It's impossible to forget what happened in that bath with Lysette. After cumming and watching my cock wilt, I obviously ran away in shame, unable to believe I had received the best handjob of my life. That can't be described, it was something out of this world, something that made me question my own sexuality and my own perception of gender.
I am still a man, even inside this woman's body. I understand myself as such and do not intend to change in any way, but how the hell would I not be confused after receiving an excessive dose of pleasure? At least, I slept like a rock. The potion's effect had worn off, thank the gods, and as soon as I woke up in the morning to put on the uniform, I noticed the penis was no longer there.
I guess without the root, which was the final ingredient, the effect's duration is greatly reduced... Does that mean that, if everything had been right, I would have a permanent cock? I don't know how I should feel, because apparently no human has ever encountered a woman with a dong! I will pity any man who falls for Aubry and discovers her dick is bigger than theirs.
But alright, I'm rambling too much. What I need to focus on is maintaining the character's facade, for now, I'm just the daughter of a very important elven clan and the bridge between a secret society of people and a bunch of narcissists who think the world revolves around them... Speaking like that, it's even difficult to say who the narcissists are, but it doesn't matter.
As soon as I crossed the corridor that led to the theoretical classroom wing, I felt my stomach sink. It was impossible not to remember the night before, that firm hand holding my shoulder while water droplets ran between my breasts and my breath released curtains of air into a humid environment. Shame followed me like a shadow with short legs, quick enough to reach me and re-emerge the memory of how pleasurable the moment was.
The uniform at least helped to disguise that I hadn't done something indecent last night. The Hydralix crest shining on my chest was the perfect mask for someone who needed to look like an elite elf, capable of stepping on a commoner who got in their way.
Ah, I'm starting to think like Aubry. That's a bad sign.
I push open the classroom door. Most of the students were already there, and I immediately recognized half a dozen familiar faces from the game's story, looking exactly like their in-game visuals. Still, there were those who received an upgrade in details and overall texture, giving them more life than the script ever delivered.
In the left corner, a dark-haired boy was reviewing notes: the protagonist. And yes, the Amulet of Sarga'min was still hanging around his neck, twinkling.
This makes no sense at all, what is the probability of this character suddenly obtaining this? Sure, I know I've reincarnated as a character and can make allowances for inconsistencies, but the student group will visit dungeons in the future as part of the curriculum and to practice magic, so this seems so out of place. My brain wanted to dive into that question, but I couldn't, because it would be strange for an elf to approach a human out of nowhere.
My gaze crossed with Lysette's. It only took a second, just a short enough instant to not exist, but long enough for my chest to seize up. She looked at me as if she couldn't decide between a shy wave or pretending I was a column of the architecture. The second option seemed more sensible, considering I'm also flustered, and remember, as a man, I love sex!
I turn away before she could try anything, or before I thought about that strong, firm, calloused hand again... Ugh, why do you have to be so specific, Aubry?!?
Ah, great, I'll have to sit with Elandor, the elf from the party who came to warn me about the package. He is too handsome for someone who annoys me so much, with that neatly combed light hair, delicate face, and a cursed calm smile of someone who has never had to suffer for absolutely anything in life... Wait, Elandor never did anything wrong to me, why did I just project such a negative view onto him?
He raises his hand in an elegant greeting, typical of an elven attitude.
"Lady Aubry, good morning."
It was either this or sitting next to Lysette. Better to choose the lesser evil. I slump into the chair beside him, trying to keep composed.
"Did you sleep well?" he asks, crossing one leg over the other. "The rooms they offered us are better than I expected. They don't compare to cockatrice feather pillows or deer-hide-covered mattresses, but I must say, I admire their effort to please us."
I lift my chin, using the typical tone of the original Aubry, with that air of superiority that filled her every gesture in the game.
"Perfectly. I expected you wouldn't even realize how it is a mere setup by the humans."
He raises his eyebrows.
"Ah, agreed then. How pleasant."
I huff, looking away.
The room begins to fill with voices, noises, and small cross-conversations. I try to register the faces of everyone, pulling both from my mental library about the game and Aubry's memories, noting who held the position of spoiled heir and who would be a potential mage among so many people.
All of this makes Hydralix an elite hub, which it certainly is, considering how expensive and difficult it is to enter an Institute like this to learn magic. In other words, we can say that every student carries an entire backstory worthy of a complex side-quest character in a game.
The only problem was that I couldn't ignore Lysette. She sat two rows ahead, slightly to the left, just enough for me to see the curve of her ear, using a subtle movement of her shoulder as she placed her backpack on the seat's desk.
The back of my neck tingled just remembering her breath near my neck.
Elandor, of course, noticed.
"Did something happen yesterday, Lady Aubry? You seem restless."
"Nothing happened."
He smiled knowingly, one of those smiles from someone who has already understood everything and is just waiting for you to humiliate yourself. It's obvious this elf would be perceptive enough to notice that something is wrong with the heir of the Lilaccuria clan's fame.
"If you say so."
I cross my arms and stare straight ahead, trying to concentrate on the empty whiteboard, the desks, the silence about to break when the professor walked in. I still need to better understand this world, moreover, we are no longer talking about a fictional story behind a disc player, now all of it is palpable enough that there is a notion that this world is completely real. Another problem is regarding my classmates and the events whose objective is to screw me over.
Even with so much to process in my mind, the heat that rose to my face was inevitable, giving away that my thoughts were very, very far from any of that.
Out of all the places I could look, my eyes insisted on returning to Lysette.