Fox Leonardis was just a transfer student at Whitehall Magical Academy. Or at least that's what the professors and students thought of him.
In truth, he was a transmigrator. One that arrived from a foreign world where magic was centuries more advanced than that of his new world.
At first, he found the world underwhelming. Why would the god of mysteries send him here?
It was only during his first lesson that he realised that things might be more interesting than he thought.
"Now then class-Z, would anyone like to explain to me the three components that make up the essence of mana?"
The professor speaking at the front of the class was drop-dead gorgeous. Her breasts bounced with every movement, each larger than her head, and her skirt was far too short to be teaching a classroom.
Her hair was ginger and her face looked young for her age; however, looks weren't everything.
Fox immediately pointed out this world's first problem.
There were many more than two components of mana. In truth, there were ten.
Yet still, a boy with jet black hair and a cocky look on his face raised his hand to answer confidently.
"Sun and Moon are the two components of mana, Professor Raspberry."
The professor nodded her head and a smile spread across her cute face. "Correct, Mason. The two components of mana are the sun and the moon. The sun allows us to create flames, whilst the moon allows us to redirect the winds. Whilst this magic is limited, it is still very powerful. We must be grateful for what the sun and moon gods have provided us with."
False.
The sun and moon god did not exist, nor were they components of mana.
In actuality, Fox knew that flame had its own essence, and wind could be controlled using either the Tide or Pulse components.
Fox let out a sigh. One that was a little louder than he had expected.
One of the girls sitting nearby at the back of the glance turned to glance at him. Eyes brows furrowed. Something about him seemed to annoy her.
This girl's name was Floral. Her hair was bright pink, and her cheeks were rosier. She was very short, which only made her curves more obvious. Her large breasts, which Fox could spot through the buttons of her shirt, jiggled every time she bit down on her gum.
She seemed to be popular in class. All the guys stared at her whenever given the chance.
"Class dismissed." Professor Rasberry announced at the end of the class. "Please remember that we have our first physical exam at the end of the week. Make sure you work on your sun and moon mana control diligently."
The students groaned, clearly upset at the fact, and began to rise and leave the room.
Fox lingered, staring at his reflection in the nearby window.
His hair was honey orange, and his height and build were as powerful as it was back in his world, Manaearth.
The biggest change was the world itself. Its magic was so underdeveloped.
Why would the god of the mysteries send me here? Are there really any secrets that are worth uncovering?
Just as Fox was about to collect his things, he sensed a presence watching him from somewhere.
It didn't come from the classroom, as it was now empty, except for Professor Rasberry, who was too focused on marking papers.
No, it came from outside. He couldn't see them, but if they continued to stalk him, he would surely find out who they were soon.
A smile tugged at Fox's handsome face.
Stalk me all you want. Unfortunately, I've yet to meet anybody in this world who poses any threat to me.
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Fox walked down the streets towards his apartment. The sky was now getting dark, as it was winter time, and the street that he walked was empty.
And yet, he could still sense the presence lingering behind him.
He had long since found out who it was that was stalking him. Now, he was just figuring out how he was going to play with them.
It was as he crossed into a dark alleyway that an idea popped into his head.
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The stalker turned into the alleyway that had seen Fox enter only moments earlier. There they found a dead end, yet there was no sign of Fox.
The stalker looked around, confused.
"Where did he go?" They muttered to themselves, before suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew in ways that weren't natural.
The wind blew the stalker's skirt up, revealing two plump ass cheeks that struggled to be contained by the thin pink panties below.
The stalker tried to pull their shirt down, but the wind was just too powerful. Not only that, but they were completely caught off guard by the fact that the wind seemed to have droplets of water mixed into it as well.
Their clothes became wet, clinging to the curves of their body, but at that point they didn't didn't care.
'H-how is this man controlling water? That isn't one of the known mana!"
Eventually, the wind stopped, and the water droplets fell to the ground. The stalker was left standing there, soaked thoroughly.
Fox then emerged from the shadows with a cloud of black essence twirling around him. He stood carelessly with his hands in his pockets as he glared down at his stalker before him.
His face remained serious, and yet he wanted to smile at the sight before him. It wasn't every day that you got to see such a busty woman drenched in water.
"Is there a reason why you're stalking me, Floral?" He spoke to the pink-haired, short woman.
Her red lips parted, and all she could do was glare at Fox for a few moments. Afterwards, her cheeks blushed, and she spoke.
"H-how... that water magic isn't supposed to exist." She stuttered.
Fox shrugged his shoulders. "But it does. Would you like me to teach it to you?"
Floral's eyes lit up in an instant. She clasped her hands together and jumped about a little bit, her bust bouncing with every movement.
"Really! Would you... Can you really teach it to me?"
"Sure," Fox answered, looking the woman up at down. Her wet skirt clung to her thick thighs, leaving not much up to his imagination.
"But first, I need something in return. Pull up your skirt and bend over, and I'll teach you the foundations of water manipulation."
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