Absentmindedly putting on the rest of your clothes, you continue musing. How strange this past twenty minutes or so has been. In a way, you still feel ragingly horny. On the other hand, the whole thing feels so surreal you feel the need to distance yourself from it.
You leave the classroom, ignoring the confused stares from Diana and the girls. As you aimlessly wander the halls of the school, you think to yourself, "Is this school even real? There's nothing that real about it. No details that set it apart from any other school. It could be a television set used for a high-school based tv show. Heck, it could be a comic book."
Remembering something you read about how to tell if you're dreaming or not, you walk over to a light switch and flick it up and down a couple times. Sure enough, the hall lights turn off and on. But it still seems...generic.
You think back to the girls touching your cock, and your cock twitches happily. But even that...even that...what was wrong with the picture? For one thing, it was a little strange how fascinated they all were. I mean, this is high school! How many students are that into their course material.
And for another thing, why were they so into pleasuring you? I mean, that was nice and all, but, is this a school for horny succubi or for young women?
Finally, more pressing, as you thought back to the girls, you couldn't remember any of these details that make a person human. Much like the school, in its cartoon-like simplicity, the girls were just...girls.
They were all sexy, in different ways. Red hair, blonde hair, big boobs, little boobs. But, you don't remember any moles, any acne. None of them had bad breath, none of them seemed distracted with worries from home, no one was having a bad day, no one seemed nervous around you beyond Sophia's cute-but-horny shyness. And you were a strange man, naked in their classroom. They should have been cautious at the very least.
What the heck? What in the name of reason was going on here?
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