Evren felt the world materializing around him. It was an uncomfortable sensation, like staring into a bright light, or hearing a voice speaking while inside a dream. He was waking up, but he couldn’t remember falling asleep.
What was happening to him? The last thing he could recall was the student dance and the hall of records. Where had all these people come from?
He stumbled a step forward, and he became aware that he’d bumped into someone.
“Whoa, are you all right young man? Can you hear me?…”
The woman’s voice was gentle and concerned. He felt a strong set of arms wrap around him, beneath his arms, hugging his chest and preventing him from falling.
When his vision came into focus, he saw that it was a woman, dressed in the robes of a magister. She had auburn hair and stood nearly as tall as he.
Wait a minute, this was that pretty Magister that he’d met that morning, though her appearance had changed drastically. Her hair was longer, and her body was somehow more toned. The robe she wore was sleeveless and low-cut, giving him a clear view of her bulging arm and shoulder muscles. Her robes were outrageously tight around her bust and hips.
“Clear some space! This young man is fainting,” she ordered, dragging his body over to a nearby bench and gently eased him down. They were outdoors, under a bright morning sun, gathered at a location that Evren soon recognized as one of the many Sky Ferry landing sites, just outside the Nexus. He was surrounded by a group of student onlookers. All of them were freshman girls, and they all were crowding around with looks of concern on their faces.
Even more confusing was the outfit that he had on. Looking down, he saw he was wearing a pair of red shorts, a white short-sleeved button-up, with a pair of black socks and shoes on his feet. The freshman uniform.
“What’s going on, how did I get here?” he asked, trying to stand up again, but the woman maintained a tight grip, holding him in place, not letting him move from the spot.
“You just got off the Ferry,” one student spoke up.
“Maybe he’s got air sickness?” another student suggested helpfully.
“I wasn’t on the Ferry,” he stated, all at once becoming aware that he was surrounded by girls. He was the only boy here and they were all looking at him so closely. He sat up straight and self-consciously said, “I was at the Dance Hall and the Hall of Records…”
The pretty magister looked at him doubtfully, and her hands, which hadn’t left him yet, rotated his head from left to right, as if inspecting him for injury. In the process, she started calling orders to the other students.
“All freshmen, please follow Senior Caster Darla. She’ll be taking you on a tour of the Nexus and will help you get settled in.”
“Yes, Magister Florent,” a dark-haired girl wearing a pair of battle glasses acknowledged, saluting her. “You heard the Magister, all freshmen come with me.”
The magister was already pushing Evren down into a reclining position. Her strong hands continued applying pressure on his shoulders, and her eyes told him that he’d better lie down if he didn’t want any trouble.
“But what about him? He’s in our group.”
“Never mind about the boy,” the girl wearing the glasses snapped. He’d never heard a caster girl talk so rough. She spoke with a manly edge to her words, shouting like a fighter at the freshmen. “Today is your first day of learning, and we’ve got lots of ground to cover. Now let’s get moving.”
As the dozen or so students walked away, he overheard one of them complain, “Awww… we lost the only boy in the group.”
“There’ll be older boys to ogle along the way, freshmen,” the strict senior said, this time with a hint of understanding in her voice. “And a few of you will be sleeping next to a boy by the end of the day.”
The group’s excited questions faded as they walked towards the Nexus.
The young magister, Florent, was running her hands through his hair as if she were checking for bumps, bruises, or… what was she looking for? Her hands were soft, even though her touch was firm and precise.
“You’re going to stay here until you feel better, all right freshman? What’s your name?”
“I’m Evren Veylor. Magister Florent, I’m feeling very strange right now…”
A look of recognition came over her face when he said his name, and it looked like she was about to tell him something, then changed her mind.
“Stay calm,” she said gently, she leaned over him until her face was close to his. So close that he felt a bit uncomfortable. He could see the hazel highlights in her eyes. She didn’t seem to mind the intimate feeling that was developing. Her voice was low and soft now.
“We’ll get you checked out. Senior Nadia, could you please run over to the Healer station at the North wall of the Nexus? Tell them we have a disoriented freshman; a freshman boy.”
“I will, Magister Florent,” a second girl, who was heavy-set with a huge chest, called back, before breaking into a run, heading towards the northern wall. She had been the last student left at the ferry landing, leaving Evren alone with the magister.
The woman’s hands had moved down from his hair and was now rubbing his shoulders. She was still standing, bent over at the hips and, in doing so, her ample bosom fell forward and was dangling just in front of his face.
“I think there’s something wrong with me,” he said slowly, watching her tits jiggle within the confines of her top. Her neckline was low enough that they were threatening to spill out.
“You’re just a little mixed up, Evren,” she murmured. Her tone had become even lower; more sultry. “Tell me a little about yourself.”
“Umm… I’m the fourth child in a family of eight. I’m a caster, just starting my junior year at the Academy.”
“No, Evren,” she corrected him. “You’re starting your freshman year. Junior means you’ve been here for a year already.”
“... I have been here for a year already.”
The woman’s hands slowed in their movement over her shoulders, and she changed the subject smoothly, saying, “I know your sister, Winifred. She’s a friend of mine, one of the top ranked casters in our year.”
Her hands had moved to his biceps, which she was kneading with enthusiasm. Her arm stretching across his chest kept rubbing against his shirt.
“She’s told me a lot about you, Evren. Asked me to keep an eye on you… to keep you safe.” the magister’s eyes were looking agitated now, and Evren couldn’t help but notice her elbow pressing harder into his chest as her fingers dug into his arm. Her tits were swinging like pendulums from the rhythm of her movements, and Evren felt his body start to react.
“Uhhn, Magister,” he said with as much calmness as he could muster, “My body’s starting to feel weird. Could you stop for a minute, please?”
The magister stopped, but her eyes had widened and her breathing had become erratic. “But you’re still very confused, Evren. I know, I’ll cast a ‘clarity’ spell on you while we wait for the healer to arrive.”
She didn’t wait for him to nod or give his permission. She just kneeled down in front of him and ran her hands up the sides of his head and into his thick black hair. This time, the body contact was much less subtle. She draped her chest down over his own. A small thrill ran through him, as he watched her round breasts touch down and spread across his chest. He felt his privates swell and he had to look away or lose control. He looked up into her eyes.
“Why did Winifred talk about me? She barely knows I exist,” he said to this fantastic magister. Her thumbs were on his temples, and she was applying enough pressure for it to be uncomfortable. A look of amusement came over her face. When she smiled, her lovely cheeks dimpled.
“Oh she thinks about you a lot more than you know. Even back in the day, when we were classmates, not a day would go by that she didn’t bring up her cute little brother.”
A burst of energy hit his temples. Too much, the effect was too strong. His hands went to her wrists to try to break the connection, but he could already feel the mana flowing into his head. It was a clean, invigorating rush, like a bucket of ice water being dumped over his head.
The flow went on, and the cloud over Evren’s thoughts cleared away, spurned on by Florent’s deep hazel eyes.
“Oh Gods!” he exclaimed, “I remember what happened. I remember the stone lady and the eyes glowing red. I remember being pulled from my body…”
Florent released his head, but her hands stayed on him, running them through his hair as she massaged his scalp.
“That’s good. You’ve done well remembering all this, Evren. Could you tell me… Who was the lady you’re talking about? Was she on the Ferry? Did she hurt you at all?”
“No, I wasn’t on the Ferry, I was somewhere, deep underground… in the Nexus.”
“I see…” she replied. Her hands paused, then she continued, her fingers exploring his body. His clear state of mind was issuing a warning, saying she was giving him more of a sensual massage than anything medical.
“Umm… Magister?”
“Yes, Evren.”
“If you’re done casting the spell, why are you still touching me?”
I’m just making sure your blood flow is stable. It’s a Healer’s trick that my brother taught me.”
“Oh…”
Evren didn’t know what to think. He was quite sure he was still himself, but his body was feeling different. Smaller somehow. He really wanted to puzzle out what had happened to him, but he was far too distracted at the moment. And, if the magister kept touching him, she’d find out soon enough that he had an erection.
He waited for her to finish, but it soon became clear that she was in no rush to conclude the treatment.
He looked at the woman’s hips, round and wide, and her waist slim and shapely, shifting back and forth, pressing against his leg. The robe she wore clung to her curves in an enticing way. Her cleavage bounced into view again, as she leaned over his stomach, her hands were reaching downward…
“Thank you for your help!” Evren exclaimed, sitting up so quickly that he nearly knocked Florent off of him. He grabbed her hands and held them in his, surreptitiously pulling them away from his private area.
“I’m feeling much better now. Would you mind if I catch up with the freshman group now, Magister Florent?”
Her eyebrows knitted, showing her displeasure from the interruption, but she smiled and nodded to him.
“Of course, if you’re feeling better, you’re free to go.” She said reluctantly, then added, “But I’ll stop by your dorm to check on you soon. You may need further treatment that you’re unaware of.”
“...Of course, thank you for your care,” he replied faintly, his whole body tense as he released her hands.
It wasn’t until he was away from the Ferry landing and certain the magister was out of earshot that he breathed out. That had been a close one. If she’d touched him for much longer, she would’ve found out he was sexually excited. Never before had he felt a woman’s body so close to his.
As Evren made a beeline for the east stairwell, his thoughts were equally consumed with two things. First, how was he enrolled in freshman year again? Second, did that young and beautiful magister just promise him another sensual massage?
He was really looking forward to it, though he had to figure out a better way to hide his arousal next time.
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Florent’s POV
Magister Florent smiled as she looked over the list of freshman names.
So that was the cute younger brother that Winnie was always going on about, she noted to herself. His sister was a scary woman when she wanted to be, and she hadn’t so much asked Florent to take care of him, as she had ordered her to stay away from him.
Florent sighed and adjusted her robe. Well, it was Winnie's own fault for not being here to watch over such a cute boy herself. She was far away, leading a squad of casters somewhere abroad. Florent would have to fill the role of protective older sister for her.
She was still feeling all hot and bothered. Strange how playing with his body just that little bit had excited her so much. If he hadn’t stopped her, there’s no telling how far she would’ve gone. She would have to be more prudent in the future, and not touch him in such public places.
It’d been too long since she was last with a man. These freshmen boys were getting to her. She recalled the shape of his dick through his tight freshman shorts. The way he'd gotten hard just looking at her tits, and then tried to hide it from her. So cute!
And his smell! There was a certain scent coming off the boy, something musky and heady that went straight to her brain. Even thinking back to it, her body was heating up again. After the next Ferry, she’d have to go back to her apartment and jill off, just to clear her thoughts.
Looking over the freshman names once more, she promised herself she’d wait a day or two before she checked in on him. Where was he again? Her finger paused over the name:
Evren Veylor (freshman, male): Room # E305