Nexus Academy was situated in a long and narrow valley in the remote mountains of Eryndor. The Silver River, a tributary to the mighty Tiber River, ran through its center, dividing the Academy in two. The Lower District, filled with lush tree-lined trails and numerous school buildings, was where the students and faculty lived, worked, and studied.

  On the other side of the river, in the Upper District, was the Eryndor Military HQ for the region. Here, for 100 years, they had conducted research and training, though none of the students or faculty knew the details. It was all top secret. The numerous barracks in the Upper District were said to house anywhere from 5,000 to 10,000 troops at any given time, with drop ships regurly bringing in new troops or moving them out. The faculty seldom entered the Upper District. The students only visited once a year. Today was that day.

  Today, all students, faculty, and administrators would dine together with top Military personnel. The students would get to see the powerful leaders of their nation’s army, and the leaders would inspect the incoming group of new recruits and scout for future officers. All in all, it was an evening that Linhart should not be te for.

  The fact that he had attended two Last Meals in the past world did not ease his mind at all. The fact that his crisp new uniform was now crumpled and stained in cum and pussy juice, also did not ease his mind.

  He joined a flow of tecomers as they rushed across the great stone bridge, up the steep, stone stairway that led directly to the Dining Hall. He noticed one or two familiar faces among the students. Younger versions of his fellow Fighters. Tonight, they wore looks of wonder as they gazed up at the Hall’s ramparts. It was designed to look like an old stone fortress from ages long ago. Linhart's sharp eyes picked out a few people peering down from the balconies high above them. This evening would be their first assessment of the new recruits. Linhart thought bitterly about the evening's significance. Would they hand-pick him to be an officer this time? Or would he bleed out on the battlefield again?

  He had not forgiven them for sending him on that mission.

  Registration took pce at the top of the stairs with five booths set up, representing each of the five csses avaible. Before he could enter the Hall, he'd have to decre his css study for the year and hopefully that css would accept him. If all went well, Linhart would receive the courses for his freshman year in just a few minutes.

  Most of the lines were quite short by this time, which meant that registration was closing soon, but the line for enrolling in Fighter csses still stretched from the outer wall to the grand entrance. Roughly 100 feet. This is going to take a while.

  He fell in line behind a pyful-looking girl. Linhart liked how she wore her long brown hair up in twintails, like silky, sleepy bunny ears. She moved like a bunny, too. Hopping around excitedly, she had a slim body with beautiful toned legs and a great ass. What a cutie!

  Girls in his line outnumbered the boys, roughly 5 to 1. That ratio thrilled Linhart. That meant fewer competitors in his quest to bang these athletic female Fighters.

  Looking over at the other lines, he noticed:

  The Mage line was just as unequally weighted, with 5 girls for every boy. They all looked a little underfed, pale, and downright unhealthy.

  The Striker line was ALL girls! But not the kind of girls he was interested in. They swaggered about like a bunch of pirates and thieves. Some were smoking tobacco, others had obvious scars, which could've been healed if they wanted it. No uniform could hide the fact that these were "bad" girls. What a change from the boy-heavy striker css of his world!

  Most of the boys here had flocked to two lines: the Healers and Utility.

  There was no line the Healer booth. Once in a while a few boys would approach and they were quickly registered, while they tossed gnces at the nearby Strikers. That css did not tempt Linhart at all.

  The line for Utility css was the only other css he had considered. Now, he saw that there were a retively equal number of boys and girls enrolling. The boys looked standard. Not fshy or pretty like the Healers. Linhart could only describe the girls in that line as being "nerdy."

  Many of his friends from the previous world would be Utility he suspected. The boys that is. His female Fighter friends would still be Fighters here. Would that make them even better at fighting here? Was Serapha going to be a top Fighter in their css?

  Linhart loved the feeling of this fresh start. He would choose his css and, with his knowledge of events to come, he would thrive. The feeling of Xenia's needs and emotions were still lodged in his mind, though it seemed they grew fainter when there was distance between them. Linhart sighed.

  She was masturbating right now, and it was making him horny all over again.

  He looked again at the twintails girl in line in front of him. What the hell was she doing? She was bending to touch the ground with her legs spread apart, her ridiculously short skirt did nothing to hide her pale pink panties. Her ass was a work of art. Smooth and round. Soft curves on top of hard muscle. His eyes were drawn to the captivating folds where her ass met her thighs.

  It looked like she was stretching to pass the time, but she was inadvertently waking the demon between his legs. She stood again and jumped up and down working her leg muscles, her boobs bouncing freely, braless. She looked like lots of fun. Linhart decided this his chance to test the limits of this strange reversed world.

  How do girls in his world attract men’s attention? Will that work for him or would it make him seem too desperate?

  He moved around her, so he was in her field of vision, engaging her with intense eye contact. It was liberating knowing that no one would call him a creep for staring, and he enjoyed studying the details of her beautiful profile. Her face was sculpted like a model with high cheekbones and big kissable lips. She looked his way and her eyes locked on him. Her almond-shaped eyes and strong nose gave her an exotic look. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. She giggled a bit and showed lots of teeth. Was she nervous? He waited for her move.

  “Hi…” She started awkwardly, “Are you a freshman?”

  “Yeah.” He was still maintaining eye contact, he gestured to his uniform. “That’s why I’m wearing this.”

  “Oh, yeah.” She giggled a little more, nervously. Linhart thanked the gods that girls in this world spoke with a high voice and do cute things like giggle. It would be a total turn-off if all the girls spoke in deep voices and ughed like men.

  “Are you a second year student?”

  “Yeah, I’m a junior,” she grinned, looking like an excited puppy. She gestured, lifting her pid skirt up to her waist, so he could see it. “See?”

  “Uh huh,” Linhart nodded. He was in trouble already. Her defenseless motions, her knock-out body, her obvious interest in him. His penis throbbed, pushing at the estic of his pants, thinking it’s time to fuck. “I like your uniform. Do you mind if I feel it?”

  “Ummm… sure?” She held her arm up in front of him. Did she want him to touch her shirtsleeve? Linhart decided to jump right to skinship, so he stepped into her arm, his vest rubbing against her hand. He reached out and he stroked the fabric that covered her lovely round tits. Her rge dark nipples were visible through the yer of white cotton and he ran a fingertip over them slowly.

  She froze instantly. Her face took on a look of bewilderment.

  “Wow, it’s soft,” his hands began to roam all over her uniform. “Is my uniform soft, too?”

  “Yeah.” Her eyes were locked on his chest where he was casually rubbing up against her extended hand. “I like your uniform a lot.” she stuttered. “What’s your name?”

  “Linhart.” he smiled, caressing the cloth covering her ft belly, his fingers sliding between two buttons and directly touching her firm abs for just a moment.

  “Linhart… I can’t believe such a cute freshman is talking to me.” she confided, “I’m Poplin, but you can call me Poppy.”

  “Nice to meet you, Poppy.” But he was determined not to hold a nice-to-meet-you conversation. He would see how far he could go with Poppy before they reach the end of the line. “Can I feel the inside of your uniform?”

  “Huh?” She looked confused, but it also seemed like she hadn’t heard what he was saying. “What do you mean inside?”

  “I mean, can you open your top so I can feel the inside?” He was looking into her eyes again, tilting his head in what he thought was a cute pose.

  “I don’t mind at all!” she unbuttoned her uniform, without a care that others in the line had turned to watch. She whipped her top open like a fsher in a trenchcoat. She was braless and glorious! It was a sight boys would die to see in his own world.

  Her abs and stomach were tight as can be, while her swelling tits jiggled nicely on her curvy chest. Her long neck and pronounced nose gave him the impression of a swan waiting for his embrace. She was just too amazing not to touch. He cupped both her tits and tickled her rge nipples. She shivered, visibly trying to stop her hands from smming the shirt closed again. She was very sensitive. “Wow, no one has ever touched me there before. That feels really nice, Linhart.”

  “I like it too.” he said simply, “Your body is so hot.”

  She tossed her twintails this way and that, and gave him a silly smile that told him she would do anything he asked. She would bend over and let him ram it in, if he wanted. Despite the raging hard-on Poppy had induced, Linhart could not imagine thrusting into her pussy right there in line. They had many eyes on them now. Linhart wasn’t sure if they were watching the girl with her tits out, or the boy who was pying with them.

  Linhart continued to explore Poppy’s body for a long time, as they advanced closer to the head of the line. Squeezing, caressing, and rubbing every inch of her from the nape of her neck to the crack of her cute, rounded butt. By the time it was Poppy’s turn to register, she was panting and sweating. Her legs were soaked from her own excitement and juices.

  The middle-aged woman who was processing students did not look approvingly at Poppy. “Please fix your uniform before you enter the Dining Hall. You are representing the Nexus Academy tonight.” The woman had deep bck hair and a dark complexion. Her skin was immacute, despite her age, and she was wearing a red bzer, white blouse, and pid micro-skirt that mirrored the student uniform. What a MILF!

  “Name and student number?”

  Poppy ran through her personal information quickly, gncing back at him every few seconds. She seemed afraid to lose sight of him, though he was stuck in line right behind her. “Tell me Junior Poplin,” the woman concluded with a question that felt like it could be the difference between a student entering and a student leaving the school, “Why are you tardy to Last Meal tonight?”

  Poppy easily answered, “I was asked to tidy up the commons area by the Dorm Master. Here is my letter of expnation.” Poppy held out a paper that resembled the one Xenia had given him. The MILF read it carefully and nodded.

  “Very well, here is your registration package. Please take any avaible seat, the meal is starting very shortly.”

  Poppy thanked the woman, buttoned up her shirt again, and waved happily at him. “See you inside, Linhart.”

  The woman smiled at him, a bit friendlier than she had with Poppy. “Hello freshman. I am Commander Dar of the Fighter css, welcome to Nexus Academy.” After that the questions she asked were exactly the same, except for one. “Freshman Linhart, why are you a good fit for the Fighter css, instead of becoming a… Healer?” she asked.

  He hesitated just a moment, before deciding to tell Dar the truth, “I'm not interested in Healing, unless it means I can touch lots of women. I love women soooo much. I love their bulging... muscles, their body heat, the way they move and fight. If I was a Healer, I would miss all of that, so I want to become a Fighter.” Dar's expression was stern and unreadable, but she eyed him up and down and starting scribbling in his file. Some of the notes he could make out:

  disheveled uniform, sperm stains in crotch area

  smell is intoxicating (pheromones?)

  currently has bulge in pants (too big to be wiener?)

  She ended the interview again with the same serious question, “Why are you tardy?” and Linhart produced the note that Xenia had written for him. He didn’t know what it said, so he just handed it to her and kept his mouth shut.

  Commander Dar read the note carefully, then she stared his right in the eye, perhaps trying to look right through him. Her demeanor had suddenly grown cold.

  “Well,” she finally said, “It looks like Stratega Xenia has found herself a new favorite.” Dar pulled out a bck pen and struck something out on his registration papers. “Here is a campus map with a list of your daily courses. Your first css starts early tomorrow morning. Please enter the Hall now and take the first seat you can find. Last Meal is starting shortly.”

  Linhart breathed a sign of relief. However, as he took the papers from her hand, she leaned close to him and stated pinly, “Remember that you, a student of Nexus Academy, are among a privileged few. Keep your dick in your pants, you are a Fighter now.”

  “Yes, Commander.” Linhart nodded.

  As he walked into the Dining Hall, he gnced at his list of courses. The change that Dar had made to his courses sent a chill down his spine. His st css of the day had been crossed out:

  5:00 PM: “Male Survival Skills and Self-Defense”

  In its pce, Dar had written, in bold letters:

  5:00 PM: “Advanced Fighting Tactics. Small Group Study with Stratega Xenia.”