Linhart left the dorm with only the clothes on his body and the registration pack in his hands. He had left his dorm key behind in his rush, or maybe Chloe had stolen it. But the only concern he had now was getting to his first css on time. Magisters at the Academy were prickly about students being te, and being te on the first day is even worse.

  As he walked, Linhart thought about studies in his previous world. Anatomy was a general studies course, which means it’s open to all csses, not just Fighters. It is a basic level course, so only Freshmen would be enrolled. He hoped to meet some of his old friends there. Maybe Benedict or Drew? He hadn’t seen them since he entered this world, and he was curious what had become of them with the changes that had happened to boys' gender role.

  Linhart had actually taken this course before. He enjoyed studying the human body, but he was not looking forward to having to relearn the hundreds of parts of the flesh, blood, and bone systems once again. Wait. What if the names for all the body systems are different here?

  On arrival, he was surprised to find that the theater was no longer dedicated to the Sun Prince, but was instead the Theater of the Sun Princess. It seemed the Gods themselves had been gender-swapped. Had the time slip affected even the gods in heaven? Could that expin the shift in the bance of power that he was enduring?

  Other students were beside him, arriving at the st minute just like him. He joined the flow of students who were filing into the theater, a huge learning space that could hold a crowd of hundreds. Despite the horde of freshmen attending Anatomy, the open-air theater was still less than half-full.

  Linhart was just about to sit in the back row of the theater, high up near the entrance way, when he heard someone calling his name from way in front. It was Serapha.

  “Linhart, Linhart!” she was shouting insistently, “Over here. I’ve saved you a seat.”

  The sound of her calling him made his heart flutter. Here was the girl that he’d thought about so many times since they’d fallen out. The cool, cheeky attitude was gone now and she seemed like a young girl again, eager to be friends with him.

  Linhart greeted her and joined her in the second row, noting that Drystan was also there, sitting to the other side of Serapha. He looked at Linhart with disdain before he very clearly began ignoring him. Well, at least he wasn’t telling everyone about the rape-py that he had witnessed between Linhart and Xenia yesterday. Maybe he could pull Drystan aside after css and talk to him about it?

  “Isn’t this great,” Serapha was saying excitedly, “Our first css at the Academy and the three of us are all together!” She wrapped her arms around Drystan but he pushed her away.

  “Get off me, Sera. I’m going to go sit somewhere else.” he got up, sniffed in Linhart’s direction, and walked over about 10 seats to sit down again.

  “What was that about?” Serapha looked at Linhart confused. Linhart had his suspicions, but he was too busy admiring her form to care.

  She looked even lovelier than yesterday. Her long, brown hair was combed out so it shined. She still wore her gsses, but she was looking less mousy already. Her shapely legs were crossed in a sexy pose giving freshman Serapha a mature vibe. His eyes were drawn to her pid skirt which, in this pose, crept up to her ass, showing off the rondure of her butt-cheeks. She had no panties on!

  Linhart was thrilled with this new development. He sat right next to Serapha, even though there was space to spread out on the bench. She immediately wrapped her supple arms around his shoulders and leaned into him, seeming to forget about Drystan. She was all over him. If this is what his csses were going to be like, then freshman year is going to be the best.

  They chatted about the Last Meal and about meeting new people for a few minutes. She told him how great he looked in his uniform, even though he felt filthy as hell after all the sex he’d had st night. Her eyes kept gncing down towards his crotch, where his morning wood was persistently pushing at his pants. He could not stops getting erections! In fact, his whole morning, ever since he left Zoey at the dorm, he had had one long erection. A few minutes ter, a tall man dressed in long bck robes floated gracefully in through a side door at the front of the theater. It was Magister Quintus.

  Linhart was surprised that Magister Quintus was still teaching Anatomy. He had been Linhart’s Magister in the previous world. Around thirty years of age, Quintus was known as a strict instructor who looked for ways to punish students. Linhart could tell by the way he was surveying the crowd of students, that he was just as severe as ever. All conversation stopped, as the freshmen took in their first sight of the Magister.

  “This is the Basics of the Human Body. This course is only open to first year students. If you are not a freshman, leave now.”

  An embarrassing moment passed, as a girl in the fourth row got up noisily and left the room.

  “Anyone else?... Okay. Welcome students. My name is Magister Quintus and I will be instructing you in the understanding and application of knowledge of the body. Before we begin, who here is in training for the Mage css?”

  A dozen hands went up around the room.

  “Excellent, I was also a young mage like you, years ago. Mages, you will find the knowledge of anatomy valuable to your control and targeting of spells. Now, who here is a Healer?”

  A handful of boys raised their hands. Quintus smiled, taking special note of these few.

  “Healers will benefit greatly from understanding how human bodies are wounded and mended. You are most welcome here. Who here is enrolled in the Utility or Striker css?”

  A great deal of students raised their hands. By the looks of their confident and rebellious seating postures, a lot of the students here were Strikers. Even in their freshmen year, these girls looked intimidating.

  “Welcome. Though your roles are so different, both Strikers and support casters, you will find the lessons learned on energy points and blood flow are essential to your success. And stly, where are the Fighters in the room?”

  Nearly half the audience raised their hands. Quintus did not look as impressed with this.

  “Fighters, you may find some value in learning about the human body, but your most important lesson I will teach you now. The human body is an infinitely complex system that you have chosen to treat as a meat shield. Your body is so much more than meat, blood, and bones. But you are driven to treat it as a stack of hit points which you must keep above zero. How unfortunate.”

  An icy atmosphere settled over the students, several angry murmurs could be heard, but the Magister was moving on already.

  “For our first day, I think it appropriate to examine the human body in its complete glory. May I have a volunteer from the Fighter css?” His voice carried a hint of danger, but many girls did not pick up on that.

  “Ooh, Ohh! I’ll do it. Pick me.” A dozen girls’ hands throughout the stands shot up.

  Unfortunately, for Serapha, it was clear that Quintus was already watching her and the way she was hanging all over Linhart. He raised his pointy finger at her.

  “You girl, come down here.”

  Serapha, surprised to be chosen, released her embrace on Linhart and shyly stood up, pulling her skirt back into pce. She marched stiffly to the front and up onto the stage beside the Magister. Linhart watched her round hips swing back and forth with her modest breasts bouncing hypnotically along the way.

  “Please disrobe and stand perfectly straight, facing your peers.” Quintus ordered her, as he retrieved a long bamboo rod from atop a nearby desk.

  “Huh? Disrobe. You mean I have to take off my clothes?” Serapha looked mortified.

  “Of course,” Quintus replied as though it made perfect sense, “In order to examine the body, we have to be able to see it.”

  The audience hushed once more. Someone in the back ughed. Serapha’s mouth worked like she was speaking but no words were coming out. Then, she began to strip.

  Her eyes were like a frightened animal’s. She unbuttoned her shirt revealing her thin, cream coloured body bit by bit. She tossed her top to the side. Her tits were bigger than he’d imagined. There was a lovely space between them, and they shook with her every motion. Her coin-sized nipples stood erect, pointing forward. Then, with her long shapely legs slightly bent, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

  This whole time, Serapha kept her gaze locked on Linhart, seemingly unaware of the rest of the room watching. Now she stood completely naked, looking at him expectantly.

  “Where are your panties, girl?” the Magister screeched, pointing at the little patch of hair between her legs with a look of disgust. “Have you no manners coming to css like this?”

  Linhart felt his anger rising. From the stage, he had doubtlessly known that she wasn't wearing panties ahead of time. This was a deliberate attempt to humiliate Serapha. And it had worked so well.

  Serapha’s entire face turned red and as she quickly retrieved her skirt and put it back on she mumbled about Stratega Xenia not wearing any. By the time she had her shirt back on, the whole room was ughing at her. She looked like she wanted to go crawl into a hole somewhere.

  “We have all heard of Stratega Xenia’s amazonian tendencies,” Quintus was preaching, “but in this css young girls will always wear panties. We are not perverts here.”

  Serapha fled back to her seat next to Linhart, hunched over, eyes closed, and jaw clenched. After that, she didn’t look in his direction, and she didn’t touch him. Her legs were locked together at the knee, but Linhart noted she still hadn't done up her shirt. Her chest was heaving, and he had the perfect angle to check out her lovely tits.

  Linhart felt so bad that he only leered a little, then he reached over and slowly started to button her shirt for her. Serapha opened her eyes. Linhart smiled at her, reassuringly. She looked like she was going to cry, but a smile broke through the emotion. Something like a look of love.

  Meanwhile, the Magister had pointed at another girl to come up to stage. “You are wearing underwear, I trust?” he chuckled maliciously. A few students ughed.

  The new girl was tall with blonde hair and tanned skin that reminded Linhart of copper. Her nose stood tall on her face and she gazed across the audience with a mischievous look in her eyes. As she stripped off her clothing, the girl looked confident and happy to be up there.

  Her shirt seemed too tight across her breasts. As she shook herself out of the top, her huge round melons jiggled up and down. They were much bigger than Serapha’s. Now, clothed only in a skirt, she slid her fingers down her smooth curves and rocked her hips back and forth as she pulled her skirt down around her ankles. The blue panties she wore barely concealed a thing, but Quintus did not comment on that.

  When she was done, she stood in front of the audience, her chest thrust out, and voluptuous hips swaying, looking far more mature than her freshman years. Quintus looked at her appraisingly and stated, “Tell the css your name.”

  “I’m Giselle, a freshman Fighter,” she said with a smile on her face.

  Quintus turned to the crowd. “Thank you, now Giselle here will help us demonstrate the principle of physical heartiness. We know that humans can endure some pain, but watch as I test her limits.”

  Quintus raised the rod in his hands and brought it down upon Giselle’s shoulder. She shouted in surprise and raised her arms.

  “Please stand straight and keep your arms down for this exercise, Giselle.” Quintus said coldly.

  Whapp! The rod nded hits on her body again and again. Quintus was giving an instructive commentary on the action.

  “Notice many pces on her body do not respond to the pain of the rod. The points she feels the most pain are here… whapp! And here…. Whapp! And here… Whapp whapp!

  Quintus nded targeted blows, one on each of her huge breasts and then a double strike between her legs. Giselle yelped, biting her lip, while tears rolled down her cheeks, but she endured it without raising her hands.

  Quintus nodded, and seemed satisfied, he turned to the crowd and asked another question, stoked with malice.

  “Are there any Fighter boys in the audience who can demonstrate this principle alongside Giselle?”

  The Magister’s eyes nded on Linhart.

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