"I don’t know if the effects will happen that same night or on a random day. System, how does this work?"
[The ink of yearning invokes these dreams as soon as the target falls asleep for the first time. If the host wants the same effect for another day, you would have to write the target’s name again.]
"That’s understandable. Since the ink is infinite, there’s no need for me to worry about running out. I can just use it whenever."
He took the quill from his table and wrote the first name.
Aria.
And the second.
Mira.
Obviously, he was taking a risk by just placing Mira’s name there, but he wanted to see what her reaction to seeing him tomorrow would be.
The idea was to see how the effect would differ if he used it on a random person, or a person who hated him, would it change how they saw him?
Or would Mira become even more violent toward him?
And then with Aria, he would get an idea of the ink’s effect on someone he had had an interaction with before.
In Aria’s case, she would probably come to the conclusion that her dream was due to the interaction in the morning, and if things went as he hoped, she would approach him the next day.
Once he was done, Elion sighed softly, got changed into his gym clothes, and walked out of his room.
It was the time of day that every student in his class dreaded: "Time for combat training class."
...
The moment lunch ended, dread crept into the hearts of every first-year student like an unwelcome chill.
Combat training.
The corridors buzzed with groans and complaints as they trudged toward the gymnasium.
The smell of oil and sweat hit before the heavy double doors even opened.
"Why does she always make us run first thing?" groaned Nathan, a broad-shouldered boy with his hair tied in a messy knot. "We just ate!"
"Because she’s evil," muttered Lira beside him, tightening her shoelaces with a grimace. "Pure, unadulterated evil."
"Hey, you think she hears us?" someone whispered.
"I hope not. I like my legs attached to my body."
The students filed into the vast gymnasium, its walls lined with glowing sigils that shimmered faintly like veins of gold.
The floor gleamed, smooth stone enchanted to absorb impact.
And standing in the middle of the hall, arms crossed and tail flicking impatiently, was their instructor: Selene.
She was a towering beastkin woman, wolf ears twitching atop her silver hair, her athletic build straining against her sleeveless black training top.
Her muscles looked sculpted from stone, every movement radiating strength and authority.
Her yellow eyes swept across the class like a predator scanning for weakness.
"MOVE IT, MAGGOTS!" she barked, her voice a whipcrack of dominance. "Get your lazy hides into formation! Do you think the world waits for those who crawl?"
Half the class flinched.
The other half sighed in resignation.
Selene’s grin was wolfish. "That’s what I thought. Stretch, now. We start in thirty seconds!"
Elion stood near the back, adjusting his gym shirt and rolling his shoulders.
The fabric clung tight, too tight to his body now.
He’d grown leaner, sharper, though few had noticed.
As the others stretched and complained, he focused on steady breathing.
His heart was already racing, anticipation coiling through him like a drawn bowstring.
However, he was excited for much more than testing out the limits of his body with the increase in his physical activity.
His eyes wandered around eyeing the stretching girls calmly, though his thoughts were anything but decent.
He eyed the way the shorts tightened and clung to their thighs, lots of thick asses all around, begging to be slapped.
Lots of thick, exposed thighs, smooth legs. Breasts, lots of breasts pressing together as they stretched.
It was like a haven.
He spotted Isolde, the elf girl, leaning forward, her shorts tightened, and moved up her creamy legs, the black fabric tightened around her.
The outline of her underwear was printed on it, and an imprint of what he could only imagine was her little sister from behind.
It was at that moment that he decided on his third target.
Isolde.
But he still had to take care of Aria and Mira first, to test out the extent of his set of abilities before spreading the scale of his reach.
But damn, was I always so perverted? Is the system affecting my personality? Or because I’m now half incubus?
That was the only explanation he could think of; he was never this horny before, to be so brazen as to leer at women in public.
[...]
He almost thought he felt he system judge him.
Hopefully, no one notices.
Everywhere he looked, as soon as he spotted a woman, his gaze would naturally drift to their shapely parts and linger for moments longer than necessary.
Surrounded by so many women, exposed, stretching their flesh was like a constant attack on his psyche.
"What a sight?" he murmured under his breath. "I really need to learn to reel in these urges." It was only getting harder and harder to control his urges.
His imagination ran wild, and in no time at all, his little brother threatened to harden in his shorts.
Calm down, lil bro, not the time.
He took deep breaths and, with great effort, forced himself to look elsewhere; otherwise, he might be forced to call in sick to take care of his hardwood.
Fortunately for him, before long, the thirty-minute mark was up.
Selene clapped her hands once, the sound echoing like thunder. "ALL RIGHT! Two-hour endurance run! Clock starts now. As usual, NO buffs! NO mana! MOVE!"
The class groaned collectively.
"Two hours?!" someone yelled.
"That’s inhuman!"
Selene’s tail lashed once. "Then maybe you’ll learn to become more than human! RUN!"
The floor vibrated as fifty pairs of feet began pounding the gym’s perimeter track.
The first fifteen minutes were manageable.
The air filled with the rhythm of footsteps, the faint squeak of soles, and the chorus of labored breathing.
Selene strode alongside them, barking orders like a drill sergeant.
"FASTER, MARCUS! You call that running? My grandmother could outpace you!"
"POSTURE, LIRA! Keep that back straight, or I’ll make you crawl the next lap!"
A few students shot her death glares when she wasn’t looking.
"I swear she feeds off our pain," muttered one.
"She definitely enjoys it," said another between gasps. "I saw her smile when Faron collapsed last week."
"She did!"