NTR School: S Rank Student

The next day was an important date for those of the Five Schools.

Students would begin their training for the Annual Battles.

Every year, each school would create a small team of 5 people, and they would face off against each of the other teams in organised battles.

Once the battles were over, the ranking of the five schools would be shifted, potentially changing the power dynamics.

After his duel with Elliot, Raphael had, of course, been picked for the team, and he had no problem with that.

After all, it would help increase his reputation, making it easier for him to sleep with more women.

In the morning of the day after his duel with Elliot, Raphael decided to visit one of the schools he was unfamiliar with.

The Phoenix School.

Their uniforms were black, which Raphael thought was unfair, as it looked much better than all the others.

Even as he made his way towards the Phoenix training grounds, he heard whispers of his name.

But he also heard another name too on a passing conversation.

It was a group of girls heading in the same direction and they seemed to be incredibly excited about something.

"Have you guys heard? Leofric Stoneheart is training in the field. I heard he's shirtless♡".

The conversation caught Raphael's attention.

Who's Leofric? I've never heard of this guy before.

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The stands of the training yard were slightly packed as the students of the Phoenix school, and even some others, sat and watched a man training in the centre.

He had a large steel sword in his hand that most would have to wield using two hands, yet he held it with only one, swinging it around in great arcs.

He seemed to simply be practising his weapon forms, and yet, the crowd admired him, both men and women.

The man, who seemed to be Leofric, was tall and wore no shirt, revealing his lean body beneath it. His hair was black, and messy but in a stylish way, and his eyes were a bright green.

But looks aside, Raphael found his swordsmanship... Average.

"What's so special about him?" He muttered to himself, expecting no one to hear, but a man in front of him turned around, a smile wide on his face.

"Don't you know?" He said excitedly. "That's Leofric, the Phoenix, his mother is the Queen of the Phoenix school."

That piqued Raphael's attention.

So, he's a prince. That explains the attention he's getting.

He watched as the man danced around, the sun beating on him from above as the crowd gawked as though he were a piece of art.

"Imagine that. Being so talented, whilst also dating one of the most beautiful girls in the entire school." The man continued to speak to Raphael as he pointed towards a girl sitting on the sidelines.

She had long blonde hair that flowed to her back and slightly curved at the ends. Although she wore the black uniform that all the others wore, she seemed to have an air to her that made her stand out from all the others.

Like she was a queen herself.

Raphael's eyes were drawn to her body, as it curved like a sculpture even whilst she was wearing her clothes. Her chest was the perfect size, large but not too much.

But what Raphael was interested in most, was how she looked at her boyfriend on the field.

She bit her bottom lip and twirled her hair with her finger.

She clearly adored him.

"Raph, what are you doing here?" He heard a voice coming from behind him and turned to see someone approaching.

It was Celeste.

She was by herself, and as she came over, the man in front of him turned back around, returning his focus to Leofric.

"Ah, you know. Just checking out the prince and his girlfriend."

Celeste took a seat on the stool next to him, close enough that their shoulders were touching.

I wonder where her boyfriend Damien is...

Is he still struggling to pleasure her?

Celeste looked at the girl that sat near on the sidelines, watching her boyfriend in awe.

"What do you think of his girlfriend, Evelyn Wilson? She sure is a beauty."

Raphael looked at the blonde woman, admiring her thighs that were slightly revealed by her short skirt.

"Yeah, she is."

Celeste knudged Raphael with his shoulder, whilst looking at him, flashing a wink.

"Do you think you could fuck her? Steal her from her boyfriend like you did with me and Beatrice."

Raphael was taken aback by the words of Celeste. He knew that the woman was part of the reason why he and Beatrice had ended up fucking in the first place, but he didn't expect her to encourage his addiction so openly.

Still, he answered truthfully.

"I don't know, but I'm going to try. If I'm being honest though, it seems like she's too in love with her boyfriend. Look at how she watches him with a glint in her green eyes."

He wasn't wrong. Everyone could tell that Evelyn was in love with the prince, and she probably had no reason not to be. He seemed to be a good guy.

Suddenly, Raphael felt a soft hand place itself on his groin, instantly filling his mind with lustful feelings.

Celeste leaned close to him as they sat in the crowd, pressing her breasts against his arm whilst rubbing her hands in a back-and-forth motion.

"And I thought I was in love with Damien until I met you.♡"

She took hold of his arm and placed his hand on the inside of her soft thighs, sliding them up until he brushed against her panties.

She was already soaking wet.

"Until you worked your magic on me.♡"

No one else seemed to notice what was going on around them. They were all too focused on Leofric and his training.

Fuck it. Might as well go through with it.

The two began to play with each other, reaching their hands into each other's undergarments, fondling to their hearts content.

Celeste had rubbed him stiff, teasing the tip of his shaft with her fingers, whilst he rubbed her clit, earning him soft moans that she tried to cover by putting her hand over her mouth.

After a few moments, Celeste secretly dipped her head down, as though she had dropped something on the floor.

But rather than picking anything up, she wrapped her lips around his member, and bopped her head back and forwards.

Her tongue wrapped around it, licking from the base to the tip, whilst she cupped his balls in her hands.

"After she sees this length *SLURP* she won't ever want to be with Leofric again *SLURP*" She spoke with her mouth full as spittle ran down her chin.

Finally, after a few moments, Raphael released his seed, grabbing her brown hair and pressing her head down so that he could cum down her throat.

Celeste took it all, swallowing it with gratitude.

Afterwards, she helped him zip his pants back up, and they both pretended to watch the training.

"That felt incredible." He said quietly, satisfied with her mouth.

Thankfully, no one had seen them.

Celeste flashed him another wink, as she rose from her seat and prepared to leave the field.

"Enough about me." She said playfully, nodding her head towards Evelyn, who was still admiring her boyfriend. "Figure out a way to get her. She'd be a good addition to your little collection."

And then the woman left, leaving Raphael with his thoughts.

She's right. I just need to find a way to start a conversation with her, without drawing too much attention from Leofric.

Knowing his luck, he thought that would be unlikely.

Still, Raphael had an idea.

Can I really cuck the Prince of the Phoenix school?

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