Trevor takes a break.

As much as I hate to admit this, it's a relief any moment I can spend on my own. Even when I wake up in the morning, I seem to end up right next to one of these girls. They're relentless. I still can't even tell if they're all doing it on purpose or just Yuki, but... it's getting so difficult to keep it together. But this is my test. All I gotta do is be a man and resist temptation.

With a deep inhale through his nose, he lifts the quilled pen up in his hand and gazes down at the leather-bound journal he has on his desk before him. Thankfully he was able to sneak away for some brief alone time before Dalaworth needs him again. His pen touches down against the pages, and he scratches out some notes for himself, almost as if he's writing a letter back home, though this is his personal diary. He keeps notes of what he's learned, and uses it to organize his thoughts.

Dear journal,

Regardless of my struggles, I've learned a lot so far. Tivera is a strange land compared to what I'm used to, but despite our different ideals, I feel strangely at home. Dalaworth cares a lot for the others who live in her home. There's a lot of love here. That being said, I didn't expect so many other people when I was first on my journey. This isn't just a professional alchemist with a couple students. It's like a whole family. They're definitely difficult to handle, but giving up isn't an option. They surely mean well. The best thing I can do for now is take careful notes about all of them.

The first girl I met was Vika, a sunheart. Naturally she has darker skin and red eyes, but she definitely trains her body because she has the physique of an athlete. Her hair is black and it just barely reaches her shoulder, and she often has a really pretty daisy thread through as well. Her outfit is different than I'm used to in Varat. Maybe it's the warmer climate, but her top is very small. It's a thin, dark blue strap around her chest that buckles in the front with a golden ring. I get nervous whenever I see her move around in it, because I can barely understand how they're staying in there... Anyway, her shorts are small as well, and she wears sandals. Besides how distracting she might appear, she also makes me think of a tropical beach, and that puts me at ease. She's quite the fighter though. She can easily overpower me.

It's difficult to do Krystal Dalaworth justice. Not only is she incredibly intelligent, but she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I hate to say this about my new teacher, but I can barely speak around her, especially with the clothes she tends to wear, or lack-there-of. Her hair is thick and red, and it flows down past her shoulders, while her eyes are a gorgeous, deep shade of blue. When I first met her, I shamefully saw her in nothing but undergarments, and I still can't get the image of her perfect figure out of my mind. I'm really sorry, Dalaworth! Since then, she's wore a few different outfits, but I've most often seen her in a big white coat over a beige shirt, a black skirt, and heels. I hope I can continue to learn her trade, because I know she has a lot to teach me. I just need to stop getting distracted.

Next is Sabri the catfolk. She's short, but she's just as curvy regardless. Wait, why did I write that? Oh I hope nobody sees this. Sorry. Well, she has purple hair that only reaches her neck, and I've always seen her looking like she just woke up, with a messy do, and a wardrobe of such outfits as... just a nightgown, or just a shirt... She's very affectionate too. I've woken up to her cuddled up in my bed, and she doesn't get embarrassed at all. I don't think it even comes to mind for her. Though after that incident in Dalaworth's lab where I completely humiliated myself, I just have no idea. Is that sort of behaviour just really normal in Tivera?! Oh Lasis help me.

Yukiko is an actual kitsune, which I've only heard stories about! She has vibrant golden hair that flows down past her shoulders, and like Dalaworth, her eyes are deep blue. To match that, the kimono I've seen her often wear is blue as well, and decorated with white trim and tiny pictures of flowers. I'm no expert, but I don't think she wears it right though. Often it's slipped down one of her shoulders, or both, which is very distracting. Her nine tails look really fluffy too. Out of everyone, I'm the most anxious of her. It seems like she's turned my situation into a game, so she teases me on purpose, and makes it even more difficult to accomplish my goal of being a gentleman. I need to be careful, or she might break me. Yuki, you're very kind, but please! I can only take so much!

Rava is unique too. I've seen a devil or two in the past, but I've always been nervous around them. The Church often warned us of creatures such as those, although I know demons are much worse. I can't believe how bright red her skin is, and she's warm to the touch which is very interesting. I knew they had tails, and the tails make sense, but what Yuki told me was shocking. Apparently her tail is really sensitive? She has really short black hair that barely reaches her neck, her eyes are golden, but over them is a pair of large, round glasses. She's as short as Sabri too. So far, she seems to dress in what looks like a fancy school uniform. A white shirt with short sleeves under a black vest that buttons up, and then a yellow plaid skirt with black stockings that reach up to her thighs. Even her shoes look nicer than mine. Though she's definitely no confident noblewoman. Honestly, it's kind of a relief to be staying with someone who's timid. It's cute... I mean, in a platonic way!

Trevor sighs. As he finishes up writing the entry, he hears a knock on his bedroom door. He carefully places his pen down upon the desk, turns his head, and responds. "Who is it?" he asks. "You can come in. It's unlocked."

The door creaks open. On the other side is Yuki the kitsune, and she has one hand up which holds a silver plate. "I brought you something to eat for lunch," she says. She stands there at his doorway, looking as lovely as ever, and much to his surprise, her kimono is actually worn properly. It hardly teases her cleavage at all, though that doesn't conceal her natural beauty.

After all the teasing, even after the previous day's release, he can't help but stare for a moment. What am I doing? She's not even wearing something lecherous! Focus, Trevor. You can't get worse. You need to get better.

She gives the door a bump closed with her butt. "Are you doing all right, cutie?" she says with a giggle. "Don't mind me. You can return to your work. I'll place it down and be on my way. Staring is rude anyway, isn't it?"

"Y-Yeah!" He nods and focuses his eyes back on the pages of his journal. As embarrassing as that was, I guess I'll take solace in Yuki telling me to look away, instead of encouraging me to look even closer.

There's a surprisingly long pause after that, but he hardly even notices. He's much to distracted by his attempt at calming down. As he focuses his thoughts and tries to clear his mind of impurities, the slow tap of Yuki's feet nears behind him. She bends forward--her hair tickling against his cheek as her face as their cheeks nearly brush together. She reaches forward to place the delicious looking sandwich, already cut in half, down beside his book.

"Ooh, what are you writing about~?" she whispers.

"Oh, nothing!" Quickly, he slams it closed. "Thanks so much, Yuki. I--"

Though as he turns his head to see her once again, and she takes a step backwards, he nearly jumps in place at the shock and confusion of what he sees. Somehow during his time turned away, her outfit has completely changed. There's hardly a thing covering up her body. It's only a white cooking apron with the words, "Kiss the Chef" written in pink cursive that tightly binds around her torso, hanging just low enough to conceal the rest. Trevor is met with the fox's coy, cunning gaze, and a devious smirk. Like an expert, she leans forward just enough to give him more of a cleavage tease, and looks absolutely thrilled by the fact that he's been mesmerized.

"Sorry, Trevor," she speaks softly. "Is that sandwich not enough? Is there something else... you'd like to... eat~?"

The boy clenches up in panic. Almost immediately, his member springs to life in his trousers, and he moves his hands down over his lap to cover his shame. He stares for longer than he'd care to admit before turning away straight back to his closed journal. "No, I'm good!"

Oh man. All that teasing from my lesson earlier, and everything else. It all comes flooding back so fast. As much as I hate to admit it, but that one uh... lack of resistance... I had the other day did help at the time, but I feel like it's actually made it worse in the long run. Now my body knows how it feels to be in a situation like that!