The title as well as the main plot of this chapter are stolen from a dojinshi you can easily find for free online and I highly recommend you devote a few minutes of your lives to reading.

Do you know what the great thing about being a second year student is? That a brand new batch of students arrive to replace you and your classmates as first year students, which means you have a brand new batch of hotties at your disposal to expand your harem with! Tee hee hee!

I would often visit the first year department of the dorm to explore it and meet new people. And, by 'new people', I mean new girls!

One of those girls I met was Philia. So hot! Ruffled, middle length, red hair and eyes whose color was something between green and blue.

Unfortunately, her appearance was the only good thing I had discovered about her so far. She was really rude. Not rude like Asuna (a bitch in the wrong mood, but an angel at other times). Not rude like Sinon (not so bad if you get to know her better). Not rude like Seven (an arrogant but cool person). Not rude like Louise (a spoiled attention whore). Philia was rude like 'Leave me alone, I want to have nothing to do with anyone!' She didn't seem to have any friends. Whenever I tried to approach her, to introduce myself, to get to know her, she would just tell me to scram.

At some point, I asked her: 'Why are you like that?'

She took her eyes off the book she was studying at that moment (sitting on a bench) and answered: 'Listen, I have come to this school to get an education, not to make friends. I have never had friends. I don't need friends. I don't need anyone.'

'Philia...' I sighed.

Her eyes widened. 'How do you know my name?' she wondered. 'I have never told you.'

'I heard a teacher calling you the other day,' I answered. 'That's not the point. What tortures you so bad in your...'

'No sobbing backstory, dude,' she snapped. 'No abusive parents, no poverty and disease, no drama. This is just the way I am. Since birth! Now get the fuck outta here.'

I sighed and left. I feel sorry for her. One day, she will wake up, old, in her 90s, like Quinella, and deeply regret having wasted her life like that. But it will be too late!

Anyway, since it seemed there was nothing I could do to help her, I decided to just forget about her. And so, for a few days, I never thought about her again.

Have you ever heard about the room with no way out unless you have sex? Rumor has it that it is located in a different dimension and is controlled by some unseen, supernatural force. Many people claim they have been transported there with no prior warning.

Myself, I never believed those stories. They seem as valid as those stories of American people who claim they have been abducted by aliens. (Lol, crazy Americans!) All in all, I never believed that the legendary 'room with no way out unless you have sex' existed. Until the day I was trapped in there along with Philia!

'HOW HAVE WE ENDED UP HERE?' I cried. 'What is this place?'

I looked around. This didn't make any sense. One moment, I was casually walking to school as everyday, the next moment, I was here! Four walls with no door or any other kind of exit. The floor itself was a bed with two pillows!

'Don't... don't tell me we're in... THE ROOM WITH NO WAY OUT UNLESS YOU HAVE SEX!' I cried and clutched my hair in desperation.

'Whatever, I don't care,' Philia shrugged. She took off her shoes and socks and sat down, hugging her knees with one arm and playing with her cellphone with the other.

For the following minutes, I was trying to process in my mind what was happening while Philia was just playing a video game. Had that chick realized what was happening? We would never get out of here unless we had sex! And, moreover, that was one of the very few times I had forgotten my condoms! Darn, why do I always get tangled into such situations?

I sighed. I guessed I had no choice. Whatever force controls that dimension must be a really perverted force!

I sat next to her. 'Let's hurry and have sex so that we won't be late for school,' I suggested.

'No need to hurry,' she said, her eyes still on the screen. 'No big deal if we skip a school day. We'll do it whenever I'm in the mood.'

Huh? Was that really Philia speaking? The one who had always proclaimed she cared only about education?

I stayed still for a while, not knowing what to do, looking at Philia, who was totally passive.

Wow, those exposed (thanks to her short skirt) legs, though! I couldn't help extending my arm and placing my palm on them.

Even though that didn't cause Philia to stop playing that video game, the fact that she didn't react aggressively gave me more courage.

I descended, groping and kissing her leg, until I reached her foot, kissing the bridge and massaging the sole a little.

I ascended and removed her skirt. Then her underpants. I caressed her pussy. I sucked it for a while. Philia was either totally cold and asexual or a really good actress!

I tried to remove the upper part of her school uniform. She moved to help me, but she kept playing with her cellphone nonetheless. In the end, albeit clumsily, I managed to remove her upper garments too, leaving her only with her bra on. Philia was now sitting cross legged and playing.

I started undressing while keeping groping and kissing her marvelous body. I kissed her shoulders. Her neck. Her delicate arms. I descended and sucked her belly. By now, I was nude.

I sat cross legged opposite her and sighed.

'You know, Philia,' I smiled. 'Even though you're still a weirdo, I like it that you're not as rude as before. I don't know whether there is some magic in this room that changed you, but...'

'Not exactly,' Philia at last took her eyes off the cellphone. 'It's just that, now that I'm disconnected from the real world, from my real life obligations, ambitions, anxiety, I felt I can be at least a little cool. And, you know what? I like it!'

She smiled. The first time I saw her smile!

Philia lay face down, her head on the pillow, hands under head, eyes closed, a lovely smile on her beautiful face. 'I think I can stay here for a while,' she commented and cutely lifted one calf.

I chuckled. I grabbed her lifted calf and kissed her heel. I lowered my upper body and started groping and kissing the rear side of her legs, her buttcheeks, her back. This time, the girl was reacting with happy moans.

I tried to undo her bra. Philia sat up to help me and, finally, the last garment on her was off.

'Huh? What is this?' Philia noticed something under the pillow.

She picked it up and showed it to me. A condom wrapper.

'It seems that whatever force locked us here wants us to just have fun, not to reproduce,' she giggled.

'Neat,' I cried. I took the condom and, thanks to my experience, put it on in no time.

Philia turned over so that she was now lying on her back. She opened her arms and legs. 'Come here, my boy,' she invited me.

I descended and started hungrily sucking and groping her, at last naked, boobs.

Philia wrapped her arms and legs around me. I ascended, wrapped my hands around her neck and started making out with her as my penis was slowly entering her womanhood.

'FUCK ME!' she screamed when I finally broke the kiss, still thrusting my organ in and out of her. 'Turn me into the woman I should have always been!'

Philia and I were lying on the bed, her purring in my arms. We were looking at the light in front of us. Right after our simultaneous orgasm, a portal had opened. It was too light to see what there was at the other side, but I guess it was the exit to the real world.

Nevertheless, neither of us was in haste to leave yet. We were still worn out from the action and we felt like just cuddling for a while.

'We can still make it in time for school,' I said, lazily caressing her hair. 'If we leave now. This way, nothing will interfrere with your education.'

'Who cares?' she giggled and rolled us so that she got on me. She wrapped her hands around my neck and looked at me meaningfully. 'Let's stay here some more and resume our... err... sexual experiments.'

She stuck her lips to mine and I happily reciprocated. I wrapped my arms around her waist. We started making out anew, rolling around with our lower limbs tangled together.