Not until after two big, pillowy distractions.

Our route had taken Sophie and I to the back of the main campus building towards the library, the two of us happily chatting as we walked. We were just passing by the library entrance when a loud shout stopped me short.

“Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaspeeeeeeeeeer!!!”

Wheeling around, I wildly looked for the source of the joyful shout with no small amount of alarm. Catching sight of a blur of pale blue from the corner of my eye, I spun, only to let out an ‘oof’ as something small and soft collided with and glommed onto me, causing me to stagger.

Struck with a sudden and unexpected weight, I vainly attempted to fight gravity, a valiant but ultimately doomed attempt to stay upright that naturally ended with me going ass over teakettle. Letting out a startled yelp, I fell onto my back, the pale blue torpedo coming down on top of me.

Letting out a soft groan from the floor, I mentally patted myself down, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Blinking owlishly, I picked my head off the floor, determined to discover the source of the warm, soft weight perched atop my chest that was doing an admirable job of distracting me from the pain of falling on my ass. This brought me face to face with the source.

Ice-blue eyes stared back at me from a cherubic face framed by long, pale blue hair. I felt more than heard the soft inhalation of indrawn breath, the delightfully pillowy sensation of two prodigious breasts resting up against me only growing more noticeable as the young woman’s chest rose and fell in time with her slow, steady breathing.

Those ice-blue eyes flicked downwards towards my lips, a movement I couldn’t help but copy. My breathing hitched, suddenly very aware of the plump, kissable lips less than an inch away from my own. Her lips twitched, the corner of her mouth rising ever so slightly as her eyes rose back to meet mine. Swallowing nervously, I triggered Analyse.

Analyse Successful!

Annie Whitethorne.

Level 7, Student.

Flatmate of the Protagonist.

“Hi Casper.” My other new flatmate said, the slightest twinge of an Irish accent audible in her melodious voice. She gave me an innocent smile, only slightly betrayed by the clear amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Annie, ya damned klutz! What have I told you about tackling him every morning? One of these days, you’re going to crush him under those melons!” Sophie grumbled, stomping over to stand above us, her hands on her hips. Annie pouted, sitting up and crossing her arms over her ample bust as she turned to look at Sophie.

“I just wanted to give him an innocent hello. Not my fault he didn’t catch me. And anyway! Don’t be so mean about my boobs! Jealousy is an ugly emotion, y’know? I bet Casper doesn’t like it.” Annie said, drawing an honest to god harrumph from Sophie, who crossed her arms over her own chest defensively. Both women looked at me back at me as if seeking my input, Sophie, with an expectant and slightly insecure expression, and Annie with a mischievous and highly satisfied smile.

I had only been partially tuned into the conversation, trying my best not to let my body react to the busty girl straddling my hips, not helped in the least by the fact that she’d been gently grinding her mound against my slowly hardening length through my trousers ever since she sat upright, her movements so subtle I doubt anyone else had noticed.

“First, both of you have really nice boobs, so please stop sniping at each other,” I said distractedly, both girls sharing a surprised look and mild blush, Annie’s teasing movements stopping entirely. I blinked in surprise and shot Annie a confused look, my cofusion only growing as she looks away shyly. ‘She’s been grinding against me this whole time. Why is she getting bashful now?’ Chalking it up to a mystery of the fairer sex, I shrugged.

“Second, please get off me. People will start staring and might get the wrong idea.” I said, lightly slapping her on the bum (which jiggled pleasantly) to get my point across.

Annie ‘eep’ed and hopped to her feet, cheeks turning pink as she rubbed her ass and gave me a surprised look. ‘One of those that can dish it out but can’t take it, huh? Noted.’ Smiling at the girls when Sophie offered me a helping hand up and Annie quickly copied, I accepted their help and returned to my feet.

The three of us chatted away about little things as we walked together, finally making it into the lecture hall. I claimed a seat in one of the middle rows, smiling warmly at the girls as they claimed a seat on either side of me.

With nothing better to do and mana regen going to waste, I began to ping off the occasional Analyse in the hopes of training the skill, starting with the beautiful Miss Wittersham, a leggy and incredibly attractive blonde in her mid-thirties who taught most of my lectures.

Analyse Successful!

Cameron Wittersham.

Level 4, teacher.

Teacher of the protagonist.

‘Cameron, Huh? It suits her.’ Taking a moment to appreciate the sway of her ass as she wrote on the board, I idly wondered if one of my favourite anime tropes would apply, making Miss Wittersham part of the stupid hot but romantically hopeless teacher demographic. I could only hope, as student was very much hot for teacher.

Hijinks between my flatmates and I were kept to a minimum as we sat through a fairly standard introductory lecture, the steady ‘ping’ of successful analysis keeping me entertained. In fact, it only took two more uses of the skill to receive the notice I was waiting for.

Analyse has reached Lvl 2!

Analyse will now reveal how friendly someone is with you on a scale of -200 (they really hate you) to 200 (they really like you). Higher numbers are possible in both directions but require input from powers you are currently unable to access.

Internally cheering, I re-scanned the three people I was currently the most interested in. ‘+37 for Sophie, +23 for Annie, but only a +2 for Cameron? I suppose that’s fair.’

For the rest of the lecture, I sat back and took notes, pinging off an Analyse every time my mana was full as I quietly wondered how I could boost those numbers higher.