Spicy with a side of discovery.

I sighed as the bell rang to signify the beginning of the day’s first half hour break, “Finally,” I said, stretching. There was a rumble of moving chairs as the other students all began getting up and moving around, clustering together in their own little groups to chit-chat, and a few even stepped outside the classroom. I noted that Tsuki was among this latter group.

I considered going after her, but I had an idea she would come to me when she was ready. I had to remind myself that many of these people didn’t know how to handle love at all, best to gived her space. So, I remained seated, trying to relax.

“Staying?” Yami asked.

“Yeah, I need to relax. I hate note-taking, always have. I’m bad at it too.”

Suddenly, as soon as I said that, there was a strange click followed by a whizzing sound from Yami. I turned to look and saw one of the black orbs at her back suddenly remove itself and float up to the middle of the room. A few other people noticed it but didn’t seem too bothered by it. I likewise ignored it for now.

“Uh, anyway, yeah I’d rather be doing anything else.”

Yami suddenly stood up and without saying a word she climbed up on top of my desk and sat down on it, facing me. She lifted one long and slender nylon stocking-clad leg up and rested it on my left shoulder. I noted that she wasn’t wearing shoes. She then lifted her other leg and rested the foot on my right thigh. Her legs were spread completely open and I could see that her shoes weren’t all that was missing. Interestingly, in lieu of underwear she instead had a white strip of cloth that was covering her nethers instead, just slightly wider than a bandaid. It was extremely tight against her skin though, so I could definitely see the contours of her sex very well in spite of it.

“Yami?” I sputtered looking up at her, “the hell are you doing?”

“Giving you something else to observe. I am not wearing panties like the girl in front of us, but I hope this view will be equally acceptable.”

I blinked, “Uh, well, it is um,” I looked back down to the view under her skirt. It was definitely an erotic display that I appreciated, “definitely acceptable.”

“Good,” she replied.

Everyone else in the class was suddenly looking at me with a combination of flushed faces or jealous ones. I was glad the girl in front of us had left the classroom, else she likely would have heard I had been gawking her for the whole first period. Would she have minded, though? Either way, even some of the flat-chested girls seemed interested in this situation. That reminded me that I needed to correct the little rumor that was probably going around.

The knowledge that the first perverted thing I did to someone was always free, I reached my right hand up to touch Yami’s chest. It was smooth to the touch, and the actual gentle mound of flesh itself was amazingly soft and fluffy. I looked up to gage her reaction, but she was just staring blankly back at me, so I got even ballsier and slipped the hand into the top itself and pinched a nipple.

“Mn,” this time the only reaction she gave was a slight hum. The other small-chested girls in the class were suddenly watching with rapt attention, wide eyed, a few of them suddenly hopeful. A few even retrieved their tabs and probably began sending messages.

“You did that for them,” Yami observed in a quiet tone.

I was amazed she noticed that, given that she was looking specifically at me. I nodded, “Also because I wanted to. You’re cute.”

She didn’t blush at this comment, probably because she couldn’t, but she did break eye contact and look off to the side in a bashful way, “Thank you.”

“Hey, so what’s an automaton? I’m not from Halphor,” I asked and removed my hand from her top, but only so I could slide it further down her body to her thighs. They were pleasantly soft too, though definitely strange, especially when my fingers met with one of the line-like grooves at various points on her frame.

She looked at me again, “I am a golem constructed by a rune mage. As an automaton I am fully sentient and independent, unlike other forms of golems.”

That was interesting, and her mentioning golems made me remember the golem that was probably waiting for me back at my room. Thinking about that also reminded me of the a-mail I got at the beginning of class. I quickly retrieved my tab and navigated to my messages to find a new one from Circle of Runemasters:

Thank you again for choosing the Circle of Runemasters, we are pleased to inform you that your unique combat golem has been successfully delivered. If you ever have any concerns or problems regarding your product, please reply to this message and a representative will be there shortly to assist you.

Looks like it got delivered, that was good. My eyes wandered up from my phone to the view in front of me again, specifically at the panty-less crotch of this other golem. What an interesting coincidence that I would meet another golem today for the first time. I had been thinking of my golem as a big mech-like thing this whole time, but what if it looked as cute as Yami here?

She seemed to respond to my shameless staring, actually sliding forward and leaning back a bit on one of her slender arms so that her barely covered sex was closer to me. I glanced up at her, saw that her expression hadn’t changed, then I leaned forward and took a good long sniff.

It didn’t actually smell like anything. How easy it was to forget that she wasn’t actually a living human being, despite how she looked.

“I apologize,” she began in her quiet tone, “I have not been producing my scented lubricants.”

That was certainly one hell of a way to put that, “It’s fine,” I waved away the concern and instead decided on a different venture. I moved my hand from her thigh to her sex. I wanted to know what it looked like, so I tried to grab the edge of the patch to move remove it. My fingers couldn’t find purchase on it, even when I tried to use my nails to get under it. I looked back up at her, “Can you remove that?”

“I cannot.”

“Oh,” I said, deflated.

“I am sorry it displeases you.”

“That’s fine,” I replied. It was just one strange thing after another with this golem girl. “Is it bad that I’m touching it?”

She shook her head, “You are permitted to do as you please with me.”

I blinked, “Wait, really? We just met.”

It was her turn to blink, though this gesture just seemed to be in order to express her own confusion, “Yes, however, that is because you only ordered me just last night.”

My eyes widened, “Wait, you’re my golem?”

She nodded.

“Whoa, seriously?” Then I considered it. The messages never said specifically that they were delivering to my residence, I got the delivery message the very moment Yami sat down next to me, she wasn’t actually a student. It was all making sense now, I felt dense for not seeing it earlier.

“I apologize, I should have made it clear in my introduction.”

I laughed, “Don’t worry about it, I should have put two and two together. But seriously, you’re not pulling my leg?”

Her head tilted, the expression seemed to be lost on her, “I am unsure what that means. But I am being truthful, I am your golem.”

Even though I had been expecting something much bulkier and menacing when I thought of golems, this was so much cooler, and not to mention sexier. She was like an android, just magic instead of electronic.

“Well that’s good news, I was literally just wondering if the golem I was going to get would be as cute as you.”

She broke eye contact again, which was becoming a surefire way to identify when she became embarrassed. It was actually pretty adorable, “I am glad that I am to your satisfaction, Master.”

“More, even,” I said, “which is why I’m gonna keep staring up your skirt.” The pad was actually kind of cute, it reminded me of hentai art where the girl had a bandaid covering her vagina. It was slightly disappointing that it couldn’t be removed, but I certainly liked looking at it.

She nodded, “That is why I am up here.”

Nice. In the interest of changing the subject I asked, “So uh, I’m not from either Melfluere or Halphor and I’ve only been here a week. Is there anything I should know about combat golems like you?”

“Golems have a very high mana capacity, but this is because we are constantly using it to perform any action. When we run out of mana, we enter a state of hibernation. We do not recover mana naturally like other creatures, we must recover it through other means. This would include the methods outlined in your skills.”

I blinked and then said quietly, “You can see my skills?”

“I do not ‘see’ them as you do, but I am an extension of you,” she replied simply. “Though I do not know which skills you have unlocked. Do you have the skill that allows your fluids to be used to restore mana?”

I blushed slightly, remembering the exact fluids mentioned by the skill, “uh, yeah. About how much would you need to fully recharge? And how often would you need them?”

“That depends on how extensively I am used and what level you are. My mana capacity will increase as part of my automatic upgrades each time you level up. Do not worry, I will inform you if I am at half capacity or close to empty.”

Well, that was good. I nodded along as I shamelessly stared at the sensual curves of her groin.

“Murasaki!” I was suddenly approached by two girls from another class, both of whom I recognized well. The one who called my name was Midori, a busty hot-headed tsundere type whose personality was almost as fiery as her copper-colored hair, always pulled back into an explosive short ponytail. Now that I could see other people’s classes, I observed that she was a “brawler”, a job I thought fit pretty well with her since her passions seemed to be working out and fighting. She even bore a vertical scar across her right eye which fit with her general personality like a glove.

The other was a friend of hers, though they seemed to consider each other rivals more than anything, Sena. Sena was an elf by appearance, a fact that made me wonder if elves existed in Halphor or if her ideal form was an elf. Either way, her short stature, long blonde hair, petite frame, and pointed ears made her very adorable to me, even if she was almost unbearably haughty. A peek at her class told me she was a “runemaster”, just like from the a-mails regarding Yami.

These two were constantly at odds because Midori’s headstrong personality that didn’t take crap from anyone clashed with Sena's inflated sense of self-worth.

“Hi there,” I greeted with a wave.

“We heard that you like big—what the hell are you doing?!” Midori suddenly exclaimed when she noticed Yami’s position on the table.

“Enjoying the view. This was her idea, I promise,” I said, pointing a thumb at the golem, “I’m not complaining, though.”

Yami, who notably did not even make an attempt to change her position, held out a hand to shake Midori’s, “I am Yami, Murasaki’s combat golem.”

“Combat golem!?” it was Sena’s turn to exclaim in her high-piched voice as Midori hesitantly shook the offered hand, “How did you manage to get your hands on one of those!?” She leaned forward and poked at my chest, eyeing me suspiciously.

“She’s one of my weapons. I picked her for my unique one.” I replied.

“A combat golem is one of your weapon choices!?” her eyes were wide with shock, “What class are you even?”

“Beguiler,” Midori answered, stroking her chin, thoughtfully, “I’ve never heard of that one, is it unique?”

I nodded.

“Are you kidding me?” Sena said, exasperated, “A loser like you has a unique class and one of the most advanced golems on the market? Am I dreaming?”

“For once, I agree with you,” Midori nodded.

Even though their tones were harsh, I didn’t mind. My pathetically extensive knowledge of anime tropes told me that this was just their way of showing affection. They were archetypical down to the last detail. Furthermore, they were from a different class and had otherwise nothing to do with me. So, if they truly didn’t like me, I doubted they would go out of their way to interact with me nearly as much as they did.

I shrugged, “Yeah, I’m pretty lucky I guess.”

“Could,” Midori began, pointing at Yami with a slight blush, “could you tell her to close her legs, please. Is she even wearing underwear?”

“No,” I replied then smiled, “and no.”

Midori reacted by glaring at me and intensifying her blush.

“Of course she’s not wearing underwear, she was probably naked until someone threw a uniform on her. Golems aren’t made with clothing, you know.” Sena said, crossing her arms and getting a vain smirk on her lips, obviously feeling superior for having known that.

“Professor Morgana provided one for me when I arrived to inform her of who I was.” Yami added.

“Anyway,” I cut in, “it seemed like you two came here with a purpose.”

“Oh, right,” Midori said, seeming to calm down a bit. “There’s a rumor going around that you prefer larger boobs.”

“And I corrected the matter by pointing out that you clearly prefer smaller ones because you spend so much time admiring my own superior and more aerodynamic chest.” Sena stood triumphant and puffed out her torso, swelling with pride.

“But a bunch of people said they saw you fondling Mellon in the hall and some other girl last night. Don’t do that, by the way!” Midori suddenly snapped and pointed a finger at me.

“So, we decided to come here to settle the matter once and for all,” the elf finished and they both looked at me expectantly.

It was easy to understand why this was a topic of contention between them. While Sena had a nearly completely flat chest, Midori had a rather large pair hanging from her well-built torso. The latter filled out her uniform with not only her sizeable melons but also with her rather strong frame. On the other hand, the former’s uniform was, if anything, baggy on her slender and gracefully thin frame. Though they would likely never admit it, they were probably both competing for my attention, and wanted this matter settled to know who had the upper hand in that regard in light of this new information.

It wasn’t just them that seemed to demand answers, the other students of the class were suddenly watching this exchange with rapt attention.

Keeping all this in mind, I grinned and stood up, causing Yami’s legs to fall down over the edge of the desk. I stepped forward and placed my right hand firmly on Sena’s flat chest and my left hand firmly on one of Midori’s breasts and gave both a hearty squeeze as I replied.

“I have no preference. All boobies are glorious.”

Their reactions to my sudden groping were varied and interesting. On the one hand, Sena’s face turned a bright red as she said, “Just where are you touching, you pervert!?” in an exasperated voice. However, she did not stop me.

Midori, literally on the other hand, did not react at all except to grab my arm and push the hand away from her breast aggressively but not painfully. There wasn’t really an upset expression, perhaps just disappointment but I got the impression that was more because my answer didn’t specifically favor her. That was my freebie for today with her, and now I understood completely what might happen when they did not consent per the second rule.

“Just proving my affection for all sizes. Sorry, girls, this little competition of yours will have to end in a tie.”

“No way, show your work!” Sena exclaimed, “explain how you could possibly like those obnoxious bags of fat!” As she said this, I took advantage of the consent she had given me by slipping my hand into her half-open uniform and squeezing her bare chest.

“Yeah, and explain what kind of appeal a walking plank like her could have?” Midori added.

With my free hand I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, but then shrugged, “I dunno. Big boobs are fluffy and soft, but small boobs are smooth and sensitive. I don’t think I can explain any better than that; at least no more than I could explain why exactly my favorite color is my favorite. I just like ‘em, and I like ‘em both equally.”

Neither of them looked particularly satisfied with this answer, but I was happy to see more than a few satisfied looks among the onlookers.

“Hmph,” Sena huffed, “I get it, Murasaki is just too embarrassed to admit that he likes flat chests more because of how many big-titted bimbos there are around here. He’s just trying to be nice, but I know the truth, so it doesn’t matter.” She then let out a haughty laugh with the back of her hand covering her mouth as she turned around and walked away, making my hand slip out of her top in the process.

Midori looked livid, a vein standing out against her prominent forehead and her emerald eyes gleaming with rage.

I looked at her and smiled.

“Don’t think we’re friends or anything, I have schoolwork to do so I need to go,” she said heatedly and then stormed off.

I turned back to Yami, who now had her legs crossed on top of the desk, still flashing what was under her skirt to me at my angle. There was something very erotic about the pad, almost more erotic than an actual vagina would have been. It only barely covered her sex and it was stuck so tightly to it that I could see almost every contour and detail of her labia underneath, but it also had an air of mystery that had its appeal.

The amount of detail did make me wonder why they would bother to model out a completely realistic vagina if they were just going to cover it up with a pad that couldn’t be removed. But I wasn’t really about to complain, I’d have to get used to not having intercourse for a while anyway thanks to that third rule that apparently even Anterose couldn’t do anything about, so I’d have to find other ways to get myself off in the meantime.

“Master, I sense an increased blood flow to your reproductive system as a direct result of the stimulus I am giving you and that you have obtained from the two loud students.” Yami said, thankfully in a low voice that I was pretty sure nobody else heard.

I looked over at the clock and saw that the break was only halfway done, but she was right, I was incredibly horny right now and could use some relief. Besides, climaxing was apparently my secondary experience gain, so it was a good idea no matter what.

But here in the classroom probably wasn’t the best idea, perhaps somewhere more private?