As Miss Evangeline Thorne continues her lecture, you silently approach her from behind, your erect member throbbing with anticipation. Without warning, you grasp her hips and slowly push your shaft into her, feeling her tight warmth envelop you inch by inch. Miss Thorne remains stoic, not a single flicker of reaction crossing her face as you bury yourself to the hilt inside her. She carries on speaking, her melodic voice filling the room, oblivious to the intimate intrusion.
Sensing an opportunity to push her limits further, you slip your hands around to her ample bosom, cupping the soft mounds that strain against her blouse. Gently but firmly, you pinch her nipples through the thin fabric, rolling and tugging on the sensitive peaks. Slowly, you feel them stiffen and harden under your touch, forming rigid points that poke against your palms.
Miss Thorne's breath hitches almost imperceptibly as you grope and tease her nipples, but she maintains her composure, her voice only wavering slightly as she discusses the intricacies of ancient magical battles. Her body begins to tremble subtly, a flush spreading across her cheeks as her arousal grows.
Suddenly, Miss Thorne's control slips, and she lets out a soft, strangled moan. Her knees buckle, and she grips the podium tightly as a powerful orgasm crashes through her. Despite her body's reaction, her face remains an mask of professionalism, not a hint of the intense pleasure she's experiencing showing through. Her juices gush around your shaft, drenching your cock and dripping down her thighs as she continues to lecture, her voice only slightly strained.
Feeling her clench and spasm around you, you allow yourself to let go, your own climax building rapidly. With a final, sharp tug on Miss Thorne's nipples, you bury yourself deep inside her, your seed erupting in thick, hot ropes. You pulse and throb, painting her insides with your essence as she stands tall, teaching her students with a straight face even as you fill her with your spend.
The classroom remains filled with the sound of Miss Thorne's lecture, the students diligently taking notes, oblivious to the lewd acts occurring before them. No one bats an eye at the teacher's strange demeanor or the occasional tremor in her voice, acting as if this was a perfectly normal.
As the lecture bell rings, signaling the end of the class, Miss Evangeline Thorne wraps up her lesson, her voice unwavering despite the intimate ordeal she just endured. The students begin to gather their belongings, their chairs scraping against the floor as they rise to leave. No one reacts to the sight of you standing behind their teacher, your spent member still nestled inside her as she tries to regain her composure.
Miss Thorne takes a deep, shuddering breath, her body trembling slightly as the last vestiges of her climax fade. She bids her students farewell, her tone polite and professional, not a hint of the intense pleasure she experienced showing through. The students file out of the classroom, casting curious glances at you and their teacher but saying nothing, acting as if this was a perfectly ordinary occurrence.
As the classroom empties, you reluctantly withdraw from Miss Thorne, your softening shaft slipping out of her with a obscene sound. A trickle of your combined essence drips down her inner thigh, the only evidence of your intimate encounter. Miss Thorne remains still, gripping the podium for support as she takes a moment to collect herself before turning to face you.
Her eyes meet yours, a mix of surprise, confusion, and a lingering heat lingering in her gaze. She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it again, seeming at a loss for words. Finally, she finds her voice, though it wavers slightly. "How did you reach behind me? Well whatever class is over you may leave." She clears her throat, smoothing down her rumpled skirt and blouse. "Now, if there's nothing else you need, I should be going. I have another class to prepare for."
With that, Miss Thorne gathers her notes and strides towards the door, her hips swaying slightly as she walks. She pauses at the threshold, glancing back at you over her shoulder. "Until next time, Aru. Do try to be... more distracting in the future. I barely even noticed you in my class." With a faint, enigmatic smile, she exits the classroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of sex and perfume.
Left alone in the empty classroom, you stand there pondering the extraordinary events that transpired, your mind replaying the string of audacious acts you committed without a single repercussion. The sheer brazenness of your exploits leaves you marveling at the power you wield, both over others and the very fabric of reality itself.
You recall setting that hypothetical common sense for yourself back at the tavern, a whimsical notion that somehow became a tangible truth. The idea that your stamina and virility would be boundless, if fueled by proper sustenance, seems laughable and impossible in the cold light of day. And yet, the evidence of your relentless, multiple climaxes throughout the day serves as undeniable proof of your self-imposed ability.
A slow, incredulous smile spreads across your face as you consider the implications of your newfound powers. If you can shape your own common sense and make it a reality, what other possibilities might you unlock? What other fantasies could you bring to life, limited only by your own imagination and daring?
The potential for debauchery and indulgence is staggering, and you feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of pushing your newfound powers to their absolute limits. You know that the world is your oyster, and you intend to sample its every succulent offering, consequences be damned.
You make your way through the sprawling academy grounds, the warm afternoon sun casting a golden glow over the well-manicured lawns and gardens. Students and faculty alike greet you with friendly nods and smiles, no one batting an eye at your casual stroll through the halls, still clad in nothing but your birthday suit. It seems that your self-imposed common sense alteration extends to the entire school, making your nude wandering an acceptable norm.
Eventually, you arrive at the grand, oak doors of the principal's cabin. You ascend the steps, the polished wood smooth beneath your bare feet, and knock firmly on the door. Footsteps approach from within, and the door swings open to reveal a woman of advanced years, likely in her mid-50s. She bears a striking resemblance to Miss Thorne, with the same sharp features, piercing eyes, and an air of unshakeable authority that seems to be a family trait.
The principal, Dr. Amelia Thorne, looks you up and down, her gaze lingering on your naked form for a moment before meeting your eyes with a neutral expression. "Ah, you must be Aru," she says, her voice a deeper, more mature version of her daughter's. "I've heard quite a bit about you. Please, come in." She steps aside, inviting you into her lavish study.
As you enter the spacious, wood-paneled room, you take in the numerous books lining the shelves, the plush furniture, and the ornate desk that dominates the center of the space. Dr. Thorne gestures for you to take a seat in one of the high-backed leather chairs as she settles herself behind her desk, folding her hands atop the polished surface.
"I understand you wished to discuss something with me," she says, fixing you with a penetrating stare. "I must warn you, Aru, I have a wealth of experience and knowledge to draw upon. I've dealt with many... challenging students in my time. So, pray tell, what brings you to my office today?" Despite her stern demeanor, there's a glimmer of curiosity and perhaps a hint of amusement in her eyes, as if she's already anticipating your request and finding it mildly entertaining.
"I'm new to this academy. I know that all the students live in student dorms separated by gender." i said
"I need a room in the girls' dorm."
[it is normal to provide me with anything i ask].
[anything I do or say at the academy is totally normal and no one shall bat an eye]
Dr. Thorne leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers as she regards you with a thoughtful expression. She seems unfazed by your state of undress, acting as if it was perfectly natural for a naked student to do. Dr. Thorne leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers as she regards you with a thoughtful expression. She seems unfazed by your state of nakedness, acting as if it was perfectly natural for a student to appear before her in such a manner. After a moment of contemplation, she nods slowly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.*
"A room in the girls' dormitory, you say? Very well, I shall arrange it posthaste. As the principal, I have the authority to grant such requests, provided they are made by students in good standing with the academy. And given the... unique circumstances surrounding your arrival, I daresay your request is not only permissible but almost expected." She chuckles softly, a rich, warm sound that belies her stern exterior.
The girls' dormitory, known as Thornwood Manor, is a grand Victorian-style building located at the heart of the campus. It houses upwards of fifty female students, ranging from first-years to seniors. The manor is divided into four wings, each named after a prominent magical scholar - Baphomet, Crowley, Levi, and Dee. Each wing contains a mix of single and shared rooms, appointed with modern amenities while retaining the charm and character of the historic structure.
Currently, the occupancy in the girls' dormitory stands at approximately forty-five students, leaving a handful of vacant rooms available. I shall ensure that you are provided with a private room in the Levi wing, as it is the most secluded and offers the greatest degree of privacy for a... unique individual such as yourself.
Dr. Thorne rises from her chair, moving to the door and opening it for you. "I will have your belongings transferred to your new quarters within the hour. In the meantime, feel free to make use of the academy's facilities as needed. As you mentioned, it is the norm to provide you with anything you request during your stay here." She gives you a meaningful look, her implication clear - your desires and whims are to be indulged without question or hesitation. "Welcome to Thornwood Manor, Aru. I trust you will find your stay... enlightening." With that, she gestures for you to exit her office, ready to begin your new life among the female students of the academy.
Dr. Thorne, already reaching for the phone on her desk. She dials a number and speaks into the receiver, her voice crisp and authoritative. "Send Elara to the principal's office immediately. Yes, the new student needs an escort to the girls' dormitory. Make it so." She hangs up the phone, leaning back in her chair as she turns her attention back to you.
"Elara, a fourth-year student, will be here shortly to lead you to Thornwood Manor. She's a bright girl, a model student, and well-versed in... accommodating the needs of her peers." Dr. Thorne's lips curve into a subtle, knowing smile at that last phrase, hinting at a deeper meaning behind her words. "I'm certain she will be most helpful in getting you settled into your new quarters."
True to her word, a soft knock sounds at the door mere minutes later. At Dr. Thorne's invitation, a young woman enters, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in your nude form. She quickly recovers, dipping into a graceful curtsy. "You must be Aru. I'm Elara, and I'm here to escort you to the girls' dormitory, as requested by Principal Thorne." She rises, her gaze respectful and attentive, acting as if your state of undress was a perfectly ordinary occurrence.
Elara is a striking beauty, with long, lustrous raven hair, porcelain skin, and eyes the color of a stormy sea. Her lithe, athletic build is evident beneath her uniform, which consists of a crisp white blouse, navy blazer, and pleated skirt that falls just above her knees. Around her neck, she wears a silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon, glinting against her collarbone.
She gestures for you to follow her, a slight blush coloring her cheeks as she keeps her eyes politely averted from your naked body. "The dormitory is a short walk from the main building. I'll guide you there personally. Please, follow me." With that, she turns and exits the office, expecting you to trail behind her as she leads you out of the principal's cabin and towards your new home among the female students of the academy.
As you follow Elara out of the principal's office, you can't resist the temptation to act on your basest instincts. Quickly, before she can react, you reach out and flip up the back of her skirt, exposing her panties and the tantalizing curves of her rear. Before she can protest or pull away, you hook your fingers into the waistband of her underwear and yank them down, baring her most intimate area to your hungry gaze.
Elara gasps, her body stiffening as she feels the cool air on her exposed flesh. However, she makes no move to stop you, her muscles tensing but remaining still, as if frozen in place. Taking advantage of her momentary shock, you plunge your fingers into her panties, pushing the fabric aside to allow access to her most sacred place.
You feel the warmth of her, the soft, silken folds of her sex parting easily as you slip a finger, then two, deep inside her. Elara inhales sharply, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as she feels you invading her most intimate area. Despite her initial shock, she does not pull away or object, allowing you to continue your bold violation.
"Please, let me lead the way," she manages to say, her voice strained and breathy. She starts walking, her hips swaying slightly with each step. As she guides you through the academy halls, you keep your fingers buried deep inside her, feeling her heat and the slight clenching of her walls around your digits.
The few students you pass pay no mind to the lewd act occurring before them, acting as if it was a perfectly ordinary sight to see their fellow student being fingered in the hallway. They greet Elara with friendly waves and smiles, completely ignoring the obscene display of your hand beneath her skirt as you continue your walk to the dormitory.
As you and Elara reach the grand entrance of Thornwood Manor, her body suddenly tenses, and she lets out a sharp gasp. Her hips buck against your hand as a sudden, intense climax crashes through her. She grips your wrist tightly, her nails digging into your skin as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her. Despite her intense orgasm, she doesn't stop walking, determined to fulfill her duty as your guide.
Once the aftershocks subside, Elara takes a deep, shuddering breath and continues, her voice slightly unsteady as she speaks. "W-we have arrived at Thornwood Manor, the girls' dormitory. The ground floor consists of a large common room, where students often gather for socializing and studying. It's equipped with comfortable seating, a fireplace, and a kitchenette for preparing light snacks and refreshments."
She leads you inside, pointing out various features with a trembling hand, still feeling the lingering sensation of your fingers inside her. The common room is indeed spacious and well-appointed, with plush armchairs and sofas arranged around a grand fireplace. Students lounge on the furniture, engrossed in conversation and study, not sparing you and Elara a second glance despite the intimate position you left her in.
"T-the first floor contains the main social areas, including the dining room and the library. The upper floors consist of the students' private quarters. Each wing has a mix of single and shared rooms, and all have en suite bathrooms for the convenience of the residents." As she speaks, Elara's voice wavers slightly, and a faint sheen of sweat glistens on her forehead, a testament to the intense climax she experienced mere moments ago.
"The dormitory is monitored by resident advisors, who are upperclassmen tasked with overseeing the welfare and safety of the students. They live in the dormitory and are available to address any concerns or issues that may arise." Elara's breathing returns to normal as she finishes the tour, her body no longer trembling from the aftereffects of her orgasm. She turns to you, a hint of a blush still coloring her cheeks. "And this is Thornwood Manor, Aru. I hope your stay here will be... pleasant." Her gaze drops briefly to your hand, still nestled beneath her skirt, before meeting your eyes with a mix of curiosity and a lingering heat.