Ami’s hand turned the knob and she stepped into Linhart’s new dorm room. He followed close behind.

  Whatever enchantment was affecting the common space of Floor 8 did not extend to the rooms themselves it seemed. The room was surprisingly normal. It actually resembled Linhart’s old room back on the corner of Floor 2. Light was pouring in through a window, which at a gnce looked out over the Theater of the Sun Princess. There was a chest of drawers, a writing desk, and doors leading to the shower, bath, and toilet. Instead of two narrow beds, the room had one bed that was twice the size, covered by a girly bnket, which looked very comfortable.

  Ami moved around the room like it was her own. Pausing to examine the shower room, looking beneath the bed, she was acting like she expected an attacker to jump out at them from any direction.

  Linhart was overjoyed when he recognized the steamer trunk that sat at the foot of the bed. It was the same trunk he used in his previous world. Throwing it open, he found all sorts of personal belongings and several sets of spare clothing, sportswear, and uniforms. Though the fashion styles were quite different, it looked like everything of his was here!

  “Oh, thank you so much for getting me back to my room, Senior Ami,” he said happily. He felt such goodwill, that he threw his arms around her small shoulders and squeezed her close. “I appreciate your help so much!”

  She hugged him back, a little too tight. When he pulled back, he realized that skinship with Ami had been a mistake. Her eyes were wide with hunger and her gaze traveled up and down his body. Her little red tongue darted out and ran over her perfect doll lips like she was anticipating a delicious snack. How could he expin to her that he had no intention of having sex with her? Not in his current condition, at least.

  “Soooo,” he started cautiously, “I’ve got to clean up and get ready for my next course now. Thanks again.”

  Ami was still staring. Her hand was pying over the front of her shirt, as if she were overheating.

  “Would you mind leaving now?” he beseeched her.

  She seemed to return to her senses at that request, looking into his eyes once more. Then she produced a notepad from the pocket of her jacket and held it out in front of her.

  “Okay, I’ll leave as soon as I complete my Security Report on this escort mission. This will take a few minutes.” She opened the pad, produced an ink pen and started writing with purpose. Without looking up she said, “You’d better get started cleaning up, it’s 9:30 AM.

  “Okay, but I’ve got to take my clothes off for a shower.” Linhart expined, “Can’t you write the report in your office?”

  “No, I’ll need to ask you some questions as well. Go start your shower, I’ll talk to you from here.”

  “Okay…” he acquiesced, not seeing a way around this crazy situation, without outright pushing her out the door. Linhart retreated to the shower room, pulled the shower curtain shut, and got undressed.

  He was worried that Ami would try to jump him in the shower, but when the water started raining down on him, he was relieved that she was doing exactly what she said she would.”

  “When did you arrive from Eryndor City?”

  “Umm… Yesterday morning.”

  “By what means of travel?”

  “I took the surface train.”

  “And did you travel by yourself, or with a friend?”

  Honestly, Linhart didn’t know how to answer these questions, so he just used his memories of the other world to fill in the bnks. “I traveled with two other friends, also from the Capital. There were a lot of other freshmen on the train, but I didn’t know most of them by name.”

  Some pause, then Ami’s voice was asking again.

  “Were these friends of yours girls or boys?”

  “One of each.”

  “And what is your retionship with the girl you traveled with?”

  “Senior Ami. I don’t think that’s an appropriate question.”

  “Just answer the question or I’m coming in there.” Ami’s bossiness was overpowering, and it was clear she was standing right outside the shower now. The only thing between them was the thin, cotton shower curtain.

  “It’s complicated, okay?” he relented, “I dunno. She and I weren’t talking for a long time, but now we are friends again and I think she wants to be my protector or something.”

  There was a long pause, Linhart had just finished washing and rinsing his body when her next question came.

  “This friend of yours… When you couldn’t find your room st night… Did you go to her room?”

  “No, I stayed with another friend.”

  “Bullshit, all the boys were up here st night. You stayed with a girl didn’t you?” Again Ami’s voice sounded sharp and accusatory. There was no avoiding this.

  Linhart turned the water off and grabbed a towel. “Yes, I stayed with a girl st night.”

  “I knew it. And did she fuck you?”

  It was Linhart’s turn to pause, he was toweling himself off as fast as he could. “Yes, she fucked me.”

  Ami muttered a few things, too low for him to hear. It seemed she was talking to herself, but then she decred, “Okay, that’s all the questions I have for now. Come on out.”

  Linhart wrapped himself in a big towel from shoulder to thigh and stepped out of the shower room to find Ami standing next to the bed. She was standing stiffly, her hands clutching the buttons of her security jacket. Her piercing eyes passed up and down over his body. Linhart had the impression of a cat that was ready to pounce.

  “Sit down on the bed,” she said quietly, but with a tone that could not be questioned.

  He eased himself down onto the soft covers, and she approached him. She was so small that their eyes were on the same level now. Her face was unreadable but her breathing was heavy. It was clear she was horny as hell. The front of her jacket slipped open halfway, and Linhart saw a fsh of her pale, pouty tits. She must have taken her uniform off while he was in the shower.

  “Don't you think you should apologize for your actions?” she asked, staring into his eyes.

  “What do you mean?”

  Leaning forward, her tits now swung back and forth so close he couldn’t look away. She spoke with slow deliberate words, “I mean apologize for the trouble you caused. Apologize to the guards that got punished for you going missing, even though you were out getting fucked by your girlfriend’s virgin twat.”

  Linhart was appalled at the turn this conversation was taking.

  “No, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

  “Apologize!”

  “But they’re not even here now.”

  Well, I'm here right now.” Ami said with a smile. She pulled his face to her own and pnted a long, aggressive kiss on his lips. He fought it for a moment or two, before he opened his own mouth to this crazy bitch and welcomed her tongue into his mouth. Their heads pushed against one another and Linhart’s hands found their way to her jacket. He jerked it off her shoulders violently, pulling it down over her smooth shoulders. Both the jacket and his towel fell to the floor.

  The two parted lips and sat panting on the edge of the bed, completely naked now. Linhart ogled her beautiful figure. She was like a model in a clothing shop, perfect proportions that were scaled down to near child-size.

  “Since I’m the one here, you’re going to apologize to me instead.” she said breathlessly, before grabbing his hand in her tight grip. She was perched over top of him on her knees now, and she pulled him towards her, guiding his hand to her waiting pussy. His hand slid over her scantily haired mound and began massaging circles over her pussy lips. Her clit stood erect and she sighed as he massaged it gently between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Yeeesssss,” her voice came out soft and sweet. Gone was the bossy bitch from minutes ago.

  Her pussy was dripping wet, and her body was squirming on the bed. But her eyes still held the fmes of anger.

  “Come on… Say you’re sorry.” she whispered.

  Linhart forgot who he was dealing with. For a moment his finger action halted as he marveled in her girlish beauty. “You are breath-taking, Ami.”

  Ami reached out and quickly spped his face. “Don’t drop your honorifics. That’s Senior Ami.”

  Linhart’s cheek stung, snapping him out from the spell of her mesmerizing body. The bossy bitch was back. He had not seen the rough py coming and was not in the mood for it.

  “Senior Ami. Listen, I'd usually be really into this, but I've just sustained an injury to my wiener, and I cannot py along with this fantasy right now…”

  Whapp! Another sp tore across his other cheek, and Linhart was left seeing stars.

  “You talk too much, tender boy. Where is my apology?”

  Ami’s eyes were lit with excitement, and her body nguage said she was ready to sp him again. Linhart did the only thing he could. He dove between her legs, his tongue moving rapidly over the delicate red folds of her bia, and began apologizing most earnestly.

  It didn’t take long before she was squealing in ecstasy. “Yeeessss, Linhart. That’s a goooood apology…”

  Her juices were flowing freely as her little pussy got warmer and loosened up. He was sucking away at the deepest spots he could reach, slurping down mouthfuls of her citrusy juices. In between slurps and licks, he teased her with the words he knew would send her over the edge.

  “I apologize.. slurp, Senior Ami…. lick lick, Would you… suck, please… lick, lick… forgive me?”

  Her dark eyes were watching his every move, as she now y prone on his girly bedcover. She pursed her lips and started chanting softly in her turned-on feminine voice, “That’s right, you lick that pussy… haah! Tell the pussy how sorry you are… haah!”

  Her hands tangled in his curly hair, still wet from the shower, as her voice rose an octave. She was singing a song of joy. If there were any people in the rooms nearby, they would definitely be able to hear her. He knew she was getting near a climax, so Linhart forced his tongue as far as it could reach and held it there, vibrating her cherry insides.

  Her sensual lips parted in a wail of pleasure as Ami convulsed in a full-body orgasm. Linhart, his head bobbing between her legs, was treated to an explosion of fluids shooting all over his face and into his mouth. He couldn’t believe this immacute little bitch could be so dirty as to squirt all over him.

  This was really turning him on, but he knew he couldn’t enjoy his side of this sexual encounter. Not unless…

  He knew he was thinking with his dick now, but Linhart was remembering a skill that would aid him is this exact situation. A skill he'd been thinking about all day, since his dick got beaten. Xenia had told him to get rid of FEARLESS, so maybe it is a good idea swapping them.

  As he was busy thinking, he touched his raw and aching dick experimentally. Yes, it would be impossible to fuck her in his current condition. All at once, Ami recovered and jumped on him unexpectedly. The bed became a wrestling ring and Linhart was outmatched by this grasping, curvy, living doll.

  Before he knew it, she had him in an arm bar, and was maneuvering his body over top of her own. With his wrist twisted painfully behind his back, he was forced into a 69 position. He felt his wounded dick slide over her face. The sensation of her tiny mouth wrapping around his tip and sucking on his gns was overwhleming. What normally would have sent him to heaven, was a rush of pain that he couldn’t escape. “Oooooowww ooowww oow!” he was shouting in pain, but she didn’t stop sucking.

  His left arm with the ID bracer was free, but there was no way to manipute it… unless he could use his tongue? Ami stopped him from even being able to try that. She pulled his face down with her shapely thighs and wrapped her leg around him tucking her ankle under her other knee. Linhart’s face was trapped, pressed up against her sopping wet pussy.

  She popped his dick out of her mouth long enough to demand triumphantly, “Tell me again, what are you sorry for?”

  He was mumbling in pain and confusion around her soft flesh. His tongue was busy running over her swollen clit and bia but he managed to whimper, “I’m sorry for missing my curfew st night.”

  His free arm went to her thigh, but there was no prying those supple abaster limbs from around his head. “And for causing the guards to be punished, Senior Ami,” he added the honorific at the end.

  “Yeeessss,” You’re going to pay for your mistakes all day and night… Haaahhhnnnnn!” she released a gasp of delight. Her legs, firmly locked, did not loosen at all. Her mouth kissed his dick, once again sending him nothing but pain. It was time for desperate measures.

  Linhart’s free hand reached down between Ami’s two firm butt cheeks. With her legs clenched around his neck, her butthole was easy to access. Running a finger into her pussy, he scooped her fluids to her rear entry. At first the tiny little hole resisted, so he rubbed circles around it with his middle finger. Her butt was starting to rex.

  “Uhh,” she stopped sucking, “What are you doing?”

  There was no turning back. Wiggling it down into like a worm down a hole, Linhart worked his middle finger deep into her anus, up to the second knuckle. “I apologize for sticking my finger up your butt, Ami!”

  He was licking her clit like crazy now, and his finger was moving in and out using short, vigorous strokes while he spun it left and right, feeling all sides of her little brown hole. Ami had stopped moving and id there gasping and shivering in this newfound pleasure.

  Her legs unlocked, she released her grip on his arm, and Linhart found himself freed. Energized in his victory, he redoubled his efforts in fingering her.

  “Haaahhnnn!” Ami was in another world now. Her eyes squeezed shut, her hands clenched the bed covers, and her feet were pushing down, lifting her torso up into the air.

  Her sweet melodic voice rose to a climax and her body was shaking violently. As she bucked him off, he kept licking her clit. His finger slid ever deeper into her clenching butthole. Linhart sucked and fingered her delicate little body like she was a toy in his hands. Her back arched, body lifting off the bed, and a spray of fluids shot out of her and all over his floor.

  After a solid minute of squirting and orgasming, Ami’s body flopped lifelessly back to the bed and Linhart knew he had a moment to swap skills. It was a risk to his wiener, but being able to screw a babe such as Ami, right here and now... he was willing to take that risk.