NTR School: S Rank Student

The next day of school was spent purely training. As Raphael had been selected for the Rose school team competing in the Annual Battles, he was made to push himself in all physical areas.

Not only that but as he trained in the Rose school field, everyone's eyes were on him.

His name had only grown more notorious as the days passed, which seemed to make him a sort of icon.

Even the Rose Queen, Harmony, visited the students, seeing how they were getting along with their training.

However, Raphael noticed how often the woman watched him, as he swung his sword, going through his forms.

He found himself watching her as well. Her body was so mesmerizing that it was hard not to.

What would sleeping with her be like? I've got to make that a goal of mine.

I'm not ready yet though. She still looks at me as though I'm beneath her.

He swore to himself that during the Annual Battles, he would prove himself.

Not just to her, but to the queens of the other schools as well.

He had yet to meet them, but hopefully, that would change soon.

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After the long day of school, Raphael went to his dorm to wash himself before changing into his training gear and heading over to the Phoenix school.

The sun had begun to set, meaning it was time for him to meet up with Evelyn. He hated the fact that his heart rate quickened at the anticipation of it.

Not out of nerves but out of excitement.

He had gotten so close yesterday. Today he just needed to take the next step.

As he made his way through the gardens, he spotted someone he hadn't seen for a few days.

It was Beatrice and her boyfriend Elliot.

The couple were walking side by side, but they hardly seemed to be enjoying each other's company.

Beatrice's face looked uninterested, as Elliot was ranting to her about something she hardly cared about.

Raphael couldn't help but laugh to himself.

He had completely ruined their relationship.

I'll have to make sure I visit her soon. I've just been so busy with Evelyn and Celeste.

Raphael made his way into the fields, and once again, he saw Evelyn waiting for him.

This time she sat by the stools, kicking her feet idly with a faint smile on her face.

Raphael slowly made his way over, placing his hand on her shoulder, taking her out of her daze.

She looked up at the man, startled, but after realising who it was, her body seemed to relax.

She wore a different outfit today. Rather than a black jumpsuit, she wore flowing black robes that were loose enough not to hinder your movements.

"I hope I haven't made you wait too long." He said to her, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Evelyn rose to her feet as she shook her head.

"No, you're fine; I'm glad you came. I'm excited."

Excited huh? About what exactly?

The two students wasted no time getting started with their lessons, but Raphael noticed that Evelyn seemed off edge.

There were many times when he caught her looking at him with some sort of admiration in her eyes before blushing and looking away.

This was a sign for him. He needed to go for the kill today.

Can I try the same move I did yesterday? Pressing myself up behind her?

...

No... Of course not. I'm not a one-trick-pony.

But he had another idea.

"Alright," he said to her after going through their sword forms. "Let's have a light spar. It'll be the perfect way for me to judge what level of swordsmanship you're truly working at."

Evelyn accepted, of course, raising her wooden blade in a prepared position before coming at him to strike.

As he said, they kept it light. Evelyn was on the offence whilst Raphael was easily using his sword to deflect her strikes.

Then, as she lunged forward too deep, Raphael wrapped his arms around her and swept her legs from beneath her, wrestling her to the floor.

It was a common move used in swordsmanship. Amateurs often forgot that even though you held a weapon, sometimes using your body parts to strike was most efficient.

And he had proved that, as he now had Evelyn on her back, whilst he knelt over her body, looking deep into her eyes.

Instantly, the woman grew flustered at the prospect of them being so close to each other. She struggled to keep his gaze.

"That's what we call wrestling." He explained, not moving from on top of her.

Evelyn stayed silent, her heart rate increasing. Raphael could tell from the rising in her chest.

It was then that he noticed something.

He could see an erect nipple poking through the white fabric of her training robes. Her breasts seemed less restrained than they should be, jiggling softly with every movement.

Evelyn must have noticed him staring, as she covered her arms over her chest, trying her best to cover her large tits.

Raphael looked at her, a smirk twitching on his lip.

"You're not wearing a bra, are you?" He said in a mischievous tone.

Evelyn blinked at him with her big eyes and tried her best to stop herself from growing shy, but it hardly worked.

"Did Leofric really let you leave your dorm like that?" Raphael teased.

The mentioning of her boyfriend's name seemed to earn a visceral reaction from Evelyn.

Oh?

"It doesn't matter what he wants..." Evelyn said, mind flashing to last night, when she pleasured herself in his bed whilst thinking about another man...

Whilst thinking about Raphael.

"T-this is what I want. I think...♡" She continued in a soft tone.

And that was all Raphael needed to hear before advancing.

The moonlight shone down on them as Raphael looked at her in her glinting eyes.

Then, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.

At first, the kiss was soft, perhaps due to Evelyn's initial hesitation, but afterwards, lust had taken over her.

She pulled Raphael closer, and the kiss became wet and deep.

Raphael pulled away, moving down to kiss her neck and reached his hands up to grope at her soft bust.

His touch sent chills down Evelyn's body.

She wanted to feel bad for her boyfriend but she couldn't. Raphael had an irresistible charm to him that made it impossible for her not to admire him.

Raphael reached his hand down her robes to get a better feel of her soft breasts. The warmth of her milky skin was a pleasant feeling on his hands.

The two tussled on the floor, Raphael groping at her breasts and pressing his knee against her wet lower region whilst Evelyn reached a hand down to rub at the growing stiffness in his pants.

She moaned softly in his ear, already feeling immense pleasure, but Raphael wasn't finished.

He pulled away from her and began to pull her robes up.

First, they revealed her thick white thighs, before eventually struggling past the curves at her ass and revealing her wet region.

She covered her eyes, self-conscious as Raphael admired it's beauty, but he didn't care.

He dived his head down and used his tongue to explore her.

"Ahhhh fuck!♡"

As soon as he touched her, she let out an

uncontrollable squeal.

She tasted incredible, and with every growing moment, her legs began to twitch more viciously.

As Raphael licked at her, he rubbed her clit with one hand and reached the other up to grope at her soft breast.

The mixture of the three pleasures seemed to be too much for Evelyn, as her moans grew louder.

Her body began to convulse as she clamped her thighs down on his head, burying his face in her pussy.

Raphael didn't mind, the feeling was incredible.

He wasn't finished, and neither was she. They both wanted round two.

However, they were interrupted by the scurrying sounds of footsteps.

The two jumped, fearful that they had been caught.

But the footsteps were running away from them, not towards them.

Whoever it was, had seen the entire event and was now hoping to escape.

Fuck.

Evelyn jumped to her feet, pulling her jumpsuit back up to cover herself. Her juices ran down her thigh, and she struggled to stand due to the shivers still running through her body.

Whist Raphael...

He knew that whoever it was would spread the rumour, creating more trouble for both him and, more importantly, Evelyn.

She looked terrified at the idea of being caught, so Raphael knew he had to do something.

He made his way to the weapons rack with speed, grabbing for a steel short sword.

Evelyn watched him, wondering what he was going to do.

He simply flashed her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry. I'll deal with it."

And then, he dashed off, chasing after the spectator.

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