Chapter 203: Chapter 184 : Accepted And Rejected

Heavy rain continued to fall upon the Grey Wolf Academy as Thursday came rolling around.

The group’s get-together ended just after midnight. Lane and the others wanted to push deeper into the morning, but Ralf wasn't having it, stating that they needed to rest up for their two scheduled classes later that day.

They argued the point but Ralf turned deaf, and then for added measure, left the hotel room to return to his student dorm room, lest their pleading gazes and seducing actions somehow shake his stance.

Lane and Skye were next to leave, catching up to Ralf and returning to Prime as well.

Yuki, who had already made herself comfortable on the living room bed, decided to spend the night in the hotel room. The decision wasn't made on a whim but one made in advance.

Prime's assigned room was nice, but it couldn't compare to the fancy hotel suite. Sleeping atop the king-sized bed brought a level of comfort that her dorm room's bed couldn't match.

As such, staying the night was a no-brainer for the ice Mimic. She had been given the green light by Ralf earlier, who told her to use the room as she liked. And so, she did, bringing several essentials along and essentially moving in.

Charlotte, ever the opportunist, asked if she could join Yuki in bed, and predictably got the go-ahead. The Onic Master jumped at the opportunity, literally, and just seconds later, the two were entangled under the thick black and white blankets, no different than coiling snakes.

The sound of footsteps broke the Onic Master out of her reverie. It was Violet, who had just returned from the bathroom. Glancing her way,

the Onic Master couldn't help but smirk. Traces of curiosity and desire could be found in the princess' purple gaze. Finding the sight promising, Charlotte moved with a speed that rivalled lighting.

“Hey Violet, wanna hop in as well?"

The Lightning Princess was unsure about the proposal, but Charlotte quickly corrected that.

"You said you wanted to experience new things, well, I’m sure you’ve never slept beside others, right…and if you don’t like it, you can leave at any time, no sweat. Just try it, who knows, you might come to like it...I certainly do," the Onic Master said, unashamedly rubbing her face across the ice Mimic's busty chest.

Yuki just smiled and cupped the other's head with her palm before rubbing, moving with practised motions.

The princess' last traces of uncertainty eroded at the affectionate display. “I can really join you two...are you sure? Yuki?”

“Sure, you can join us," Yuki answered, caressing away. "Sis says skinship is important for relationships. If you want to get close to someone, get close to them, as she always says."

“Wise words,” Charlotte added with a slight smile, applying said wisdom.

The ice Mimic agreed and continued. “Like it or not, we’re friends now, Violet…so,” Yuki looked away and her voice dropped to a whisper as she spoke her next words, “let’s get closer.”

At the words, Violet needed no more convincing. Just like the pair, she shed a few articles of clothing, leaving her in nothing but her black lingerie, and joined Yuki and Charlotte in the bed to form the fabled ‘sandwich’.

In the middle, Charlotte couldn’t be more smitten. She desired more - much more - but she made sure to hold herself back. There were many steps needed before crossing the finish line.

The ladies had gone along with her advances so far but Charlotte knew not to push it too far too quickly. She valued her budding friendship with the Mimics and wouldn't do anything to jeopardise it.

The Onic Master decided to treat the endeavour like a marathon instead of a 100-metre dash. If things headed in the direction she and her raging libido wished, great, but even if they didn't and they remained nothing but close friends, also great. For now, she would hold herself back.

All that said...Charlotte’s hands and face couldn’t help but roam across their bodies, appreciating their soft flawless skin as well as their wicked curves and bountiful mounds. Importantly, she wasn’t alone in this. The other two ladies were just as ‘curious'.

The blankets wriggle like a worm as the three engaged in the act of feeling each other out, with each of the trio getting a turn to be the centre of attention. The rustling picked up as the ladies traded places on the bed. Fabric clashed on repeat...and then not at all, as the trio's persons became even lighter.

They were mostly silent during it all, choosing to communicate via body language. Still, murmurs, giggles, and compliments rang out intermittingly.

"Ahaha..."

"Mmm...so soft."

"Snowball's snowballs...lovely."

This went on for three whole minutes before Charlotte inevitably reached her limit. Will power spent, the Onic Master had to shut herself down with her self-hypnosis, preventing lust's subsequent possession. Yuki and Violet continued with each other for another thirty seconds

before calling it a night. The melody created by the rain hitting the glass windows quickly put them to sleep.

The ladies would awaken at 11 am, all somewhat refreshed. Yuki saw Violet and Charlotte off, who after clothing themselves and fixing up their dishevelled appearances, headed to Prime to clean up and change clothes. The ice Mimic did the same in the hotel room.

Some twenty minutes later, the trio reunited to have breakfast, not at the student food hall but at a restaurant near the hotel that had caught the trio's eyes.

They enjoyed a scrumptious meal as they discussed the get-together’s happenings, trading words via telepathic links.

As always, attention followed them everywhere they went; the trio's background was constantly filled with chatter and speculations revolving around them. Eyes burning with dozens of different emotions; lust, infatuation and envy, being chief among them, tracked the ladies' every movement.

The trio weathered the storm and the storm of attention well, as well as Ralf would, for just like he had been for some time, Yuki, Violet and Charlotte found themselves in another world altogether as they enjoyed each’s company.

All desired to step into their world, but the trio’s lofty identities prevented that…at least, this was the case for most people. A certain male trio made their approach upon spotting the ladies.

“They say power attracts, looking at you three, beauty must too. Good day ladies,” Anton said as he neared, wearing his best smile.

His words shattered the ladies’ private world. They broke glances and turned their attention to the Yeadorian prince and his two lackeys, who stood a short distance behind him, like guards.

One of them used their Rank 6 Telekinetic Psi to erect a barrier around Anton to shield him from the chilling downpour.

The ladies noted the arrangement and reacted more or less the same, in displeasure. Charlotte blinked, dismissing the emotion and decided to humour the prince’s words.

“You speak the truth,” Charlotte nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Who are your friends, I don’t recognise them,” she asked, genuinely unsure of the two’s identities. She was pretty sure they weren’t in her class.

The prince’s eyes twitched at the term before he turned to introduce the pair behind him. “This is Omupal and Donovan, they’re third years from Yeador. We’ve known each other since childhood, so we linked up.”

“Yeah.”

“Something like that.”

Omupal and Donovan said respectively; no joy or sense of camaraderie could be found in their tones or expressions.

“Mm, I see, nice to meet you two,” Charlotte said, receiving nods from the pair.

“You three ladies seem to have gotten quite close over these last few days,” Anton observed, grey eyes moving over the trio's relaxed postures.

“Charlotte, I heard you were a socialite of note, but you’re quite quick, I'm impressed. How about it, want to add to your bonds.”

“As a merchant, of course…well, that’s how I’d normally answer. You actually came at a bad time, Anton.”

“Because of class, we can hang out afterwards,” the prince proposed.

Charlotte shook her head. “That’s not what I mean. It’s not about today or tomorrow, my free time will be locked up for,” she paused, images of Ralf's smug grin floating into awareness, “for weeks, for months, potentially forever,” she said, her face falling into a bitter smile.

Anton frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

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“Can’t say.”

The prince's eye twitched at the answer. “You too, Yuki, Violet?”

“Yeah,” the pair answered one after the other, causing the prince’s face to further twist up. His hands clenched up. “Because of Ralf?” he asked, his face darkening as he voiced.

“More or less,” Charlotte said, the other two nodding in agreement.

“...I see,” the prince said after a few seconds of simmering silence.

“Hopefully, your schedule clears up sometime in the future,” he turned on these words and then walked away. His lackeys nodded at the ladies before following in the prince's footsteps.

“Hopefully,” Charlotte said listlessly in parting, before turning back to the ladies. [Not a fan of the prince?]

[Not especially,] Violet replied, a general air of disinterest about her as she sipped her coffee.

[Nope,] Yuki said, more bluntly. [He’s got that entitled aura about him. Reminds me of home and not in a good way, makes my skin crawl honestly.]

[Hm, I see, my feelings are similar. Though I’ve become quite used to dealing with those I have disagreements with. It’s just part of being a merchant. I’ll have to meet with plenty of unsavoury characters in the future and can’t afford to let my emotions interfere with a possible deal. Wearing a mask is a must.]

[I can’t say I envy you then.]

Charlotte shrugged at the lightning Mimic’s words. [Well, there are ups and downs to everything. The advantaged have certain disadvantages and the disadvantaged have certain advantages.]

[True,] Yuki agreed, before catching sight of the ticking clock. [Hey, let's get a move on, class is about to start.]

The pair agreed with the suggestion and the trio were soon on the move, discussing more pleasant topics.

***

The group of six reunited at noon, for their second scheduled History class. The topics discussed were interesting, but even more so were the students’ reactions to Ralf’s group.

The group of six always garnered the most attention, so any changes, no matter how subtle, would be noticed immediately. And the change before them wasn't subtle, but major. The group’s level of closeness and affection for each other baffled the other students.

The shock stemmed not from the group becoming close, there had been signs of this happening, but the rapidness they did so in. In just two days, the group looked no different from best friends in the eyes of the observing students.

It was bizarre. What happened, they questioned internally, unable to make heads or tails of their current reality. It was only when they set their sights on Ralf did everything fall into place, coming to the conclusion that his x-factor had somehow been critical to the drastic changes present.

This notion caused more stares to land on him than usual, mostly green-tinted ones, with a few venomous ones in the mix, Anton's being most notable.

Ralf endured these stares without batting an eye, though, another group's stares weren't as easy to ignore.

Lane and the others sent him pleading looks. They had been badgering him to play Psi games in class. He, of course, denied them, communicating through Charlotte’s telepathic link that a student should focus on their studies above all, and that gaining wisdom was key to true strength and becoming a formidable warrior.

He said all this while sporting a sagely look...and then three seconds later, summoned a Psi Controller and began playing Psi games himself.

His audacious act, committed while wearing a cheeky smile, caused the group’s faces to collectively flinch. Charlotte led the retaliation and after flashing a smirk, doused Ralf with her oppressive Psi, erasing his Psi from this plane of reality. She smiled a victorious smile but not for long. Since she was playing dirty, Ralf did the same, pulling the ultimate card: complaining to the teacher.

The move caused incredulous looks to break out on Charlotte's and the others' faces, all thinking, 'This guy actually went there...'

Nazo squinted at the Onic Master. "Charlotte, retract your Psi and stop bothering Ralf, you're interfering with the lesson."

"Uh, sorry, won't happen again," the Onic Master said sheepishly as she did as she was told.

The History teacher nodded at the apology and continued with the lesson.

Charlotte fired a glare at Ralf, but the Transmigrator just shrugged, shut his eyes and continued gaming with Ray.

The hour-long lecture was followed by a fifteen break before the students met up again for their first Basic Armaments class. Due to the rain, the class was held indoors and underground.

The students took an elevator down some fifty metres and after a short walk, were brought into a colossal white-tiled cubic training hall. There, their teacher and dozens of Assistants awaited their arrival.

One hundred and two small wooden desks were present, one positioned in front of the Basic Armaments teacher and the rest lined up to form ten rows. On each desk, several guns were placed, nearly arranged by order of 'potency'.

Basel Orcnarcs ran the class. The middle-aged man was a burly figure, packing guns both figuratively and literally, and had a mighty blonde beard.

Eyeing him, Ralf was reminded of Greg, not just because of the beard, but also because the middle-aged man too had a habit of rubbing his beard every five seconds. Ralf was convinced that the workout contributed greatly to the size of his arms.

Greg wasn’t the only Zudradian that came to mind. In fact, while their appearances were completely different, the first person that sprang to Ralf's mind was Jenny, owner of Golden Gun, for just as she was, Basel too was a gun nut of note.

Upon meeting the class, he broke out into a passionate speech praising the wonders and usefulness of guns as both tools and works of art, all the while, a fanatical light swirled in his gaze. He went on for a whole five minutes before coming to, remembering that he hadn't yet introduced himself.

Following the short introduction, the lesson was dived into. Theory and practice went hand in hand. Basel explained the weapons’ ins and outs with the aid of telepathic projections while students fiddled with the guns before them.

Pistol, shotgun, machine gun, rifle, ray gun and grendo gun; the students went through them one by one, some clumsily and nervously while others calmly. Ralf fell into the latter group, handing the weapons with practised motions, being familiar with them all.

Following the explanation/inspection, the students went on to use the guns. The room was transformed into a shooting range by the various Assistants, with several shooting booths springing into existence along with dozens of Psi targets to choose from.

The students went in batches of ten until everyone had their turn to fire every weapon, extensively.

On the second time around, everyone’s performance was scoured and an informal competition was set into motion. Importantly, no one was allowed to use Psi to assist them.

To no one’s surprise, but pretty much everyone’s displeasure, Ralf had come out on top again, by a wide margin. Most of the students were clearly not too familiar with guns, a fact that caused Basel to shake his head repeatedly. Ralf's group was the exception, well mostly.

The Evans twins, especially Charlotte turned out to be very good with guns. Had her body been as enhanced as Ralf’s, taking gold would be a matter of heads or tails. Lane and Violet were good with guns too, both benefiting from their previous training. The odd one out was Yuki, who was not only the worst in the group but among the worst in the class.

Luckily for her, Charlotte offered to show her how it's done, making sure to correct her form where needed and where unneeded. The two's 'playfulness' drew no shortage of eyes and gulps from the surroundings.

After three rounds, the shooting ceased and the students returned to their desks.

Basel rubbed his beard before parting his lips.

“When you leave this Academy, every one of you is to be proficient in all manner of weaponry, from cold to hot weapons. My focus is guns, but all tools are useful, from blades to bombs, even when you reach the upper echelons of power. If you harbour any Psi purist ideas in your head, make sure to scrub them out as soon as possible.”

The lesson concluded with these words and the students went their separate ways.

Ralf left for the Communication Centre to do his daily duty and then headed to the library for the mass book transfer. The duo didn’t watch old videos this time but instead played games to pass the time.

Staying till seven, Ralf left to meet with Lane and the rest, not at the hotel room but at their individual Psi training sessions.

It was time to compare.

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