"Line up and take one bottle each," Sylvia ordered, stepping back from the metal cart.
"Do not waste it. Apply it evenly to your chest, stomach, your lower back, and your shoulders. The areas where your mana pathways naturally pool."
Alex joined the line of girls, his heart beating fast.
When it was his turn, he picked up a small, cool green jade bottle. The spicy, minty smell coming from the open cork was so strong.
He walked back to his spot on the mat, right next to Lily.
"This stuff is amazing, but it stings like crazy the first time," Lily whispered, giving him a bright smile.
Lily didn't waste any time as she pulled the hem of her own sports bra up a little and began rubbing the clear, thick liquid onto her toned stomach.
Alex swallowed hard. He poured a small drop of the Ember-Leaf extract onto his fingertips. It felt thick, almost like warm honey.
Taking a shaky breath, he slid his fingers under the elastic band of his sports bra and rubbed the liquid onto his soft, pale stomach.
"Ah—!" Alex bit down on his lower lip instantly, stifling a gasp.
The moment the ointment touched his newly shed skin as his mind exploded with unease.
His skin was already hypersensitive from the Ecdysis phase, and the medicine seeped right into his open pores.
It felt like a line of liquid fire tracing across his stomach.
But the burning didn't stay as pain, the Yin-Serpent Mana Circuit immediately reacted to the hot, Yang-heavy medicine.
The circuit greedily sucked the heat in, converting the fiery sting into a deep, heavy wave of raw pleasure that shot straight down to his groin.
His knees wobbled. The tight black spandex shorts suddenly felt incredibly restricting.
The fabric pressed against his flat crotch, rubbing perfectly against his highly sensitive little brother.
A warm wetness immediately started to form in his seamless inner briefs.
"Oh, look at you," the Empress whispered in his mind, her voice dripping with amusement. "Just a single drop of medicine and you are already leaking like a desperate girl. Imagine what will happen when you swing that sword."
As before Alex continued to ignore her, while his breathing turned slightly ragged.
He tried to reach around to apply the ointment to his shoulders, but his arms felt heavy and weak from the sudden rush of pleasure.
"Hey, are you okay? What happened?" Lily asked, stepping closer. Her bright eyes looked at his flushed, sweating face with sudden concern.
"I'm... it's just really hot," Alex managed to whisper, keeping his voice soft.
"Here, turn around. You can't reach your back properly anyway," Lily said.
Before Alex could protest, she stepped right behind him.
Alex froze. He felt Lily pour some of the ointment onto her own hands.
A second later, her warm palms pressed flat against his bare shoulder blades.
"Nnngh..." Alex shoved his fist into his mouth, biting his own knuckles to keep from making a sound.
The contrast of her warm hands rubbing the ointment into his ultra-sensitive skin was overwhelming.
Lily's hands moved in firm, circular motions, spreading the liquid heat down his spine.
As she rubbed, her face leaned close to the back of his neck.
Without meaning to, Alex's body released a fresh, concentrated wave of his sweet pheromones.
Lily's hands suddenly slowed down. She took a deep breath, inhaling the heavy scent.
Her breathing grew noticeably heavier..
"You smell... really good," Lily murmured. Her voice lost its cheerful energy, becoming lower, a little hazy.
She didn't step back. Instead, she stepped closer, until the soft swell of her own breasts pressed lightly against Alex's bare back.
Alex's eyes widened. He could feel her heart beating fast against his skin.
He wanted to tell her to stop, but the girls around them were busy rubbing the medicine on themselves, and Sylvia was looking the other way.
If he made a scene, everyone would look at him.
Lily's hands slid lower, tracing down the curve of his spine.
Her fingers dipped dangerously low, slipping just under the tight waistband of his black spandex shorts to rub the ointment onto his lower back.
"Lily... wait..." Alex whispered, his voice trembling.
Her fingers brushed against the soft, smooth skin right above his tailbone.
The touch sent electric shocks through his body. His hips jerked forward involuntarily.
The tight front of his spandex rubbed hard against his crotch, sending another spike of blinding pleasure through his brain.
"Just making sure it gets into the muscles," Lily whispered back, her hot breath tickling his ear.
She sounded completely lost in the moment. Her hands moved to his sides, her thumbs brushing against the outer edges of his bra, right near his sensitive, puffy nipples.
Alex squeezed his thighs tightly together. He could feel a steady drip of slick fluid soaking into his underwear.
He was basically edging in the middle of a crowded room, completely trapped by Lily's wandering hands and his own treacherous, mutating body.
"Alright! That is enough!" Sylvia's loud voice boomed across the hall, breaking the heavy tension. "Grab your swords and begin practicing."
Lily blinked rapidly, pulling her hands back as if she had just woken up from a dream.
Her face was bright red. "I... um, sorry. I got distracted," she mumbled, quickly stepping away and grabbing her wooden sword.
Alex almost collapsed with relief, but the torture wasn't over.
He picked up his wooden sword with trembling hands. His entire torso was on fire, coated in the highly stimulating medicine.
Every single time he took a deep breath, the tight sports bra squeezed his swollen, hard nipples, making him bite his lip in agony and pleasure.
"Horizontal Slash!" Sylvia yelled.
Alex stepped forward, twisting his hips. The tight spandex stretched across his thighs, grinding against his wet crotch.
"Haa...!" Alex exhaled the mana, but it sounded exactly like a breathy moan.
With every slash, every pivot, and every step, the friction of the tight women's clothing against his medicine-soaked, super-sensitive skin pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
His mind went entirely blank. He wasn't even thinking about swordsmanship anymore; he was just desperately trying not to embarrass himself by having a climax in front of twenty girls.
"Forward Step! Thrust!" Sylvia's voice continued through the humid air of the training hall.
Alex obeyed, his body moving on pure instinct.
His spine coiled and uncoiled with terrifying grace, but his mind was completely shattered.
Every time he stepped forward, the tight black spandex stretched and snapped against his ultra-sensitive skin.
Throb.
Alex gasped, stumbling mid-step. His wooden sword wavered. He could feel it happening.
He nervously darted his eyes downward.
His face was drained of color.
There, pushing against the sleek, dark fabric of his high-waisted shorts, was a very distinct, hard bulge.
The intense friction and the supernatural medicine had pushed his body past the point of no return.
His cock was fully erect, throbbing against the restrictive spandex, creating an obvious, unmistakable tent right between his thighs.
"Oh, my," the Empress giggled in his mind, her voice echoing with wicked delight. "Keep going!! Let's wait and see who's going to spot your dick that's carving for some attention."
"No... no, no, no," Alex panicked, his mind going entirely white. If anyone looked closely, he would be exposed.
Just thinking about a guy hiding in the girls' training class, wearing a sports bra and sporting a rock-hard erection.
They would kill him, or worse, hand him over to the City Guards as a total pervert.
He couldn't hold it back.
The intense, slippery wetness soaking his underwear and the burning heat on his skin meant he was literally seconds away from climaxing right there in the training hall.
Clack!
Alex dropped his wooden sword. It hit the hard floor, the sound echoing loudly across the room.
Several girls paused their swings, turning to look at him.
Without a second thought, Alex hunched his shoulders forward, slapping both of his hands over his lower stomach and crotch to hide the bulge.
He bent over slightly, making it look like he was suffering from terrible stomach cramps.
He didn't say a word. He just turned on his heels and bolted.