Right! Moving on! NOT THINKING ABOUT THIS ANYMORE!

Despite how flustered you are, you manage to make it to your next class on time. Said next class also provides you with a distraction from that fluster as the Professor enters the room. For the one teaching a class about golem making is, in fact, a golem themselves! A chalk-based golem, if their glossy white texture and the visible trail of white dust that follows behind each heavy step of their flat feet, is any indication. Also, he can draw diagrams on the front chalk board with his fingertips.

Professor Emeth, as you quickly learn, cannot talk but does have the ability to project magical word balloons in front of him (he identifies as male despite his gender-less appearance). The upside to this means this class is going to be mostly practical, since long lectures are going to be impossible for everyone to follow at the same rate in that format. The downside is that... it is going to be mostly practical, so you are going to have to learn FAST to keep up with everyone else that already has basic magical know how down.

Fortunately, the first day is just on how to mold and mark the clay you have been given into the body of what will be your first mini golem, which is about the size of one of your little brother's robot model kits, once you start on the mobility infusing spells in the next class. Maybe you could ask Artie if he would be willing to give you some pointers later back at the House.

Or perhaps not, because once class ends you suddenly find someone new standing over your desk. It's the fourth student you noticed at the opening ceremonies after Parisa, Victor, and Artie. The one with the pink hair in a long, braided pony tail, golden eyes, and a lean frame covered in the top half of a male student uniform and the bottom half of a female one.

The clothes are not the only thing that make it difficult to discern their gender. Their face has an androgynous quality to it, and chest is flat in a way that reads as "man" to you despite their hips being rounded and swayed in a way that reads as "woman". They lean over, not QUITE breaching the personal space line but certainly getting right up to the edge of it as they stare at you with interest. "Hi!" they say in a voice that is high-pitched but could still belong to a man or woman, "You're that girl who made the crown grow new branches!"

"... Yeah, I guess I am?"

"Cool! You're a cutie!"

You find yourself sputtering in response, your cheeks flushing a little at the blunt compliment. It feels like this person skipped about several different steps in the conversational process and your brain needs a moment to figure out which missing parts to address first. Names! Names are a good place to start!

"I'm sorry," you say once your mouth is working normally again, "You are...?"

"Oh, you can call me Al," they reply with a cheeky smirk, "Y'know, short for 'Alexander' or 'Alexis'."

Your mouth may be working normally, but your brain is still off-kilter. Thus you are unable to stop yourself from blurting out, "Why did you say both?!"

"Have you joined an after class club yet?"

A baffled stare is all you are capable of as Al has swerved around your question by leaping past more critical steps of this conversation. However, before you can make a second attempt to wrangle things back on course, Al hands you what looks like a business card. "I got a feeling you'd fit in ours, cutie. Hope to see you there!"

With their invitation delivered, Al turns and leaves as quickly as they approached you, their pink ponytail swishing behind them as they leave you there.

What...?

You...?

You have so many questions!!!

And it looks like none of your fellow classmates are going to be giving you any answers, as everyone else has filed out (including Artie, disappointingly enough). You look down at the card, which reads "Sub Dueling Club: Meeting After Dinner Hours" in plain black letters and, when you flip it over, the other side has directions to... somewhere on the school grounds you are not familiar with yet. Strangely enough, the directions start from where you currently are.

You pocket the card, not sure if you want to go but, you have to admit, the strange pitch you were given has gotten you at least a little curious about what the hell Al was trying to sell you. Later. You will think about this later. Right now, you have a little bit of a break between classes so you are going back to your room to switch out your books and process the day so far.

The trip back is uneventful as you re-enter Pegasus House. Still no sign of Artie, Parisa, or anyone else you are familiar with as you make your trek back to your room. You do not know if you want your roommate there to talk to or if you could actually use some quiet time for yourself as you open the door.

"GLUCK! GLURK! GLUHG!"

The noise is coming from Parisa, who is in the room. On her knees and topless. With her bare back to the door while her head bobs up and down on the cock she is currently deep throating with an incredible, almost frantic amount of enthusiasm.

Victor's cock.

His hands have a solid grip on Parisa's hair, pants around his ankles as he firmly thrusts his hips in time with Parisa's blowjob, his balls slapping against her chin with each inward motion. You cannot see his dick due to Parisa's head being in the way, but the gurgling noises she makes gives you the impression it must be a fairly thick one. "Told you that you'd be a natural at this," he practically purrs.

He looks up at that moment and spots you standing there. You cringe, expecting him to yell or be angry or embarrassed at interrupting a clearly intimate moment. However, he instead gives you a sly smile and a raised eyebrow while still continuing to face fuck your oblivious roommate. Somehow, you get the feeling he is silently asking you, "Do you mind closing the door?"

Of course, that raises the question of where he wants you to close the door from.