There was only one way to get into Fighter Hall after curfew and Linhart knew it well.

  The tree outside his old dorm room was the same as the one in his memory. He knew each branch that could support his weight, and the long sloping limb that he scurried up, the st daring stretch, to reach the second story window. He had navigated this tree countless other times, except it wasn’t the same tree… he was in a different world now. Still, he found some comfort in climbing it tonight.

  When he reached the highest point in his climb, he peered in through the window to see if he could spot the sexy little occupants of this room. His first night in this world, he had slept with the twins, Chloe and Zoey, and screwed them early into the morning. Tonight, after his narrow escape from the Stratega and his encounter with the Strikers in the night, he was not looking for another marathon struggle with these two. But this was his only way into the Fighter Hall.

  All he wanted was a quiet night. He wanted time to reflect on how to proceed in this almost perfect world of beautiful women who chased him instead of insulting him. If he pnned his strategy well, he was sure he could assemble a harem of girls who doted on him, girls who obeyed him, and girls who would beg to please him whenever he was in the mood.

  He looked down at his bulbous member, still fully erect. It seemed this new penis was always in the mood.

  Linhart snapped off a thin branch and, using it, reached out and tapped on the window. A moment ter, a little blond-headed girl appeared in the window, a radiant smile across her face.

  “Now, is this the good twin or the evil twin?” he asked himself, praying to all the Gods as he watched the girl struggle to slide the window open.

  “Linhart, I heard you were injured on the first day of courses, I was so worried!” She looked him up and down, ogling his bare legs and chest. His dick was hidden in the folds of the Healer’s cloak. “Oh... your clothes are missing… Can I help you inside? I promise I won’t do anything bad to you!”

  He breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the Sky Father… uh, Sky Mother. “I would love that, Zoey. I missed the curfew and I really need a pce to stay. Can I stay with you tonight?”

  Zoey nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, definitely! But… Chloe is here.” she said in a low voice, looking back over her shoulder, “She’s asleep, and you don’t want to wake her up.”

  There was a precarious moment, as he stepped from the limb to the window ledge, in which he slipped, but Zoey wrapped her arms around his leg and pulled him inside to safety. His movement and a sudden gust of wind sent his cloak fluttering to the ground, and as he slid through the window, he felt her tiny fingers gripping his balls, but just for a moment.

  In the room, it was apparent that Zoey had been asleep in bed when he’d knocked. The wick on the mp was turned down and her bed was a mess. He’d forgotten how petite she was. They were the same age, but standing side by side she only came up to his chest.

  “You’re all naked,” she stated with a shaky voice, “...I’m sorry if I’m staring. I just– I think you’re really pretty.”

  She was wearing the same pajamas as before; a short shirt that showed her belly and a pair of pink panties. He had never seen her in her uniform. She stood in front of him now, twisting her body in excitement, her big blue eyes filled with lust, she nervously pyed with her long, blond hair. This girl was awkward. Her eyes were glued to his erection, but he could tell that she was struggling to refrain from saying or doing anything she would regret.

  Linhart realized how simir Zoey was to so many boys in his previous world who were unable to speak with girls. She just stood there, staring at him. He did find it endearing, however, after meeting so many girls here who were too bossy and forceful. So he let her continue to look, even going so far as to bump his erection against her, as he turned, seemingly by accident.

  Chloe was lying in his old bed. Her bnket had been tossed aside and one leg was extended into the air stretching her panties across the her fit little hips and butt. There, he could faintly see the pussy that he'd banged so hard one week ago. So hard that she had passed out on the shower floor. He was relieved to see she was in a deep sleep, and wouldn’t easily wake up.

  “I don’t really want to sleep right now, I’ve been sleeping most of the week.” he said honestly, “Is it okay if we just lie down on your bed for a while together?”

  “Oh, yeah. I would like that,” Zoey responded quickly, her face turning red. “Let me just fix it up a bit.”

  Linhart watched as the girl bent over to pull the bnket straight. He was admiring the lines of her waist, the roundness of her hips, and the way her panties crept up her butt, when he noticed that she had pulled something out of the twisted bnkets and was trying to hide it from him.

  He had pretty sure he knew what it was. It looked like a cquered length of wood. The kind that many depraved women would rub in their holes when they were feeling horny. He understood now that Zoey was a deviant and he was filled with the urge to tease her a bit.

  “What’s that?”

  “What’s what?”

  “I mean the knob that you’re holding. What are you hiding from me?”

  “Oh this,” she asked, showing it to him and turning red in embarrassment. “It’s just a toy I use to… help me fall asleep.”

  “Oh…” Linhart saw it had a hand grip and a length of polished wood, but not nearly as long as his own flesh knob. Was this the size of Zoey’s pussy? He reached out and ran his fingers up and down it, saying, “Wow, it’s so smooth and hard. Can you show me what it does?”

  Zoey bit her lip as she watched his fingers run up and down her toy. Her horniness was overpowering her embarrassment and she nodded slightly. “If you lie down with me, I’ll show you what I use it for.”

  “Okay.”

  Linhart plopped down onto her bed and leaned against her headboard in an upright position, gesturing for her to join him. She mumbled something about it being too hot, as she slipped her top over top of her head and dropped her panties to the floor. Linhart became even more turned on as he watched her tiny tits dance and jiggle on her chest. Her pretty little pussy glistened, already dripping wet in the mplight. Completely naked now, her eyes locked on his stiff cock, and she slowly erotically lowered her cute little ass into his waiting p.

  Tired or not, from his time in captivity, maybe he would fuck her once or twice tonight.

  His erection slid along her outer bial folds. Her bumpy lips moved slowly over his dick and he hugged her from behind as she shuddered in arousal. The two of them caressed each other. Zoey's privates rubbed against his and Linhart's arms reached out to hug, grasp, and pinch all of her most sensitive spots. She wiggled on his p, searching for the right position. Finally she found the perfect resting pce, as her inner bial folds opened just right and the head of his dick slipped up into her. There he rested, teasing her, flexing and stretching the entrance of her love canal, but not pushing any further.

  Instead, Linhart focused on kissing her neck intensely and squeezing her nipples one at a time.

  “Show me how you use your toy, Zoey,” he pressured her, “I want to see you py with yourself.”

  She was already panting like a dog on a hot day, and she started moving the dildo across the tip of her clit. Her mouth opened and eyes closed. Linhart could see that Zoey was reaching a new level of pleasure, but should he let her finish or should he py with her longer? He pushed the length of his cock a little deeper inside and she gasped in surprise. This reminded him of the previous time they had spent together. He had controlled every action that night, and slowly brought her to the brink of madness through gentle words and gentle stroking.

  He was now in the mood to be the dominant one, so he decided, once again, he would use her little loli body all night to improve his Fighting Score. She would be his number one girl to satisfy his midnight urges.

  But wait. His Fighting Score!

  He hadn’t checked it for the past week! What had occurred in the week that he’d been unconscious? This should've been his first thought when he awoke a few hours ago, but his brain had been full of cotton. Now, fearing the worst, he held his ID bracer in front of his face.

  The numbers on the screen glowed, the level reading looked like a mistake. His hit points were way down and his list of skills was reading zero. Pulling up his Score status, he confirmed that the worst had happened. His Score screen now read:

  Fighting:209, Healing: 20

  He stopped what he was doing. Zoey grunted in frustration and confusion.

  His Fighting Score, which he’d trained and fought for two long years to raise, had dropped by nearly 400 in a single week. Everything that he'd worked towards, and all of his time and hard work had been for naught! This was all Xenia’s fault! She stole his first week of freshman year, she’d drained his balls without his permission, and now she’s taken the one thing that he held sacred away… his Fighting Score!

  The world faded from Linhart's perspective as he lost himself in dark thoughts. His willpower, always prepared for the worst, gave out and he asked himself the most terrible questions.

  What is the point of living, now that all he has worked for was taken away from him?

  This life was just too painful, why did pleasure never st very long?

  If he couldn’t become a top Fighter, why even bother training?

  Zoey was shaking him now, but he was locked in his own darkness. Life was meaningless and then you died. Even fucking this gorgeous little girl was just a distraction from the hostility out there, so why bother?

  The gorgeous little girl was kissing him now. Zoey. Zoey was kissing him now. She had turned around and was sitting on his p facing him. His dick was pressed up against her pussy entrance, but he didn’t even feel like penetrating her at this time. What was that sound?

  There was someone hammering on the door. The door leading to the hallway, someone was trying to get in.

  “Open up, This is a te night security check! We are here to search your dorm room!”