With a bouquet of flowers in my hand, I approached the door of the principal's room. Yes, I was visiting Quinella, the scary, old woman who was running that institute and whom no student really liked. I had heard she was sick. I had also heard no student had bothered visiting her or shown any concern about her health. Not very kind of them!

A security guard was standing next to the door. Lol, security guard! Who does she think she is? Okay, I'm cutting it out; no matter her attitude, she was still a person with health problems at that time and she needed some support. 'What do you want, mister?' the guard eyed me. 'Miss Quinella feels really weak today and does not wish to see anyone.'

I showed him the buoquet. 'I brought these for the headmaster,' I explained with a polite smile.

'I'll see whether she wants to see you,' he sighed and went in for a moment. 'Okay, you can pass,' he said when he came out.

And so, I went into Quinella's chamber. I looked around. It was an old fashioned room with grey walls. Her king size, four poster bed was prominent in there.

Quinella was lying in her bed, wearing a purple, night gown. She would constantly cough. 'These are for you, miss Quinella,' I said, placing the flowers on the drawer desk. 'I heard you did not feel well today and I was worried.'

'You're so kind, my beloved lad,' she smiled at me. I realized that was the first time I saw her smile! 'You're the only one who cares whether I'm alive or dead.'

'Don't say that!' I tried to cheer her up.

'Though I have to tell you,' she continued, 'it doesn't make any real difference. I can feel it that my end is near.'

'Please, don't talk like that,' I gently held her wrinkled, aged hand.

'Don't try to cheer me up with lies,' she chuckled, which caused her to cough and spit a disgusting amount of thick saliva in a glass on the drawer desk. (Eww, maybe I should have left out that detail!) 'I'm 92 years old. Let's face it, it will happen sooner or later. And I'm glad that, before I pass away, I have the chance to talk to someone. Someone who truly cares.'

'What is it? You can tell me anything!' I looked her in her purple eyes, the only remnant of her youth.

'I have accomplished a lot in my life, lad,' she started opening her heart. 'I regret only one thing: having forgotten to truly live!'

Quinella told me that she was a virgin! Needless to say I was flabbergasted. She told me about her childhood and youth. Raised in a conservative, religious enviroment, she was taught the notion that anything sexual is demonic. Alas, since she started having urges, since her early teenagehood, she tried to repress them. For countless decades, she successfully repressed her desire to have sex, even her desire to jack off! That's how much she feared God's judgement.

By the time she realized what her parents had taught her was bullshit, she was over 90 years old. It was too late to live her missed sexuality. She burst into tears as she told me all the above. My eyes got wet. God is not like that, God wants us to have sex, to enjoy our bodies and he is happy when we do so. I was so sad that that woman believed the lies of religions and missed so many of the blessings she could've otherwise got.

'I'm so sorry,' I said, holding her repulsive hand. 'Is there anything I can do for you? I will do anything!'

'Well, maybe there is...' she mumbled. Right after that, she stopped and negatively shook her head. 'No no no, what am I thinking? I could never ask a kind hearted person like you for something like that.'

'TELL ME!' I snapped. 'I'll do anything!'

Quinella got off her bed, with great difficulty, pressed a secret switch on the wall and led me to a secret chamber. There, she kept all stuff she had invented in her life and hadn't managed to get a patent for yet. Among them, there was a laser rifle. 'If two people are shot by that laser ray simultaneously,' she explained, 'their bodies exchange physical ages!' She started crying again. She told me how much she craved to get her youth back, just one more time, just to live a sexual experience. She promised she would give the borrowed youth back right after she had lived that. I agreed, with no hesitation, to be her parnter during that sexual experience. Now all that was left to do was find someone willing to part with their youth for a while!

I called my crew to my room to fill them in: Asuna, Leafa, Lisbeth and Sinon. I left out Strea and Seven, since I could never ask a person in Strea's mental condition or a 12 year old girl to do something like that.

'So,' I said in the end, 'I was wondering whether any of you wants to help that old lady feel some happiness before... you know...'

Silence. I couldn't tell much from the girls' expressions. Darn, maybe I shouldn't have asked.

'It's okay,' I sighed. 'I understand you are freaked out and none of you wants to take that chance. I can't blame you. Let's just forget about everything I said and...'

Suddenly, Asuna jumped to her feet. 'I'll do it!' she said determinedly.

My eyes widened in a pleasant shock. 'Thanks, Asuna. That means a lot,' I whispered, hand on my chest.

We had to hurry; Quinella didn't seem to have much time left. We went to her chamber and the security guard let us pass. We both were wearing our school uniforms.

My girlfriend and the old lady exchanged smiles. 'So you are the one who will make this sacrifice?' Quinella asked rhetorically. 'I want to thank you in advance, from the bottom of my heart, miss Asuna.'

'You're welcome,' the redhead answered kindly.

Asuna and I helped Quinella get up and sit on the edge of the bed. Asuna sat next to her. Quinella was trembling, her old age having barely left her enough strength to even stay in a sitting position.

I aimed the rifle at the two ladies. 'Are you ready?' I asked. Both women nodded. I fired the ray!

I was awed at the process that started taking place before my eyes. Quinella's long, ghost white hair was turning purple. The wrinkles on her skin were vanishing. She was being transformed into a beauty goddess! In the meantime, Asuna was ageing rapidly, gaining decades in a span of seconds! Her red hair turned ghost white, her face was wrecked by deep and long furrows.

Finally, the process was over! Quinella was now a teenager whereas Asuna was an appalingly ugly, 90 year old woman. The rejuvenated girl closed her eyes, raised them to the ceiling, gripped the mattress with her returned youth's strength and sighed. 'Ahh, it feels so good to be young again.' Her voice was softer and way more lovely than before.

Asuna fell off the bed, not having enough strength to remain standing anymore. Quinella and I helped her and positioned her aged, frail body on a chair. 'Ouch, my back really hurts,' she moaned, her voice hoarse, nothing like what her younger self sounded like.

'That's what old age does, sweetie,' Quinella giggled. Why had the principal said that? That comment was rude and uncalled for, especially towards a girl that had just made the ultimate sacrifice for her! But maybe I was thinking too much.

'You don't mind if I watch. Right?' Asuna giggled. Or at least that's what she tried to do, for, soon, her giggle turned into a cough. I instantly grabbed the glass from the drawer desk and brought it under Asuna's mouth, in order to collect the huge amount of disgusting phlegm she spat out.

When that unfortunate incident was over, Quinella and I turned to each other. 'It's time, lad,' she whispered and let her night gown fall on the floor. My eyes bulged when I saw that she was wearing nothing underneath as well as how beautiful her rejuvenated, nude body was.

We walked to each other. I really wanted to do this, not just to help Quinella. Our lips joined. As we made out, my hands were slowly descending across her lovely back, until they reached her glutes, which I squeezed with a moan of pleasure in her mouth.

I broke the kiss and started descending across her front side as well, kissing her delicate neck, her amazing boobs, her silky belly, until I reached her womanhood. I had never performed oral before, but I was so lost in the moment that, this time, I did that too! I started kissing and sucking her vagina, eliciting moans from her. It tasted like divine honey!

Quinella walked with grace to the bed and lay down in a lateral position. 'Undress, son,' she said softly.

I removed my clothes and got on the bed too. We hugged, our legs tangling and began making out again. We were now rolling around on the bed, making out wildly, in each other's arms, with our lower limbs tangled.

Eventually, our bodies parted and I leant towards our clothes. 'What are you doing?' Quinella asked, curious.

'Just a moment,' I laughed awkwardly. 'I need to get a condom from my trousers' pocket.'

'We don't need one,' Quinella stated. 'I will become old again when all this is over.'

'I know,' I stroked the back of my head. 'But... you know... I have promised to Asuna that I will never cheat on her without a rubber and...'

I paused and turned to Asuna for confirmation. She smiled at me and nodded. 'Go ahead,' she said. 'Since this is a really special occasion, just this once, I will allow you to go at it without one!'

A wide smile of joy was formed on my face. I forgot about the rubber and turned back to Quinella. I got on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me as I inserted my manhood into her womanhood. Gosh, this was the first time my genitalia touched the genitalia of a girl other than Asuna! Perhaps this could be considered the true first time I cheated on her. (Do you know the 'it's not cheating if you use a condom' joke, which has produced so many memes on the Internet?)

The sex was awesome, for both of us. After our simultaneous climax and me emptying an enormous load of cum in her rejuvenated pussy, Quinella and I collapsed next to each other, exhausted. I looked at her, smiling and panting. 'Wow,' I commented. 'That was something! I'm drained!'

'Don't worry, sweetheart,' she giggled as she stood up. 'We will recover soon enough. Young bodies recover pretty fast.'

'We?' I raised an eyebrow. Had she forgotten she wouldn't stay young for long?

'You see, sweetie,' Quinella continued, taking the rifle in her hands and examining it with an enigmatic smile, 'I see no reason to give the youth back.'

With those words, she broke the rifle into two with her knee! (WTF, do all girls in that academy have super strength or something?)

I gasped in horror. 'NOOO,' Asuna screamed and tried to reach for the rifle, only to fall off the chair and end up on the floor, unable to get up.

I glared at the female asshole. She called the security guard. 'Did you call, miss Quinella?' he asked casually, not showing surprise at her being young. (Did he know about this all along?)

'Yes, dear,' the principal answered, not ashamed of her nude body. 'Take those two out of my room.'