The end of the school day.

It was minutes before the final bell marking the end of classes for the day. I was back in my seat and today I wasn’t sleeping through the lesson. I was also not doing anything obtrusive. Charlotte and Mint had easily drained me by the end of the gym class, both of them departing from me with looks of satisfaction and affection. I even got both of their a-mail addresses so I could message them if I wanted.

And at the same time, I was trying to hold out on my horniness until tonight. I hadn’t forgotten my promise to Tsuki that we would go back to my dorm for a date, and I wanted to save my energy and stamina for that. I even had Yami sit down next to me instead of on the desk in front of me.

So instead, here I was sitting in my seat, just looking over the classroom and experimenting with a skill I had unlocked. This one was called “Eroscope” and was actually pretty useful. It was a skill that remained activated until I chose to turn it off, however, it gradually drained my mana the longer it was on. What it showed me was incredibly useful, especially to a pervert like me.

First and foremost, it caused the image of hearts to be displayed above every single individual I looked at. There would be any number between zero and five floating in a neat line above their head. Eroscope’s description told me that this was a measure of how the individual felt about me.

Zero hearts meant the person did not know me whatsoever or saw me as merely an acquaintance. One heart meant they considered me a platonic friend. Two hearts meant that they had the ticklings of a one-sided crush on me. Three hearts meant they were completely in love with me. The skill informed me that someone would never have four or five hearts unless they were in an established relationship with me, and four hearts meant exactly that; they were in love, and they believed their love was being returned satisfactorily. Finally, five hearts meant they were utterly loyal and devoted, and the skill made clear this was something to be proud of.

Although the outline of all five hearts displayed above each person’s head, only the ones completely opaque with pink coloring mattered. The other thing that the scope showed me was something much more interesting. When using the skill, the entire world around me faded into shades of a single dull blue color. The only colors that truly stood out were the pinks of the hearts floating above people’s heads, and a pink coloration around certain parts of people’s bodies.

These zones were important, because the opaquer the pink coloring that was overlayed on that part of their body, the more erogenous that zone was for the individual. For instance, my dearest friend Tsuki, who had three full pink hearts above her head currently, had a very strong concentration of pink coloring over her breasts and lips that was so solid I couldn’t see what was under the color at all. Her nipples were almost red in color. This tracked with past experience with the girl, since she seemed to enjoy when I played with her breasts, but also seemed to enjoy kissing. I noted with some interest that her hands were also faintly pink, and while the spot at her groin obviously had pink coloring, it wasn’t as opaque as her nipples or lips. Of course, being such a wholesome bean that she was meant none of this especially surprised me.

The skill’s description warned me, however, that just because the individual enjoyed being touched in the pink zones, it did not mean they would allow me to touch them there, that typically had more to do with how many hearts they had. For example, one other girl in the class also had pink coloring all over her breasts, but I hadn’t even spoken to her yet, so even though I knew she liked being touched there, she still might not consent to being touched.

The final useful tool that the scope provided was a little black box that appeared near someone when I was looking directly at them. This box had warnings about individuals, things I should absolutely not do if I wanted to remain on friendly terms. Tsuki had no such warnings, which meant the only dangers were obvious ones like trying to harm her or actively betray her. These weren’t things I planned to do anyway. There was a certain comfort in knowing that anything that I could think to do would not cause any permanent damage to our relationship, that she trusted and loved me that much by now.

Our teacher, Professor Morgana, on the other hand had the simple but effective warning not to interrupt her lectures. Something I already knew. She had no filled hearts whatsoever with me, which wasn’t all that surprising since we never interacted, but her erogenous zones were apparently her mouth, her feet, and her ass-cheeks.

So, for the remainder of the fourth period, I simply played around with my scope to observe all of my classmates, finding very useful information about them. I noted with interest that I couldn’t get any kind of readings on Yami whatsoever, I would have to ask her about that later.

Before long, the bell rang, finally signaling the end of the school day.

“Shall we return to your quarters?” Yami asked as I began putting my things way into my backpack.

“Go on ahead, I think Tsuki is going to want to chat for a bit.”

“Understood.” She then got up and diligently wandered away, leaving me alone to watch the students slowly file out of the classroom, Professor Morgana being one of the first to go.

The other students were still hanging out and chatting among themselves. Tsuki herself seemed to be chatting with a few other classmates, so I waited until she was ready. Going to her now might overwhelm her more than she already seemed to be. Perhaps one day when she was more comfortable around me, I could save her from situations like these.

Until then, I was content to wait patiently. I listened to, but did not really consciously absorb, all of the gossip around me. The only times my ears would perk was when I heard whispered and murmured mentions of my own name. Someone was talking about the scene in the locker room and in the gym. Another was seemingly talking about my antics in the cafeteria. It was satisfying to know that my exploits were being talked about at all, more so to know they were being talked about in positive tones.

Eventually, the other students poured out of the classroom, and Tsuki’s friends went with them. Now freed from those who swarmed her, she made her way to me smiling and blushing.

“Hey,” I said with a little wave.

“Were you waiting for me?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said, standing up and putting on my backpack, “You spent like, an hour yesterday waiting for me. Besides, I enjoy your company.” Then I leaned forward and placed a deep kiss on her lips.

I heard a few sharp gasps from the few students still lingering in the class, but neither I nor Tsuki seemed to be discouraged. She happily wormed her tongue into my mouth and began a delicate and playful dance with mine. She immediately embraced me tight to herself, making her enthusiasm more than evident, and mashing her breasts against my chest in exquisite softness.

“Look at you two lovebirds,” someone beside us suddenly said. We parted lips to look at the newcomer, I was pretty sure her name was Gemma. “Are you two bound, then?” she asked.

I blinked and furrowed my brows, “Bound? I’m not sure what you mean.”

Gemma had a look on her face that told me she forgot I came from a different world; it was an expression I saw a lot. “Oh, like, are you two going out?”

Now the term made sense to me. The word bound was a stand-in for couple since their culture wasn’t predominantly monogamous. I glanced briefly at Tsuki, but she burned red as a tomato. I supposed the answer was up to me. I frankly couldn’t remember if we made any official declarations between ourselves during our last encounter, but also decided it didn’t much matter. The answer was obvious, to me at least.

“Then yes, we are.” I said, grinning.

“Aw that’s so cute!” Gemma replied with a happy and triumphant look on her face, “I always knew you two would end up bound at some point, you make such a cute pair!” She giggled.

It was very validating to have someone’s approval for our relationship, and I turned my grin to Tsuki who smiled back in spite of her shyness.

“Well, I won’t keep you, just thought I’d come and see if you two finally made it official,” Gemma waved as she turned around and walked out the door.

Tsuki looked at me almost immediately, “You were telling the truth? You really want me as a girlfriend?” The emphasis she put on the word “me” in her question actually stung a little. It spoke to some level of insecurity within her.

“Absolutely,” I replied. “Now, I believe we have a date.”

Her blush deepened and her gaze shifted, “T-that’s true. Are we heading to your dorm?”

“Unless you have a better idea,” I shrugged.

“Actually,” her gaze shifted again, and she hesitated.

“Go ahead, I’m down for anything.”

Finally, she made eye contact. “I come from the land of Juhiro in Halphor, and we have a certain tradition for first dates or as a means of commemorating a close friendship.”