It was twelve bells and Linhart staggered out of the Fighter Infirmary by himself. The heat of the midday sun hit him harder than it should and he sank to his knees in the Fighting Square. Xenia and Maeve had held him for hours, and he hadn't tried to get away. He had lost himself in the sex and passion of their two bodies, which thankfully drowned out the grief that had filled him. But now, the threesome was over, and his hopeless reality came flooding back.
Not only were his two best friends in the Academy gone, Fighter boys like him were being targeted more and more. Life no longer felt worthwhile living. He looked around. There wasn’t another soul in the Square to help him up.
Xenia had remained in the Infirmary. It would raise too many questions if she were walking around campus hand-in-hand with a Freshman. Maeve wasn’t with him either. She needed to rest now, still recovering from her injuries, though she promised to come visit him that evening.
By the end, he’d reasoned with Xenia and come to an agreement that would allow him to maintain his independence, but allowed her to protect him from harm. First, any girls that he bonded or been intimate with, he would have to bring to her to get her approval. Several of them, such as Maeve and Ami, she had already agreed to, though she questioned his taste in seniors.
“Should I worry that you seem drawn to weak women? Perhaps you like pushing girls around? Will you start pushing me down on the bed?”
Linhart doubted he’d ever outmuscle Xenia, but maybe if he used the shock rod… He knew she had a masochistic side to her, and she had even helped him, when he ordered her to help with dominate Maeve. After a few rounds with the three of them together, he had bent Maeve over the bed and fucked her like an animal. Xenia had found that hot as hell and had even allowed him to fill Maeve with his cum.
Maeve herself seemed to have enjoyed getting fucked rough by Linhart. She shrieked and writhed her body, cumming multiple times while he spanked her butt and railed deep into her. After that, she got really quiet, and was unable to look him in the eye for a long while.
“That was a reward for this red-headed hag.” Xenia had said, grinding against him while Maeve was still bent over the bed recovering her strength.
He also had to promise to respect their scheduled sex lessons every day, now that she'd discovered how potent his cream-pies were at improving her score. Even after making these promises, Xenia had been very reluctant to let him go.
“”Do not go anywhere by yourself, and stay away from Strikers. I’ll get that stuck-up senior Ami to keep an eye on you as well. Maybe these two losers together can keep you safe.”
Now, as he climbed back to his feet, he told himself that he had to keep busy, keep moving, otherwise the sense of lose would overwhelm him. Xenia and Maeve had helped him temporarily escape from his pain, so now it was time to reunite with Zoey. Being comforted by his tiny devoted cutie seemed a better plan than being alone. Plus, he promised to meet her at Midday Meal.
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As he neared Fighter’s Green, he heard the din of hundreds of Fighters eating, holding loud conversations, and he smelled the aroma of fresh bread and stew. None of this appealed to him. He had no desire to sit with these happy people and no appetite to eat. He would just find Zoey and get away from there quickly.
He arrived at the field, and looked out across the sea of girls. His mood didn’t allow him to enjoy the lively beauty as much as he usually would have. Then, he saw a short blond one pushing her way through the aisle, coming in his direction.
By the forceful way she knocked others to the side, it was clear that this wasn’t Zoey. It was her sister, Chloe.
Before he could decide whether he should run or fight, she was right in front of him. She didn’t immediately attack him, which was surprising considering the last time he’d seen her she had threatened to kill him. But she wore a scowl, and held her hands tightly under her arms as if restraining herself from baring her claws at him.
“Are you looking for my sister?” she demanded, posing it more as an accusation than a question. “She’s lying down in our dorm room now, and she won’t come out for anything. You really screwed her up!”
Chloe’s voice rose higher and grew angrier as she talked. Linhart looked down at the ground, unable to look her in the eye.
“You’re right, I really messed things up with Zoey. I’m sorry, Chloe. But I don’t know why she won’t come out. When I last saw her this morning, she promised to meet me here for Midday Meal.”
“Well, she wants to see you right away, so I told her I would get you and bring you back to her,” Chloe sniffed, as if she were too busy or important for such a task. “Come with me, so you can fix the damage you’ve caused.”
The look she gave him was one of pure hatred, but she gestured with her hand for him to follow and she turned and jogged off in the direction of Fighter Hall. He was left wondering if he should follow or not. He didn’t really want to be around Chloe when she was in such a volatile state of mind, but Zoey was really the only person he could trust right now. He had to see her!
Making up his mind, he jogged off after her. She was surprisingly fast for a girl of such short stature. By the time he reached the entrance to Fight Hall, she was already there waiting for him.
“Come on, dick-boy,” she called and darted up the stairs ahead of him. He didn’t care if she waited for him or not, he knew where she was going. When he reached the room, he found the door had been left slightly open. The room beyond was eerily quiet, and the whole situation was giving him a really bad feeling. Where were the twins?
Pushing the door open all the way, he peered inside and saw Zoey lying motionless on her bed. She was wearing her school uniform, but apparently asleep, there was no sign of Chloe. Linhart walked inside and knelt beside her. He reached down and gently shook her. Too late, he realized that her eyes weren’t closed, and that she wasn’t sleeping. Tears were streaming down her cheek and her big blue eyes seemed filled with panic, as they gazed over at him. The door behind him slammed shut.
Chloe was standing there, turning the key and locking the door. She had been hiding behind it.
“You see, Linhart,” she said slowly with malice in her voice, “Zoey wasn’t leaving the room because she had a certain device stuck up her butt. You know it well. It’s the same device you stuck inside me just before you stole my sister from me, you good-for-nothing dick.”
She was walking towards him, her hands held out in front, he could see her 10 razor-sharp claws extending from her fingertips. Linhart’s blood ran cold, knowing even a single swipe of those could cut him open. He dropped into a defensive position, just as Chloe lunged, claws flashing for his face. He barely slipped to the side in time, catching her wrist. That wasn't a wounding strike she'd thrown. He realized instantly that she was trying to kill him.
“Chloe, stop!” he implored her, “You don’t have to do this.”
“I do have to do this,” she retorted acidly, “My own sister turned against me because of you!”
He stepped into her attack, closing the distance between them to neutralize the deadly arc of her claws. She was fast, but she wasn’t any stronger than he was. Clinching her arms with both of his, he drove her backwards against her bed. If he could get her down on the bed, he could pin her shoulders and hold her until Zoey recovered from the stun.
“Urgh, why are you so strong?”
“Of course I’m stronger than you. You’re half my size!”
As Linhart pushed the little girl downward, she twisted away from him with unnatural flexibility, dragging the tips of her claws down and across his side. He recoiled and avoided the worst of the damage, but his grasp on her loosened just enough for her to break the hold he had on her.
Stepping back, Chloe hissed at him like an angry cat. She was fast, but she became a bit cautious, slashing now at him in quick arcs that forced him on the defensive.
“Boys are supposed to be cute and delicate. Boys who fight like you are just freaks!”
She was aggressively attacking now from arms’ length, being sure not to step close enough so he could grab her. Linhart parried and dodged her swipes, but couldn’t grapple her. He couldn’t take this head-on assault much longer.
Circling to the side and in front of the window, he saw that the sun was in her eyes from this angle. She was swinging blindly. Lunging forward, he caught her elbow in mid-swing and reached for the other. Both of his arms now tangled with hers, he hooked a leg behind hers and they both fell together.
She was beyond angry now, shouting and spitting at him as they struggled on the floor. “Fuck… you dick!... She said the only way she’d be free of you is when she dies… I’m going to make you die instead!”
Chloe fought like a wildcat, pulling her arms down, around, and free she started raking at his arms and face. Unable to dodge from this position, he could only raise his arms defensively. The claws cut deep into both his forearms, which he held in front to guard his face. His blood was flowing down onto her now. He rolled away, until he was up against Zoey’s bed. His body was slowing down by this time, both from exertion and loss of blood. He scrambled up using the bed for support, but disoriented as he was, he stumbled.
That was enough of an opening for Chloe. Linhart felt her seize his shoulders from behind.
In one fluid motion, she locked her legs around his waist, holding onto him like a backpack. Her claws pressed to his throat, and her head was beside his.
“Chloe, don’t do it! I can help you. I can fix Zoey.” His words were strained, and he froze in place.
He could feel her breath hot in his ear, and she whispered, “This is the only way to fix her.”
Her claws raked across his throat, cutting deep into his trachea and his jugular vein. His blood poured out, across the bed and onto Zoey’s neat, clean uniform and all over her pretty face. He couldn't speak, he couldn't breathe. He collapsed upon Zoey. Chloe still holding him tightly from behind scored his flesh again with her claws again, but his body was no longer registering pain.
Zoey’s soft body was like a heavenly cushion for him. The sunlight pouring in through the window was fading fast, as his consciousness slipped away.
Linhart died.
SURVEY ON STORY IDEAS FOR THE FUTURE (NOT LINHART'S STORY)
I’m in the planning stages for other related series that I would someday like to write as well. Please complete the following survey regarding stories that you think would best follow-up.
I COULDN'T FIT ALL THE INFO IN THE POLL, SO HERE IS MY RUNDOWN OF STORY IDEAS:
Which class(es) of Mnemon boy (and theme) would you be interested in reading?
Mage - harem of high class / spoiled girls who cast world-altering spells and don’t take no for an answer. Binder - harem of magic girls in competition for the most popular support partner, and MC is top of the list. Striker - harem of dangerous girls / all Strikers (except MC) are girls / MC is an anomaly, girls want to kiss him and kill himHealer - harem of all classes, healing sick girls and fending off unwanted attention, MC is doted on / worshippedFighter - another Fighter boy with a Fighter harem
Which sexy special abilities are you interested in seeing in future MCs?
Pheremones - Whenever he gets sweaty or horny, girls can’t resist this boyForesight - MC can see 1 minute into the future, multiple timelines, traumatic events replayed and avoidedSuper Strength - Girls feel threatened / turned on by the unnatural strength of this boyTime Stop - MC is playing with wizard powers, how long can he get away with it?
Common Sense Manipulation - MC can change the common sense ideas of others,
Puppeteer - MC can control the movements / actions of any girl he wants,
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