared to have expressions of envy. That was a good sign. However, there were more than a few among them who shared the same disappointed or even melancholy expressions as those I had noticed earlier. My subconscious had picked up on a similarity they all shared, but unfortunately it hadn’t informed my conscious mind yet, so it just kept nagging at me.

“So?” I replied, grinning at her as I pinched one of her nipples.

Mellon moaned sharply at the pinch, “They’re gonna be jealous. And we should probably get to class.” Just like with Tsuki the night before, she was bringing up a cogent point about the situation but was also making it clear with her tone that this wasn’t something she was truly concerned about and would be willing to continue if that’s what I truly desired. In fact, it almost seemed like she was giving me an out. For some reason this was unbelievably hot to me.

“I suppose you’re right, next time, though, you won’t get away so lucky,” I let go of the blue-haired beauty’s waist and chest very wistfully.

“I hope not,” she giggled and blew me a kiss before continuing down the corridor past me. In truth, I would have loved to stay and grope Mellon’s bouncy melons until the end of time, but my teacher actually kind of scared me and tardiness was a pet peeve of hers.

The jealous looks of Mellon’s peers followed her down the corridor, and once she was out of sight those gazes turned to me. Each one was blushing and bashful, though a few seemed like they were actively trying to get my attention. I let it go, though, so Professor Morgana didn’t use my guts in her next alchemy lesson. Not before giving the crowd a not-so-subtle wink first, though.

When I finally arrived in my classroom, I took my seat at my desk by the window. I had mentioned that my workspace was large, and it was made even more spacious by the fact that it was technically a double-desk. Each of the desks in the classroom were meant to seat two people at a time, so each student had a desk partner. I was, by some stroke of luck or coincidence, the only one who was without one. This suited me just fine, because it meant I could put my backpack up on my desk with me instead of leaving it on the floor.

What I may have done on a typical day was sit down at the desk and immediately begin staring out of the window like a brooding emo nerd until class started. Today, though, it was a brand-new day, and I was grinning like an idiot as I peered around the class at my peers. I immediately spotted Tsuki, but when we made eye contact, she quickly turned away and faced the front of the class. Then she was swarmed by a group of girls.

That was interesting, she had a few friends but normally not this many people talking to her at once. Over the dull roar of the various conversations in the class I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying to her, or how she was responding, but she sounded bashfully distressed. I considered standing up and going over to join in the conversation, in case she was being harassed, but I didn’t get the chance.

The bell rang and Professor Morgana Belrose entered the classroom in her creeping and almost gliding way. Her dress today was its typical black silk material but was very loose. It had sleeves that nearly reached the floor and her breasts were basically only concealed by a pair of cloth strips that became bundled together below her chest. They hung freely and wobbled pleasantly with each step, as she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra.

Morgana peered across the room with her narrow black eyes, casting glares at each of the students who were still speaking amongst themselves. Eventually her gaze shifted to Tsuki, the class president, a reminder to her to fulfill her duties.

Tsuki stood up, “Um everyone, can you please quiet down? The bell rang. Um, guys?” her quiet and nervous voice did its best to calm the storm, but it clearly wasn’t enough.

Suddenly the room darkened, and the air pressure became denser, the only thing in the room that hadn’t dimmed were the whites of the professor’s eyes, which practically glowed in the sudden darkness.

“Silence,” she said simply, though her voice was accompanied by a menacing low rumble.

This shut everyone up pretty quick, and the light soon returned to the room. Everyone scrambled to take their seats.

“Welcome to class,” she said, her tone now considerably less evil but still intimidating. “Please remember that Tsuki is your class president, you must heed her directions and treat them like my own.” After casting a quick glare across the classroom, she began giving the morning announcements in her usual disinterested tone.

My mind wandered as I caught sight of the clock. It was eight o’clock, the exact time the a-mail said my golem would be arriving. I began thinking about the golem and how cool it would be to have one following me around. I wondered if it was big, I supposed it had to be if I could wear it like a suit. I was so lost in my thoughts, I only barely heard what the teacher was saying.

“As the final note on our agenda, we have a new addition to our class, please come in.” She said this last bit to the open doorway and I mindlessly watched as the new student came in.

She was very unique-looking. She had chin-length snow-white hair cut in a neat bob, part of which was covering one of her vibrantly purple eyes, and her ghostly pale skin had very strange markings on it, in fact they were almost like indentations that made her body look segmented at various points. Of course, I could only see her hands, her chest, head, and a small strip of her thighs thanks to the uniform and thigh-high black nylon stockings she wore. And these lines were pretty faint, all things considered. Her body was slender and while her curves were not as devastating as the other girls in this Academy, her athletic build more than made up for it. Her breasts were quite small, probably barely A cups if I had to guess.

“This is Yami and as you can see, she is an automaton. So, while she isn’t technically a fellow student, please treat her with respect.” That was weird. What was an automaton, exactly? Like a robot? And why did that mean she wasn’t a student? She was in a uniform.

“Hello,” was all she said in a monotone voice like someone playing a single low note on a violin.

“You can take the spot next to Murasaki,” Morgana continued, pointing at me.

Well, I shouldn’t have expected that my extra desk space would last forever. I politely removed my bag from the top of the desk and set it down next to my side of the desk instead. Yami made her way over to me, her stride was precise and meaningful, no wasted movements anywhere on her body.

When she sat down, I noticed something else interesting as well. Four perfectly round and smooth glossy black spheres were situated at the top of her back in a diamond formation, each about the size of a grapefruit. They didn’t appear to be actually attached to her in any way, they were just sort of stuck there. Like magnets against a fridge.

Also, when she sat down, I heard the familiar water droplet sound in my head notifying me of a new a-mail. I would have to check that later.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, slightly distractedly. This girl was pretty cute, but I was still thinking about my golem. Her presence beside me only made me wonder what the difference was between a golem and an automaton.

“Same,” she replied. Just like her gait, not a single word was wasted, she only seemed to say what was absolutely necessary. She did hold out her hand for me to shake, however.

I took the hand and found it strange to grasp. It was perfectly room temperature, not warm like one might expect an actual living body to be. That being said, her skin, or whatever she had in place of it, was extremely smooth. Delightfully smooth. I couldn’t help but also drift my eyes downward as well. While I had always had kind of the thing for large breasts, I had to admit the polar opposite had its appeal too.

Flat chests, or nearly flat ones, lent themselves well to admiring the curve of the torso itself, and the slight hint of erotic but slight bulge of breastflesh was something I enjoyed quite a bit. Yami, and the other students of the academy whose chests were flatter than the rest, had this quality in spades.

That was when it hit me, I knew what the pattern was with all the girls who had disappointed looks. They were all the flat-chested girls. Then I started putting the pieces together, all the girls at the academy except the flatties were puffing out their chests at me, trying to show them off more. Somehow, they all must have gotten the idea that I preferred large breasts. But how?

Then, and only then, did I actually realize that what I had done with Tsuki the night before was in a public place. Someone must have seen me groping her. A rumor had spread that I had a preference for large breasts because Tsuki had them, so all the small chested girls were sad and disappointed. That was why everyone was crowding around her earlier.

This was a grievous error, and one I intended to correct. I would have to wait until one of our breaks, though. I may have recently discovered that sexual activity was perfectly acceptable social behavior here, but that didn’t mean Professor Morgana wouldn’t have my head on a pike for disrupting her class in any manner.

“Very well,” the dark teacher began, whirling around to the chalkboard behind her and beginning to write, “we have a lot to discuss today so I won’t waste any more time.”

I retrieved my notebook and pen from my bag, groaning a bit. I absolutely hated taking notes. I was bad at it, and it never really seemed to help much, but this stuff was important and had a much more purpose in my everyday life here in Melfluere than the sorts of things I might have taken notes for on Earth. The sorts of things I learned at this academy were very practical subjects about how this world worked, after all.

Taking notes was difficult, though, for a couple reasons. Firstly, I was still pretty lowkey excited for my golem, and secondly, Yami was not at all paying attention to Morgana, instead she was staring directly at me and what I was doing. Trying to take notes with an audience was awkward and kind of uncomfortable.

Wanting to confront her about it, but also not wanting to create a distraction in class, I wrote down a message to Yami in my notes, since she was observing what I was writing too, Yami, could you please stop staring at me, it’s making me uncomfortable.

She blinked once I wrote this, and then thankfully did as instructed, turning toward the front of the class, though she didn’t really seem to be paying much attention.

I grumbled as I wrote something down wrong and had to erase the ink, something else these pens were remarkably good at. This was pretty much entirely the way this first segment of class went. Furious note-taking and grumbling next to a cute, albeit strange, robot-ish girl.

The school day was separated into four segments sort of akin to “periods” where the teacher spoke about a different topic. These segments were divided by three major breaks, a pair of half-hour ones and a single hour-long lunch. The segments themselves were otherwise all two hours long.

I couldn’t help but continually stare at the clock, eager for my first break to start, but also stare at the butt of the girl who was sitting in front of me. Her already short skirt was riding up thanks to her chair, so I could see her cute pink panties on display. Then I would snap myself out of it and continue writing in my notes.

This pattern continued unbroken until the end of the period.