Free Web NovelDrystan was in high spirits. On the long walk over to the Dinner Hall, he happily chatted about the good old days, while Linhart listened, catching him up on years of they had known each other, though listening to Drystan brag about his blossoming relationship with the Stratega left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Drystan didn’t pick up the fact that Linhart had no memory of the past 10 years of friendship together. This Drystan was just as self-absorbed as the one he'd known in his original timeline, but there was an endearing quality to it, and Linhart was happy to spend this time together.
He paid close attention to any differences he wasn't aware of. Mostly, this world mirrored his own. Their two families were neighbours and friends, and the two boys had spent years training together. Unlike Linhart’s original world, Drystan’s parents had separated and his sisters were posted all across the Kingdom in the military. Drystan had had a sadder upbringing in this female dominated world, and he disliked many types of girls because of it.
Almost every detail in this world appeared to have ended up the same as his first redo. The girls flooding the line for Fighter class, the few boys they saw were all entering the Healer class registration. He watched a crowd of bad girls congregate around the Striker registration, and the icy, bitchy girls filing through the line-up at mage registration like they were better than everyone else.
It wasn’t until he saw the book-loving casters, both girls and boys, file through the Binder registration, that he remembered he had learned a Binding spell from Octavia during his time as a slave. Ahh yes, the ‘Honey Jar’ spell. When he focused, he could still sense the mana buzzing through his body. Did he retain his casting skills from his previous time line? There was only one way to be sure. He had to find a girl to 'Honey Jar'.
Looking around, he was surprised to notice that Poppy was standing in line right in front of them. The perfect girl for this spell!
Drystan continued to carry the conversation all by himself, as Linhart slid up closer to the energetic junior Fighter. Poppy did not seem able to stand still. Even while waiting in line, she was twisting and stretching her body like a dancer warming up. It felt like she was putting on a show and inviting everyone to watch. His eyes followed her lithe neck down to her fitted button-up shirt that hinted at the shape of her perky pair of tits. Her long twintails were waving around energetically, and her delicious-looking rear end flashed into view as she bent to touch her toes in a ridiculous pose of flexibility. Her Fighter’s Green panties were on full display.
Linhart was so close now, he could smell the apple fragrance of her hair. With an apologetic, “Oops, excuse me,” he faked stumbling and fell against her. His hand came to a rest on her bare lower back. Feeding a trickle of mana through his fingertips, he could feel the spell triggering as it sank into her flesh.
Poppy’s eyes opened wider. Goosebumps prickling all over her back and midriff, but having never trained in magic, she had no idea what was happening to her. Satisfied with this reaction, Linhart increased the flow of mana until it was spilling from his mana chamber into hers. Poppy straightened her body, letting out a squeal of pleasure. Her hand closed tightly around his wrist, but she didn’t stop him. Instead he found his hand being pushed further down, like a vibrator, she pressed his fingers harder against her lower body. Her butt and thighs shook with excitement. Her well-toned legs opened wider.
The spell was extraordinarily effective, but the mana flow was not the point of the spell. He cut off his mana connection to her body, and watched for the actual Honey Jar effect to appear. Poppy’s eyes came back into focus, with an added spark of desire. She turned to the two boys and threw her arms around their shoulders.
“Hi, are you two freshmen?” she asked, slurring her words she appeared drunk with lust. Drystan responded with an icy gaze. He stepped out of her grasp, leaving her with one arm wrapped around Linhart.
Her thin white shirt was pressed up against him now. Her breasts may not have been huge, but Linhart was enjoying the eager energy given off from her body. His blood was pumping, and he felt his libido already refilling his depleted mana supply. Drystan, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with her.
“A little personal space, please,” he said indignantly. He did his best to shut her out and continue the conversation, but her high voice and close proximity made her impossible to ignore. Her big brown eyes hungrily looking them both over. It became awkward very quickly.
“Whoa, I didn’t mean anything by it…” she raised her hands defensively, “It’s just, you’re much prettier than the boys from my year. What makes you want to become a Fighter?”
Linhart jumped in and answered for the two of them. “We both come from Fighter families. My dad was a Fighter. And my friend’s sisters were all Fighters as well.”
Drystan looked at Linhart and corrected him, “You mean, your mom was a Fighter. Right? Your dad was a Healer, Hart.”
“Oh yeah, and all three of your sisters were Fighters, right?” Linhart stated with uncertainty. He realized there was still a lot he didn’t know about their families and their legacy in this world.
“Of course they were!” Drystan laughed bitterly, “Don’t you remember? They would turn every get-together into wrestling matches by the end.” When Linhart didn’t reply right away, Drystan added, “You and I, they would force us to kiss the winner. Uggh!”
“Oh wow!” Poppy jumped in, “That’s the kind of prize I would fight for!”
Drystan rolled his eyes, plainly ignoring her, but Linhart grinned at her cute attempts to win their attention and she grinned back, pulling at her hair nervously. He watched as she showed off, moving her body in amazing ways, demonstrating her flexibility. Her leg rose up, kicking high above her head and showing off her powerful thighs and tightly stretched pelvic muscles. He was intrigued, unable to take his eyes off this spell-bound girl as the two boys continued their conversation.
“Was my dad really a Healer?”
“Yeah, of course. He couldn’t have been a Fighter. Boys have only been admitted in the Fighter class for around the past 10 years. Why?”
“Well, he’s just… such a tough guy, I just can’t imagine him healing anyone.”
“Hah!” Drystan laughed, then he lowered his voice as though he was sharing a secret. “To hear my mom talk about it, he was very popular among the Fighters of the Academy… Your mom was the most elite Fighter of their senior year, that’s how she won him over. That was one of the reasons we decided to become Fighters, right? Cause girls thought we couldn’t do anything except heal!”
“Well, I bet you’re both going to be great Fighters.” Poppy chimed in, “I’m a pretty high ranked junior, myself, boys. I can help you train, if you’d like? We can wrestle together and I’ll even show you some advanced moves…”
“That sounds great…” Linhart started. His hand reached out to her thin white blouse. He was about to comment on how fit she looked in her tight little uniform, but was quickly interrupted.
“We are already being trained by Stratega Xenia,” Drystan stated without apology. He stepped between the two of them and seized his extended arm in his, denying them of any further skin contact. “So we won’t need anymore help.”
“Oh,” Poppy said, sounding like the wind had been knocked out of her.
"Well, I like watching your moves. Maybe I can wrestle with you if we're in the same Fighting courses?" Linhart felt like his Honey Jar spell effect was in full swing. The girl turned in a happy gibbering mess as she processed his words.
"H- H- He likes my moves... wrestle... us wrestling?... yeah, let's wrestle..."
"Now Poppy, Linhart and I would like to continue our private conversation," Drystan said bluntly, "So would you mind leaving us alone for now?"
"Sure, Drystan." Poppy said with a hint of disappointment. Then she smiled over at him, "Linhart, I'll see you at Fighting practice," After that, Poppy frequently cast a look in their direction; her eyes saying the effect was still going. But not another word was exchanged between her and the boys.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Stan,” Linhart admonished him, “You shut her down quite rudely. She was just offering to help us.”
“Gods, Hart,” Drystan exclaimed in exasperation, “You’re too naive! If you try to be polite to every random girl, you’re sending them a message that you’re interested in them. Soon, you’re going to have a dozen thirsty girls chasing you wherever you go.”
“Oh no,” Linhart replied sarcastically, “Being chased by cute Fighter girls! What a terrible fate!”
“You’re such a horny idiot, Hart.” he replied drily, “Just take out all that sexual energy on the Fighting field, okay?” freewebnovel.cσ๓
Linhart sighed. This was definitely a point they couldn’t agree on… but actually, taking his sexual energy out on girls on the Fighter’s field did sound like a more productive use of his energy that just fucking girls everywhere he went.
Linhart decided to pick up a few more spells as soon as he could in this world, and also to reconnect with as many of his girls as he could. To accomplish this he was first going to have to connect with a certain powerful friend of his.
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Commander Darla was tougher than he remembered her being. Perhaps because he and Drystan were standing here together, forcing her to switch between two application pages at once. She started by grilling Linhart and Drystan on their tardy arrival and looking them sternly up and down, seeming to dissect them with her eyes.
Linhart looked over at some of the notes that she had hastily scribbled on his page during the brief interview. Some of the notes he could make out included:
disheveled uniform, possibly from training with Xenia
sensual smell (pheromones?)
unwarranted erection, extra large (secret lovers with Freshman Pyrion?)
Linhart’s face reddened and he took a step away from Drystan. They were very friendly with each other, but they weren’t acting like lovers, were they?
“So Stratega Xenia is guiding the both of you privately?” she scowled, putting the finishing touches on their paperwork. “Don’t treat this as a means to slack off. The both of you are signing up to become Fighters, not bed-warmers. You’ll still have to go against the girls in the Year End Fights.”
“Yes, Commander Darla,” the two of them answered sharply and respectfully.
“Here are your scheduled courses. You’ve been entered in all the same courses, as per Stretega Xenia’s request. Head into the Dinner Hall and find a seat anywhere. The ceremony will begin shortly.”
Ugh, what a terrible woman! Linhart wasted no time in checking their scheduled courses. His and Drystan's were identical, reading:
7:00 AM - Anatomy
9:00 AM - Men’s Studies
11:00 AM - Hour of Mentoring
12:00 PM - Midday Meal
1:00 PM - Basic Armor Wearing and Usage
3:00 PM - Grappling / Wrestling 101
5:00 PM - Advanced Battle Tactics - Small Group with Stratega Xenia
Nothing had changed from the schedule he’d received in the previous time loop. Linhart hadn’t actually attended a lot of courses the last time around, so he still didn’t know what to expect from Men’s Studies and Hour of Mentoring. He was glad to see Drystan would be there with him, and hopefully Serapha would join them too.
Inside, the Dining Hall was filled with the raucous noise of hundreds of students socializing. It was the same cavernous hall as before, with circular tables arranged in a grid-like pattern. The dim lamps lighting each table added to the magical atmosphere. For students who were seeing it for the first time, it must have been like stepping into a different world.
After taking a few steps in, Linhart turned to his friend. “Okay, thanks for walking with me, Stan. I’ll see you at the morning courses tomorrow.”
“Wait, Hart,” Drystan exclaimed, “I thought we were going to sit together. You’re not leaving me by myself, are you?”
“Sorry, but I’ve got something very important to do, and I have to do it alone.” Linhart scanned the crowd in the darkened Dinner Hall. "I’m sure there’s someone here you know that you can sit with, isn’t there?”
“I don’t know anyone! C’mon Linhart don’t leave me here.”
Looking out across the crowd, Linhart saw a familiar face coming their way. “Oh look, here comes Poppy. Why don’t you sit with her?... " He waved and shouted at once to her, "Poppy! I’ve got to run, but Drystan needs someone to sit with him. Why don’t you introduce him to your friends?”
Shoving Drystan forward, the tall boy went tumbling right into her arms. Poppy, with a grin on her face accepted his fall with a big hug. Drystan gave Linhart a look of disgust, but before he could say a word Linhart had disappeared into the crowd of faces.
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It took Linhart some time to make his way to the front of the Dinner Hall where the staff and VIPs were seated. He was worried now that they would begin the ceremony before he had time to talk with the Stratega. He knew he had to speak to Octavia before the speeches started.
There she was, sitting at an intricate pentagonal table carved from a slab of marble. This was where the Stratega would all sit, if they were all present. As it were, there were three figures seated here, rigidly observing their surroundings, they were each looking aloof and superior to the rest of the staff who were seated on all sides. Linhart was surprised that he could just walk up and start talking with the highest Academic authorities at the Academy, but most students would probably want to avoid bothering the Stratega at all costs. Wasting their time is a good way to get kicked out, or worse…
“Stratega Octavia,” he declared, bowing low and sharply, “I have a message for you.”
Octavia looked exactly as she had when he’d first seen her. She was elegantly dressed in her deep purple robes with red flowers adorning the bodice. Her dark hair was combed out in voluminous curls and her sharp features and large glasses added to her air of sophistication.
“A freshman Fighter with a message for me?” she asked flatly, though he could see a hint of curiosity in her eyes, her tone indicated she would make him pay if he was playing a prank on her. “Well, what is it?”
“Forgive me, Stratega.” Linhart continued, looking over at the other two Stratega that were seated at the table with her, as well as the Magisters at the surrounding tables. “But the message is very sensitive. May I whisper it quietly to you?”
“Traa-la-la- Sounds like an old wizard’s trick,” The slender woman in dark robes laughed. The sound was like a tinkling bell. “Be aware, Octavia. This Fighter is going to cast a spell on you.”
Linhart assumed she must be the Mage Stratega of this timeline, though he’d never seen this woman before. The third guffawed a throaty laugh, though he said nothing. Only looking down at his hands, apparently not interested in joining the conversation. He was the only man at the table, and he was wearing the robes of the Healer Stratega. The three of them looked vaguely uncomfortable with each other, and an icy distance was kept between each of them. Octavia motioned for Linhart to approach.
He bowed once again, stepping forward until he was right at her side. Looking down at where the tall woman was seated, he was immediately thankful for the view. He could see straight down into the cleavage created by her low-cut toga and huge breasts. The lamplight played over her creamy mounds like they were glistening orbs. She was watching him, and seemed to appreciate his gaze. Her breasts swayed in front of him as she turned to face him.
He leaned closer and began whispering in her ear.
