After his earlier ordeals, Quinn harbored deep distrust toward the entire academy. He especially feared the food might be laced with who-knows-what.
Even when Kylie dragged him into the cafeteria and he saw what looked like an ordinary school dining hall, albeit with extravagantly decorated walls and ceilings, his unease lingered.
Fortunately, the dishes seemed normal: Simple rice paired with steaming, savory entrees. The chefs' skills, however, were extraordinary. Just the aroma convinced Quinn their craft surpassed any five-star kitchen. Each dish burst with color, scent, and flavor, impossible to ignore.
"Are you eating or not? If you don't, I've got leftover fava beans," Kylie said, perched on a corner chair. She eyed Quinn's hesitation with a smile, pulling a bag of beans from her chest.
The memory of those eerie beans made Quinn wary of trying them again, but he remained skeptical of the food before him.
Kylie popped a piece of meat into her mouth, chewing as she mumbled, "Relax, it's just regular food. Just trust me, because I don't want to wake up tomorrow next to a stranger instead of my roommate."
With that, she dove into her meal, seemingly lost in its flavors.
Her words reassured Quinn enough to try a small bite of crisp green bamboo shoot. The fresh, crunchy texture exploded on his tongue. It was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.
Better yet, no strange effects followed, just pure, overwhelming flavor. If anything, he felt energized and his mind getting sharper.
As Quinn dug into the food, he missed the subtle smirk curling Kylie's lips.
"I only promised no aphrodisiacs," she murmured to herself. "Didn't say anything about other stuff." She jabbed her chopsticks with sudden force, her mood souring. "Ugh, what's the academy up to? Such a tight schedule forced me to resort to this."
She'd specifically asked the cafeteria to lace his food with a massive dose of vitality elixir. "It'll make his body hypersensitive," she thought smugly. "No way he'll score high like that." Her plan filled her with quiet confidence.
They finished eating quickly. Since the afternoon's physical test was for boys only, Kylie couldn't tag along.
"See you tonight at the dorm. Us girls have our own activities," she said, waving as she left the cafeteria, heading in another direction.
Kylie wasn't alone. Other female freshmen streamed the same way.
New to the academy, Quinn hadn't befriended any male freshmen. He walked to the gymnasium alone.
The trek from the cafeteria wasn't short. Even at his brisk pace, it took half an hour, and he arrived slightly winded. Some boys already hunched over, hands on knees, gasping for air, sweat beading on their foreheads, clearly exhausted.
"Seriously, a campus this huge and no transport?" Quinn grumbled under his breath.
As he muttered, an uneasy feeling prickled his skin, like someone's eyes locked onto him. He scanned the area and soon spotted a senior girl in a pale purple princess dress, her long hair flowing, standing in a grove near the gymnasium entrance. Nearly half her pale, full chest spilled out of her dress, and she wore black-framed glasses.
When she noticed his gaze, she waved casually.
Quinn meant to look away. He had no desire to tangle with senior girls here. The morning's lessons still stung, likely unforgettable for months.
The girl pulled out a faint golden mirror, seemingly touching up her makeup. Quinn didn't think much of it.
Moments later, a glint stung his eyes. He turned and saw her angling the mirror toward him, its surface catching the light.
"Hey, what the—?" Quinn's limbs betrayed him, moving toward her against his will.
He fought desperately to regain control, but his body ignored him, trailing her steps into a pavilion at the grove's center.
She sat on a stone bench, her slender, pale legs bent and draped over another seat, her body leaning against a pillar. Her eyes fixed on him.
"Hi, Quinn. I'm a year above you, and I'm the president of the Detective Club and Beauty Society. Call me Laini."
Quinn stood rigid, like a zombie, panic rising as his body refused to obey. "Laini, is this your doing? What do you want?"
Laini flicked her fingers, as if pulling invisible strings. Quinn lurched forward, stopping right before her.
Her figure filled his view, drawing his eyes irresistibly. A rich, creamy scent hit his nose, stirring his senses. His body reacted, hardening below.
"Oh my, Quinn, so eager already? Knowing how much effort I put into finding you, are you offering your dear senior a sweet reward? I'll gladly accept."
Against his will, Quinn watched himself undo his pants. His erection sprang free, its thick tip and veined length standing proud in the open air.
"Looks like you brought quite the gift," Laini purred. "I'm not one to hold back, so don't you either." She shifted into a more provocative pose, parting her pale legs to reveal a delicate, almost artistic slit.
Her skin glowed impossibly fair, exuding a faint, sweet fragrance. As she spoke, she nudged the glasses on her nose with a finger.
"No, no, Laini, I didn't mean to…!" Quinn's hands, beyond his control, glided up and down her pale legs as he stammered in panic.
The silky warmth under his palms sent his mind freezing. Laini's full lips parted, releasing a soul-stealing moan, her cheeks flushed with cherry-red patches. Quinn's erection swelled harder in response.
At some point, the mirror in her hand vanished. A faint pink glow shimmered in the depths of her eyes.
"I heard all about you, Quinn. Even Director Bennie couldn't stop praising you." Her hand closed around his shaft, stroking it with featherlight care.
Her cool touch sent shivers through him. Quinn's body bent forward, his lips, against his will, kissed her flawless legs. His body quivered faintly.
Her strokes quickened. Each time her fingers grazed the ridge of his tip, a sensation unlike anything he'd felt before surged through him, as if countless lips kissed every vein and pulse of his length.
"Seems you're eager to surprise me. It'd be rude of me to refuse such enthusiasm, wouldn't it?"
She reclined on the wide bench, parting her pale legs. The hidden beauty between them lay bare before him, an invitation as eager as a zealous host awaiting a guest.
"No, Laini, please, stop!" Quinn didn't know why his body betrayed him, but he suspected her handiwork. His hand gripped the base of his shaft, its tip inching toward her slit. He thrashed inwardly, desperate to resist.
It did no good.
His tip brushed her delicate folds, rubbing back and forth. The soft, pink lips quivered, like wanton lovers eagerly welcoming him.
The mere contact sent tremors through him. His shaft grew stone-hard, radiating heat. A primal urge welled within, urging him to plunge into the supple body before him, to let his rod run wild inside her.
With a slick, audible squelch, he entered her.
Her tight walls clamped around him. Laini swayed her full hips, matching his rhythm as if to coax her younger peer deeper.
"Nngh!" Quinn's teeth ground together, nearly cracking, but his body pressed on, beyond his command. His hips thrust slowly, his shaft delving into her depths.
Every inch of her seemed alive, writhing against him.
A single thrust shattered his restraint. He threw his head back, screaming as waves of pleasure threatened to drown his sanity.
Laini wasn't content with just this. Her hands gently wrapped around Quinn's back, pulling him down until he sank into her embrace.
They looked like secret lovers stealing a moment in the secluded pavilion. But who could know that Quinn was teetering on the edge of insanity, overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding his mind? Under Laini's control, his shaft thrust deep into her, her inner walls greedily caressing every inch of him.
Suddenly, her legs hooked around his waist.
Though those slender limbs seemed delicate, they locked him in place with surprising strength. The soft skin of her inner thighs rubbed against his sides, while her full breasts pressed tightly against his chest.
To Quinn's shock, he regained a flicker of control. Instinct screamed to pull free from the terrifying haven between her legs.
But her tightness gripped him like a vice, unrelenting. Warm pulses teased his tip, and every ridge inside her felt like a tongue, kissing and licking his entire length.
Even withdrawing an inch sent devastating pleasure through him. Clear fluid seeped from his tip, his shaft trembling wildly.
Each time he clenched his teeth and pulled back, her slick legs forced him deeper into her, their bodies colliding with a sharp slap.
Slap, slap, slap.
The crisp sounds echoed through the grove. Laini's firm, pale hips slammed against him, as if urging his balls to release their thick cum.
Her fingers trailed along his spine, leaving electric tingles that made him shudder. Each stroke sent sparks racing to his brain.
The mix of numbing pleasure and overwhelming sensation muddled his thoughts. His shaft, half-coerced, ravaged her exquisite form.
"Quinn, don't hold back. Let it go. My body's starving for you," Laini whispered into his ear, her moans laced with filthy promises.
Her words broke him. A jolt shot through his lower back, his body locking up. He tried to pull out, driven by instinct.
But Laini gave no quarter. Her legs tightened, forcing him deeper until his shaft buried itself in her core.
The crushing tightness and something writhing against his tip overwhelmed him. His mind went blank, his eyes rolling back, pupils lost in a haze of ecstasy.
A primal roar tore from him, driven by mindless need.
Thick, white release surged into her depths, not a drop escaping. Her walls clenched and pulsed, milking him relentlessly.
"Ah! No wonder Director Bennie praised you," Laini gasped, clutching him tightly, her body pressed against his. "So good!! Your essence is filling me up! I could keep you like this forever."
For ten full minutes, Quinn's release didn't stop, pouring into her without pause.
Oddly, aside from a pale complexion, he felt no weakness; no shrinking of his frame.
"Oh my, seems we made too much noise and caught the attention of those pesky Disciplinary Committee types," Laini said with a sultry glance to her right, her cheeks still flushed.
She leaned close to Quinn's ear. "Good boy, Quinn. Your senior will be waiting for you at the Detective and Beauty Clubs. As for this soul-stealing memory, let's wipe it clean for now. I can't have you too scared to step into our clubrooms."
With that, she released him. His unconscious body slumped gently onto a nearby chair. She even took care to dress him in sharper, more stylish clothes, her hand softly patting his cheek before she reluctantly left.
"Ugh, I devoured so much already, so why am I still hungry, you little tease?" Laini muttered as she walked away, her hand slipping into her pants. Her fingers dipped into her slit, moving in and out until a sharp moan escaped her, followed by a gush that soaked her thighs.
"Where am I?" Quinn stirred, his body heavy with exhaustion yet strangely buzzing with lingering pleasure.
The sensation outstripped even the time Director Bennie and her trio had wrung him dry. He glanced down, noticing his new outfit. "I remember… a senior named Laini called me here, but what happened after?" he mumbled, rubbing his head. His memory of what followed was a blank. He only found a vague sense of exhilaration mixed with dread.
"Student Quinn, please hurry to the gymnasium for the physical fitness test."
Before he could piece it together, a faintly familiar female voice rang out from the gymnasium's dedicated speakers.
"Crap, the test's starting!" Quinn shoved his confusion aside and bolted toward the gym.
The sting of missing the opening ceremony was lesson enough. He wasn't about to skip the physical test too.