Trailing Kylie toward the gymnasium's exit, Quinn stole a glance back. He saw in the shadowy corners, some male freshmen ravaged their female instructors. Moans from sultry teachers mingled with primal growls from the boys.
It was a living gallery of debauchery.
Not every freshman succumbed. Some diligently completed their tests, like him.
"Roomie! What's up?" Kylie's voice was in his ear, making Quinn freeze.
He turned to find his stunning roommate pressed against him, her plump, pink lips grazing his earlobe. The soft contact sent shivers racing through him.
If he dipped his head just slightly, he'd glimpse the creamy swells of her breasts peeking from her top, quivering with each breath.
Quinn bolted from the gym, stopping by a large rock outside. Bent over, hands on knees, he gulped a mouthful of air in.
Kylie casually caught up to him. Her lewd scent curled around him, bringing his cock to life again.
"Uh, r-roomie, I think I'll wander campus alone."
He couldn't stay near these dangerous girls. Who knows what might happen?
He braced for her to refuse.
To his shock, Kylie flashed a smile and nodded easily. "Of course, silly. I'm just your roommate, not your girlfriend. I don't own you."
For a split second, he thought he'd misheard. But her nod was real, and he let out a cautious breath.
As she spoke, her arms stretched upward, flaunting her slender waist. A strip of pale skin peeked from her crisp academy uniform, her delicate navel winking at him.
His eyes traced lower, catching a glimpse of a pink ribbon above her skirt's hem. It had to be a silky thong, the kind he'd only seen in risqué lingerie ads.
Her inner thighs, bared by the short skirt, revealed a dark tattoo, snaking upward, most of it hidden by the fabric.
Quinn swallowed hard as his eyes locked on the tattoo between Kylie's thighs. A dark urge to peel back her skirt and trace it with his tongue flickered in his mind.
He shook his head, shoving the dangerous thought away.
Kylie stretched languidly, letting out a soft moan as her arms dropped. "What a busy afternoon. I'm kinda beat. Well, I'll head back first!"
Only when her figure vanished did Quinn exhale, tension draining from his shoulders.
He didn't know why his roommate let him off so easily, but he seized the rare chance to catch his breath.
The dorms? Not yet. Too risky.
Relaxing was the plan, but he had no clue where to go. It was his first day, and he'd been so "busy" that he had no time to properly explore the academy.
So he wandered aimlessly, weaving through campus. Along the way, senior girls in skimpy, skin-tight outfits flashed him bright smiles and waves.
Quinn barely nodded, scurrying off before they could close in.
"Huh… Outstanding Alumni Archive?"
His aimless stroll led him to a pristine, two-story white building. A plaque by the entrance caught his eye.
Most academies had places like this. What stood out was the absence of female freshmen or seniors. For ten minutes, he saw only a few senior guys coming and going.
That alone put him at ease.
Half out of curiosity, half seeking refuge, he stepped inside.
It felt like a museum. Walls were lined with photos of distinguished alumni, each paired with gold-embossed plaques detailing their achievements. Below, glass cases displayed textbooks and worn notebooks, their covers creased from use.
Overhead, chandeliers glowed without visible bulbs, light spilling from prism-like crystals.
The radiance oddly soothed Quinn's nerves.
He drifted to the right, studying the photos. To his surprise, nearly all were male graduates, with only a handful of women.
Many names rang bells. "Williams, CEO of Brilliance Group… and this guy, runs some big company too."
It made sense that an archive like this would showcase titans of industry.
"You're a freshman, right? Rare to see one wander in here on their own," a male voice called from behind.
Quinn turned to see a senior in a pale suit approaching. His chiseled face and bronzed skin complemented the lean, sculpted muscles visible beneath his shirt.
"Uh, yeah," Quinn said, nodding awkwardly, his words vague.
What else could he say? That he was hiding from predatory seniors and teachers itching to drain him dry?
The senior didn't seem to mind Quinn's vagueness, launching into an explanation of the archive.
His words gave Quinn a deeper grasp of the academy. A slew of industry titans had graduated from here, and each year's alumni were snapped up with hefty offers, stepping straight into mid-to-high-level roles.
After a day of being relentlessly drained by seniors and teachers, Quinn's trust in the school had crumbled. But this senior's talk rekindled a spark of hope.
Landing a top-tier job right out of school, or possible climbing even higher? No guy could resist that kind of future.
Time slipped away unnoticed. When Quinn glanced outside, darkness had fallen. A clock on the wall read eight p.m.
"Sorry for keeping you so long, senior. I should head out."
The senior waved it off casually. "No worries. If you're ever in trouble, find me. We're schoolmates, after all."
Quinn left the archive, unaware that the senior's dark eyes flickered pink the moment he turned away.
A sharp clack of heels echoed from the second floor. A vixen in a tight skirt, her waist-length hair swaying, descended to the senior's side.
He stared at her, entranced, his strong hand sliding possessively around her slender waist. Her fingertips grazed his chest, teasing the hard nubs beneath his shirt.
She lifted one pale knee, brushing it against his crotch. His cock, already rock-hard, strained against his suit pants, the swollen tip so hard that it looked like it was about to tear through.
The senior slumped into her embrace, his muscled arm sinking between her lush, heavy breasts.
Her long leg rubbed his bulge through the fabric. His eyes fluttered shut, lips parting with low, ragged groans.
"Gotta hand it to those teachers. How'd they know that cute freshman would show up? Guess I lost the bet."
Kneeling, her deft hands unzipped him.
His freed cock sprang out, its tip glistening with precum.
She looked up, her creamy cheeks flushed, eyeing the boy lost in her spell. "You'd better make it worth it," she teased, her finger circling his tip, scraping the sensitive slit with her nail.
Her other hand slipped under his shirt, tracing his chiseled abs.
"Fuck… so good…."
But deep in his pink-tinted eyes, terror lurked, his body trembling, not just from pleasure.
Soon, the archive echoed with her sultry moans, his guttural growls, and the sharp slap of flesh against flesh.