NTR School: S Rank Student

Jessica Fields was standing in front of her mirror, admiring her naked body.

This was a daily routine for her.

After showering, she'd look at herself in the mirror, praising her curves and breast size.

They weren't large by any means, but they were perfectly round and perky. The areolas were a light shade of pink which complimented her pale skin.

Her ass, on the other hand, was her proudest feature. Not only was it decently sized, but it was so soft that every step caused it to jiggle like some sort of cake.

Her hair was ginger, and she often kept it up in a bun, which, alongside her glasses, gave her a nerdy look that she had grown to love.

However, Jessica has not always been confident in herself. Only after dating Tom, did she start to realise her beauty.

The man adored her.

No, adoration was the wrong word.

He worshipped her, and Jessica loved it.

It turned her into a narcissist.

"You look perfect, babe. Like a goddess." He said as he sat on the bed with a piece of tissue stuck up his nose to plug the blood.

Her boyfriend had randomly arrived looking beaten up, and clearly more nervous than usual, but he claimed it was just a bad fall down the stairs.

Eh, if he wants to hide it from me, I don't care. As long as he continues to worship my body. ♡

"U-um, babe. Do you think we could have sex today?" Her boyfriend pleaded from out of nowhere, catching Jessica by surprise.

They had never had sex before, and the furthest he had ever tried to go with her, was touching her ass, and that was only because she wanted him to praise her for it's softness.

Sex though... That was an entirely different thing.

"S-sex?" She said, hesitantly, trying to lay him off lightly. "How come you're interested in that all of a sudden?"

Tom's nerves grew as he tried to think of a reason for his newfound lust, but just as he was about to talk, a sound came from the door.

Jessica looked over to see a piece of folded paper slide underneath.

What the heck? A note?

As she made her way over to pick it up, Tom instantly grew flustered, cheeks reddening as he rose to his feet.

"L-let me get it!" He said, practically shouting. He must have realised that he was acting weirdly, as he tried to calm himself down.

"Unless you want to, of course." He added, eyes locked on the note.

Jessica looked at her boyfriend's beaten face with scepticism.

He knows something about that note. Perhaps it could be related to his strange injury.

Ignoring her boyfriend, Jessica made her way over to the note, leaving her boyfriend with a defeated look on his face.

"It's fine, babe; it's probably just some troll." She said, picking it up and reading its contents.

Tom watched her nervously, silently hoping to himself that the note was not from who he thought it was.

[Dear Jessica.

If you want to know what a real man feels like, then come to the Rose School, room number 324.

From, Raphael Brooks]

Jessica's heart leapt in her stomach after reading the name.

Raphael Brooks. The man who beat Elliot, The White Prince, and Leofric Stoneheart, The Phoenix Prince, in a duel.

Rumours have spread that he might be some sort of prince in a foreign land.

Not only that but he's feared by most of the men in the school... Notorious for being a supposed woman stealer.

Beatrice and Elliot's relationship has never been the same since. What could he have possibly done to ruin their relationship?

Jessica walked over to her clothing rack and placed the note inside of her coat pocket.

Tom's face instantly fell into one of despair. He looked broken.

"Don't worry Tom. It was nothing. Probably just a prank from a student. I'll hand it in to the Phoenix Queen tomorrow, and see what she can do about it."

Then, as if nothing had happened, she made her way back to the bed, still naked, and pulled the bed sheets over herself.

Tom watched her, heart beating fast. He hoped to the gods that she was speaking the truth.

Then, he tried to lean over and place his hand on her waist.

Jessica, shrugged him off, turning to face him and flashed him a smile.

"Not today, babe; I'm really tired. Tomorrow though, I promise."

Despite the smile, Tom's heart dropped into her chest as he watched his girlfriend drifting into sleep.

Once she had, he silently crept over to the note inside her coat pocket and unfolded it, reading its contents.

If his life wasn't already ruined after being caught spying on Evelyn, it was definitely ruined now because of this.

Raphael had sent the woman he loved a letter inviting him to her dorm room.

Tom buried his hands in his face, hoping that his girlfriend would turn down the request.

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It must have been the middle of the night when Raphael heard a knock at his door.

He was already awake, doing a quick workout as he was struggling to sleep, but the random visitor had surprised him.

He was shirtless, only wearing loose-fitting pants, and his blonde hair flowed messily, giving him a ruggedly handsome look.

Is it Celeste, coming from next door for a quick session?

He made his way over, expecting the brown-haired woman that he was familiar with to open the door.

But instead, he was met with a ginger-haired woman with glasses, wearing the Phoenix school uniform.

The top buttons on her black shirt were undone, revealing a yellow bra which contained her plump chest.

The girl looked at him, with a confident expression on her face, though her demeanour suggested she was nervous to be in his presence.

"H-hey." She said, a stutter betraying her nerves. "You wrote to me?"

Releasing who it was, Raphael instantly plastered a smile on his face.

He had checked the Phoenix school catalogue in order to find the woman's room, but it had not shown him what she looked like, so he had to just hope for the best.

He opened the door wider, gesturing with his hand for her to come in.

"Jessica Fields," he said, in a calming tone. "Please, come in."

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