The main hall of Lewd Academy smelled like cherry lip gloss and forbidden thoughts.
No exaggeration. That was the only way to describe the scent hanging thick in the air, a mix of candy and sweat, of synthetic perfume and something primal lurking underneath. As I stepped through the massive double doors, I felt it cling to my skin like humidity on a summer afternoon. The temperature wasn't high, but my pulse was.
The hall was filled with students. Dozens of them. Maybe more.
And not a single one looked normal.
There were catgirls with twitching tails, demon boys with low-cut uniforms, busty elves adjusting corsets designed for distraction, and muscular orc twins wearing matching g-strings and confident smirks. Even the teachers, if that's what the more mature-looking people were, had that same seductive edge to their appearance, like they'd stepped straight out of a scandalous doujin and into my personal nightmare.
At the front of the hall was a raised stage, its curtains glittering like someone dipped velvet in starlight. Spotlights glowed in soft pinks and purples. The ceiling arched impossibly high, with crystal chandeliers shaped like lingerie spinning lazily overhead.
A booming voice filled the room.
"Welcome, fresh meat! I mean, freshmen!"
The crowd cheered. Some moaned. One girl in the corner fainted with a squeak. I stood frozen near the back, trying very hard not to make eye contact with anyone while also failing to look normal.
The voice belonged to a woman in a tight, dominatrix-style blazer with spiked heels and a riding crop. Her hair was braided into a long whip-like tail, and her glasses somehow made her more dangerous, not less.
"I am Headmistress Vynara," she said, strutting across the stage. "Mistress Aphrenia's most trusted instructor. I will be your guide, your warden, your evaluator, and, if you're lucky, your worst mistake."
The crowd applauded again. I tried not to melt into the floor.
"Each of you has been selected for your... potential," she continued. "Be it raw lust, untapped charm, or the kind of repressed filth that makes our servers overheat."
Somewhere in the front, a tentacle-girl clapped all six of her hands. I didn't even want to know what her classes looked like.
"You have entered the Eroverse's most prestigious institution," Vynara said. "Here, we craft legends. Here, we mold fantasies. Here, we break boundaries and reshape souls."
I looked around.
The students weren't just listening, they were thriving. Some leaned into each other, whispering things I didn't want to hear. A pair of guys were already making out against a pillar. A vampire girl licked her fangs while staring at a centaur. It was like attending Hogwarts if Voldemort had been defeated by hentai logic instead of love.
Vynara raised her crop, and a holographic screen appeared behind her, displaying the words:
Lewd Academy Orientation - Rules for Survival
She read them aloud.
"One: Consent is sacred. Anything non-consensual will result in point loss, punishment, or expulsion into the Abyss of Eternal Blue Balls."
Laughter rippled across the room.
"Two: Students must accumulate Lust Points to progress. These are earned through interactions, quests, and challenges. Think of it as... sexy XP."
That part was met with cheers.
"Three: All interactions affect your reputation and kinks. Be careful what you try. The system remembers everything."
I swallowed. That sounded ominous.
"Four: Magical protection prevents pregnancy and disease. Unless you want it. Then... good luck."
That got the biggest applause yet.
"And finally," she said with a grin. "Five: There is no escape until you graduate."
My heart sank.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "How long's that take?"
She smiled sweetly. "Depends how fast you learn."
The screen vanished, replaced by a glowing leaderboard. The names were mostly nonsense, handles like "SuccBoi420," "VelvetMistress," and "ThighbreakerXL." I scanned for my name. Found it at the bottom.
Player: ??? – Level: 1 – Lust Points: 0 – Kinks: Undiscovered
The shame hit harder than I expected.
Headmistress Vynara continued. "Each of you will be assigned a dorm, a mentor, and a starter item. You'll also undergo an initial kink evaluation."
That sounded worse than any quiz I'd ever taken.
"Now then," she said. "Please retrieve your envelopes from the Assignation Counter."
A group of succubi appeared at the side of the hall, lounging behind a shimmering desk. Each one wore a lanyard and nothing else. They waved us over with sultry smiles and feathered pens.
The crowd surged forward.
I stayed back, hoping the madness would die down before I had to fight someone with glowing nipples over a piece of paper.
Eventually, I shuffled forward. A red-skinned succubus with horn piercings and lip gloss that looked like liquid sin glanced up at me.
"Name?" she purred.
"I'm not sure. I didn't register, I got kidnapped..."
"Ah. A raw upload. How cute." She licked the envelope before handing it to me. "You're gonna be fun to watch."
I didn't ask what she meant.
I stepped away, opened the envelope, and read the contents:
Student ID: [Pending Name Selection]Assigned Dorm: Cherry Whip Hall – Room 3CMentor: Professor Lira VelantraStarter Item: Basic Eros LensOrientation Quest: "Meet Your Mentor"Kink Profile:To be revealed
A small, round object fell into my palm. It looked like a contact lens made of light. The moment it touched my skin, it blinked and vanished. I blinked. A faint HUD appeared in the corner of my vision.
Eros Lens Activated. Status: Newbie. Tracking Lust Points. Zero Achievements. Zero Orgasms.
I cringed. That last one felt like a personal attack.
A chime echoed. The stage pulsed. And then, she appeared.
Aphrenia.
Hovering above the crowd in a slow spiral, her wings glowing with violet energy, her outfit even more revealing than before. It wasn't fair. She didn't even need gravity to obey her. Her gaze swept across the crowd and then settled on me. A sly smile curved her lips.
"Oh, little mortal," she said, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Don't disappoint me. I've made space in the story just for you."
And then she was gone.
Just like that.
The orientation ended in chaos. Students scattered toward their dorms. Some vanished into side corridors whispering about "secret portals." Others were already making plans for their first quest.
I stood in place, envelope in hand, feeling very much like a cardboard cutout in a 4K porno.
But I had a quest.
"Meet Your Mentor."
Right. That seemed safe enough.
I followed the glowing map in my vision. It guided me through the castle's west wing, past a hallway where a slime girl was aggressively flirting with a sentient mop, and up a staircase that vibrated with each step. The walls here pulsed softly, as if alive, and the paintings watched me pass.
Eventually, I reached a door labeled:
Professor Lira Velantra – Personal Quarters
I knocked.
A moment later, the door opened.
And I immediately forgot how to breathe.
Professor Lira was tall, elegant, and horrifyingly hot. Her eyes were the color of heated bronze. Her long, black hair flowed down her back in neat braids, and she wore a tight academic robe that clung to her body like it had been painted on. Thin-framed glasses rested on her nose, though she didn't seem to need them.
"You're my student?" she asked, voice low and melodic.
"I... Yes?" I managed.
"Good. Come in. Strip."
I froze. "Excuse me?"
She rolled her eyes. "Relax. I meant strip off the illusions. The Eros Lens is still defaulting you to zero-level visual filters. You won't survive five minutes in this world if you can't distinguish magic boob enhancements from the real thing."
"Oh. Right. That makes sense."
"Also, your pants are glitching."
I looked down.
Sure enough, my pants had started flickering like bad texture mapping in a video game. The Academy's system hadn't fully rendered me. With a groan, I stepped inside, hoping I wouldn't become someone's walking crash log.
Her office was... tasteful.
Wood shelves lined with ancient erotic tomes. A fireplace crackling with pink flame. A plush couch that probably had stories. And on the wall behind her desk, a massive diagram labeled "Erotic Affinity Matrix."
She motioned to a seat.
"So," she said, sitting across from me. "You're the mortal."
"Apparently."
"I read your file. Or rather, the blank spot where a file should be. You were summoned by Aphrenia herself?"
"Yeah. She thought I trashed her game."
Lira snorted. "Classic Aphrenia. Divine ego, zero error-checking."
"I'm innocent, by the way."
"I figured. You have the energy of someone who still gets flustered when someone says 'moist.'"
I sputtered. "That's not fair."
"It's accurate."
She leaned forward, hands clasped.
"Here's the deal. I don't usually take first-years. But you're special. Or at least, the goddess thinks so. So I'm going to do my best to make sure you don't end up as a background character in your own story."
"Thanks... I think."
She stood. Walked around the desk. Stopped in front of me.
"We'll start with a kink profile extraction."
"Wait, what?"
"Don't worry. It's painless. Mostly."
She reached out and pressed her fingers to my forehead.
Warmth flooded my skull.
Then cold.
Then...
Images.
Flashes of thoughts I didn't know I had.
Library fantasies. Accidental harem scenarios. That one time I got flustered watching a yoga video. A very specific moment involving a vampire girl and a glass of red wine.
I wanted to crawl under the desk and never come out.
When it ended, she stepped back and smiled.
"Vanilla base, mild sub tendencies, high potential for corruption, and a deeply repressed praise kink."
I died inside. "Please forget all of that."
"No."
She handed me a small crystal.
"This will let you access the Lust Archive. Review your stats and track your progress. Don't break it. They're expensive."
I took it with shaking hands.
"Your real lessons begin tomorrow," she said. "For now, get some rest. Your dorm awaits."
"Right."
"Also, try not to orgasm in public. There are penalties."
"Wait, what...?"
She pushed me out the door before I could ask.
***
That night, I lay in my dorm room, staring at the ceiling.
The bed was suspiciously soft. The sheets smelled like roses. There was a mirror on the ceiling that I pretended not to notice.
My HUD blinked softly.
Lust Points: 0Kinks Unlocked: 1Progress: Embarrassingly slow
I groaned.
This was going to be hell.
Or worse...
It might be fun.