NTR School: S Rank Student

Back at the dormitories, Raphael lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

On his way back, he saw no signs of Celeste or Damien.

They've probably gone to classes.

I wonder if they're spreading the news of what happened?

...

He recalled the words of Harmony, the queen of the rose school.

Will I really be hated by everybody during my time here?

Raphael spent the rest of his day familiarising himself with his room and studying the basic topics that were required of him for the first day.

His chambers were large. Much larger than his room back home.

He even had a double bed, which was a luxury common only to lords.

From his window, he slowly watched the sun fall, and the moon rise.

Shit. Has it really been hours already?

He placed down his pen and stood from his seat, stretching his stiff limbs.

Then suddenly, a knock came at his door.

He stood still for a moment, not moving an inch.

Is it Damien? Has he come back to get his revenge?

Knock knock.

The sound came again.

"Raphael? Are you in there? It's me, Celeste."

The soft familiar voice came from outside the door.

At first, he almost moved to the door ready to open it, but paused before making the decision.

"I'm alone." She said, easing his worries, so Raphael walked over and opened the door.

There the brown-haired girl stood, no longer in her school uniform.

Instead, she wore white pyjamas that clung tightly to her curvy body.

She looked at him with blue eyes, and a slight smile on her face.

So she's not angry at what I did?

"Hey." He said, looking down at her.

He was still in his uniform. He would need to change.

"Can I come in?" She asked, cheeks slightly blushing.

"Of course."

Once inside, the woman made her way over to the bed and sat down on its edge.

She clutched nervously the sleeves on her pyjamas, and her cheeks slightly blushed as she looked aimlessly around his room.

It felt strange, her being there.

Raphael looked at her, waiting to see what she wanted.

After a few moments of silence, the brown-haired girl finally spoke.

"Damien's angry at you. He hasn't told anyone what's happened yet, but I know him. He will try his best to make everybody hate you."

Raphael shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall as he spoke to her.

"I'm not bothered. He's the one that attacked me." He said, in an uncaring tone.

"Has he broken up with you?"

The girl let out a sigh.

"No," Celeste replied. "If he did, people would ask why. He'd never risk hurting his reputation that way. He's been embarrassed."

Raphael tried his best not to laugh.

So I made his girl cum, and he still stays with her?

What a cuck.

"Well, that's good." He said, despite not believing the words at all.

Celeste's face didn't seem to agree, as she looked up at Raphael with puppy eyes.

"But he won't talk to me. I feel sad too you know... Yet he won't show me any comfort."

Raphael knew where this was going. It was his time to do his magic.

He walked over to Celeste, placed his hand on her head, and rested it against his chest.

At first, she seemed to slightly recoil, before finally surrendering, and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"You made me feel so good earlier today... I've never felt like that before."

Raphael felt his cock growing stiff as he remembered the earlier events of the day.

The softness of her breasts, and her pink nipples.

The juices that fell from her...

Celeste felt something press against her chest and looked down to see a large bulge in his pants.

Her cheeks began to blush, as she looked up at him

"C-can we continue." She asked, pleadingly. "I need to feel that feeling again."

Raphael wasted no time.

He reached his hand down into her pyjama pants and made his way beneath her panties.

Celeste's clutched onto his other arm, as his hand brushed against something wet.

"Mhmm~♡" a soft moan left her lips.

He hadn't even entered inside, and yet she was so sensitive.

"Damien must suck at pleasuring you if you're this wet already. Does it turn you on, being touched whilst your boyfriend's next door?"

He pushed his fingers inside her pussy which earned him an even greater moan.

"Y-yes~♡. Damien never g-gets me like this."

Raphael swirled his fingers around the inside of Celeste in a circular motion.

His hands were becoming soaked.

"I can tell."

With his other hand, he lifted her shirt. He hadn't noticed before, but she was wearing no bra.

"Damien let you leave the room like this?" He said as he played with her tits, pinching and circling her nipples.

As he did, her pussy clenched harder around his fingers.

"N-no~♡." She whimpered, head now resting against his chest again as she was being groped and played with. "He was asleep when I left."

Raphael couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

This is what he loved.

Back home he was known as a menace, always finding himself sleeping with different men's women.

He was always able to pleasure them, even before using his dick.

Celeste's moans grew heavier as he entered a second finger inside of her.

Once he added the third, she practically let out a scream.

Juices squirted from her, as her entire body spasmed uncontrollably.

"I-i just came again. How are your f-fingers bigger than my boyfriend's dick."

Raphael wasn't surprised. He could tell Damien was small from the way he behaved.

That's the second time she's orgasmed today.

He wiped his hand on his shirt and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"You should probably return to your dorm before Damien notices and goes crazy again."

Celeste lingered there for a few moments before pulling away from his hug.

Her tits were still exposed, so she pulled down her shirt to cover them.

"You're right." She said as she rose to her feet and made her way towards the door.

Her legs were still shaking with every step.

"Oh, um, Raph?" She turned before leaving.

Raph? Not a bad nickname.

"There's a high-rank meeting tomorrow morning before the first class at Garden Hill. You should probably attend if you wish to make some friends. Only B-Rank students and above will be there."

Raphael flashed her a smile as he helped her walk to the door.

"Thanks, Celeste, I'll be there."

Then, with a nod, Damien's girlfriend left the room, pleasured and satisfied.

Once alone in his room again, thoughts ran through Raphael's head.

A high-class meeting?

He liked the sound of it.

Well, let's see which girls we can meet there.

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