Sorry

Tricia remained unfazed. Moira walked over to where Tricia was, and looked at the pristine floor.

“Won’t it be cold?”

“Not if you’re on top.”

Moira gulped audibly.

This is a new side to her. Never have I seen her show such vulnerability. The Golden Rose needs to reevaluate the sexual education given to their Wardens. It is clearly insufficient. Lower limiters to allow slight pleasure.

Tricia laid on the floor. Her suit didn’t let any of the cold hit her actual skin. She looked at Moira expectantly.

“Well?”

“Aren’t you supposed to disrobe as well?”

Tricia raised her arms above her head and a pair of drones took her clothes off. Moira licked her lips nervously.

“Where… What do I do?”

She’s hopeless.

“You can pleasure yourself but you don’t know where to start on another woman?”

“I…”

She lowered herself onto her hands and knees and crawled towards Tricia. She looked at Tricia’s seemingly disinterested eyes.

This isn’t the real Tricia. This is a product of her experiments. The real Tricia is somewhere inside there, though. Maybe this act is her real self reaching out for assistance? If that is the case I must do my best to draw her out.

Moira lowered her eyes to Tricia’s snatch, then leaned in close.

John stood naked in his living room, feeling refreshed. He had dismissed Calista, she had insisted on sleeping away from the “immense temptation” that John’s mana was to her.

What now? I guess I should unpack. Then, I still have that skill leveling quest. But I think the most important thing would be to get a better understanding of Firesmith. What that girl said… Did she tell me her name? I don’t think so… I don’t think I observed her either. Come to think of it, I haven’t been observing any of my classmates. When did I stop observing things? I feel like Sera can answer all of these questions.

“Sera?”

Nothing. John frowned.

“Sera, I could use some answers.”

Still nothing.

“Are you just angry with me because you can’t call me an idiot for once?”

Nothing.

“Fine. I’ll just figure out how to use Developer Message. Maybe She’ll have something to say about you shirking your guardian duties.”

“Idiot.”

John whirled around, a grin on his face. She was leaning against the sofa, her hair damp and her torso wrapped in a towel.

“So that’s what it takes to get your attention? Threaten you with snitching to your boss?”

“No, you had my attention the first time you called. I was just in the shower.”

John shrugged, his dick trying to get hard but failing after the massive fuck he just had.

“How was I supposed to know?”

“How about thinking that if I don’t come to your side immediately, I must have a good reason?”

John crossed his arms over his chest.

“Whatever. Fine. I just need answers. How does-”

“You might want to sit down for this. It’s pretty complicated and your idiot brain might shut down from information overload.”

John raised an eyebrow and sat.

This should be good.

She walked around the couch and stood where John had just been standing, her expression one of **** boredom.

“Firesmith is a school unlike most others. It is owned by one family, the Ankovs. Natalya Ankov is the Headmistress, and the only administrator. There are no other deans. She runs it all. She makes all the decisions. She-”

“I get it. She’s in charge. Please, move on.”

Sera looked at John with fierce annoyance.

“Anyway, right below her are the quadruplets. They’re only teachers, but they are her most trusted advisors and they keep an eye on the entire school for her. They provide other more essential services to the school, but I can’t tell you exactly what without going on a half-hour long tangent. So, I won’t. Don’t bother asking… No, it’s not sexual services you perv. You’re such an idiot. Whatever. Moving on. Below them are the rest of the teaching staff. They have no say in anything except what they teach the students and how they teach it. Nothing much else to say about it. Unless you want to know about clubs. Of course you do.

“Each club needs a professor to sponsor it. The sponsors are responsible for the students’ behavior at school after school hours. Most guide activities, but some just let the students lead themselves. There. That’s it for professors. Below them are the students, which is obviously the only thing you were actually interested in but knowing about the professors and the headmistress is good for you.

“The students of Firesmith are fiercely divided. By year, by ability, by beliefs, by interests, no one wants to mix. There are eight gangs total, and there always are 8 gangs total. There always have been, from the beginning when Firesmith was first founded in Springfield. The gangs are a construct of the administration meant to foster violent competition in an effort to increase the need to learn combat skills.

“The gangs you know now aren’t the ones that existed in the beginning, though. They cycle out every eight to ten years or so. This, as you can guess, is because all the members graduate. Every time the old gangs start to get smaller, a squabble of new gangs pop up and try to establish themselves. No one has died in the gang **** in over a century, because Firesmith values its students nearly as much as the education it gives them… which is a lot.

“You have the unfortunate luck of attending Firesmith right near the end of the Mancer era. The Pyromancers, Aquamancers, Terramancers, and Ventumancers are basically gone. All that’s left of them are first and second year wannabes. The gang wars are going to flare up any time now. Actually, they would have started up by now if it weren’t for you and your tendency to strip your opponents mid-battle.

“The Mages era is on the rise, and for the first time in the history of Firesmith’s gang wars there are only four gangs coalescing to replace the old ones. Most of the professors are trying to be optimistic and saying that maybe the students are finally realizing that gang society isn’t a healthy society, but there are some that think something is up. I can’t tell you what’s really going on without endangering you, so I won’t.”

Moira had, at Tricia’s insistence, changed her position so that Tricia could reach her pussy. Now she timidly lapped at Tricia’s netherlips, too focused on not moaning too loud. Tricia attacked Moira’s most sensitive spots mercilessly: suckling, probing, and lapping with wild abandon. She teased Moira’s clit, eliciting wriggles of joy and whimpers of pleasure. As time passed, Moira began to loosen up. She delved deeper into Tricia’s honeypot, finally eliciting a response from her. Tricia’s moans were cute, quiet mewls and contended sighs. Moira’s muffled moans reverberated into her, heightening the sensations. Moira began to focus her ministrations on Tricia’s clit, striking a fury of blows with her tongue. Tricia screamed and squirted onto Moira’s face, cumming hard for the first time in weeks.

“By the La-mff!”

Tricia’s thighs clenched on Moira’s head, bringing her face back to Tricia’s pussy. Moira’s squirming merely fueled Tricia’s orgasm. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she bit her lip, whimpering. When she had recovered a bit from her orgasm, Tricia reached up with her right hand and slid a finger into Moira’s tight virgin pussy. It clenched around the digit as she explored Moira’s depths. Her advanced knowledge of biology allowed her to find the G-spot easily, and tease it to the point of driving Moira to orgasm as well. Tricia let go of Moira’s face as a torrent of blessings aimed at The Lady escaped the paladin’s mouth.

“Moving on to more specifics, most students will not want to affiliate with you. The gangs had an unforeseen side effect on the mindset of the students at Firesmith: a fear of individuals with power. You, because of the unlimited potential of your powers, have the potential of becoming the single most powerful being other than the World Spirit herself. Because your classmates don’t know this, the proficiency you do show is startling and they don’t understand. Unfortunately for you, they respond to things they don’t understand with **** rather than curiosity.

“You’ve experienced this firsthand, of course, but it gets worse. Ambushes in the halls, invasions of your classrooms, attacking your home. I did my best to prevent all of that. By signing up for a full schedule, you eliminate the opportunity of walking through the halls and therefore getting ambushed. By moving into a dorm, you eliminate the possibility of being attacked at home. Firesmith dorms are safe zones, offensive magic doesn’t work inside of them. Up to a certain level, of course. Invasions of your classrooms are only unpreventable. They’re risky and rare anyway, so I wouldn’t worry about them just yet.”

She paused, narrowing her eyes at John.

“Have you eaten today?”

John was startled by the sudden change in topic.

“Yeah, yeah. This morning. Breakfast.”

“No lunch? No dinner? A snack?”

“Nothing since this morning, no.”

“Idiot! Go eat something! Why’d the Developer give you a stamina bar if she knew you wouldn’t pay attention to it!”

John scrambled to the kitchen, checking his stamina bar. It was currently at 70 points, but was slowly ticking down at about a point every few minutes.

“Couldn’t I sleep to get more stamina?”

She groaned.

“You could but the stamina gained from it would degenerate faster than normal, because it’s not what you needed. You also run the risk of gaining the malnourished debuff.”

John nodded, noting it for later, then threw open the pantry. It was empty. He started to open all the cabinets. All empty.

I didn’t bring any food.

“You absolute IDIOT.”

John rolled his eyes.

“I’ll just go around the building and ask if anyone has any food.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming.”

She mumbled a few more things under her breath as John walked to his room to take some clothes out of his bags. He emerged dressed in a pair of jeans and a burgundy t-shirt. He pocketed the key to his apartment and walked out the door, Sera now fully(barely) clothed in a jean miniskirt and black tank top.