I woke up with a hot, wet, incredibly tight sensation wrapping around me entirely, as if something soft, moist, and alive had decided to pull me out of sleep in the most shameless and direct way possible. My eyes opened slowly and with a start, vision still blurred adjusting to the faint gray light of the male dorm filtering through the thick, dusty curtains covering the tall windows, and there she was again — Rebecca, the curvy blonde servant from the night before and the madness of the Awakening, kneeling between my open legs on the narrow, creaking bed, long golden hair tied back in a practical band moving up and down in a slow but hungry and devoted rhythm over my exposed groin.
Fuck, full morning oral without warning. Her warm mouth working slowly but with insatiable intent, soft agile tongue circling the sensitive swollen head, tight rhythmic suction building pressure fast and explosive along my whole cock, veins throbbing as she swallowed deeply without choking. She lifted her surprisingly vivid blue eyes, now glazed, to me the moment I woke up, cheeks slightly puffed from the fullness, a shameless addicted smile shining even with her mouth full and busy.
My body reacted instantly and primally as always — large unconscious hands gripping her soft silky blonde hair firmly, forcing her deep and mercilessly into her warm tight throat in a strong dominant thrust, semen spurting hot and thick in long intense spasms while she swallowed everything without losing a single drop, throat pulsing and tightening to suck the rest as if it were the most delicious breakfast of her life.
When I finally finished, I fell back onto the thin hard mattress breathing heavily and raggedly, cold night sweat mixing with new heat rising through my whole body, chest heaving as I stared at the cracked dorm ceiling. Rebecca slowly pulled her face away from my sweaty groin, licking thin pink lips with residual semen shining, a bright satisfied and completely addicted smile on her flushed face.
"Fully awake now, Awakened sir? Hmm, this thing here works perfectly in the morning too… warm and tasty just like all last night."
Her voice was hoarse and marked from deep throat use, but filled with the raw insatiable hunger the system planted mercilessly in all partners. I remembered intense flashes from the post–tea party night — her sneaking back into the dark silent dorm after the public humiliation, simple uniform quickly changed, voluptuous curvy body offering itself again on the narrow bed without hesitation, repeated brutal sessions yielding high multipliers while I took her hard and nonstop to satisfy remnants of the random poison, muffled moans into the pillow so as not to wake roommates.
"Breakfast is ready downstairs in the common male cafeteria. Get dressed quickly before it gets cold. Your shirt from yesterday is completely ruined from the tears… you can use this one, I grabbed it from the replacement stock for male servants, it fits perfectly."
She handed me a simple clean gray shirt, thick but comfortable fabric, before turning and leaving the room with subtly swaying marked bare back, round fleshy ass visibly outlined under the tight service uniform shorts, long legs limping lightly from the intense use.
I stayed alone in the cramped room for minutes, mind racing processing everything again. A fixed secret partner in the academy yielding pure gold — morning acts like this +800 points easy and fast, daily consumption reduced with her constantly nearby, points now jumping and stabilizing at 8920 safe for long days. Extended time giving precious breathing room to survive without immediate desperation. But high fucking risk — discovery of hidden encounters meant total ruin, expulsion, matriarchal judgment.
I slowly got up from the creaking bed, calmly put on the full academy uniform, improved sword with claws from the old ruin at the discreet side sheath, basic backpack on my shoulders with cheap mana potions and reinforced rope. Aria reported softly invisible beside me, mechanical voice only for me: [Personal airship 55% complete now. Worker robots optimizing production with rich ambient mana from the central capital. Extra energy accumulated from nightly and morning acts helped a significant boost in speed.]
Good sign. Flying independence approaching fast — my own base in the skies, total escape from this oppressive academy.
The day after the humiliating tea party was entirely dedicated to the official adventurers' guild — a mandatory and traditional course for all academy students, nobles or commoners, to "experience the real suffering ancestors faced at the borders." Formal registration as a beginner adventurer, practical exploration of the famous underground capital dungeon to earn extra coins selling mana crystals or minor dropped items. Poor peripheral men like me went in masses on these extended weekends, grinding hours to pay for expensive tea parties, mandatory gifts for heiresses, or simply to survive without becoming indebted.
I joined the large, noisy group of first-years at the academy's main gate at dawn — mostly men from poor backgrounds like mine, wearing the typical basic rookie adventurer gear: light armor patched with weak mana plates, a rusty sword or simple training spear, a worn backpack with cheap healing potions and thick rope for climbing. Wealthy noblewomen went in small protected groups with their personal Awakened guards or their own luxurious airships, laughing loudly at our misery.
Daniel and Raymond found me quickly in the sweaty, anxious crowd, their faces tired and marked after yesterday's humiliating party in the hanging garden.
"Fuck, Shade, did you survive the public dance with the scholarship girl Olivia? Marie destroyed you hard in front of everyone, the laughter wouldn't stop."
I laughed cynically and bitterly, bumping shoulders with them.
"Survived like always. And you two? Mediocre invitations accepted or rejected in your faces?"
They shrugged in defeated unison. Our entire group followed the guild's large collective airship to the entrance of the capital's dungeon — a famous and ancient underground labyrinth at the base of the massive central island, early levels filled with weak predictable beasts for beginners to farm basic mana crystals or minor sellable items.
Arriving at the imposing entrance — a heavy enchanted stone gate guarded by veteran guild adventurers checking records and equipment — I felt completely out of place as always. Poor, patched gear compared to the rich nobles with shining mana armor and gleaming enchanted weapons, but as a defective Divine-rank Awakened, at least I had raw strength and subtle regeneration on my side.
"I can't believe Daniel and Raymond convinced me to come along for this whole shit. Complete idiots. Not that I wouldn't come alone anyway, to get sellable items and level up in the guild."
I muttered to myself, sword firm in hand. The dungeon was a real, concrete opportunity — mana crystals to sell for good coins, rare lost relics hidden in side rooms, practical experience to raise my adventurer rank and maybe attract a less sadistic patron.
The group descended the wide dark stairs in a line, humid cold air heavy with ancient mold hitting our faces, blue mana torches lighting walls covered in faint glowing moss and faded runes. The first beasts appeared quickly on the early levels — giant slow but poisonous mana larvae crawling out of the shadows, thick shells shining.
Combat began chaotic and disorganized — poor peripheral men struggling in the front like human shields, taking poisonous hits to protect the scholarship girls behind farming mana safely. I advanced straight ahead with sword in hand, cutting through the thick resistant shell of a larger larva, blade sinking deep with Awakened strength, green venom spraying but not affecting me thanks to subtle regeneration.
Exhaustion came fast into the muscles, pain throbbing in my arms from repeated blows, but an immense satisfaction in killing — the larva collapsing and dissolving into pure mana, a crystalline core shining at the center for loot.
A larger larva fell under my final strike, body convulsing before exploding into mana dust. Exultant despite the general pain — no rare special item dropped, but good crystals in the core worth decent coins.
I quickly assessed the situation on the level: the group scattered in mild panic, some wounded groaning from poison, beasts deeper inside waking from the noise, the chain of command completely broken, novices running in the wrong directions.
Staying together meant surviving — shouting orders to regroup.
But desire whispered low and treacherous in my veins — a wounded scholarship girl nearby groaning, my eyes on her triggering the perverse interface.
Safe points for now, but the eternal hunger growing.
just the real beginning, Second Nightmare strong at night.