By the time Aren and Lyra finally stepped through the tall white gates of the academy, the noise of the city softened into something calmer but no less dangerous.
The campus unfolded before them in warm sunlight, marble paths glowing gently beneath bare feet, fountains glittering between gardens where students lounged naked on stone benches, laughing, stretching, touching freely as if clothing had never existed in the first place. Groups chatted about lessons while hands wandered lazily, couples kissed openly on steps, and somewhere in the distance a bell chimed lazily, already half-ignored by everyone enjoying the morning far too much.
Aren was about to comment on how pleasant it all felt when his eyes suddenly stopped working.
Because standing near the central fountain, nervously clutching a stack of papers against his chest as if they were the only thing protecting him from the entire world…
Was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
Not handsome.
Not pretty.
Beautiful.
Delicate features framed by long pale hair tied loosely behind slender shoulders, soft lips parted faintly in nervous breaths, wide eyes darting anxiously across the courtyard as if afraid someone might notice him at any moment. His frame was slim and graceful, narrow waist, long legs, smooth pale skin glowing faintly in sunlight, posture shy and uncertain in a way that made him look painfully out of place in a city this shameless.
Aren slowed without realizing.
Lyra slowed too.
They both stared.
For several long seconds.
"…Aren," Lyra whispered thoughtfully.
"Yes?"
"…If that is a student, I'm burning this academy down."
Before Aren could reply, the beautiful stranger noticed them.
And immediately panicked.
"Oh—! I— I'M SORRY—!"
He bowed so fast the papers nearly slipped from his arms.
"I—I'M NOEL—! NOEL ARDENT—! N-NEW ASSISTANT—! ASSIGNED TO— TO—"
He looked up.
Saw Aren.
And froze completely.
"INSTRUCTOR VALEN—?!"
Aren blinked.
Then smiled gently.
"Well," he said warmly, "that explains why you look like you're about to faint."
Noel's face turned a brilliant red.
"I— I'VE SEEN YOUR CLASSES—! AND YOUR FESTIVAL DEMONSTRATIONS—! AND— AND— I— I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN—!"
Lyra laughed brightly. "Oh, he's precious."
Noel looked one breath away from collapse.
And then…
Lyra noticed.
Her eyes drifted downward.
And stopped.
Completely.
Because Noel's thin trousers…
Were committing a terrible crime.
The bulge was enormous.
Not subtle.
Not shy.
Long, thick, heavy, pulling the fabric forward so clearly that the cloth strained under its weight, hanging low with undeniable gravity. The outline curved thickly downward, absurdly prominent against such a slender body, as if someone had attached an entirely different person to his lower half.
Lyra blinked.
Once.
Twice.
"…Oh."
Aren followed her gaze.
And nearly forgot how breathing worked.
"…Good heavens…"
Noel followed their eyes.
Realized.
And produced the single most broken sound a human being could make.
"I— I— I'M SORRY— I CAN'T CONTROL IT—!"
Lyra stepped closer immediately.
Not teasing.
Not predatory.
Just… curious.
Very, very curious.
Her fingers lifted and pressed gently against the bulge through the thin fabric, palm warm and deliberate, simply feeling the heat and impossible thickness beneath.
Noel gasped softly, knees trembling.
"Oh my…" Lyra murmured, eyes widening in genuine surprise. "That's… very hot…"
Aren raised an eyebrow. "Already impressed?"
She didn't even look at him.
Her hand slid under slightly now, cupping from below, lifting just enough to feel the full weight settle into her palm through cloth, the shape heavy and unmistakably alive.
"…Aren," she said slowly, voice filled with wonder, "I think this might actually be the biggest cock I've seen in this city."
Aren stared.
Then burst out laughing.
Noel nearly evaporated.
"T-THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE—!"
"Oh it absolutely is," Lyra replied cheerfully, giving one more curious lift before withdrawing her hand, still staring openly. "How are you even standing with that thing?"
"I— I WALK VERY CAREFULLY—!"
Now Aren was genuinely curious.
Entirely Lyra's fault.
He stepped closer, crouching slightly to get a better look at the ridiculous outline, eyes narrowing with fascinated interest.
Noel, shaking badly, hesitated… then swallowed hard.
"…Y-you can… um… look closer if you want…"
Aren blinked.
Lyra's eyes sparkled dangerously.
Noel fumbled with his waistband, fingers trembling as he loosened it slightly, the thin fabric slipping lower on his hips, no longer restraining the full weight properly.
And unfortunately…
Gravity immediately took over.
The heavy shape lurched forward violently through the loosened cloth.
Straight into Aren's forehead.
THUMP.
Something thick, hot, and extremely solid smacked him square between the eyes.
Aren froze mid-kneel.
Hands hovering.
Eyes wide.
Silence fell.
Then slowly…
Very slowly…
He lifted one hand.
Held his forehead.
"…What… in the world… just attacked me…?"
Lyra completely lost it.
She laughed so hard she had to grab Aren's shoulder to stay standing.
"YOU GOT HEADBUTTED BY THE ASSISTANT'S COCK—!"
Noel screamed in pure despair.
"I— I'M SORRY— I DIDN'T MEAN TO— IT JUST— MOVED—!"
Aren stared at the bulge.
Then at Noel.
Then started laughing too.
Deep.
Helpless.
Delighted.
"…I believe that is the most aggressive introduction I've ever received."
Still chuckling, he rose and placed one steady hand at Noel's hip, the other sliding forward deliberately, cupping the heavy shape through the stretched fabric, feeling the full length, the thickness, the warmth, the ridiculous weight resting helplessly in his palm.
No squeezing.
No stroking.
Just… examination.
Professional.
Personal.
And extremely appreciative.
"…Very thick shaft," he commented thoughtfully.
"…Excellent hang…"
"…And those balls…"
His hand shifted slightly lower, lifting the weight gently, feeling how full and heavy they were even through cloth.
"…astonishing."
Noel whimpered, face burning, entire body trembling.
Lyra stepped in again, laughing softly, and placed her own hand beside Aren's, cupping from the other side, testing the weight herself with open fascination.
"…Aren," she said calmly, "I revise my statement. This is absolutely the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life."
Aren nodded slowly.
Satisfied.
Impressed.
And extremely pleased.
"Well then," he said warmly, patting Noel's hip, "I am very, very happy with my new assistant."
Noel stared at him, stunned.
"Y-YOU ARE…?!"
"Very," Aren replied cheerfully. "Polite, beautiful, shy…"
His gaze dropped again.
"…And spectacularly capable."
Lyra smiled brightly.
"This workplace is going to be a delight."
Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed Noel.
Deep.
Slow.
Warm.
Long enough that his knees nearly gave out completely.
When she pulled back, smiling sweetly, she whispered, "Come to dinner tonight, okay?"
"I— I— I WOULD DIE HAPPILY—!"
She laughed, gave the heavy bulge one last affectionate squeeze, then kissed Aren deeply, hands sliding over his chest.
"I'll be in my office," she said cheerfully. "Invite him properly. And don't traumatize him too much before lunch."
"No promises."
Lyra waved and walked away, hips swaying lazily, leaving behind one completely destroyed assistant and one extremely entertained instructor.
Aren turned back to Noel, still smiling.
"Well then," he said gently, gesturing toward the staff corridor, "shall we go prepare for class, Mr. Ardent?"
Noel nodded weakly.
"Yes… s-sir…"
And as they walked side by side toward Aren's office, Aren rubbed his forehead once more and laughed quietly to himself.
…This job is going to be absolutely wonderful…