Thanks to my previous research, I knew that my destination was the School of Music.
It wasn’t hard to find, as there were countless markers and boards showing the directions.
The university was strangely empty, with only a few students walking around with their heads buried in their phones, and some cars driving through the roads.
But considering that today was Saturday, it made sense.
Ignoring the useless details, I entered the School of Music.
It was big, built from reddish bricks, with white tiles that appeared spotless and pristine. If I had any doubts before, they were now cleared.
I was really in an Ivy League university—though considering that this place isn’t Earth, just being an Ivy League graduate doesn’t mean a lot.
Once again, I had to scroll through countless messages and documents in the Unofficial AM-A group to find my humble classroom.
I could’ve asked a guard or some other student, but I preferred doing it myself.
During my search, Nancy’s call came once again.
"Where are you? How long?" she grumbled impatiently.
"Just five minutes. Where are you?"
"I’m waiting in AM-B. Mrs. Clint is taking a class right now—she told everyone to come to AM-A once she’s done."
"How long will her class take to end?" I hummed. So I needed to go to AM-B.
"I don’t know. Ten minutes, give or take," she said dismissively. "Come faster."
"Yes, yes. Just climbing the stairs," I said before hanging up, reading through the labels on the classrooms and searching for the one that read AM-B.
It was on the second floor, as there were only two classrooms up there.
AM-A and AM-B.
I walked toward the B classroom, but it appeared empty. There was no one in sight.
Wondering whether Nancy had lied or if something else was going on, I entered the classroom—only to feel a presence on my left.
She was standing there, leaning against the wall with one hand in her pocket.
Her platinum hair flowed gently down her back, cascading like a waterfall. Her face was small, sharp, and oh so sexy.
Though she was smaller than her pictures suggested, only around 5’4" in height.
She noticed me before I noticed her, and by the time I could react, she had already grabbed my hand and pulled me away, pressing me against the wall.
"I finally managed to catch you," she snarled, her lips twitching. "Do you think ghosting me and being absent from college is enough?"
"Uhh—"
I gulped. Nancy wasn’t as strong as Claire, or even Ruby for that matter, but she was still stronger than me.
Her petite body was enough to keep me pinned against the wall without giving me any chance to resist.
She tiptoed, her hand snaking across my body as she grabbed my chin. "Answer me. Tell me why you want to leave."
From all the chats between us, I was still unable to find the answer to that.
Who knows? Why the hell would I want to leave such a sexy piece of baddie?
"I was just confused." I kept my hand around her waist, pulling her closer as her eyes widened.
Must’ve been unexpected to see me being active.
"Confused about what?" she grumbled, her body twitching slightly under my grasp.
"Us." I faked a sigh, lowering my head. "What even are we? I’m already in a stable relationship with Claire, so what are we? I’m confused."
Nancy blinked, opening and closing her mouth, but no words came out. She was speechless, not expecting me to pull out the what are we card.
Well, we’re just fuck buddies—but she doesn’t believe that. She believes we’re much more than that.
"Is that the reason you were avoiding me?" Her irritation vanished, her snaking hand gently cupping my cheek, her voice mellowing.
"Yes, I am just so—"
I was kissed shut, her lips crashing onto mine. Her hand pulled me down to her height as she roughly lashed her tongue against mine.
Blood rushed south, my hand tightening on her waist as I pulled her closer.
"You were avoiding me for such a stupid reason," Nancy huffed between kisses. "What should I even do with you?" she said in exasperation, before waging another war between our tongues.
After breaking the kiss, she stared into my eyes, lust dripping from those sexy ash-grey irises.
Guilt hit me for a few moments as I thought about Claire—but then I shook my head inwardly, making up my mind.
This was a fantasy world. A world I couldn’t have imagined before.
There was still so much more I wanted to see, explore, and do.
Isn’t it only right for a man to let his fantasies surface in a fantasy world?
And I’m not sure about all men, but as a healthy young male, harem had always been one of my biggest fantasies—beaten only by the fantasy of a threesome.
I honestly hate cheating, and I plan to build a consensual harem, not one founded on lies. But that would take time, as right now my reputation as a... boy toy wasn’t good enough.
I needed at least a modicum of power to earn the right to imagine a harem.
I needed to give the girls a strong reason to believe that staying with me was better than settling for any other man—even if they had to share.
I looked back into Nancy’s eyes, matching the lust in her gaze.
Guess she’d be my first test subject. Who would’ve expected that?
Reverse Senses, I intoned in my mind, feeling sensation drain from my body as my hands tightened roughly around her waist, turning her over.
I let my palm slide down her stomach, her back pressed against my chest as she gasped.
"W-Wait, what did you do—ngh—" Nancy bit her lip to avoid moaning as my hand slipped into her pants, fingers brushing against her wet panties.
I could feel close to nothing from touching her sensitive spot, but from Nancy’s choked gasps and the way her body twitched rapidly against my fingers, I knew my skill was working.
"Aaron—you bastard!" she cursed, her back arching against my chest, her eyes tearing up.
Sorry, love. You seemed like a good test subject.