Finally, it is that time of the month when I can leave this hellish place known as the hunters' academy and take a break in my real home. I'm sick and tired.
I need to feed, and I need to fuck.
I need my home, my mother, and my futa slaves.
The past three weeks were hell on earth for me. I had to watch my back every single second.
All because of one little blonde stalker who tried everything in her power to have me spill out some words of my 'shared past' with Morgana.
I have no idea what was wrong with Jane, but she was like a dog with a bone; she wouldn't let it go. She even asked the academy to let her be my roommate or change her room to be next to mine.
Luckily, her request was denied. I paid a ton of money to the academy for a solo room.
Still, that didn't stop her from following me around like a lovesick puppy. The bitch was everywhere I went. The dining hall, the training grounds, the library, even the damn bathroom!
I'm pretty sure she's the reason why my food tastes like shit and my clothes are always wet.
The only thing I enjoyed in this godforsaken place was the bathroom's secret gloryhole.
It was the only reliable source of protein in this wasteland of lectures and theories. A little hole in the wall, a bit of secretive magic, and a steady stream of stressed-out upperclassmen looking for a release. They got their pleasure, and I got my semen. A fair trade, and at least that didn't talk.
At least that didn't say "Nana-chan, why did you say Morgana again?" in that annoying, suspicious, overly-friendly-but-not-really voice of Jane's.
Honestly, I preferred anonymous dicks over blonde stalkers with detective complexes. I like Jane; she was my friend, but lately I really wanted to punch her in the face.
"Haa!..." I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of the stall door, exhaling slowly through my nose.
"Three weeks," I muttered. "Three. Fucking. Weeks."
Three weeks of dodging, weaving, lying, eating tasteless cafeteria disasters while Jane sat across from me like a hawk watching a wounded rabbit. Three weeks of pretending I didn't hear her breathing outside the shower stalls like some creepy pervert.
Three weeks of wearing my exhausted, 'academically stressed and innocent student' mask while simultaneously counting the seconds until I could run home and bury my face between my mother's massive tits and cry about my suffering.
…Or bury myself in Greska.
Or Shae.
Or both.
Mother is definitely hogging them. That traitor. That magnificent spider slut.
"Fuck this place," I hissed. "I'm going home. I'm going home, and I'm going to drain Greska's balls until she faints."
A knock sounded against the stall wall.
Tap… tap… tap.
"!!!" My whole body went still. Slowly, a grin stretched across my lips.
"Well, well," I whispered, leaning forward as the little hole opened up and the familiar, thick shape pushed through. "Don't mind if I take a goodbye snack."
In the past three weeks, I managed to collect enough cum to sustain my needs and have some extra for my mother.
She asked me for some samples so she could try to give birth to tiny spiders with magical abilities. As a former hunter, my mother, Nora, has a great understanding of the synergy between the different types of abilities, and if she managed to get her hands on some high-quality sperm, she might create something truly unique.
So, with practiced efficiency, I got to work. My tongue slid out reflexively.
But then—
Step! Step!
Footsteps echoed into the bathroom.
Light. Sharp. Purposeful.
"!!!" My blood froze, recognizing these footsteps instantly. I could recognize them anywhere. I've been hearing them every day.
"Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me."
"Na~na~chan?!" Jane's voice sang out like a demon wearing a cute outfit. "Are you in heeere~?"
Motherfucker.
Why was she everywhere? Did she install a tracking system in my underwear? Did she bribe the janitors? Was she sniffing my goddamn socks?
I snapped upright like a threatened cat, nearly choking on my own spit.
"Occupied!" I barked, pressing my hands against the stall door. "VERY occupied! Like medically occupied!"
Jane hummed. Hummed. As if she didn't just ruin my perfectly good blowjob.
"Oh, okay. I'll wait."
"You'll what!?"
A light tap of heels. She stationed herself right outside my stall.
The dick on the other side of the gloryhole twitched nervously, as if wondering why the sucking didn't start.
Sadly for both of us, my mood was ruined.
So I smacked it, hard.
The poor thing recoiled with a yelp I could hear through the wall, swiftly pulling away. The little hole slid shut.
'Good. I had bigger problems.' I slammed both palms against my face before taking a deep breath.
"Great. Fantastic. Perfect. The universe really is out to get me," I seethed, trying to force myself calm.
However, how could I keep calm when a stalker was standing outside the door like a bathroom attendant?
"Nana-chan," Jane tried again, voice too soft, too sweet, too fake. "I just wanted to talk to you about—"
"No," I said it fast, hard. In the same tone you'd use to swat a dog trying to hump your leg.
"But—"
"No."
"..." A small pause.
"…Did you say 'medically occupied'?"
'AHHHH!!!' I wanted to scream. 'Why can't she take a hint?'
I pressed my forehead against the cold, graffiti-etched metal of the stall, letting the chill seep through my skin before I completely lost my mind.
"Jane," I said slowly, carefully, like I was explaining quantum physics to a toddler with a concussion, "I am taking a shit."
"..."
The silence that followed was personally offensive.
Then—
"…No, you're not."
"What do you MEAN 'no, you're not!?'" I snapped my head up so fast I almost cracked my skull on the door.
"I know your bathroom habits," she said matter-of-factly. "You don't poop at school."
"Gasp!!" I made an inhuman sound. "WHY do you know that!?"
"Because I've been observing you closely."
"STOP OBSERVING ME CLOSELY!" I shrieked, almost losing my mind. Wrong— I did lose it.
"Not until you stop lying, Nana-chan." Her tone shifted. It dropped the fake sweetness. Now it was sharp. Steel wrapped in cotton. "Nana-chan… you've been acting strange ever since the red gate incident. And you said her name. Twice."
Her name.
Morgana.
I felt my stomach twist—frustration, panic, annoyance, hunger, and also the strong desire to bash Jane's skull into the nearest sink all swirled together like emotional soup.
"I didn't say anything about the red gate," I snapped back. "It was about my in-game guild member. You heard wrong. You always hear wrong. Your ears are broken. Go get them checked."
"Haa!.." Jane leaned down.
I heard it.
That quiet shift of weight. That exhale. Her face was right next to the crack of the stall door.
'Help me!'
"Nana," she whispered. "I know you're hiding something."
No fucking shit.
"And I know it's about her."
Double no fucking shit.
"..." I closed my eyes. Counted to three, then opened them again.
Mom always said: If you can't lie, misdirect. If you can't misdirect, seduce. If you can't seduce, run.
Well.
Couldn't lie, she can detect it.
Couldn't misdirect with the way she was sniffing around me like a bloodhound with abandonment issues. Seduction was off the table… mostly because I wasn't in the mood to seduce her and she doesn't have a cock, so no semen to collect.
So that left—
RUN!
"Jane," I said sweetly. "I need you to take a step back."
"Why?"
"Because I'm about to sprint out of this bathroom like the devil himself is chasing me, and I'd hate to break your nose on the way out."
Before she could respond, I unlocked the stall—
Click. BAAM!
—and kicked the door outward with the full force of a woman who'd had enough.
"WAAH—!" It slammed into Jane's face with a beautiful, satisfying THUD.
I didn't even look. I just bolted.
Skirt flying, tits and bag bouncing, feet slapping against the tile as I launched myself out of the bathroom like a horny pink missile desperate to escape hell.
Behind me, I heard her groan.
"N… Nana…!"
I didn't stop. I didn't slow down. I didn't breathe.
I tore through the hallway, pushing past confused students who leaped out of my way, cursing loudly as I sprinted like a fugitive escaping a prison transport.
"FUCK THIS ACADEMY!" I screamed. "I'M GOING HOME!"
Home. Mother, Anna, Greska, and Shae.
Real food. Real sex. Real privacy... and absolutely zero blonde stalkers named Jane.
"Haah!..." I didn't slow down until I reached the main gates—those big, stupid metal slabs engraved with the academy's proud motto:
"Honor, Duty, Purity."
"Yeah, right." I spat on the floor.
"Honor my ass. Duty my tits. Purity my clit."
With one final push, I shoved the gates open so hard they banged against the walls with a thunderous CLANG. A handful of students jumped at the noise, but I didn't give a single microscopic fuck.
"Ahh~... freedom, fresh air, and a direct path home. Maybe I'll even find a random handsome man on the way to drain his balls and take a little souvenir home for mother."