Drystan stepped lightly up and dropped a bundle of clothing on the bench beside them. “Here, you both should get dressed. Linhart, you’re enrolled in Men’s Studies too, right? Well, we should go. The css starts in just a few minutes.”

  Giselle looked at him with interest and remarked, “There’s no rush cutie, Linhart here is just helping my wounds heal. Did you want to join us?”

  “Eeew, no!” He sounded repulsed, “Listen hag, you better let him go now. If you don’t, I’ll report you for holding a boy against his will.”

  Linhart was still confused how he could possibly call this knock-out babe a hag, but Giselle didn’t seem phased by it. Her eyes locked on Drystan, while she gently slid Linhart off her p and onto the bench beside her. Then standing to her full height, she faced the tall boy with her confident smile. She was even taller than he was, and those legs were so long and willowy.

  Cupping her hands over her swollen nipples she raised her breasts to within inches of his face and jiggled them at him aggressively. Drystan, to his credit, did not flinch away. Though his face said he was ready to throw up.

  “Ahhh… That feels much better.” Then over her shoulder, she spoke sweetly to Linhart, “You sure you’re not a Healer? I would love to feel your healing touch on my tits every day.”

  With that, she began dressing again, slipping her skirt back on, one gorgeous leg at a time. Linhart carefully pulled his pants over top of his still sensitive hard-on. Drystan waited silently for him to finish dressing, then they both walked out of the theater while Giselle watched them with a predatory gaze.

  “Aren’t you going to thank me?” Drystan started, sullenly.

  “What? Thank you for saving me from that big busty girl?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I was doing fine on my own,” Linhart reconsidered for a moment then added, “But thank you for coming to my rescue when you thought I needed help.”

  “You did need help! She was about to suffocate you with those udders.”

  “What’s wrong? Don’t we love girls with big tits?”

  “Phheeew, yeah right. Did Xenia tell you that?” Drystan scoffed, “No boy likes big tits.” He stopped and poked a finger at Linhart, “Especially you, Hart. Don’t you remember when my sister used to chase you around saying, ‘the big-titty monster is going to get you.’?”

  “No…” Linhart replied slowly.

  He reflected on how different their childhoods must have been in this world. What was it like growing up with girly Drystan and sexy Serapha? And Venus, Drystan’s older sister, was a 10 out of 10 bombshell with huge tits. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d jacked off thinking about her body. “When did that happen?”

  “Come on! She used to hold you down and cover your face with them until you were screaming for mercy. Maybe you blocked it out like a traumatic memory.”

  Linhart, as casual as he could be, asked, “By the way, where is Venus these days? I’d like to meet her again.”

  “Why would you want to meet that pervert again?... She just graduated from the Academy. She’s living in a barracks in the Upper District now. They’ve got her training to be an officer.” Drystan seemed to shudder at the thought.

  “Don’t you remember? She was the one who told us about Xenia… and how every year she’d jump on a random freshman. She said it's the only way boys were ever able to rise to the top of the Fighter css… You don’t remember?”

  Linhart was starting to see why Drystan was pissed off, now. “Umm… I’ve been having some memory troubles the past couple of days…”

  “Linhart!” Drystan stopped walking and turned to him, “I told you, in secrecy, that I would do anything if she targeted me this year! That I would y down for her, if it meant being the best in the css. And you said that you’d rather die than lose your virginity to a big-titty monster.”

  “Oh.”

  “So what the hell happened, Hart?” Your first day here, and I caught you and Xenia and another girl fucking, and she gave you this…” he points to his ID bracer accusingly. Linhart looked down at the bracer sheepishly. Then he noticed the readings had changed. He’d lost another 50 fighting score, but had somehow gained a Healing score. He was at

  Fighting:551, Healing: 20

  What the hell had happened? No, now wasn’t the time to think about that! He was having a heart-to-heart with Drystan.

  “I’m sooooo sorry, Drystan! I fucked up and I will fix it.” he grabbed the taller boy by the shoulders, “I’ll talk to Xenia today and get you one of these, okay?” He held up the ID bracer and put on his most genuine-looking smile.

  Drystan looked skeptical, but then sighed. “Fine. If you can get her to start power leveling me too, then I’ll forgive you, okay? Who knows, maybe we’ll both be Xenia’s toys this year.”

  Linhart nodded and swore he would do just that.

  “Now, here’s Fighter Hall,” Drystan gestured to the building they were walking by, “I can’t miss the first day of Men’s Studies, but you… should probably go back to the dorm and clean up. Honestly Hart, you stink!”

  “Hey!” Linhart feigned being offended, “Oh, I don’t know where my dorm room is yet.”

  Drystan gave him an incredulous look, and then patted him on the head. “You really are a mess. Why don’t you ask the Hall Security Guard to help you find your room? Don’t fall apart on me, Hart. I’m counting on you setting me up with Xenia.”

  Linhart promised once again and hugged Drystan. A feeling of happiness overcame him and he had to hold back his emotions for a moment.

  “Thank you, Stan. I am so happy that you’re still my friend.”

  “Of course, friends forever!” Drystan started to walk away, but then turned back. “And don’t forget, the Fighter Hall is like a cage full of cats. Too many pussies. Watch out for any girls who try to follow you up to Floor #8.”

  Drystan’s tone was unsettling, but Linhart shook it off. Why should he be frightened of living in a dorm full of girls?