After the first half of his first year was over, he took advantage of the resources sent by his father and used the month of vacation to continue training steadily.
At the end of that first year, a tournament was held among the best students in each class.
He defeated the students of Class C and the students of Class B.
Although he had a hard time beating the students of Class B.
In the end, with his grades and the result in the year-end tournament, he was promoted to class B, a great achievement in a short time.
He did not reach class A, but he still did not feel disappointed, especially because he felt that after having lost against a student from class A, he felt that he had gained the experience that would allow him to improve.
In addition to the above, he felt that he was close to reaching the third martial rank with some effort.
When the year ended, he did not return to his territory, he instead continued training in the Academy's virtual training camp.
He faced increasingly stronger monsters and virtual people.
When the second year began, he had reached the third Martial Rank.
His routine did not change, although in class B there were those who envied him, he ignored them and focused on dealing with those students with whom he could get along better.
The preparation was constant, this time, at the end of the second year, he participated in the tournament again and beat the students from class A.
When he faced the students of Class S, it was quite a glorious display for which those present felt lucky.
In a fierce, very close fight, he managed to defeat a young Wizard named Aler Secriam.
He then faced Elof Mirecel, a talented swordsman.
Blood flowed and many felt fear.
But Adrien only thought about the pretty beauties he would fuck if he was successful.
In the end, on the verge of unconsciousness, both rivals attacked, and only Adrien remained standing.
That victory kept Adrien in the infirmary for a week.
He would have stayed there longer, but House Dayerian sent a Mid-Rank healing potion that helped him heal.
"Don't stop training," was his father's message that came written in a letter along with the potion.
...
When he left the infirmary, he ran into Miria.
She had already turned 18, he invited her to a hotel outside the Academy.
She knew what he wanted.
...
Time ago.
In a hotel room.
Miria was wearing her Academy uniform.
She dressed sensually which highlighted her delicious feminine attributes.
Adrien observed her carefully.
He approached her, wrapping his arms around her small waist.
"Do you have any wishes?"
"To be noble again," she replied.
"We will find a solution," he proceeded to kiss her.
To caress her legs, very slowly, he was in no hurry.
That day was step by step.
Caresses, his hands running over her body and uniform.
Kisses after kisses, until the kisses became deep.
He tasted her pure intimate area with his tongue.
She moaned and surrendered to the new sensations he provoked in her.
In the end, she was grateful too.
Without Adrien's support, she would not have been able to enter the Academy.
After she squirted all over Adrien's face, he went up and unbuttoned her shirt.
Then he took off her bra and saw her delicious breasts exposed.
He enjoyed them, the softness of her breasts, the firmness and softness of her nipples.
All while his glans pointed at the entrance of her wet pussy.
He penetrated her and she lost her purity.
They both kissed.
She hugged him tightly fearing that he would be harsh when she was in pain.
But he dedicated himself to kissing her and stimulating her until she became even more turned on.
Then the thrusts of the penis against the pussy.
Their lewd fluids mixed until they became nothing but pure lust.
Gentle sex in the first round and then strong sex with which he thoroughly tamed her again and again, making her reach intense orgasms...
...
"The best third-year students. Come on stage"
"It's your turn to go on stage," Miria told him.
"So it seems," Adrien walked with an enthusiastic expression and greeted the different students who knew him.
There were many young and beautiful students women who looked at him with desire.
He greeted them with subtle mischief.
When all the students were on stage.
The professor in charge announced that the best freshman would give a speech.
Unlike other years, the best first-year student was chosen based on the student's results in the entrance exams plus the student's Power Rank at that time.