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Chapter 2 by GyldenGlor GyldenGlor

What's next?

Your first day

You kick the car door shut with a grunt of effort, balancing your belongings and yourself in a precarious game of Jenga.

You resist the urge to scratch at the point of injection for the finalized vaccine - a few minor tweaks were made to account for increased susceptibility to the pheromone due to sexual arousal from an external source, which is pretty much inevitable at the academy.

Gravel crunches underfoot as you make your way up the path. You walk past a beautiful array of flowers, and cast your face towards your feet as you walk past a futa receiving an energetic blowjob from a young man with his eyes glazed over - a clear indicator of pheromone exposure.

You don't feel bad for him though - the sexual relief here has to go through an extensive interview process, meaning that they have to actually want to do this. Plus, it's part time - they still have a life outside of this.

You work hard to ignore the blatant sexuality, and just make your way through the winding path up to the main quad. This time you're a bit more confident in your navigation, but you still have to consult a handy map in the quad (which is beautiful by the way) to find your way to the faculty housing.

You try to walk as quickly as you can, as you can feel the eyes of all the students boring into you. There must be rules against any kind of sexual actions in the quad here, because, quite thankfully, you're left untouched.

When you finally make it to the building, you're sweating bullets and as red as a rose. Why do these girls have to wear such tight clothes? And why do they have to stretch so often?

You balance your shit in one hand as you pull open the door, and clumsily pull yourself into the building so you don't drop it everywhere. For all the futas staring at you, you'd think at least one of them would offer to help.

You approach the security guard, and you're met with an icy stare. “Excuse me, sir, I'm afraid you don't have access to this building.”

You furrow your brow in slight irritation. Shouldn't she know that you're here as faculty? “Uh, my name is Simon Niles, I'm the new faculty member.”

She studies you for a moment before requesting photo ID. She checks it against something on her computer, and then hands back the ID. “Right - it checks out. Someone will be down in a few minutes to bring you up to your room - take a seat for now, please.”

You nod and turn around, and hear a distinct shutter noise as you're walking away. You glance over your shoulder, and see the guard pouring over her phone. Yeesh, even the security here is made up of hound dogs…

You sit down with your stuff next to me, and dig out your Switch.

Fucking love this thing.

...

Shit, it's dead. Fucking hate this thing.

Fortunately, by the time you're done putting it away, a futa in business attire enters through a door by the security desk. You stand up to greet her.

“You must be Simon - come with me, I'll show you where you'll be staying. My name is Julianne.”

You exchange greetings and shake hands, and you quickly follow her through the same door she came from. You wave to the security guard, and thank her for her assistance - as minimal as it was.

As you walk, you're struck by the architecture - it's magnificent. It's an old-world design with a modern flair - tiled floors and beautiful walls, with a large chandelier in the center of the main foyer.

There are places for faculty to relax and work, some of which are occupied. There's a sign posted on one of the walls instructing the occupants to abstain from sexual behavior in this room - the upholstery must be damn expensive.

She presses the button for the elevator (which was already lit up), and you look around at the opulent room, avoiding eye contact with the futas watching you, especially the ones that are waiting for the elevator as well. “This is beautiful,” you marvel.

“It used to be an old hotel,” Julianne explains. “We renovated it, obviously - put a door between here and the entrance for security, stuff like that. In fact, the student dorms are the same way - but it's usually a bit… Messier.”

You blush at the connotation, even though she probably just means trash, but… Still. Can't get the image of cum soaked furniture out of your head, now.

The elevator arrives with a ding, and you cringe inwardly as you see how small it is. Julianne and yourself get in, as do the five other futas that were waiting for the elevator.

What happens in the elevator?

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