Despite how eventful lunch was, science class hadn't been anywhere near as exciting. Sure, there were a few interesting points, such as the names of a few species of animals that I couldn't recognize, but other than that it was generic cookie cutter science.

Which was why I was so excited for brewing class, which I'm assuming is for potion making and not alcohol. Though that would be cool too.

Hugging the side of the wall, I passed by classroom one nineteen and stopped as a large group of students surrounded room one twenty. They were whispering amongst themselves, not quite loud enough for anyone to fully understand but enough that I was able to get the gist.

Though who this "Evanora" was and how she exploded the classroom was still lost on me.

The door opened, multicolored smoke escaping the room as a woman with dark brown hair in a large witch hat ran out, covering her mouth and nose as she coughed, her amber eyes squinting. Right after her was an older guy, around his mid forties by the look of it, who just stared at the woman.

The body of students parted, allowing for the guy to stare directly at the girl in clear disapproval. The woman shifted slightly, tugging at the brim of her hat and smiling sheepishly. "Well, at least it did something?"

The man just stared harder, before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. "Next time, don't test your experiments within the class. Do it on your own time, and in your own lab. Do you understand, Bobbit-San?"

She cringed at his tone of voice, but nodded her head swiftly. "Yes sir, Raynaldus-Sensei."

Finally, he stopped staring at her and swept his gaze across the group of students, before landing on me. Beckoning me forward, I made my way through the crowd and stopped right in front of him.

He gave me a once over, sighing once he was done. "You're definitely her brother alright. My name is Raynaldus Jewels, and before you ask, Citrine is my daughter, not my wife. I'm older than I look."

Uh, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say here. Giving him a shrug, I just said the first thing that came to my mind. "You've aged gracefully, Professor."

Raynaldus seemed more tired by my compliment than anything else. "Great, now there are two of them."

Clapping his hands together, he drew the attention of the class and spoke aloud to everyone. "Right! Since someone here has exploded the classroom, why don't you all take a free period and go do whatever it is you kids do these days. Just don't get caught, and I won't say anything. Oh, and just because a room is empty, does it mean you can have sex in it. Do you understand me, Adiel-San?"

I stammered for a moment, ignoring the snickers behind me in favor of actually processing what he said. How bad is Daria's reputation that he had to specify it to me? "Uh, crystal clear? I'll be sure to never use an empty room for sex, I guess?"

The fact that he didn't seem to believe me was rather frustrating.

Still, he didn't ask for anything else and instead focused on the girl from earlier, eyes narrowed as he spoke. "And as for you. For the remainder of the period, you will be assisting Adiel-San with catching up on what we've been learning. Do you understand?"

Her head bobbed before he even finished speaking, clearly eager to get out of this whole situation. "You got it Sensei!"

"Good. Class dismissed!"

Raynaldus returned to his classroom, shutting the door behind him. As soon as the door clicked shut, everyone dispersed and went off in their own directions, save for Bobbit and me. Giving her a quick wave, I decided to just get the introductions over with so that we could get on with the meat and potatoes of everything. "So, Bobbit right? I was hoping that- "

She raised her right hand, stopping me as she took over the conversation. "Bobbit is my last name. My first name is Evanora, and I'd prefer it if you called me that."

Ah, that made more sense actually. Stretching my left hand out, I gave her a smile and tried again. "Right, my apologies. My name is Darius Adiel, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

She grinned, reaching out with her left hand and grasping my own. Her left hand, which was oddly cold and hard. Looking down to where our hands met, my eyes widened as I saw her artificial limb, made of a white plastic.

A laugh shook me out of my surprise, and I looked up to see Evanora chuckling at my confusion. "Ah, that never gets old. Lost my actual arm in a brewing accident, and I've had this thing since I was like twelve. It's not a problem, is it?"

Shaking my head quickly, I gave her hand a good shake before pulling away. "Not at all. It's cool that you've got one that you like. So, does it do anything cool? You know, besides being a hand..."

Her eyes sparkled at that, and she raised up her prosthetic arm and pressed a button on the side. The arm began to vibrate, and she smirked. "This thing is a fan favorite for the ladies and the guys."

Oh. Well then, how honest of her. For a moment I briefly wondered if my powers were acting up again, before dismissing it. So far, people who are affected by me are usually partially aware of it or in a sort of trance. Evanora here was neither.

Collecting my thoughts, I scratched the back of my head and replied. "Wow. The people here sure are openly horny."

Seriously. Outside of Daria, I've already met at least three other women who have alluded to sex or have openly admitted it. Evanora made the third spot. Not to mention how every couple I've passed by today has enough sexual tension that you would need a chainsaw to cut it.

It's not even subtle.

Evanora shut off the vibrating, jerking her head to the side as she beckoned me to follow her. As we walked through the halls, she picked up the conversation. "Yeah, gotta love this country. Though you're not from around here, are you?"

Well, that's a way to put it. "Not at all. Everything's still a bit new to me. How'd you know?"

She gave me a self-satisfied smirk, her arms crossing under her chest. "Well, you've got the typical Plains accent, but you haven't used a single honorific, even when using my name."

Well, she's certainly observant. I've only used her name like twice. "Not bad. So, you from around here?"

Her nose scrunched up, like she just smelt something foul and wanted to run away. "Ugh, unfortunately not. I'm from the west, in the Swamp. Bunch of old-fashioned hicks down there, though they're some great Potioneers there too. Only good thing I got from there is being born a Witch."

I nodded along, pretending I knew exactly what she meant by that. I'm assuming that she means witch in the same way Minecraft does, so potion making.

Tuning back in, I managed to just catch her next question. "So, you excited for your first New Sin?"

I gave her a bewildered look, raising an eyebrow as I questioned her. "I guess? What even is that?"

She smiled, clapping her hands together excitedly as she began to explain it to me. "Right, so basically it's a celebration of the imperfection of humanity and how we should embrace our sins at the beginning of the year so they don't consume us or whatever. That part doesn't matter. What does matter, is the entire festival of debauchery. Traditionally you'd choose one sin and overindulge in it, but nowadays it's just a celebration of all sin. That's why it's called The Festival of The New Sin. Though most just call it New Sin."

Oh wow. That's something alright. "So how does that even work? Is school closed for the day or something?"

Her smirk widened, though this time I felt vaguely naughty looking at her. "Well, that used to be the case. But last year, Lustcraft-Sensei convinced the school board to let her host a New Sin party in the school for all students and staff. It was awesome."

That… doesn't surprise as much as it should. It definitely sounds like something Daria would do. Though I was still curious about the whole thing. "Awesome in what way?"

She closed her eyes, stopping in place as she sighed happily. "Where to start? There was a drinking competition in the cafeteria, a muck bang right next to it, a small black market behind the school, and a gods damn orgy in the gym. Definitely the best New Sin yet."

If I were drinking anything, I surely would have spit it out by now. I mean, it was definitely very inappropriate. Any normal person would be ashamed of them, and certainly rather uncomfortable about it.

And it was oh so very honest. An entire holiday about not holding back your desires and being true to what you feel. It sounded perfect in every way really. What else could anyone ever want besides-

"Yo! You alright over there? You started spacing out on me."

I snapped out of it, blinking as I tried to refocus myself. That was definitely the most apparent "truth episode" I've had yet. Why was that one so much stronger than the others? Hell, even I noticed how strange it was.

Pushing that to the side for now, I waved away Evanora's concern. "Sorry, I'm just… a bit shocked. Not exactly something you're prepared to hear about randomly."

She chuckled quietly, brushing off her uniform's skirt as we continued to walk. "Yeah, I remember how that feels. Anyways, here we are!"

She threw her arms forward, bringing my attention to the library door in front of me. There wasn't anything special about what I could see in the windows, besides bookshelves.

Turning my head to look down to her, I thrusted my thumb towards the door. "Cool, but why are we here?"

Her eyes rolled, and she grasped the handle and threw the door open. "Raynaldus-Sensei told me to make sure you were up to snuff. So, it's time to do some old school studying!"

Oh, right.

I stepped in after her, taking in the smell of old books and even older perfume. The librarian, a woman old enough to have been around when these books were first written, looked up from her desk and winked at me.

This isn't as exciting as I hoped it would be.

Potions were actually kind of boring, in general really. You have to memorize what ingredients you need, how to actually make the potion since some need a cauldron while others can be made with just a brewing stand, and for the cauldron you need to be on it for the entire time. Like Harry Potter but… well nothing. It's just like Harry Potter in how lame it is.

I turned a corner, raising an eyebrow at a long hallway with only a single door at the end. The walls were bare, with only a dull and aging paint on them. Opening the door, I was barraged with the sudden sounds of hammers and fire.

There were a bunch of forges, going back to the sides of the room and taking up all the space this wing could have, though only a few students were actually using them. The others were in the center, where what could loosely be described as a typical classroom was. Tables and chairs all faced a large chalkboard, the only one I've seen all day.

There was a small wall by the door, which led to even more forges and tables behind me. It was a massive room, though considering what we were doing it made sense. I'm just glad there were vents in here.

"You're new, boy."

A deep voice came from to my side, scaring the crap out of me as I turned around to see abs. Damn, you could grind meat on those.

The voice rumbled a bit, forcing me to look up at an absolute giant of a man. He had pale skin, clearly never seeing the sun all too much. He didn't wear a shirt, which explained the abs in my face, but he did wear gloves. Looking up towards his face, I gulped as I met his eyes, which were a hazy reddish color that bore into my own with a heavy glare. When coupled with his long and thick beard and bald head, he cut quite the imposing figure.

Clearing my throat, I got over my initial shock and held a hand out. "U-Uh, hi? I'm a new student. Also, my name is Darius Adiel, not boy."

His expression didn't change, even as he spoke down to me. "I know. Now join your group from crafting. And don't waste time, boy."

I… don't know how to talk to this guy.

I settled for just giving him a nod, hastily walking over towards the tables and searching them. It wasn't hard to find Emery, who was sitting at the corner table doodling in a notebook.

Quietly, I slipped past the other tables and snuck up behind her, peering over her shoulder as I watched her doodle. The notebook was filled with other doodles of a surprisingly high quality, though the one that caught my interest was one in the corner. "BD + EF" written in a cute little heart.

I hummed in her ear, startling her as she quickly went to shut her notebook and twist away from me. It took her a few seconds to realize it was me, and she ended up pouting at me over my little prank. "Really 'Arius? 'At wasn' funny."

She was definitely flustered, as she didn't make any attempts to fix her pronunciation whatsoever. It was adorable, like a puppy really.

Dropping my bag on the floor, I took the seat next to her and leaned back smugly. "I mean, I thought it was funny. Though there's no reason to be embarrassed. You're pretty good at the whole drawing thing."

Her eyes narrowed and she leaned in slightly, as if trying to decipher if I were telling the truth or not. Evidently, she must have realized that I'd never stoop so low as to lie, and slowly nodded. "Well, 'ank you. Uh, thank you. I don't really show these to anyone."

How is she thisshy? Like, are people like that? What's wrong with exposing yourself to people, metaphorically speaking. Some social interaction should cure her shyness. Probably.

Checking the door for either Romeo or Juliet, I frowned as I saw Ben Dover walk into the room. He was flanked by that Milly girl from the mall, and a slightly younger looking girl, though only in her face. She was short but rather curvy, with blonde hair and green eyes very reminiscent of Professor Citrine. The girl almost looked like a mini-me of the teacher, though with her hair in a braid.

Ben's eyes met mine, and for a moment he froze in place. Emotions flashed in his eyes rapidly. Shocked, then confused, then angry, before a bitter acceptance took their place. He snapped back into his dopey façade and pointed to a table as far away from me as possible, scratching the back of his head as he let them take the lead.

I turned back to Emery, eager to shake off my bad mood. "Well, you should try and- Emery? You okay there?"

She was looking off into the distance, a forlorn expression on her face as she sighed. Following her line of soft, I couldn't help but audibly groan as I realized what the "BD" in her notebook stood for. "And I had such high hopes for you too."

Emery snapped out of it, whipping her head back to me in alarm, her cheeks a bright red. "W-What?"

Waving my minor annoyance aside, I decided to try and probe Emery over her crush on the boy. I refuse to acknowledge Ben as a man. "I'm going to be frank. With how many women that guy has pining after his ass like it were a chocolate fondue, you definitely don't have the best odds. Plus he's… well a tad bit… nevermind. Point is, you're not going to get anywhere with him, not when all those other girls are already close to him and vying for his attention."

That may have come across a bit rude, but I very much don't like that guy. Besides, Emery's too pure to be entangled into that mess.

Her brow furrowed, a hand coming up to her chin as she began to brainstorm. "So, what you're saying is 'at all I need to do is talk to him?"

I blinked, taking a moment to process what she just before vehemently shaking my head. "No, no no no. What I'm trying to say is that maybe you should try and… reconsider your opinion of him."

Her head bobbed slowly, understanding hitting her as she snapped her fingers. "I 'et it now! I should be firm in my feelings and learn to express them!"

This was getting out of hand. Leaning forward, I held my hands out, carefully trying to explain what I meant. "No, what I- "

Her eyes sparkled suddenly, and she too leaned forward, clenching my hands in her own smaller ones. "Can you help me, 'Arius?"

Could I? Oh yeah, I totally could. I mean, it wouldn't be too hard. But I don't really want to. Then again, that's not what she asked. All she asked was if I could, and saying anything other than yes would be a lie. Though maybe if I… what if I… fuck!

I groaned, trying to word my response the best I could so that she might catch my hesitance. "Technically, I could. But- "

That must've been enough for her, as she threw herself forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. She squeezed me, to the point that I'd be worried about suffocating if I were a normal person. Her voice was right in my ear, loud and happy as she spoke. "Thank you so much! I 'romise I'll pay you 'ack someday!"

Mother's nonexistent ass! Whatever, I'm sure I can help her realize that this guy she's pining after is actually a lying snake. Right, I can work with this and help her get better at talking to people. I began to pat her back, taking the time to enjoy the hug. That is, until someone cleared their throat.

"So uh, what's going on here?"

Emery pulled herself away almost instantly, face red as she looked down. I instead looked over to the side, where Romeo and Juliet were standing. The former was doing his best to keep smiling and avoid glaring daggers into my skull, while the latter just stared and gave me a thumbs up.

Well, this is going to be an awkward forty minutes.

Thankfully, I had managed to avoid any awkward conversations by just focusing on the class itself, and it wasn't before long that I was out of the room and headed to my final class of the day, combat. It wasn't too far from smithing class, only taking a minute or so to get to the gym from it.

And speaking of the gym, holy fuck was I underestimating it. The room was the size of half a football field at least, and just as tall as one would assume from that statement. On the sides of the room were rows of benches, easily able to handle a hundred students each. Not that said benches were even close to being filled like that, as the students naturally formed little cliques.

"Yo Big D! Over here!"

Evanora's voice rang out from one of the benches, and everyone else stopped to look right towards where I was. Taking it in stride, I just smiled and waved as I made my way up the benches, sitting next to Evanora and two other girls I didn't know. Well, not formally anyway. That Citrine clone from smithing was here, alongside another blondie that I haven't seen before, though her hair wasn't the same gold as the other girl. More like a normal yellow. "Evanora, glad to see you. I didn't know you were in this class as well."

She grinned, leaning back and teasing her arms on the seats behind her. "There's only one combat class per grade, since they can fit just about everyone taking it."

Huh, neat.

Turning her head to her companions, she gestured to me with her hand. "Right, introductions. Rana, Amethyst, this is Darius Adiel. Lustcraft-Sensei's little brother, the headmaster's son, and my protégé in potions and soon to be partner in all things sex."

I winced at that last bit, especially as the Citrine clone blushed a bright red and the other one scowled. The embarrassed one was the first to introduce herself, giving a small wave as she did so. "U-Um, hi? My name is Amethyst Jewels, and this is my big sister Rana."

The other one, Rana, grunted but didn't say much else. She was still giving me light glare, which I could entirely blame on Evanora. Regardless, I tried to back pedal a bit from her introduction, hoping it would work. "Darius Adiel, and please don't take Evanora's introduction seriously. We've only just met."

Rana cut in this time, her voice hard and curt. "Perhaps, but your sister's reputation doesn't alleviate such concerns."

God damn it, Daria.

I shifted in my seat slightly, trying my best to not agitate her. "Professor Raynaldus implied the same thing earlier. Is she really so infamous?"

Evanora snorted, picking something out of her ear as Rana nodded sharply. "Of course! The Festival of The New Sin is always a shameful holiday, but when she had been put in charge of it last year? It was downright debaucherous. The gym smelled like… intercourse for weeks."

A sly grin found its way on Evanora's face, as she rested her head on her fist. "I bet if it was Ben, you would've had a little bed springing fun."

Mentally sighing, I held back a frown as Rana's face went red. "O-Of course not! Any sort of activity like that would be inappropriate, and it could hurt the weak boy! No, what I would do is keep him safe and well cared for with my own strength!"

The mental image of Ben with a collar on came to mind, and I couldn't help but snicker. Unfortunately, Rana was still running hot and glared at me. "What's so funny about that!?"

Shrugging slightly, I just spoke my mind. "Well, you make him sound kind of like a pet. You know?"

Evanora burst out laughing, completely ignoring how Rana stilled in favor of running her mouth. "Ha! Rana, I had no idea you were into pet play!"

Rana didn't say anything, instead choosing to stare down into the open floor of the gym and clench her fists. Amethyst slid away from her, a nervous chuckle escaping her as she did so. Evanora continued to laugh, mouthing "Anger issues" to me as she enjoyed herself.

I looked away from them all, preferring to look to the center of the room where a large man in what looked to be metal armor held up a megaphone. "Right, you all know the drill. Today is hand to hand day, so three pairs of two can use the mini arenas while the rest of you are to partner up and practice your forms. Who would like to go into the arenas fir- "

"I will!"

Rana's hand was up, her other fist still clenched as she stared. The teacher whose name I still didn't know just nodded, before asking another question. "Right, and your opponent?"

I felt her eyes on me before I heard her voice, a sudden tiredness hitting me as I realized what was about to go down.

"I pick Adiel-San."

Mother's nonexistent ass.

"So… does air come into here or are we stuck with a finite supply?"

It was a good question really, especially since I found myself stuck in a scenario where that might become a problem. I had been thrown into the men's locker room and told to change, but I didn't actually have any spare clothes. So I did the reasonable thing, and just stripped down to my underwear and called it a day.

I don't even know why some of them were scandalized by it. I've seen shorts that cover less than these.

Soon after I was ushered into a rounded platform facing against Rana, and then a blueish see through some appeared over it. Which I was not prepared for.

"Air flows through the dome Adiel-San. Now, you two may begin whenever."

Right, right, cool. I dug into the memories implanted within my mind, doing my best to get into a boxer's stance as I looked towards Rana, who was fucking intimidating looking. Her uniform had been kind of baggy on her, so I assumed she was rather petite. But now, in a sports bra and yoga pants? She was fucking ripped. Seriously, she looks like she could snap me like a twig, and considering the stone-cold glare her bright blue eyes sent me, she probably was going to.

My eyes looked to the side, watching as some of the other students gathered around the arena. They were whispering amongst themselves, though their eyes were mostly on me for some reason. Scratch that, they were looking down. Why were they-

Oh right, penis. Maybe I really should have kept my pants on.

"Nice cock bro!"

God damn it Evanora.

I turned back to Rana, giving her a short wave as I tried to maybe diffuse the situation. "So uh, is this really necessary? I mean, violence doesn't really solve any issues you have with me, and vice versa."

She raised her fists up, taking a few steps forward. "Perhaps, but it does make me feel better, you pervert."

Well, that was just unnecessary. "I may not be able to fully argue against that, but I also don't think it's accurate. Besides, I didn't know I'd need spare clothes for this sort of thing."

"That changes nothing."

"I feel like it should."

She scowled, taking a few more steps before she broke into a sprint. "Enough of this!"

I squinted, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. It looked like she was sprinting, by her body motion anyway, but… she wasn't really moving all that fast.

Taking my time, I tried to judge where she was going to hit and moved my arm appropriately. It didn't take a while before her fist connected, I think. Truthfully it felt more like she slapped me gently. "Did… did you do it?"

She stumbled back, mouth agape as she rolled her wrist around. "I-I hit you, a-and it hurt me?"

Ah, right. I'm a supernatural being with superpowers. That's surprisingly easy to forget at times.

Seeing her confused expression, I felt kind of bad about it. Relaxing my arms, I scratched the back of my head. "Do you wanna try again, or something?"

That snapped her out of it, her jaw clenching and eyes narrowing. "E-Excuse me?! Don't mock me!"

"But I wasn't- "

She threw another punch, and I sighed as I let it hit my face. I raised an eyebrow as she winced, pulling her hand away and taking a few steps back. "I-I don't understand. You're clearly not on potions and yet… how? This doesn't make any sense!?"

I shrugged, opting to go for the truth. "I'm a supernatural being with superpowers."

Another frown. "I really want to hit you right now."

Scratching the cheek she hit, I just tilted my head to the side. "You could if you want."

And she really looked ready to, the frustration in her eyes revealing that much, but she just sighed and took a step back. "I'll end up breaking my hand at this rate. You win, Mr "Supernatural Being". Though I still don't like you."

The barrier came down, and the armored teacher from before stepped onto the platform. He had a jovial grin on his face, which matched well with his cheerful tone. "Well done lad! You remind me of your old man! The man could take just about any hit and not move an inch! Why don't you two hit the showers early? You've earned it."

The man slapped my back, his hand bouncing off it as I refused to budge. "And before I forget, my name is Brynjar Jewe- uh, Axebane! But you may call me Axebane-Sensei!"

I nodded, slightly amazed at the name, and taking note of his slip up. "Sure thing Professor Axebane. You've got an awesome name by the way."

He laughed, resting his hands on his hips. "Ah, thank you Adiel-San. Now then, I have a class to run. Good day!"

Watching him walk off, I rolled my shoulders and made my way towards the locker room showers. I didn't really need it, but who was I to say no to a free shower?

Popping the door open, I quickly walked over to the communal showers, grabbing one of the fresh towels they had there. It was kind of gross using a communal towel, but I can handle using it one time.

The showers were fairy drab looking, with just a row of stalls high enough to block even the tallest person from looking over the top. Good thing too, since I really didn't want to have to worry about seeing other dudes while I shower. Kind of a mood killer.

Throwing open the stall door, I stuffed the towel in a small compartment inside the wall and closed the glass cover. Right, now I just need to-

Something hit the floor right outside my stall, and I turned on my heel to see the door open. A familiar head of auburn hair popped in as Jolene locked the door behind her. "Mmm, hey Darius-Kun. You're looking good. Not as sweaty as I hoped, but I can make do."

I took a step away from the door, my back hitting the wall as I silently cursed the small size of the stall. My eyes couldn't help but give her figure a once over, and I bit my lip. She was wearing the girls' uniform, only with the top few buttons of her shirt undone and the jacket was nowhere to be seen. Her skirt ended right at her mid-thigh, and stockings covered the ivory flesh of her legs and thighs. Her shoes were missing, meaning that must've been what had hit the floor earlier.

Focusing back on her emerald eyes, I bit the inside of my cheek. "Jolene. What are you doing here?"

She took a step forward, thrusting her chest out as she openly eyed me. "Well after lunch I really, really wanted some more of you. So, I asked your sister what your schedule is. Just my luck that you would have gym while I had history."

Damn it, so she skipped history with Daria's permission in order to come here. Normally I wouldn't mind that too much, but things were different. "You have a boyfriend."

She chuckled, cocking her head to the side. "And? I had one last night too."

That was another thing. "I didn't know. I shouldn't… we shouldn't do this."

Her smile was downright devilish as she took another step forward. "But you want to. After all, you loved it when I was screaming your name, pinned under your strong arms as you made me yours and etched yourself into my mind."

I… that wasn't wrong. It was true, entirely true, but it didn't change the fact that she was still already in a relationship. "That doesn't matter. I-I shouldn't be that guy. The one wh-who uses another person's girlfriend."

That didn't stop her, as she took another step forward, her breasts pushing against my bare chest. "Aw, you're so cute when you're trying to be good. But I know better. Just like your sister, you have a switch. And I definitely know how to flip it."

I swallowed thickly, completely able to remove myself from the situation yet unable to want to try. "Wh-What is it?"

Her hand reached toward my face, tracing my jawline as a sultry whisper escaped her plush lips. "You have a possessive streak, don't you? It's easy to recognize. After all, you and Daria have the same hunger in your eyes. The want, the need, to own and dominate. She's good at hiding it, but you?"

She leaned in closer, her breath tickling my ear as she spoke. "You're ready to lose control at any moment now."

My muscles tensed as I fought back the urge to prove her right, arms shaking as I kept a hold of myself. "I-I can control myself."

A smirk graced its way onto her lips, and her eyes danced with amusement. "Is that right? So, what you're saying is that you don't mind it if I left you here and went to go find some other boy toy? Maybe let him touch me, use me, maybe even mark me as- "

It happened before I could stop it. My hands shot up and grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her around and slamming her against the wall. My fingers wrapped around her throat, my free hand gliding down her body and squeezing her breast roughly, but not enough to cause too much pain.

A quiet moan escaped her lips, feeding the hunger I felt as a growl left me unbidden. "Don't even try."

She bit her lip, her eyes giving me a half-lidded gaze. "Why not?"

Egging me on. That was what she was doing. She was trying to trick me, t-to convince me to go through with this. I shouldn't.

"Because you're mine."

Another gasp left her as I squeezed her other breast. "But I have a boyfriend."

Again. She was throwing my words into my face, giving me a chance to escape. She didn't expect me to. She expected me to double down. I shouldn't.

"And?"

Her breath hitched at that, eyes heavy with lust as she spoke one final time. "So, you want to cuck my boyfriend? To help this cheating slut get her fix?"

No, no this wasn't right. Instinct and desire be damned, I shouldn't do this. Unknowingly is one thing, but to knowingly have sex with a woman who's spoken for? That's wrong. That's cheating. It doesn't- shouldn't matter that she wants this. This… this isn't right. Morality dictates that I should leave while I can, before I do something bad. I shouldn't do this.

But if I'm being honest, I really fucking want to.

"Yes."

I kissed her mouth hungrily, going at it with a desperate need. The slow foreplay from earlier was gone, in its place a sexual frenzy that afflicted us both.

Her hands weren't idle. They explored my bare chest as she pulled herself deeper into our manic kiss. Her nails clawed at my skin, unable to pierce my flesh but not for a lack of trying.

I bit her lip, tugging on it gently before moving over to her neck and letting my teeth sink in a little. She gasped, fingers going through my hair as she held me there. "Oh gods, the way you touch me i-it's so addictive!"

A shiver went through me at her words, and my lips trailed down to her collarbone, stopping at the top of her shirt. My control was shot at this point, so I just gripped the top of her shirt and tugged, ripping it open and letting the buttons fall to the floor.

I dove into her exposed breasts, enjoying their soft fullness against my face and taking a deep breath in. I burned the smell into my mind as I took a nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it.

Gasping, moaning, begging. It was all that filled my ears as she wrapped a leg around my waist and pulled herself up. I groped and pawed at her tits, my mouth alternating between her nipples.

"P-Please, stop toying with me and stick it in already!"

It was as much a command as it was a beg, and I was tempted to deny her on principle alone. But I decided against it, my own desire echoing her sentiments exactly.

She shrugged off her shirt, leaving her upper body bare to me. While she did that, I reached behind her skirt and smirked as I found a zipper, undoing it and letting it fall to the floor. My hand gripped the edge of her panties, and I decided to take the easy route and simply tear them off her. Giving her stockings a glance, I made an executive decision.

The stockings would be staying on.

I held onto one of her thighs and lifted her up, keeping her at eye level to me as I used my free hand to rip away my boxers. Lining my bow free cock with her pussy, I narrowed my eyes and smirked as gave her thigh one last squeeze and let go.

"GAAAH!"

Her body fell down, and she was suddenly filled with my dick as she let out a cry. She twitched a bit, panting as she looked down and gaped at the realization that she hadn't fallen down all the way. Unlike last time, she didn't have the time to get accustomed to my length. I didn't let her have that, refusing to go slow and gently until she fit it all. She wanted rough, I'll give her rough.

Her hands were on my shoulders, her chest heaving as she tried to get herself together. I refused to let her, instead placing a hand on her waist. My eyes gleamed as realization hit her, and she opened her mouth to protest just as I forced her down.

"Darius waAAAAUUGGH!"

Our hips met, and her arms tightened around my neck as my dick reshaped her insides. Her cry was a mix of pain and pleasure, though judging by the way she tightened up on me, I could tell which one was more prevalent.

Reaching out and gripping her jaw in my hand, I forced her eyes to look into mine. They were dazed, completely unfocused as she stared right through me. Giving her cheek two light slaps, I watched as they refocused, and she returned to clarity. "Wakey wakey slut, you finally got that dick you wanted. How's it feel?"

She blinked a few times, registering my words before she managed to stutter out a response. "G-Good. It feels so fucking good."

A flash of both satisfaction and annoyance hit me, and I gripped her thighs with both hands. Pulling back, I thrust back into her, enjoying how she yelped at the movement. "And what are you doing?"

I began to pick up speed, bouncing her up and down my cock and watching as she struggled to form coherent sentences. "Fucked! I-I'm getting fucked!"

Holding her waist down, I shifted my hips slightly before getting back into my rhythm. "Very good. Now, what are you?"

Her moans grew louder, her mouth opening as she let her tongue out and licked the air. "A-A cheating fucking whore, gods yes!"

My lips twitched downwards, and I gave her ass a good slap, watching as she yelped. "Accurate, but not what I wanted to hear. Try again."

Her head bounced up and down, brain working as hard as it could in its current circumstances. Her legs wrapped around my waist, squeezing as she finally got the answer. "Yours! I-I'm yours and o-oh fuck- only yours!"

And Daria's of course, but I kept quiet on that, not wanting to ruin the moment. "Perfect. And do you know what that means?"

Her panting was growing frantic, her hands searching my body in a frenzy as she began to approach her climax. "Only you! Only you, only you!"

I pushed her against the wall, slamming into her as I tried to reach my own orgasm alongside her. "Yes. And that means that you will take what I give you."

Leaning forward, I bit her earlobe and tugged it, before whispering into her ear. "I'm going to cum inside you."

She froze up, a silent gasp leaving her before she began to spasm. Her walls tightened up around me, pushing me over the edge as I came deep inside her.

I leaned back, letting her catch her breath as I eyed my handiwork. Her body was wet with sweat, which dropped down her slowly. Her thighs were wet with something else, which filled the room with its peculiar yet enjoyable smell.

And hand limply hit my chest, Jolene gasping for air as she patted my pectoral. "That was… something else Darius. Seriously, it's like… like I lose all control around you. Fucking amazing."

I let her slide off me, another moan escaping her as she stood on wobbly feet. Another flash of annoyance hit me as I watched her pick up her discarded clothing. She was completely satisfied, even though she was lying to her boyfriend and cheating on him. Sure, she was doing it with me, but that wasn't important. Well, it was, but whatever.

"And that's when I said, "Now that's a katan- " are those fucking women's shoes?"

We both froze, the voices right outside the stall getting closer.

"Huh, looks like it. What the hell?"

An idea hit me. Jolene was still bent down, leaving her plump round ass and pussy exposed to me. I got behind her, gripping her shoulder and thrusting into her as she squeaked in surprise.

"H-Holy shit. Uh, Adiel-San? A-Are you in there?"

I grunted, making sure that the slap of my hips meeting Jolene's ass were loud enough for them to hear. "Yeah, sorry about all this. I'm a bit caught up in someone."

Jolene clenched her jaw as she tried to keep her mouth shut, desperately trying to not make any noise. Frowning at that, I doubled my effort, slamming her against the stall door but making sure it didn't break open. Her mouth opened as a throaty moan escaped her, eyes widening as she realized what happened. She tried to cover her mouth with a hand, but I let go of her shoulder and swatted it away. Before she could shut her mouth again, I stuck two fingers in her mouth and grabbed her tongue with them, the rest of my hand holding the side of her mouth open.

"Gods damn dude. Not even a day and you're already balls deep in a bitch. You really are like a male version of your sister, holy shit."

Looking Jolene in her eyes, I smirked down at her as she continued to let out her whorish moans and groans. "What can I say? We've got a gift and we like to use it."

The hand I had on her hip drifted downwards, cupping her thick ass flesh as I saw her eyes beg me. Though whether it was to stop or keep going I couldn't say.

"Fucking clearly. So uh, what's her name? She up for any fun with us?"

I didn't even have to do anything, her head shaking vehemently all on her own. Chuckling to myself, I gave her another hard thrust, enjoying how both she and the door hinges squeaked under the pressure. "I'm afraid not. She's uh, very loyal to me, ironically enough. But here's a consolation prize."

My hand squeezed her ass, leaving red marks on her flesh where my fingers were. Letting go of the bouncing flesh, I reared my arm back and slapped her ass cheek hard enough to instantly redden it. She squealed again, before following it up with a deep groan.

"Fucking hell, you're one lucky son of a bitch. We'll leave you be, and tell the others that you're a bit preoccupied. No way we'd want someone to interrupt you. That just ain't right."

I laid down another smack on her ass, watching the flesh ripple from the impact. "Thanks man, you're a real one."

"No problem. Keep it tight."

Before I could reply again, Jolene let out one final scream of ecstasy and locked up again, her pussy clenching as she came once again. Despite this, I kept pounding away, holding her up by her waist as her body went limp.

The idea of her pleasure was completely gone from my mind, especially since she was so out of it now. Instead, I was going for my own, ramming into her with borderline reckless abandon. Not enough to seriously hurt her, but more than enough to leave a mark on her for days.

Something boiled inside me, a release that I had yet to let go of. I kept at it, slapping her ass and holding her up by her mouth and tongue. It was getting closer and closer with every thrust, approaching its end until, with one last slam into her, I let out both my frustration and a torrent of cum.

Gasping slightly, I let Jolene slide off my dick, watching her fall face first onto the floor with her ass up. Cum basically exploded out of her, squirting onto the floor and leaking down her legs and thighs. She gurgled something incoherently, though I couldn't find it in myself to care.

Taking a step back, I leaned against her shower wall and let my mind clear. I… I fucked her. Despite saying that I shouldn't, and knowing it, I did it anyway. I-I couldn't stop myself. She managed to push all the right buttons, and even before that I still desired her.

My hands shook slightly, the adrenaline and excitement still coursing through me. I can't say I didn't like it, hell I loved it. But I shouldn't have. That was… that was definitely on the wrong side of the moral spectrum.

But morality seemed so insignificant in the moment.

Shaking my head, I took a deep breath in. I needed to clear my head, and to get some answers from Daria. Maybe she knows something about all this.

Looking down, I grimaced as I saw Jolene still on the floor, a fucked stupid grin on her face. Letting out a sight, I lifted her up and turned on the shower. I should get her cleaned up. No way she can leave like this, and I did cum inside her twice. I'm not sure if UTIs are a thing here, but I should at the very least try to clean her out.

Then, I could deal with the fallout.

Surprise sex out of nowhere, a boom. Not only that, but dominance play, cheating (more on that topic later), and a little bit of exhibitionism. I'm really trying to expand the kink stuff that I'm familiar with for this story, so that I could try and make these scenes more unique and hit different notes.

But yeah, that's what happens when you push someone's buttons. More specifically, when you push the buttons of a person who embodies truth. I'm very much enjoying how such a concept can influence his personality and the way others interact with him. Very fun.

Now, NTR/Cheating. This is arguably one of the most decisive kinks out there, not including the weird ones like lolicon and shit eating. Originally, I wanted nothing to do with it in this story, but as I worked on it, I kind of realized that it was a little weird that everyone Darius hooks up with is totally single. He isn't a harem protagonist, who has women come to him against his will. He's closer to a hentai protagonist, because sex and he's the one doing the seduction. Not only that, but it's an interesting conflict to have in story. Besides, so long as it's the protagonist doing the stealing, and that the protagonist is hot and likable, it's basically acceptable.

Fuck, I had more to talk about. What was it… oh right! I blazed through like four periods in this chapter. And for good reason. This bit has dragged on quite a bit, and we kind of already have an idea of how they work. Science is science, brewing is simple enough to understand without too much of an explanation, and smithing was kind of explained in the last chapter. Combat was also brushed over, but that's because it really didn't need an explanation m. It's kind of like RWBY in its execution, with a few minor differences highlighted. So yeah.

Also, quick note, I have a new story based on Skyrim and all that jazz! It's only two chapters in, but why not check it out? You might enjoy it!

Now onto my favorite segment of endslate, review of the chapter:

"Yo, pretty epic chapter. Weird bit with Jolene there, but Darius and Emery are the OTP anyway. I'm quite happy knowing that with the theme of this story Ben Dover and many other male characters are gonna have to make do with the fact that a lot of female characters are gonna be bent over soon."

I chose this one because the ending let me rant a bit on the aim of this story beyond porn. If you've read ACH, then you know that this version of Darius is really different from that one, and for good reason. Two reasons even. One, ACH Darius was open to lying and subterfuge, utilizing it whenever it benefited him. This Darius, can't. He is 100% honest 100% of the time. Not just with his words, but with his actions. And reason number two, he's the anti-harem protagonist. Typically, a harem protagonist is shy, introverted, and really uncomfortable around women. Darius is the opposite. He's brash, extroverted, and completely in his element when talking with women. This was an intentional design, as the medium in which this story is portrayed also enforced this. For most light novel games (which is where the most inspiration for this story comes from), the protagonist is nobody, literally. They don't have a personality and are entirely just a vehicle for the player. Their actions have no meaning to them and hold little weight. And that's fine, since it's an interactive medium where this is expected (There are exceptions, but this is a generalization). This story, on the other hand, is not interactive in the slightest. It's entirely linear, with Darius making his own decisions based on his own personality and ideals. The reader takes a back seat and becomes a spectator rather than a participant. This is also how it is with harem anime, but those MCs are so generic that they may as well have no personality.

Anyway, this has been A Decent Hoonter, and I need to find me some porn writing music. Careless Whisper can't do all the work.