Venus was not pleased when he told her what had happened that morning. He left out the part where Serapha and Giselle had forced themselves upon him, and he focused on how Drystan had helped him save the girls from mana strain.
“Hmmm…” she looked him in the eyes appraisingly. Her strong hands gripped his shoulders, giving him the feeling that he was on trial. He was so nervous, he was sweating profusely.
“You’re sure Magister Quintus didn’t do anything to him?”
“I’m sure,” Linhart responded, “The Magister left before us. We were stuck watching the girls… as they recovered.”
“And these girls… they didn’t do anything bad to him, or you?” she asked, prying quickly into the part that he didn’t want her to know.
“No, nothing like that!” he responded quickly, telling the truth. Nothing Serapha and Giselle did was bad. He smiled as he remembered the thrill of receiving their bodies one after the other, the girls passionately trying to outdo each other. “They were very good to me.”
“Hmmm…” she said again. “Well, be careful around that Magister. Even back in my day he had a reputation as a ‘Fighter Killer.’ He’d go out of his way to eliminate freshmen who look promising. Don’t fall for his ploys.”
“I won’t, Centurion Venus,” he answered. Her hands were running through his hair now, mussing it up like he was a little kid again. He pushed her away firmly saying, “Should we go to your domus now? The others might get jealous if they see you treating me like this.”
A glint lit up in her eyes. “Oho, are you embarrassed to be touched by me?,” she wrapped her arm around his waist and pulled him close enough he could feel the heat of her body as they walked together. “I’m your Mentor now. You should become comfortable being close to me in both mind and body.”
Linhart’s heart and his pants were bursting from the attention she was giving him. How could he tell her that he wanted to spend all day with her, not just one hour. He wanted her to smother him with her tits until he knew nothing but her body.
“Believe me when I say, I feel really comfortable with you.” he replied tactfully, running his fingers across her chest and lifting her left boob hesitantly.
Venus paused. Her expression showed how pleased she was that he was reciprocating. She placed her hand on top of his, encouraging his exploration of her boobs.
“If that is true, then come to me every day for advice and… training,” she commanded breathlessly. Her arms slid benath his uniform and touched him all over, commenting on how much he'd grown. He continued to play with her boobs, enjoying their shape, weight, and perfect proportions. Venus was the perfect woman.
A few minutes passed, and they both knew that they had to stop. Both he and Venus were horny as hell but they had delayed long enough and it was time to begin Mentor Hour. She gave his waist an extra hard squeeze, saying, “And let me know if the girls are doing bad things to you… I don’t want you to withdraw like so many other boys have.”
* * * * * * * * *
Inside the building, the air was filled with the chatter of the freshmen girls. They had broken into groups by now, some in pairs and others floated by themselves. But most were gathered around a set of large wooden tables, which were too tall to sit at, but were the perfect height for leaning against. There wasn’t a single chair in the room. The girls sounded like they were growing acquainted, but the moment Linhart entered with Venus, all conversation trickled to a halt.
Many eyes were on Linhart. Some with open hostility, and others with smirks and giggles. Everyone knew the reason he was entering later than the rest, arm in arm with the Centurion. Venus didn't seem to mind, but Linhart felt his face flush and he hurried to join the others.
Drussus was there at one of the tables. His wide eyes and timid posture made him look like he was being held hostage by the girls who were talking with him. Linhart was not surprised to see that the girls closest to him were Ayame and Saya. Ayame, the perky blond and source of his discomfort, had her hands casually draped over Drussus’ shoulders.
Linhart didn’t have time to really consider the students around him before Venus was calling the room to order. “When your Centurion enters the room, you stand at attention and you say, ‘Good morning, Centurion.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, Centurion,” responded an echo of voices as everyone snapped to attention.
“Well…?” she said testily.
“Good morning, Centurion,” shouted the freshmen. The majority of them were right in time, with a few too fast and a few late.
Venus launched into a speech on the purpose of Mentor Hour. She framed it in such a way that he’d never heard it before. His previous time line, his ‘Mentor Hour’ had been an introduction course to the Eryndor Army. Dry and tedious. Every Century was different, and it was clear that Venus’ Mentorship would be ten times more exciting than his previous experience. The fact that he got to see Venus in her combat fatigues every day made it even better.
Linhart sidled over to stand next to Drussus. It was weird, feeling such a kinship for this guy that had treated him like dirt in his original life. But the longer he spent living in this Reverse World, the more he craved the support of other males. Especially the few who dared to become Fighters.
He plucked Ayame’s hand off Drussus’ shoulder and put his own arm there in its place. From the corner of his eye, he saw her glaring at him futilely. Linhart smiled to himself and committed all his attention to Venus.
“...because it is my first year as Centurion, I have high expectations for myself and for you. At the end of the year, we will be ranked against the other 5 centuries, and I will not accept failure. You may not be Fighters yet, but by the time the Year End Fights roll around you’ll be whipping the other Centuries butts all around the fighting pit.”
She marched about the room, and as she spoke she occasionally slapped the Fighters on their rears, emphasizing each of her points with the echoing sound of freshman buttcheeks.
“I mean to test your mettle long before the Year End Fights take place. Starting today, I will be watching each of you, judging your worth. I expect only half of you will make it to Year End, and that half will be fighting machines. Anyone who passes through the Year End Fights will move on to become Juniors, and you will have me to thank for it! It is my job to make sure the strong get through and the weak get culled along the way.”
As she passed between his table and the next, Linhart was surprised to feel Venus’ strong hand strike his buttocks with a resounding 'SMACK.'
“Uugh!” he yelped. He couldn't contain a startled cry, which sounded too erotic, and several girls looked in his direction, specifically towards his stinging bottom.
“Now, before we can grow strong, we must learn what it means to be a Fighter. We will start the process today, by completing a simple task. There are two missing from our numbers, leaving 48 students here in this Century. You will divide yourselves into six squads, with eight people per squad, no more and no fewer.”
An excited murmuring rose up, and students were already pointing and gesturing at each other, forging relationships right there on the spot.
“I’m not done yet,” Venus called out, “You will be working in these squads every day for ten days. Pitted against one another and completing tasks, as ordered. At the end of the tenth Mentor Hour, each squad will be ranked. Members of the top scoring squad will receive a reward, and members of the lowest scoring squad will be ejected from the Academy. All members of that squad.”
Venus, having completed her circuit of the room, stood at the front once more, observing the class carefully with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. “This is real… consider carefully who you wish to work with, and who will help you grow… Now, select your squad members!”
The order echoed off the bare stone walls and chaos erupted among the female fighters. Many immediately broke into clusters around the six standing tables. Voices rose at once. The girls were bargaining, boasting, arguing.
Linhart and Drussus, as the only male Fighters in the Century, stood awkwardly next to one of the central tables.
A broad-shouldered girl with a crooked nose pointed immediately at Linhart.
“Him. He’s with me.”
Saya, with her shapely build and cold demeanor turned sharply. “No, he's mine.”
The first girl smirked. “Too bad, I called him already.”
Saya squared up with the hefty girl, using her height as intimidation, though it was clear she was outweighed. “You don’t even know his name.”
“His name doesn’t matter. All that matters is that big dick he’s packing.”
Several nearby girls stopped forming squads to watch. Linhart shyly covered the leaky bulge between his legs.
“You wouldn’t even know what to do with it, virgin,” Saya snapped.
“As if your skinny ass could ride cock for more than five seconds?”
That earned a few laughs.
Saya was seeing red. She shoved the girl hard in the boobs, and the room erupted instantly.
Both girls slammed into a standing table, fists flying before anyone could speak. Wood screeched across the stone floor, pinning several bystanders painfully between it and another table. The fighters crashed into it once more, grabbing hair, throwing punches, and slapping tits hard enough to elicit cries of pain.
Girls shouted encouragement instead of stopping them.
“Break her jaw!”
“Get on top of her!”
Off to the side, Venus watched silently, arms still folded, making no move to intervene.
Linhart couldn't believe that this was allowed to happen. What kind of Training activity was this? He raced over to her, clutching at her arms. Pleading to get her attention. Venus smiled and instinctively wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a rough bear hug. “What is it, Linny boy?"
"Uungh! Let me go, Venus… Why are you letting this happen?”
He pointed at the fight that seemed to be turning into a brawl now. The crooked-nosed Fighter was bashing her forehead into Saya’s face. Ayame jumped in out of nowhere and wrapped her arm around the first girl’s neck. It looked like a pretty effective choke-hold. Other girls were joining the mix, looking eager to just punch someone.
Blood was falling from girls’ faces and knuckles by this point, dripping all over the floor.
“Are you kidding me? This is how they should form squads,” Venus laughed, “This is a Fighter Century! Now why don’t you get in there and show me that you can hold your own against these untrained girls.”
