The day finally comes. It's time to see the results of the tests.
"You're always so confident but now you're acting like a kitten," Georgo teases me as we walk down the corridor.
I frown and growl back, holding my tone to not sound too scary, "Fuck off. This is the moment that decides my life. I can't help but be mushy and moist."
"But you're going to become a Magus, no matter what," he calmly points out, making me glad he's getting used to me.
He also makes a good point, but… "Yeah, but…"
But what…?
Why do I want to enter the elite class…? It makes no difference, does it?
It does make a difference.
Is this the demon-me talking again?
What do you think?
It doesn't feel like him… or maybe he's just too weak to influence me with his odd, fear-giving and also comforting voice.
"'But' what?" Georgo reads my mind.
"But I'm starting to become ambitious," I confess, though I feel like the one speaking isn't really myself.
"Oh? What are you aiming for?" Georgo hums, becoming curious, which I find curious. Like, what?
"I don't know… I just want to get into the elite class," the other me answers with a shrug while the real me remains confused.
And the short boy continues, happy to explain things to me, "There are ways to get promoted to the upper class even if you don't make it at the beginning. I honestly believe you have a shot at it if you don't make it now because you have a lot of talent. Just gotta trim the bark a bit, you know?"
"Thanks, that's reassuring," I hum, real me now back in control. I'm really happy with how helpful Georgo is about this stuff.
"Anytime," he answers with a soft chuckle.
And we fall silent as we continue our walk, but there are too many people in the corridors anyway so we don't even try to make small talk. Georgo may look calm but I bet he's also tense about the results.
We get out of the dormitory and see that there's a crowd gathered around two huge golden boards full of words written in shiny black ink. It feels like it's exaggeratedly decorated, but the glowing ink might actually help read things because the cloudy sky is a bit dark today.
The left one is for those accepted to the regular classes. If an examinee didn't do well in the practical text, then they could still end up in the elite class if they compensated on the written text, but if you're in this dormitory, you most likely have already been accepted in the regular class, so all everyone cares about is the one on the right.
There's basically a line of people waiting to get their turn, but I tower over them all so I can squint a bit and attempt to find my name, though the line seems to move oddly fast. I don't find my name before it's my turn, but I realize that the names have been organized according to the total score, and I definitely won't find mine among the higher ones.
I carefully go through every single one from high score to low. At first, I don't care that my name isn't high up because that'd be impossible, then I reach the middle point and become more attentive, but I also don't find my name there. Now I start to become tenser and tenser as I approach the end without a sign of finding my name.
Once I get to the last column, my heart beats so hard I can hear it echo in my skull, then I get a sinking feeling in my stomach as I reach the end.
But the very last name makes me hold my breath.
Fiubun. 100 Points. Very high potential.
That's the exact minimum required to enter the elite class while the "potential" part is the rating from my practical test, which makes me embarrassed as I never thought I had potential myself. Still, the suspicious part is my points; how did I get the exact minimum?
Then I remember Headmaster Zsolt. Could this be his work to ensure that I pass…? But then, why would he give me exactly 100 points and make it so damn obvious?!
Wretch's cunt…
"I did it!" Georgo suddenly exclaims and points to an entry to my left.
Georgo Kalmar. 453 points. Good potential.
I force a smile and attempt to pat him on the back, but I stop my hand in the air before I touch him, scared of doing it too strongly, then I control myself and give him a gentle pat.
"I did it, too. We're elite brothers, now," I gently remark, and he gives me a cute boyish smile that makes him look a lot younger than he is.
But then something attracts my eyes, so I reflexively glance behind me and notice that everyone is staring at us. The mood here is tense, and it's making the fur at the back of my spine stand up, so I think we should leave.
"Shall we go back now?" I calmly ask. I'm already used to dealing with beastman prejudice, so I can easily hide the tension in my tone.
"S-sure," he answers, a bit confused at my sudden request since we're celebrating.
Then I start to walk away and everyone makes way for us in an… odd way. I'm not sure if they're scared of me or they respect me, but it definitely doesn't feel like it's a good thing.
And the moment we're out of this mess and into a more calm corridor, I ask Georgo, "Was it my impression or was everyone staring at me?"
"They likely recognized you," he casually answers.
But I frown in concern. "What? How?"
Then he gives me his boyish smile again and pats my huge arms, back in his festive mood. "Your name is the only one that was beastman-like, and you've also been participating in the morning Lifeforce training, so I bet you're famous, already. You're the first beastman magus, after all!"
"I didn't want fame, though," I awkwardly grunt as I glance away.
"Sometimes you're such a-…" he stops himself and then makes an awkward expression. "Well, I can guess why you'd be like that, but maybe you could thrive in it?"
"'Thrive'? What do you mean by that?" I ask. I don't know what that word means.
And he lowers his tone, sounding even more excited. "Make the most out of your situation. Fame brings opportunities."
"Huh? I didn't expect you to be like that," I blurt out. He's always been so shy that his encouragement feels completely unexpected.
He immediately becomes awkward, though, and scratches his head as he looks down. "W-what? 'Like that' how?"
"This is like, politics, right?" I attempt to explain.
Now he becomes pensive. "Well, perhaps. I mean, if you have the chance, then don't you wanna take it so you won't regret it later?"
My tail wriggles as I hum thoughtfully and look away. "I'm wary of trouble, but… I can't even help my family that's stuck in Hatarvros right now, so…"
He seems sympathetic and encouragingly replies, his tone taking an intensity that's not usual for him, "I get it. I can't say you won't get in trouble, but do you want to let this chance escape?"
"Maybe not…" I cave in. I'm not sure of things myself but I can't outright deny this anymore.
"Then walk like you have a big pair, because you do," he finishes, sounding so confident I feel like teasing him.
"You staring at my balls?" I joke and very lightly bump his little shoulder.
He realizes how gay he sounds and immediately becomes embarrassed. "W-well, I-I got many glimpses of it after bathing together every day."
And I just snort. Humans are so afraid of being gay that it's easy to mess with them.
--
"Congratulations, Fiubun, I knew you could make it," Plum gently congratulates me, her pretty butterfly wings rapidly flapping along from her happy mood.
I lower my head for a moment to awkwardly scratch it, but I quickly raise my eyes again because I want to stare at this cute fae. "Thanks, I… I don't know how to deal with it, but I'm happy that I made it."
And her tone suddenly lowers as she starts to speak with a motherly tone, "You're just a humble, small-town boy, and you'll be thrown into a difficult world, so be careful, please. If anything happens, you can always count on me to help."
"Thank you for that. I really appreciate it," I answer honestly, so moved by her offer for help that I have to turn away and dry a tear. I did all this just because I wanted to save my family, so I cling to these offers of help like nothing before.
Plum flashes a smile from ear to ear, making her long fae pair twitch adorably, but then her tone changes and becomes commanding. "I'm just grooming you for later. Now, it's time to give you a reward. Take your clothes off."
"What…? What?!" I ask twice, stunned by the sudden turnaround in the mood, her first statement, and then the actual request.
"I won't answer the first one. Now, clothes off," she replies with a soft but commanding tone that leaves no room for questions.
She doesn't say anything else, I get naked in the blink of an eye, and I hope that I didn't look like I was too desperate. There is a point where even beastmen feel ashamed.
And her eyes fall between my legs, then she smiles like an old crone seeing her grandchildren. "You have great balls, now take it out," she commands again, but this time I hesitate because I can't believe my ears.
"Take what out?" I repeat, suddenly feeling very tense.
But she rolls her eyes and points with her indicator. "That…" she hums, and I follow her little finger. She's pointing at my red cock as it starts to peek out, but I'm way too aroused to control it. "Excellent color."
"Thanks…?" I hum confusedly and raise my head to her again.
Her smile widens the more my cock comes out, gradually becoming increasingly depraved but still unbelievably pretty. "And I love that you're still sane enough to joke." Then she snaps her fingers, and a blue, semi-transparent, fleshy tube of a suspicious size appears in her hand with a shower of sparkles. "Now, I'll milk your cock; that's your reward."
I just freeze, cock growing even faster in arousal, and she approaches with the… "milker," carrying it over her shoulder and putting into perspective how small she is compared to my cock.
Could I even fit inside her…? She did alter her body magically, so who knows how stretchy and tight she must be.
"Remember to not tell Pufaia about this," she suddenly states.
"Yessh-, unf!" my answer is warped by a grunt of pleasure as the lubed fleshy tube slides in with surprising ease. It even wraps around my knot then tightens up, and I grunt again. "Oo~h…"
And she lets out a beautifully cute giggle. "Yeah, this is what it feels like to fuck me, though this pussy is a much bigger recreation."
"Oh? Oo~h…!" I hum in confusion, but she pulls the tube back, making me moan again.
Her little hands can't wrap around my cock, let alone the much wider tube, and it takes vigorous arm movements from her to pull fully back and then push the blue pocket pussy again, but she masturbates me with extreme skill. How many cocks did she milk in her whole life? She could've even had a cock herself at one point… and these thoughts only make me hornier for her.
She starts to move more vigorously, her cute purple eyes staring intensely at my cock through the pocket pussy, and it makes me so uncontrollably aroused that I feel my balls strain to produce the biggest load ever. I even start to feel like grabbing her and fucking raping her once and for all, but then even demon-me stops rapist-me from doing that because she could kill us with a snap of her fingers.
Still, it's too much pleasure and too fast, so I suddenly cum, and huge ropes fly out from the hole, but they stop in the air before touching the ground. Plum snaps her fingers again, and a glass jar appears in the sky beside her, then my cum begins to fly into it as she continues to milk me.
I feel my balls hurt, but she doesn't stop, and neither do I pull back, so I cum again, then I fill my balls with the Strangler's energy and start cumming repeatedly.
"Oh, my! Wonderful!" Plum happily cheers, her breath heavy from the effort.
"Huhhngh…" is all I can say back because her pussy feels so fucking good.
"Yes, I know," she reads my mind and giggles again.
And the big jar continues to get filled as I can't stop cumming, but my Strangler's energy is draining quite fast. The last bit of my self-control tells me that maybe I should stop using the energy and save some of it, but everyone else just wants to cum until I'm spent. Plum's cute little smile, her lips parted and pretty eyes open in fascination are just too good to interrupt, so I must enjoy this to the end.
My legs tremble and my cheeks clench as even the energy isn't making me recover fast enough, but I put my Lifeforce training to good use and reinforce the muscles with it, letting me remain standing for a little longer. Plum seems increasingly fascinated with my endurance, so my pride as a man forces me to hold nothing back.
But I can't fight a lack of magic, so the moment my Strangler's energy runs out, I stop cumming and begin to collapse.
"Hold on," Plum kindly requests, then she waves her hand at me and I'm suddenly held in place by an invisible force.
She pulls out the blue pocket pussy, now dripping with cock juices and cum, then her face comes closer to the tip of my still erect cock.
"Wha…" I hum in confusion, exhausted, then she kisses my tip, and a sudden bolt of pleasure strikes it. It immediately travels to my balls and forces out one last cumshot, which splashes the cute little blonde bundle of fun right in the face. "Uhhngh…"
She giggles like a naughty girl as she cleans her face with her hand and then licks her fingers one by one. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
"Nwo… werry," I mumble, the pleasure and exhaustion making me slur my words as if I was drunk.
Then she snaps her fingers, and both the pocket pussy and the jar of cum disappear in a shower of sparkles "Now, take a rest. You still have work to do today."
"Mkay…" I reply, then the force holding me upright disappears and I fall on my face, but instead of hitting the floor, a soft mattress of air catches me, and I recognize the Cushion of Cushions' spell.
After recovering, things between us return to "normal," though I'm definitely ten times hornier for her now, and she knows it, but I know I can't let it affect me too much. I'm a beastMAN, not just a beast, though humans can be quite cruel and horrible themselves…
Still, the point is that I won't think with my balls! I need to make money and hope that Mom and Sis will be able to put it to use one day. We're also only one week into the month of Surismay, and since all months have four weeks, there are three more weeks left before classes start. This is a long time, and time is money for me, so I have a lot to earn.
--
"I knew you were different," Instructor Ulpare grunts to me as we arrive. The big brown wolf seems a lot more welcoming today, and I don't feel any tension between us like it's usual for two opposing beastman races.
"Thank you, though I feel like I almost ruined my arm with this 'talent,'" I awkwardly joke and chuckle.
He snorts loudly and soberly advises as he stares intensely at me, "You have it right, boy. The easier that magic comes to you, the easier it is to mess things up. Don't drink too much."
The teachers and priests used this tone so often on me that I reflexively tense up and agree, "Well… yeah, I can break human women if I drink too much."
And he lets out hearty deep chuckles. "You got that right, boy. You got that right…"
The training now goes so well that I start to play around with reinforcing my muscles with Lifeforce. I concentrate the energy in specific spots then test the muscles, and I quickly notice that I become slightly stronger, though only slightly. Even though I have a talent for manipulating Lifeforce, I have little idea of how to use it in practical ways.
My black arm has the most noticeable change to Lifeforce, though I also feel like it's "sensitive," as in, the muscles will break if I use it too much. It's just an intuition, so maybe I'm wrong and I'm just being paranoid after almost losing my arm, or maybe I just need to train it further and grow more muscles.
I don't want to bother Pufaia with these questions right now since classes are going to start soon, but I can also just ask Ulpare about it, and he seems more receptive lately.
He seems happy to answer me, even, "You're right. Your black arm has partial demonic Morphism, and they're very sensitive to magic, but this also means that healing magic is stronger, so I'd wait before you learn how to heal yourself before you use it in battle."
"It isn't like I'm going to fight someone any time soon," I remark with a shrug.
"No, but you could hurt yourself by trying to use too much Lifeforce, like you almost did with Blood Boil. Stick to only weight lifting with that arm."
"I understand, Instructor," I obediently reply. Ulpare is one of the few teachers who can actually make me listen, though that says more about me than them, I guess…
Anyway, we're technically under a "vacation," status, so the only thing we're expected to do is to keep up with our Lifeforce training and weight lifting, but I'm too eager to stop there, and I continue training my Lifeforce muscle boost, though I take Ulpare's advice to heart and leave my black arm out of it. It still makes me wonder, though, about how good this arm will be for magic.
It can seemingly make magical energies more powerful, so how far can I push this? That demoness could apparently change her arm into blades and even survive having her neck snapped, so maybe I could-…
When did I suddenly start craving for power…?
It seems that my own desires and those of demon-me seem to be melding together, though that's not unexpected since I'm refining the demonic blood and re-injecting myself with it so that demon-me is easier to control. I'm increasing the amount of contact I have with demonic energies, it's just that it's being done in a way that isn't bad to me, but I'm still becoming more demonic in a way, I guess.
It's a bit late to try to stop this now, so I might as well embrace this side of me, and having Georgo on my side makes me feel safer in this choice. I need someone to advise me, and I definitely can't have Pufaia or Plum… at least for now.
--
"Big boy~…" a playful female voice teases my ears, and I feel a mouth wrap around my cock then begin to bob up and down, but my dream becomes blurry as I attempt to focus on her face, and I'm not sure if I even cum.
I suddenly wake up and immediately know that my cock made a bit of a mess on the sheets, so I'll have to take it to the cleaners… but then I try to remember what I was dreaming about as it was a very pleasant one.
Was it Plum that was sucking me? Or maybe it was Shade? Wait, was it even a dream…?
Doesn't really matter. Shade has stopped visiting everyone now, and you can hear the laments in the corridors as the feisty little goblin woman has gained a lot of "fans" due to her "visits." Some are claiming they fucked Shade, but I don't believe a single one of them would've done her before me. I can just sense she prefers beastman red clubs instead of human little pink stabbers.
My pride is making me feel snobbish, though, as I'm starting to get a sense of "superiority" over these weak little human youths, but I do see how everyone but me struggles during Lifeforce training, so it's hard to not think about it like this. Even Georgo seems to have completely abandoned his former human friends his age, so I wonder if he's the only one that qualified for the elite class.
Yeah, the mood definitely changed.
Most of the youths now have become quite meek, especially when dealing with me, but I sense some anger, too. I bet it's because of my dumb score. Everyone must be thinking that I cheated or got pushed past the written exam because I'm a beastman, but they can't go against the "Very High Potential" rating as it's pretty obvious that I know my shit. Doesn't help that humans like to think that we're dumb.
But this only makes Georgo and I grow closer. If even his own kind will turn his back on him, then we can only rely on each other.
Then we get a visit from a representative of the Academy to help us get all the stuff we need to start our classes.
Balmy!
We need to get fitted for a ceremonial uniform, a day-to-day uniform, a battle uniform, a training uniform, and a sleeping uniform. We also need a set of equipment for classes and field deployment but these aren't delivered to us yet so that we don't break them because they're supposed to be magical.
Of course, we're supposed to pay for them, but this just goes into our student loan tab as we'll repay through military service. Magi are all very rich, so this is nothing, I guess. I don't even fear it anymore; I'm becoming so confident I feel like I can just face anything head-on if I have to.
I might be becoming too confident.
Even though I'm doing so much better, my mind still feels like a mess.
--
During another uneventful evening, I come out of my room and wander back to the entrance hall to stare at the walls covered in fuzzy, moving carpets that depict magi doing balmy and cool stuff. I met the odd beauty here that one time, and I've been wanting to see her again ever since then.
Plum is a cute tease, but I want someone with more meat, too, like Pufaia, though I also can't see the rapeable sheep woman because she's busy and I have no excuse to ask for a meeting. The women that I see during the unisex bath also aren't stimulating enough because their pussies look "weak."
After getting a taste of the wonders that a woman like Plum can do to my cock, I don't feel like any of these cheap women can really satisfy me. I wanna rape Pufaia, Plum, Shade, and the purple-haired beauty/bitch. It'd be amazing to make such strong, powerful women submit to me.
It'd be worth turning their rape into a piece of art like these carpets.
I think they're called "tapestries," but I'm not sure.
Anyway… I'm definitely changing, but it's happening so fast that I'm not even sure who I am anymore.
And I hate how pathetic I am.
"Fiubun, are you alright?" a familiar voice comes from behind me.
I slowly turn around and see Georgo standing still, giving me a odd look. "What? How did you know I was here?" I slowly mumble back, still coming out of my thoughts.
"I saw you stare at these tapestries every time we passed through here, so I thought you liked them," he remarks with a gentle tone then looks around, observing them one by one.
I scratch my head with a claw, smiling to myself that I'm so transparent. "Well, yeah, I do, but why are you here?"
"You were looking kinda grim and grimy," he kindly answers and turns to me again.
I feel like a child, worrying him like this, but I can't disagree with what he says. "Yeah, I'm feeling mushy."
"You wanna do something fun?" he suddenly suggests, and a glimmer of eagerness appears in the small boy's eyes.
"Sure, like what?" I casually hum back.
And he grins. "I… bought some card games."
"Card games…" I repeat thoughtfully. I don't really feel like this would help much with my problems… buut it's going to distract me, and that's better than nothing.
--
Intermission – Elina
--
The food's running out.
That's the only thing on my mind, and I'm reminded of it constantly. When I wake up and my stomach grumbles; when I try to fix our shack but I lack the strength to swing a hammer; when Mom and I sit down and stay in silence without anything to do but think about better days; when the wagon from the Yellow Lanterns arrives and the big guards easily push everyone around so that we don't steal any rations; when we take our clothes off for the towel bath and see that our big tits are starting to dry like raisins…
And when I look at the Beridzes, but the fat fucks seem to be doing better than everyone else…
Now that's the only thing I can think about, and it starts to gnaw at me, day and night. How could they be doing better than us? Didn't we share all the food? Didn't we all eat the same rat soup filled with disgusting grease just to get some more energy in? Aren't we receiving the same amount of rations from the Yellow Lanterns?
How can they still be this fat…?
I noticed that sometimes the Beridzes light up a candle late at night, but I doubt that the ugly fucks are fucking since they never smell like it, so why would they be up so late, and what would they even be doing that would need them to waste a candle…? I just need to take a peek.
One day, I wait until Mom falls asleep and sneak out of our shack, making sure to avoid the creaking and broken boards while going out through the window so that I don't have to open the door. My bare feet touch the cold, muddy ground, and I make use of my beastman instincts to sneak around without even making a sound.
There's barely enough moonlight as the dark rainy clouds cover most of the sky, but my eyes have adapted to moving in the dark since we rarely have any light after sunset. As I get closer, I start to pick up suspicious crunchy sounds, one that I heard so many times as we eat in silence our shitty biscuits included in our rations, but as I reach their shack, the sound gradually turns into something else, though still similar.
I lean against their wall and hook the curtains with a claw, then I slowly… slowly push it to the side. All the while I'm listening to them eating something crunchy, but I'm certain now that it doesn't make the same sounds as the rations.
The half-burnt curtains don't hide much, so I get a little opening to peep through, and what I see doesn't surprise me. The Beridze couple are eating from a pile of cookies like they're pigs.
They were both salespeople at a metal tools shop, so they never got in contact with lots of food like that. They must've found it somewhere and then hid it from everyone. We shared everything we had up to the last piece of food, and yet here they are… fattening up.
"Ah!" Miss Beridze shouts in surprise as she notices my eye peeking at them, and she immediately pushes the cookies into a hole between the floorboards.
Then I run.
I hope that they know how to hide their stupid little cookies well because, tomorrow, everyone will know their secret.
--
Intermission end.
--
The time for the classes to start finally comes, so I say my goodbyes to Plum.
But she's the one who says something first, "You can still visit me anytime, Fiubun, and if you don't, then I'll visit you myself. I already said I want to groom you, so I won't let you disappear so easily."
"What does that mean…?" I repeat confusedly.
"Grow big and strong, then we'll make babies," she answers matter-of-factly.
I can barely believe my ears. "W-what…?" But at least this time I can control my cock before I make a mess in my pants.
She tilts her head adorably and replies with an innocent tone, "I thought you beastmen liked when women were direct."
"I just… didn't expect it," I mumble back and breathe deeply.
Then she floats close, making me tense up again, and lightly slaps my crotch as a joke, avoiding my big balls by a centimeter. "Don't get hard on me, now. You'll ruin your pants."
"You're such a tease," I breathe out, my voice much deeper than I expected.
"I know. I do it on purpose," she cheekily hums then flaps her little butterfly wings and floats up so that we're at eye level. Her expression suddenly turns serious, but there's still a sensual desire in her pretty purple eyes that makes my heart beat faster. "So I say this again: grow powerful and be ambitious. I want to have wild animalistic breeding sex with you but only if you're capable of giving me many strong children. I've lived far too long to bend over to just about anyone who makes me slightly wet, and there's nothing better than having a strong and manly man dominate me as my female genes still have power over me. I want to be the mother of your children, but you gotta prove your cock is worth my tight little pussy."
Then I grunt in frustration and complain, "Now you made me ruin my pants."
She smirks as she snaps her fingers, and I see some wisps of odd-colored mana come out of them, then I sense something fresh inside my pants. "You're welcome."
No kisses or hugs from her because I think that even her would have trouble holding back, but I don't mind it as she has made it clear I should visit her soon again. I won't be stuck in the Academy for the whole year, so it should be relatively easy to find some time to see her since it's so close, right?
And after my last day at work, she sends me off with a cute wave. She has teased me so much I'll be thinking of raping her while doing Lifeforce training for a while…
--
The next day, we're told to put our ceremonial clothes then gather in the front yard after breakfast, and we realize why everyone is afraid of me.
We're split into two groups, the elite, and the normal classes, but on our side, there's only Georgo, another boy I've never seen before, and me. The boy gives us a frown, and seeing how shinier his ceremonial uniform shows that he's much higher class than us, so we keep to ourselves.
Then I notice that there's a small detail added to our uniform compared to the standard one. We have reflective green stripes on the odd decorations on our shoulders and our wide-brimmed hats that make us stand out among the sea of light blue with dark blue coats.
I think our uniform is trying to mimic the rare clear sky, but this color stands out as every single royal soldier I've seen uses mostly red and gold. At least our clothes are pretty comfy, and now I notice that our fuzzy, dark blue coat and pointy hat sparkle a bit like the night sky, but those of the standard class are dull.
Our shirts are light blue, our pants are like the coats but darker, and our boots have golden details in them. Everything fits so neatly and the fabric is even a bit elastic, but the only thing that bothers me is that the coat keeps my tail hidden while the hole for it in my pants is smaller than what I like, but I guess I just have to get used to it.
But that's enough observing because two purple-robed men in wizard hats come out of the administration building and start approaching us. Everyone falls silent as we quickly notice their sparkly clothes, and then each stops before one of the groups.
"Standard class goes first; the elite will take a different path," the magus before our little group announces out loud, then they both begin to open Aether Tunnels.
They choose to make large wooden gates, and the one for the standard class opens up first, showing a bright place full of white and gold that hurts my eyes. There's at least like, fifty youths there, but the gate is wide enough that they quickly cross, and then our gate opens.
We see… a view of the town? It seems that it takes us somewhere on the mountainside, which makes me very wary because why would we go there while the standard class is definitely in the golden castle higher up?
"Haha… I'm actually going to do this," Georgo chuckles softly and mumbles with a wide smile.
"Do what?" I quietly whisper confusedly.
"You'll see," he cryptically answers.
"Go in," the magus requests, and we immediately move because the boy behind us doesn't seem to have any patience.
We cross the big gate, then we come out somewhere high above the roofs of the houses, and it seems to be an observation area as the view is quite nice. I can't see where the city ends as it's too sprawling, but I can see a large gray mountain in the distance, and there's a lot of smoke coming out of it. It must be a volcano that I forgot the name of because why would I remember that?
Then I turn around and see more gates, and a couple of youths are also coming out of them, but my eyes are attracted to the massive white mountain right in front of us. It seems that we're near the bottom of it, and I can see the protruding towers of the messy golden complex at the peak, but I don't get to stare at it for long because I hear hurried footsteps.
I look down as I tense up, wary of what the fuck may be going on here, but I'm caught off-guard as I see one of the most beautiful young girls I've ever laid my eyes upon.
It's a short-haired beauty with shiny red hair that has a tinge of pink, big red eyes the color of blood, pouty but narrow lips that make her look adorable and with lipstick to match, and very soft and cute facial features. She's so pretty, but her face put together along with her wide hips and considerable cleavage makes her look like an absolute boiler room. It's like she's a younger and less obscene Worldly Goddess Mother, but an angry Worldly Goddess Mother.
"H-hi…?" I awkwardly greet.
But she just stops walking towards me, eyes narrowed in suspicion and cute, pouty lip raised in anger, then she scans me up and down once and stares at me for a couple of seconds. I have no idea what's going on, and I manage to take my eyes off her cleavage to notice that she has the same stripes of an elite magus trainee that I do, so I can guess what's going on inside her mind.
Suddenly, she snorts and spins in place, lifting her cape and showing a short skirt that barely covers her (seemingly) juicy ass, but I do get to see deliciously thick thighs half-covered in black thigh-highs. By the way she stared at me it's pretty obvious she's going to be trouble… big trouble, but she might be the first person that won't make me feel guilty when I fantasize about raping her.
"Trainees!" a powerful voice echoes across the open area, and my eyes fall upon a tall and pale man with the longest face I've ever seen. He looks like those ancient caricatures of Bloodsuckers, but real Bloodsuckers don't look like him so it'd be very offensive to call him one.
Maybe he has some odd morphism, or maybe he was born ugly…
"Gather up!" he shouts again, and I notice that he's wearing black with black details. He certainly has his own style… "I'm Grand Magus Frairsg, and I'll be your guide for today."
As Georgo and I approach him, I get a better look under his black wizard hat as he's almost as tall as I am, and I notice that he seems to have no hair, like, no eyebrows or anything. It makes him look kinda creepy, but at least he doesn't have red eyes to finish the caricature. It must be a disease, so I feel bad for him.
Once the youths stop coming out of the gates and gather up (with a lot of them seemingly avoiding me), the Magus continues with a kind and cheerful tone, "Don't feel afraid, I'm only going ask you all to go through a fun trial that we give to the elite class as everyone has their own way of adapting to it."
And Georgo starts grinning uncontrollably.
The trainees all mumble a variety of reactions, but the red-haired racist beauty just rolls her eyes and crosses her arms then begins to impatiently tap her high heels against the floor.
"What trial?" a worried little half-bunny girl asks out loud. She seems to be fully albino, which looks very pretty in this gray and boring place.
And Magus Frair-… Frairsguh grins, showing suspiciously pointy teeth.
That can't be a disease too, right?
"You all have climb up the mountain yourselves, but we'll give you Lyra's Graceful Waterwalk, Tinur's Jumpy Hoptoads, and Funky Shock Absorbers spells to aid you."
"What?!" the trainee bunny girl exclaims in surprise.
And quite a lot of them laugh or become excited.
"That sounds like it could be fun…" I hum. I'm always open to playing with more spells.
"Yeah, it will be," Georgo agrees, very excited.
--
--
Hall of Fame of Patrons
The patrons who support the Realms shall have their names sung by the bards for they deserve the glory and honor. Their names are:
Prince PreownedFIN.
Prince UncontrolledEngie.
Lord Maurice.
Lord d3235.
Lord Leadpoison.
Lord Vitalica.
Lord Black Unicorn.
Lord School work.
Lord cc.
Leave a rating or a review to help me rise to the top or fix my shameful understanding of prose.
Take a look over my blog. It's currently only for the Rupegia novel, but I'll eventually add Heretical Magus to it. It's at: https://manasongwriting.wordpress.com/
Join the Discord and discuss, or rant, or meme, or try and fight me so your waifu gets more screentime: discord.com/invite/3GqMxQc
Become a Patron and read Heretical Magus chapters in advance. For readers of Rupegia, you can read the side-stories, or leave your mark on the story, or help choose the next artwork or the next side-story. See it at: patreon.com/manasong
Come watch my Streams to hang out with me as I play cool and/or old games at: twitch.tv/manasongwriting
Take a look over at my Twitter as I post about a variety of things at: https://twitter.com/ManasongWriting