I lay in bed, shrouded in darkness, my thoughts wandering through the events of the past week. The soft, rhythmic sound of Lin's breathing fills the stillness, a comforting backdrop to the gentle snores and quiet murmurs of the other ladies who are deep in slumber around us. As I relive the memories, I can't help but smirk at the thought of Lin's cheerful persistence in waking me early each morning, her eagerness palpable as we lined up eagerly for breakfast. "What a glutton," I think to myself, amused by her relentless appetite and the way she practically leaps out of bed, ready to devour whatever the kitchen offers.
In my mind, I travel back to my very first morning in this unfamiliar place. I remember being enveloped in a heavy haze of sleep, my body moving instinctively toward the closet where the crisp, 'uniform' awaited. When I caught my reflection in the washroom mirror, I was taken aback.
The morning cold had hardened my nipples against the thin silk fabric, highlighting every contour. I then notice that we wore nothing underneath except the silk robe that covered us.
As we stepped into room 69, the atmosphere was charged with an unusual mix of anticipation and elevated hormones. My eyes fell upon several half-naked guys, each one positioned in designated spots around the room, their bodies illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. Lin led me through the space, guiding me to my partner, Hai, who was standing there, clad only in his boxers. The bell rang suddenly, signaling the start of 'class', and with that sound, a rectangular walls emerged from beneath us, enclosing us in a private room.
I had encountered many naked members of my werewolf pack before, and I had even shared intimate moments with my then 'husband' Zyrain. But this experience was unlike any other; Hai, the human before me, was a stark contrast to the muscular werewolves I was accustomed to. His body was lean and compact, with a delicate frame that spoke of agility rather than brute strength. It had been quite some time since I had seen another naked male up close. My life with Zyrain was always shrouded in secrecy, as he kept his warriors trained far from my sight. My overprotective brothers had made it their mission to shield me from glimpsing any naked males, ensuring my "innocence" remained intact.
I stood there, lost in my thoughts, my eyes locked on Hai as he lay on the floor, completely naked. His cock was already upright, standing at attention, veins throbbing visibly along its length. The tip glistened with precum, and I felt my face flush hot as I continued to stare, unable to look away.
"Did you need to review the book again?" Hai asked, his voice trembling slightly as he glanced up at me, his dark eyes searching mine for some kind of reassurance.
I looked at him blankly, my mind racing. What kind of 'course' is this? Aren't humans usually shy about their naked bodies? The question echoed in my head as I watched his hand move slowly, fingers wrapping around his shaft. He began to stroke himself, his movements deliberate and slow at first, but quickly growing faster. His cock was thick and veiny, the head slick with moisture as he worked himself closer to the edge.
Then, the intercom crackled to life, and the female teacher's voice filled the room, sharp and commanding.
"Disrobe, Mei," the woman commanded, her tone devoid of warmth. "Entice him. He is merely a tool, a lifeless effigy, upon which you will hone your mastery of intimacy and allure."
My body moved almost on its own, as if I had been perfecting this skill for years. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the tie of my silk robe, undoing it with a slow, deliberate motion. The fabric slid off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, and I stood there completely exposed. My skin was pearl-white, smooth and flawless, and I could feel Hai's eyes on me as I took a step forward.
His hand was moving faster now, his breathing shallow as he stroked himself. I could see the way his muscles tensed, the way his abdomen tightened with every pull of his hand. His cock was fully erect, the shaft glistening with precum as it leaked steadily from the tip. I approached him, my hips swaying seductively, and then I knelt down, positioning myself above him.
My pussy was inches from his face, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my sensitive skin. This body starts to be aroused on it's own, a warm wetness pooling between my thighs as I leaned down, my lips parting to take his cock into my mouth. The moment my tongue touched the head, I felt his body jerk beneath me. His cock was hot and slightly thick, the taste of his precum salty and slightly bitter as I swirled my tongue around the tip.
I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth as I began to suck, alternating between slow, deliberate bobs of my head and quick, teasing flicks of my tongue. I could feel him twitching in my mouth, his precum coating my tongue as I worked him with practiced ease. My hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, moving in rhythm with my mouth as I fucked him with my lips.
Hai's breathing became ragged, his hands gripping my hips as he tried to hold himself back. But I could feel him losing control, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he got closer and closer to the edge. I sucked harder, taking him deep into my throat, and that was all it took. With a guttural groan, he came, his cock jerking as he shot his load into my mouth. The taste was intense, warm and slightly tangy as it flooded my mouth. My body on instinct swallowed every drop, my lips still wrapped around his softening cock as I milked him dry. Below me, his mouth was pressed against my pussy, but he wasn't doing much more than breathing heavily against my wet folds. I could feel his breath fanning over my clit and I got off of him.
After putting my robe on, I used the robe belt to secure the robe on my body, and then I used the sleeve of the robe to wipe the left over from off my lips. As I stand above Hai, I look down at him and notice that his eyes are glazed over, as if he is in his own world. As the walls came down, I peered over and saw that most of these 'humans' had the same shades of black and brown hair and were much smaller than us werewolves.
I sighed heavily as I lay back on my bed, surrounded by the soft cushions that offered little comfort to my overworked mind. Thoughts swirled around me like a whirlwind, each one representing a class I was expected to master and the relentless pressure to excel. The list of skills I had been pushed to acquire played on repeat like a stubborn song: mastering the graceful movements of dancing, delving into the intricate melodies of the guzheng and pipa, and learning to breathe life into the notes of a dizi.
Then there were the arts — honing my skills in painting where every brushstroke told a story, and writing, where I attempted to pour my heart onto paper. I couldn't overlook the lessons on beauty; how to enhance my features with makeup and choose the right outfits that not only fit well but also reflected my personality. As if that weren't enough, I found myself immersed in the pages of history, trying to connect the past with the present, while simultaneously grappling with the complexities of mathematics that twisted my mind in knots. And, of course, the ever-delicate subject of sex education crept in, fitting into this curriculum like a puzzle piece that was both essential and bewildering.
Frustrated, I held my head in my hands, trying to remember the remaining classes that seemed to blur together in a haze of expectations. "Why is the world so different? What kind of teaching requirements are these?" I pondered, furrowing my brows in confusion and disbelief. Eventually, the weight of my thoughts became too much. I surrendered to the fatigue that enveloped me, closing my eyes to escape into sleep. I knew that the coming week would introduce even more unfamiliar topics, further adding to the cacophony of skills I was to master. As I drifted off, I felt a mix of anxiety and hope, wondering how I would navigate the challenges ahead.