Lesson time.

After giving his body a moment to rest, he proceeds out of his room and down to the main floor. He almost immediately runs into the lovely Dalaworth awaiting his arrival. She's wearing a different outfit this time. He isn't sure why he's surprised a wealthy, beautiful woman has more than one thing to wear, but he had only seen her lab coat before, and... some tantalizing underwear. This time, she's garbed in a short black dress that ends at her thighs and matching high heels. The sleeves of short but the cut down from the collar is long. The window stretches almost down to her belly button, revealing an ample amount of inner cleavage between her large, firm breasts, and there's definitely no bra to contain them. Though around her neck is a tie which drapes down right between them. It's a strange mixture of formal and erotic and he can't help himself but stare for a moment.

Her red hair contrasts so beautifully with her outfit... I can't look away. This isn't fair. I think I might have had better self-control before I came here. I feel like I'm being broken down piece by piece. I can't think like that though! I can't get Dalaworth down, or anyone else. But her legs are so long. When she moves, her breasts jiggle around, like they're going to slip right out of her dress. The way the tie is sandwiched...

"... Cum," Dalaworth whispers.

His body tenses up. "Wh-What?" he asks.

"I said come," she repeats. "It's time for another lesson. You slept in."

He shakes his head, trying to return to his senses. "Sorry. Sabri wouldn't let me go."

She chuckles. "I had a feeling. I saw her wearing a shirt I didn't think was hers." She turns on her heel and proceeds towards the kitchen. "Come then."

"Of course. Anything you wish, Dalaworth."

"Such a gentleman."

She leads him to the dining room table. There she proceeds to sit down at the opposite end, and in the center is a pile of books. Next to them is a bowl of fruit. She beckons a hand down for him to sit, and he does as he's instructed. Fortunately, the stack of hard-cover tomes actually blocks most of her body. It makes it easier for him to focus.

"I'm ready to learn," he says.

"Wonderful. Feel free to help yourself to something to eat. I have apples here, a banana, some pears... Here is the true nature of alchemy. While it's fun to mix and experiment, much of the profession is reading. Thousands of words. Memorization. Though you surely know that already."

He nods. "Yes, Dalaworth. This I can do. I enjoy reading."

"Take the book off the top and listen closely..."

Everything begins in a rather typical manner. She clearly knows her craft. They discuss local ingredients, why it is that certain reactions happen in certain conditions, and more. He munches on a couple pieces of fruit as they continue.

Though eventually, she pushes the stack of books to the side and pulls out a quilled pen and some paper. She leans forward and pushes them towards him, giving him a nice view of her dress' deep collar. "It's time to test how well you've been paying attention. How about a little quiz? I wrote some questions down and I'd like you to answer them to the best of your ability."

"R-Right. I can do that."

She withdraws a small hourglass and places it down on the table beside her. "You have five minutes to finish this quiz, but please try not to stress. You aren't truly in a school right now. But you can pretend if you'd like."

"Do I have to do it in front of you?" he asks.

"If you can't eliminate distractions around you, then you'll never improve. Take me for example. Yesterday when everything was happening, I was still committed to my work. Do you think you could have done the same?"

"No. Definitely not."

"Then you must learn." She lifts the hourglass and flips it upside down. "Go."

"Ah! Okay." He fumbles for the pen and begins.

Don't panic. These questions don't seem to hard and I really was paying attention. Question one. The jinsiun root is a rare plant that grows around the Oraang Desert. It has potent juices that make for an expensive aphrodisiac, but its chemical makeup lends itself to further investigation due to how it bonds with other materials abnormally well. That means it could...

His eyes shift up at the sort of Dalaworth shifting in her seat for a moment. While she didn't do anything but move, his eyes catch her cleavage, distracting him for a moment. He forces his eyes back to the paper and takes a sharp breath.

What other plants are similar to the jinsiun root, and what theories have been presented as to why--

"Mmm~," Dalaworth lets out a moan. She stretches her arms up into the air, and then sighs softly as she brings them back down. She then glances to the hourglass before looking directly at him. "Are you still on the first question?"

Crap! All right. I can do this.

He scribbles down everything he knows and moves immediately onto the next question. There isn't time for an entire thesis. Perhaps she's teaching him about summarization as well. Not everything he personally knows was something they were previously discussing. Now isn't the time to impress the teacher with an essay of words. He needs to be quicker than that.

After reading nearly through the second question, it happens again. All right. The reason why queen's blossom is--

In Dalaworth's hand is a partially peeled banana. She pulls down the last bit of skin and raises the long, yellow fruit to her lips. She brushes them gently against the tip. Then as her tongue extends out, she sighs softly and drags it around in slow, sensual motions. A drip of saliva rolls down the shaft and to the hanging flaps of peel over her fingers.

His body reacts. He shifts nervously in his seat as the fabric of his pants strains against his growing member.

F-Focus! You need to focus! She's just eating brunch.

The sounds of her mouth cause him to wince as he writes down his answer. Briefly, his eyes flicker up, and he catches her dragging the full width of her tongue up the bottom of the banana all the way to the end, where she then wraps her lips around it and pushes it inside of her. "Mmm," she sighs. Her lips smack as she pulls it back out, and she drags her tongue around to get the creamy fluid formed from the now-sopping wet fruit.

Trevor pushes his legs together and groans quietly. Th-The queen's bosom. I mean blossom! I--

As she opens her mouth, the unswallowed banana juices roll down her lip and her chin. It drops onto her breasts and travels down the tantalizing curves of her cleavage.

He shivers. His breathing quickens. The flower .. It's used in cooking, because it... I can't think. What's wrong with me?

"And time," Dalaworth says. She then bites through the banana flesh and actually consumes the food at last. "May I see what you have?" she asks with food in her cheek.

"I'm so sorry!" he pleads. "I don't know what happened. I just couldn't--"

"Hand me the paper, Trevor."

She takes the test and reads it over as she finishes off her banana. After she licks her lips and places the peel down onto the table, she holds the page up for him to see and taps it with her finger. "You only answered one and a half questions out of four."

Trevor whimpers. "I apologize, Dalaworth. I feel so ashamed."

"Never mind that. You came here to study did you not? As long as you're still willing to learn then I'm still willing to teach. All this test was for is to gauge what I needed to focus on in the future."

"I swear I knew most of the answers..."

"Life isn't about simply knowing information. Your training will be more than just remembering some names and dates." Her eyes move past him and she smiles wide. "Ah! You've returned home at last. I'm so happy to see you again, Rava."

Trevor turns curiously. He watches Dalaworth rise and approach a new girl he's yet to meet, though he knows the name from a day prior. They embrace, and he watches silently as they enjoy their reunion.

Much to his surprise, however, the girl doesn't appear ordinary. Her skin is boldly red and there's a pair of horns sticking up from her head. A tail of flesh extends out from her lower back and ends with a spade. Her hair is short--barely reaching her neck--and it's pitch black. The same goes for the rims of her large, round glasses which rest on the bridge of her nose in front of a pair of striking golden eyes. She's short, and in some ways she reminds him of Sabri, though in most ways she's like nobody he's ever met before.

Devils aren't unheard of to see, though in Varat they're far less common. There is a lot of hatred towards them in many places. They're residents of another realms--one of fire--and some bad apples have spoiled the bunch. Trevor is immediately put on edge, but despite him being a devout believer in Varat, he's far from racist, and if Dalaworth trusts her, devils can't be as bad as he's heard.

She's wearing something similar to what he's seen girls wear in fancy schools. A short-sleeved white top rests beneath a black button-up vest. Beneath that is a yellow plaid miniskirt, black thigh-highs that tightly squeeze her legs, and a nice pair of shoes as well. While the other girls come across as confident in their own ways--even Sabri is bold and forward--Rava comes across as timid and quiet. She winces at the hug between them, and she smiles bashfully as she readjusts her glasses afterwards.

"Trevor, please come say hello," Dalaworth insists. "You don't want to be rude, do you?"

"Never!" He hops up from his seat, but then immediately remembers his uncomfortable situation. Thankfully it's not obvious through his trousers, at least in his opinion, but that doesn't make it less awkward. He bows politely. "My name is Trevor Tanner. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The devil looks him over for a moment and responds softly. "Uhm... Hello. I'm Rava. Dalaworth mentioned you coming."

"That's right. He'll be living with us for awhile," Dalaworth responds. "So please try to get along. Though by the look on your face, I think you already fancy having him around."

"Wh-What?" she replies. "What does that mean?"

"Oh nothing. And our lesson is over for now, Trevor. How about the two of you get to know each other a little bit? I'm going to enjoy more of the heat before autumn truly begins. Don't have too much fun now." She chuckles as she departs.