Drystan was right, of course. Linhart was in desperate need of another shower and a change of clothes. He walked into Fighter Hall in high spirits, now that he and Drystan had cleared the air. It felt like he had a second chance with Serapha and Drystan, and that they would be good friends going forward.

  He thought again about Serapha’s athletic body, naked, up on stage just an hour ago. Maybe she could be his best friend with benefits, he hoped.

  Gingerly touching the front of his pants, Linhart tried to soothe the aching pain that still gripped his wounded penis. It wasn’t getting any better on its own. He would need to visit Healer Hall after he was done cleaning up.

  But first, he had to find his new dorm room.

  The Security Room was located just inside the main entrance to Fighter Hall. An open entryway led to a small room with several desks and a bed set up in the corner. There was only one guard in the office when Linhart entered, and he was surprised to see that she was a familiar face.

  The small girl with jet bck hair and porcein white skin was sitting on a chair, her bare feet up on the desk in front of her. From this angle, he could entirely see her short shapely legs and all the way up the skirt of her senior’s uniform. Bright red panties. Her face was buried in a magazine and she didn’t look up as he entered.

  This was one of the girls from his time spent with Xenia st night, and Linhart really did not want to see her. What if she remembered the kissing and the other things he did to her? He was ready to turn around and leave again, when she looked up from the magazine.

  “Can I… help you?” she asked in a curious tone. Her voice made her sound bossy. She still wore dark eye make-up and vivid red lipstick, which gave her an artificial, doll-like appearance. Rising from her seat, she moved with amazing speed to stand between him and the door he’d just entered through.

  “I know you,” she spoke quickly, studying him, “But I don’t remember where from…”

  Though she was so much smaller than he was, her sharp, vampiric gaze made her an imposing figure. Her small hands tched onto his wrists as she examined his face closely.

  “It’s like I met you in a dream…”

  “Umm, I am a freshman here, and I don’t know where to go. Could you help me find my dorm room?”

  The girl held tight to him and continued staring, as if she hadn’t heard him. He found himself speaking much more than he'd wanted. Wishing that something he says will draw a response.

  “My name is Linhart Aetherion... I am so tired and sweaty... Can you please tell me where my room is?... I need to clean up.”

  “Hmm…” the girl finally released her grip on him, sat back at the desk, pulling out a book of records from an unseen drawer. The magazine she had been reading y open on the desk still, and Linhart noted that there were several graphic illustrations on the page, focusing on male arms and chest.

  “Are you studying anatomy? I just came from freshman anatomy css myself.”

  Her sharp eyes looked up at him. “It’s a hobby of mine. I read for… fun.” She returned to flipping through pages. “Ahh, here we are. Linhart Aetherion… Freshman year, Fighter css, hails from Eryndor City… a city boy?”

  “Yes, that’s me.”

  “My name is Ami Takahashi. I am a senior Fighter. Whenever you address me, you should call me Senior, do you understand?”

  “Yes, Senior.”

  “Call me Senior Ami.”

  “Okay, Senior Ami.”

  “Good,” Ami smiled pleasantly, her strict manner rexing a bit, “Your dorm room is 809. Do you have a key?”

  He shook his head no. He didn’t dare say a word, as this girl looked like she could detect any lie he gave.

  “Very well, I will go with you and let you in.” Her voice contained a hint of amusement.

  The girl pulled a deep red security guard’s jacket off a hook on the wall. She threw it over her shoulders and let it hang open over her school uniform. It looked ridiculously over-sized on her, but also very stylish, like a trenchcoat. It reached down to her ankles.

  From the depths of a jacket pocket, Ami pulled a key that resembled the key he had left in the girls’ room this morning. She walked quickly out of the room, grabbing Linhart’s wrist as she passed by him. “Follow me.”

  “Yes, Senior Ami. Can you tell how I can get my own key to my room?”

  She studied him for a moment, thinking, then answered, “You should have been issued one before you came. If you don’t have one now, you’ll have to ask Security to let you in every time.”

  Linhart did not want to have to ask Ami for help every time he needed to get into his room. He would have to go back to Chloe and Zoey’s room, preferably when they aren't there, to hunt for his missing key.

  Ami, still gripping his wrist, led him up the main stairwell that spiraled all the way up through the building. It was also the only stairwell that had access to Floor 8. Linhart remembered from his previous world, that Floor 8 of Fighter Hall was reserved space for the dorms of all girl Fighters. There were special girl-only facilities up there, and special wards were in pce that prevented boys from sneaking upstairs to bother them.

  It did make sense that the boys would occupy that same space in this world. Does that mean that there would be wards that kept girls out as well?

  “Are you able to enter Floor 8, Senior Ami?” he asked.

  She gave him a side-long look and replied, “As long as I am accompanying you, I am able to enter. Why do you ask?”

  “Well, I just heard that a boy had been taken from his dorm room and raped. I just wanted to know if there are measures to stop that from happening again.”

  Ami frowned in his direction, then said, “Do you think I will rape you, freshman?"

  "No, of course not! I didn't mean that."

  She spoke with heat in her voice, "The boys here have far more luxurious dorms than we do. You make up less than one tenth of the popution and cim a whole floor for yourselves. Don’t worry your pretty little head about girls sneaking in to rape you, okay?”

  “Yes, Senior Ami.”

  They ascended the rest of the stairs in silence, until they reached the final nding. There stood an ornate door with carved symbols and well-cut stones embedded into it. The sign on the door read:

  Floor 8

  Ami handed him the key. “Use this to open the door.”

  Linhart took the key from her hesitantly and slid it into the lock. An energy ran through his whole body, scanning his muscles and tickling his sore wiener. A moment ter, the door swung open and Linhart gasped in amazement.

  Beyond the doorway, the floor turned into a rolling green ndscape dotted with bushes and trees, as if he had been transported to an enchanted gde. Bright light, from some unknown source, illuminated Floor 8 with the intensity of a midday sun. There was a waterfall rolling down the wall in the distance, and a brook flowed by, producing a marvelous bubbling sound. It was like a House of the Gods.

  Linhart stepped through the doorway and felt the soft green grass beneath his bare feet. He saw other people were here. All freshman boys. Some were sitting chatting, with their feet soaking in the brook. Another group of three had seen him enter and were coming this way. Floor 8 seemed to be one rge room, but it was far too big to be contained in the space within the building. Many small thatched huts dotted the hillside and looked to be private residences.

  “You’re the Fighter from yesterday!” one of the boys excimed, reaching out and embracing him, “I saw you at the Circled Square yesterday. You looked so cool, like a real Fighter.”

  Linhart knew these three Fighters. They were all the same age as him, and held elite Fighter status in the other world. Cole, Drussus, and Raxar. All three had been with him on that mission, in which he’d died. Their friendliness caught him off-guard and bumbled out a response.

  “Nice to meet you, my name is Linhart. I’m looking for my room.”

  “Ahh, you’re the boy who went missing st night, right?” Raxar said quietly. The big man was much more subdued here and he breathed with his mouth closed. “There was quite a fuss looking for you, it’s good you’re safe. Your room is right over there.” His huge arm delicately pointed to a hut to the left of the door he'd just come through. Looking behind him, for the first time, Linhart realized that from this side the door to the stairwell was embedded in a hut very simir to the others. What an enchantment!

  Ami had retrieved the key from the door and let it shut behind her. She looked around with her mouth wide open, her expression showing the same level of amazement as his own.

  “Umm… Linhart,” Drussus said shyly, “We were told not to let girls come up here. This floor is only for boys.”

  Ami gave him a stern look and gestured to the sigil on her jacket, “I am not a girl at the moment; I am a Security Guard. And I am here to escort this freshman to his room. Now, why are the rest of you here at this time? Don’t you know that ALL freshmen have csses right now?”

  “Ack, we’re sorry, Senior!” they said together. The three boys were surprised by Ami’s verbal assault.

  Her voice rose in volume and intensity and the boys, some of whom were twice her size, shrank away from her in fear. “I should take your names down and report you for truancy. Get going to css before I do.”

  The three boys pelted her with apologies, as they fled through the exit, leaving Linhart alone with Ami. She was looking at him again.

  “So you're the boy who didn't come home st night." she said in a low voice, "You know, the Hall's security detail got in serious trouble over that… Titties got spped!”

  Linhart knew Ami wasn’t working Security st night. She was passed out on the bed getting her pussy stroked by him, but he could not let her know that, so he put on his most apologetic face.

  “I’m so sorry, Senior Ami. It was a mistake that won’t happen again.” Her long silences without responses were disarming. She had all the power in this conversation. “I didn’t mean for the guards to get their… titties spped.”

  “...Room 809 is this way,” she eventually said with a dangerous edge to her words. Linhart really wanted to tell her that he could go the rest of the way without her, but she was already pulling him along by the wrist. This girl’s legs, though small, moved faster than his own.

  They reached a hut whose door was belled 809. Ami rapped twice on the solid wood door with her knuckles and then turned the knob, it was unlocked.