Free Web NovelAll eyes were on Linhart as he and Serapha took to the stage.
“Please disrobe and stand perfectly straight, facing your peers.” Quintus ordered them. His tone left no room for argument.
Serapha’s mouth fell open, “What, you mean… we have to take off our clothes?”
Quintus gestured impatiently. “Of course, how else can we study the human body?” he replied, as though he were speaking to an imbecile. “We have to be able to see it.”
Linhart's heart was beating quicker, and the only thing that kept him moving was that he knew what to expect this time. He removed his red vest and pants, folding them neatly by the Magister’s desk, and stood there in only his shirt and green boxers. The Magister huffed, unhappy at his flawless presentation, which left him no opportunity to shame the boy.
Looking out across the crowd of faces, Linhart saw a lot of girls he recognized. In the front row, Giselle with her striking figure that could barely be contained by the freshman uniform was leering at him appraisingly. Nearby, a girl with the long black braid was staring at him unblinkingly. Farther back, he spotted a shapely girl in binder orange rocking back and forth. It was Thalia’s younger sister, Iris! But, she never mentioned being enrolled in this course?
A great many girls were leaning forward. They looked expectant. Were they looking at his underwear? It was hard to say, but being the target of so many eyes was causing his breath to speed up and… his manhood was hardening, much to his mortification. He could hear the whispers and giggles from all directions. He had to distract himself somehow.
Looking over at Serapha, he saw that she had not moved since climbing onto the stage. Her face flushed red and her hands were gripping her skirt tightly. Quintus would ostracize her if she couldn’t follow his simple instructions. He had to help her, this time they would succeed together. Stepping in front of her, he tried to get her attention with a gentle touch, his fingers brushed across her chest.
“I’m here with you, Sera,” he whispered, as his hands unbuttoned her shirt. The girl looked like she wanted to sink into the ground, but she didn’t resist as he pulled her shirt back down over her shoulders, revealing her pert breasts heaving on her skinny torso. Her nipples stiffened in the fresh morning air.
“Let’s get through this demonstration together, and show the Academy that we are strong, freshman Fighters.” he murmured to her encouragingly. Her eyes finally rose to meet his, and she nodded in silent agreement. “Thank you, Lin,” she replied in a low voice. “You’re too good to me.” He could hear the raw emotion rising up in her. Linhart gently pulled her hands away from her skirt, and then he unzipped it. The pleated skirt fell to the floor, revealing her gorgeous midsection and cute green panties. He patted her there on her wet spot and grinned.
“You look great. Nice and tight!”
“Thanks,” she laughed. Her eyes filled with lust now, and she reached for his underwear.
It was Quintus’ abrasive voice that brought them back from the intimate moment. They were standing half-naked in front of a crowd of students.
“And do all Fighters need help getting changed?” he quipped. His impatience was boiling over now. “I expected you Fighters to be better at following orders. Separate and stand up straight, then state your names to your peers.”
“We’re sorry, Magister,” he and Serapha replied, snapping to attention side by side.
“My name is Linhart Aetherion, and I am a freshman Fighter.” he belted out in his most official voice. Glancing over at Serapha, he hoped she would follow his lead.
“My name is Serapha Celer, and I am also a freshman Fighter.” she proclaimed, mirroring him.
The Magister nodded, as though satisfied, then continued to ignore them as he launched into a lecture on the human form. The focus of the lecture seemed to be the differences between boys and girls and their tolerance for energy surges. It all seemed familiar, until Quintus reached his lecturer’s table and instead of a bamboo rod, he retrieved a small pistol. The crowd murmured in excitement. Linhart’s skin began to crawl. He realized he had no idea what the Magister’s intention was with this weapon.
“Aha, who among you recognizes this weapon?”
A few hands shoot up, and a few not so sure guesses.
“It’s a flashgun…”
“A dueling sidearm…”
“It looks like an officer’s pistol.”
Then the dark-haired girl in the third row spoke.
“It’s a Veyr-Talon Mk. IV blastgun, Magister. Or at least it used to be.”
Her tone was cold and knowledgeable. He was reminded that she had been one of the girls who had raped Drystan and beat up Serapha.
But in this world, she had done neither yet. And Linhart was here to assure that it wouldn’t happen again. Quintus called on her to identify herself and repeat what she’d said. She did so, saying, “My name is Saya Kuroda, and I am a Freshman fighter. I said that it’s a Veyr-Talon Mk. IV blastgun,” she paused and then added, “But the original particle emitter’s been modified, so it functions as a flashgun, doesn’t it?”
The Magister’s eyebrows lifted.
“Very good, freshman.” he said, impressed, “Come down here and help with the demonstration.”
She rose confidently to her feet and walked with her shoulders back, to the stage. She smirked at Linhart as she passed by and a shiver went up his spine.
“As Freshman Saya has said, the particle output on this blastgun has been removed, leaving only the explosive burst of energy to flow out. A flash, you might say.” He handed the weapon to the girl, who held it in her hands with a casual confidence that comes with years of experience.
“Now, she will demonstrate the effect that such an energy burst has on the human body… ” The Magister’s voice remained level, even as a sinister smile spread across his lips. He turned back to the girl with the gun and gestured encouragingly, “Freshman Saya, choose one of the targets, boy or girl, and fire.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. Her hand came up and in a split second a beam of force struck Linhart right in the center of his green boxers.
“Ooooww!” he cried involuntarily. The blinding beam lasted less than a second before it faded, leaving only an after-image still glowing in his retinas. What he thought would be a life-altering shot to his genitals, left his body tingling but unharmed. The beam had penetrated his clothes and hit him full in the groin. Now, an aching sensation welled up in his balls, and Linhart found his penis twitching involuntarily.
A second shot pierced his white shirt, hitting him full in the chest, and Linhart felt a great pressure rise from inside his ribcage. His heart skipped a beat and his dick pulsed violently. He shuddered at the terrible realization that he was as backed up as he’d ever been and a powerful orgasm was forcing its way to the surface. He had to cum, his body was crying out for it… but he couldn’t do it here. Not in front of all these people.
“Hhggnnh…” he groaned lowdown, as he shoved the rising urge back down. His hands defended the tent that was being pitched in his underpants. Serapha, his white knight, saw his distress and jumped in front of him, holding her arms up like a human shield. Though she was much smaller than he was, her presence was enough to stop Saya from shooting a third round at him. Serapha muttered a curse at the girl with the gun, as she backed into him protectively. Her round behind pressed against his ultra-sensative dick, making him flinch.
Linhart fought to contain the sensation pulsing in his loins. Serapha's presence did not make it any easier. Her loose hair tickled his nose as she moved. Her soft muscular butt jiggled as it rubbed against his erection. A sensory overload was approaching, and he wanted nothing more than to grab her curvy body from behind and let it happen.
“Stop firing!” she shouted at the girl, “Can’t you see that you’ve injured him?”
Despite his struggle, Linhart couldn't help but admire her dedication to him. Serapha was so cute when she was fighting other girls for him.
“Aha, but is he injured?” Magister Quintus interjected with a demonic cackle. “We can all see that he is still standing, breathing, and though he is suffering discomfort, he is feeling no pain. Is that correct, Freshman Linhart?”
Linhart, still teetering on the edge of an embarrassing ejaculation gasped, “That’s right, but this discomfort… it’s too much for me!”
Saya had lowered the gun and was grinning mischievously. “May I shoot the girl as well?”
“No, I’d like the students to reflect first,” the Magister said smoothly, taking the gun from her hands as he ushered her back to her seat. “Now, can anyone tell me how a girl will react to the same energy blast that the boy has just endured?... Will she do better or worse? Will there be a difference at all?”
The question hung in the air as students buzzed among themselves.
“She’s not even going to feel it…”
“Of course, she’ll react better…”
“Maybe she’ll feel it more because she’s so skinny!...”
Most of the students agreed that Serapha would have higher tolerance, as girls are stronger than boys. Even the boys agreed with this logic. Quintus spun around to face the two, sending a quick shot right into Serapha’s lovely chest.
Serapha let out a deep pain-filled wail and dropped to the floor clutching her chest in agony. Linhart, still recovering from his ordeal, looked on in horror. Although she was not bleeding, the beam appeared to have incapacitated her completely. A red burn between her tits was the only sign that she’d been shot.
“Uuaaghh… fuck, I can’t breath…” she groaned.
“By the gods, Sera,” Linhart cursed, “Are you all right?”
Serapha was breathing regularly, but seemed to be suffering. Her eyes were closed and her arms splayed powerlessly to the side. Linhart sat beside his fallen friend, and lifted her head resting it in his lap. This pose was problematic, as her cheek now rested against his bulge, but Linhart tried to ignore his own issue to focus on hers.
“As you can see, the girl could not even withstand a single energy blast,” Quintus continued in a conversational tone, “Can anyone explain why this is?”
"Maybe the beams were different?...”
“Nah, it’s because she’s a little bitch!...”
“It looks like she just wanted a lap to rest on…”
Quintus held up a hand for silence and then continued. “No, the reason she could not withstand the beam is because females are prone to mana strain.”
He let the words float around the theater as a buzz of conversation rose up. Linhart watched the Magister expression as the confusion from the students rose. He looked as smug as a cat who’d eaten the canary. He was so obnoxious, but he knew more about the human body than anyone else at the Academy.
“Mana strain is a result of too much mana being stored up in the body. Since Fighters are unable to cast spells, they have no natural outlet to release an overload. It is an exploit that the wizards have been taking advantage of since the beginning of the war.”
Linhart listened to the Magister droning on as he tried to figure out how to help Serapha, he tried a few things. Remembering that his spit acted as a healing balm for physical injuries, he leaned over her naked torso and teased out a long string of spittle right onto her energy burn. His hands ran down her chest, massaging the flaming red circle on her sternum. Though it didn’t seem to relieve the mana strain, she responded well with loud sighs.
“Females experience mana strain much easier than males because their middle chamber, where the mana in the body is stored, is connected through wider channels with thinner walls. Mana Strain can result in increased sensitivity, faster body rhythms, and in severe cases… paralysis or death.”
Linhart was finding it hard to connect that clinical analysis with the girl he was touching. Was she paralyzed right now? She was just so sexy, lying helpless in his lap, and he couldn’t resist running his hands all over her chest. He traced her ribs outward to her sides and then pulled his hands upward and inward, squishing her petite boobs together until her erect nipples touched each other. His libido was driving him now, and he cupped her boobs massaging them like handfuls of dough. They fit perfectly in his hands, and as he squeezed them tight, Serapha buried her face in his boxers, stifling her yelps of pleasure in his crotch.
The students in the front row all seemed to notice the fun he was having with her, some of them looking on in amazement, but the rest of the room was still focused on Quintus’ drawn-out explanation. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"...Unlike females, males are thick walled with narrow channels in and out. With enough overflow, they will eventually experience mana strain, but are generally much more resilient than females."
“Now, are there any Fighter girls who doubt what they have seen and what I have said?” Quintus finally concluded. Most girls shook their heads, trusting him after what had happened to Serapha, but there was always someone foolhardy enough to challenge the Magister.
This time it was Giselle.
“I can withstand mana strain better than any man,” the stunning blonde bombshell proclaimed. She rose to her feet. Standing taller than most in the room, her body looked like it was built to absorb damage. Her copper skin shone and her arm, leg, and stomach muscles all flexed with raw strength as she stepped onto the stage. Her boobs were practically busting out of her top with her every breath.
“My name is Giselle Magnus, and I am a freshman Fighter.”
“Very well, freshman,” Quintus said warily, sounding like he was unsure himself what the outcome of the demonstration would be. “Disrobe and we will see if you fare as well as that boy over there, or if you end up like that girl.”
