Even after munching on some fava beans, Quinn felt no relief. Being wrung dry repeatedly would exhaust anyone.
"Let's grab some food, my dear Quinn." The opening ceremony had just ended, and Kylie pressed her soft curves against him, whispering so into his ear.
Thanks to those earlier ordeals, this level of teasing fazed Quinn with the power of only a light drizzle. But when Kylie's hand slid to his waist, pulling him close with surprising strength, a headache crept in.
"All male freshmen, please report to the gymnasium at 1:30 p.m. for a physical fitness test. I repeat, all male freshmen to the gymnasium at 1:30 p.m." A sultry female voice echoed through the school's speakers.
In an instant, the sound pierced Quinn's eardrums, striking his nerves like a bolt.
"Come here, little boy. I have got something sweet for you. Want a taste of something special?"
A chorus of seductive voices swirled in his ears. Through a haze, Quinn glimpsed five or six naked girls sprawled on the grass before him, posing provocatively. His body reacted instantly, his shaft hardening at an alarming speed.
Then, he felt someone undo his pants. A soft mouth kissed its way up his now-rigid length, while countless hands gripped him, stroking in sync with the tender lips. Worse, it seemed someone lay between his legs, their tongue flicking at his sensitive core with icy, wet precision.
The sensation froze him stiff, his eyes wide, low growls escaping his throat. The kisses quickened, and he sensed two lithe bodies pressing against his chest and back, their full curves rubbing every inch of him.
"Hey!"
Kylie's sharp shout snapped him out of it. Blinking, Quinn realized no sultry figures surrounded him. He stood dazed on the field, his erection straining painfully against his pants.
"What the hell was that? If it was a dream, it felt too real. One second later, and Kylie's voice might not have stopped me from losing it," Quinn thought, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed he wasn't alone in this trance. Many male freshmen still lingered on the field, frozen like statues. Some had already succumbed, their pants stained with thick cum. Their roommates, far from repulsed, knelt between their legs, tugging down trousers and nibbling at their lengths as if savoring a treat.
Moans from male and female freshmen alike filled the air, creating a lewd atmosphere.
Fortunately, a fair number of male freshmen snapped out of it in time. Or perhaps they never fell under the broadcast's spell to begin with. With their roommates' urging, they hurried off the field.
Before Quinn could muster a thank you, Kylie pressed herself against him, her arms wrapping tightly around his body. This time, her full breasts grazed his chest, teasingly soft. Still reeling from the phantom seductresses, his erection hadn't subsided, and it now pressed firmly against her stomach.
A tingling jolt shot through him from the contact. Quinn froze, terrified that even the slightest shift would push him over the edge. Climaxing on the field, in front of everyone, was a mortifying thought.
A tongue flicked across his forehead, accompanied by a lewd moan. The bead of sweat hadn't even reached his temple before Kylie licked it away.
Thankfully, she released him a moment later. Quinn exhaled in relief, quickly stepping back from the dangerous girl. "That was too close. One more second, and I'd have lost it," he thought, his heart pounding.
But Kylie ran her pink tongue along her lips, her eyes narrowing as she smirked at him. "Thanks for the treat. Every drop in you will be mine eventually."
Her words sent a chill through him, though he couldn't pinpoint why.
"Uh, about that physical test this afternoon? Why only male freshmen?" Quinn blurted, desperate to change the subject to avoid whatever Kylie might pull next.
To his surprise, Kylie looked just as puzzled. "I have no idea. Normally, physical tests happen during the first gym class."
Though a freshman like him, Kylie clearly knew more about the academy's inner workings. Quinn nodded vaguely, unsure of the reasoning himself. Yet, the unease gnawing at his gut grew stronger.
"Ugh, what's the academy playing at? This totally screws up my plans," Kylie muttered, kicking at the grass with her pink-shoed foot, visibly annoyed.
Quinn had no clue what her "plans" entailed, but his instincts screamed they weren't good.
"Whatever, let's eat!" Kylie decided abruptly, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the cafeteria before he could respond.
The mention of food brought back memories of those strange fava beans, and his legs wobbled inexplicably.
When they reached the cafeteria, Quinn realized his idea of luxury had been far too modest. The building loomed six stories high, modeled after a Western castle. Its outer walls glittered with extravagant decorations. Diamonds worth millions, by Quinn's estimate, were casually embedded in the facade, looking like they could be pried off with a nudge.
"No matter what, I can't let you ace that physical test this afternoon. But an hour and a half? That's nowhere near enough time," Kylie whispered, her voice low and fraught with frustration.
Quinn caught only fragments of her words, too muffled to make out. Curiosity got the better of him. "What're you talking about?"
Kylie shook her head firmly. "Nothing. Let's go in."
Before he could press further, she yanked him forward, forcing him into the cafeteria.