Splash, boing, splash, boing
The sound of Melli’s thick gelatinous thighs slapping each other with each step echoed through the hallway to the cafeteria.
Melli had the thickest thighs Xavier had ever seen. Paired with a short skirt, her ass jiggled like a pair of oversized water balloons. Xavier held back the urge to smack that ass with all his grit.
They entered the cafeteria to find Elena sitting at a table, waving at them and gesturing for them to join her.
Xavier introduced Melli and Elena, then left to fix himself a plate from the variety of selections available at the buffet. By the time he got back, Elena and Melli were sitting side by side, chatting away like old friends.
Xavier took his seat in front of them.
"So you went for enchantments?" asked Elena.
"Yes, that’s where I met Melli," said Xavier.
After their lunch, Melli returned to her dorms at Dawncrest, as she didn’t have any more lectures planned for the day, leaving Elena and Xavier at the cafeteria doors.
"Are you into gelkins?" asked Elena as she noticed Xavier’s eyes fixed on Melli’s ass as she left.
"What!? I mean, not particularly. It just... it looked soft. I don’t know," said Xavier, a little taken aback by the suddenness of the question.
"I see," said Elena as she took Xavier’s hand and pressed it against her breast. His fingers sank into her soft flesh as their eyes locked on each other.
Xavier instinctively pulled back, aware of his surroundings. They were standing in the middle of the hallway and could easily be seen by anyone.
"What are you doing?" asked Xavier.
"Was it soft?" asked Elena.
"What is with this all of a sudden?" asked Xavier.
"I told you I’d help with your arousal triggers. If you like it soft, tell me. Was it soft? Did you like it?" asked Elena.
"I mean, yes, it was soft. I liked it," said Xavier.
"Good then. If you can uncover something about the clue I gave you, I will let you touch them more," said Elena as she turned.
"Now I’m going to attend imperial history. See you back at the dorms," said Elena as she left.
’The audacity of this girl,’ thought Xavier as he stood there for a second, reliving the feeling in his hand.
’They were super soft though,’ thought Xavier to himself before moving on to attend the next lecture for the day.
Advanced swordsmanship was one of the free-to-choose lectures, but not for Xavier. His father had told him some subjects he must attend while in the academy. This was one of them.
He made his way out of the main building to the southern part of the academy grounds, where training arenas and barracks covered almost the whole of the southern area for a variety of practical lessons, be it magical warfare or swordsmanship.
He reached his intended grounds and entered the building where a muscular man in light armor stood in front of the students. He waited a few more minutes for the students to gather before speaking.
"My name is Instructor Peter Alhound. I will be responsible for teaching you all advanced swordsmanship." Instructor Peter continued the introduction for the subject as a hand rose among the students present.
"Sir, from what I know, to attend this subject one must clear basic and intermediate swordsmanship first." As the instructor nodded in agreement, the student continued.
"Then why is a freshman present here?" the student asked.
Xavier’s eyes shifted to the student asking the question, and he couldn’t help but stare at what he saw.
A tall, voluptuous bovinekin with cow ears and two small curved horns emerging from her head. Her body was clad in light armor covering her shoulders and arms, her enormous bust stretching the fabric tightly. Half her hair was brown and the other half silver, the same combination reflected in her eyes, giving her an exotic look.
"I see your confusion," said Instructor Peter, as all of the students present were third-years or above—all except Xavier, the only freshman present.
"Xavier Drakenfell, why don’t you clear her doubt?" said Instructor Peter.
"I took intermediate swordsmanship in my entrance exam," said Xavier, his eyes still fixed on the cowgirl as she stared back with light amusement at his response.
Students could pick the subject for the entrance exam, and Instructor Peter was the one who had conducted Xavier’s exam, so he well knew about Xavier and his skill level.
"Now, if there are no more questions, pick your sword and find a partner for practice. Miss AraBelle, why don’t you partner up with Xavier?" said Instructor Peter.
AraBelle agreed, and the students quickly formed pairings.
AraBelle walked up to Xavier.
"I’m AraBelle Holstein, third year, rank 52," said AraBelle.
Xavier then introduced himself as rank 2 of the freshmen.
"You should go and get dressed in light armor before we begin," advised AraBelle. To her surprise, Xavier listened and came back wearing similar light armor covering his shoulders and arms.
"We will keep it light today, practicing up to the 6th form of the Imperial Sword Art technique," said the instructor as the class began.
Xavier and AraBelle got into a duel. AraBelle took it easy on him at first, underestimating him, but when she couldn’t gain an upper hand she stopped holding back. After some time had passed and everyone else had stopped their practice duels, sweating and panting in heavy breaths,
AraBelle and Xavier kept going. AraBelle still tried to find an upper hand while Xavier gave her no opening, overwhelming her with every move. Though his eyes were mostly fixed on the way her breasts swayed with each move, each parry, each dodge—her breasts bounced, her ass jiggled. AraBelle didn’t notice that Xavier’s gaze was fixed on her body rather than her blade.
By the time they stopped, AraBelle had stopped underestimating Xavier and was genuinely impressed by his endurance and skill.
"Nice spar. Sorry for underestimating you earlier," said AraBelle as she held out her hand for a makeup handshake. She had thought Xavier was one of those arrogant nobles who had talent but were mannerless. When he proved her wrong, his impression changed in her eyes.
"It’s fine. You were also amazing," said Xavier as he took her hand in a handshake, closing the distance between them and taking a closer look at her heterochromic eyes. AraBelle didn’t step back. She was stuck where she stood, dazed in her own thoughts.
’Why does this guy suddenly look so charming?’ thought AraBelle.
AraBelle’s uncensored art is available on my discord: .gg/46RzQWVvsR