Time Slip into a Reverse World

It was Linhart’s third time reliving the events of his first freshman week. At first, he had theorized that each loop he lived through was in a different world with slightly different rules. But now he wasn’t so sure.

The events of the first few days remained unchanged, and the people all behaved the same as the past loop. Saying the same words, taking the same actions. He relived the Squad selection process, an all-out brawl in the main room of the Century’s Domus. Somehow, the resulting squads contained the same members as it had before. With the exception of one.

Drystan was present for squad selections.

He had missed Mentor Hour in the previous loop, but when Linhart thought back to it, this change was a direct result of his actions. Instead of letting Drystan beat him up in the ring the day before, he had humiliated Drystan which, in turn, had quashed any interest Xenia might have had in him.

And so, Drystan was freed from his role as Xenia’s sex slave, though he complained bitterly about the unfairness in his fight with Linhart.

It would take him a few days to get over that, Linhart thought to himself. Despite his so-called betrayal, Linhart managed to convince Drystan to join their squad, bringing the number of members up to nine, three boys and six girls.

The brawl had once again been charged with want and desire with Saya declaring ownership over Drystan right away, rather than over Linhart. She ended up bruised and bloodied, but she got her wish, joining the same squad as the boys. Linhart felt just a little bit jealous of Drystan stealing some of the girls’ attention away from him, even if it was just the overbearing girls, Ayame and Saya. It was clear that having a third boy in the group would change the dynamic.

“There’s one fighter boy for every two girls…” Chloe mused.

She was standing over Zoey, and as she spoke they exchanged a look. Zoey was nursing a broken nose. Linhart knew already that it would heal quickly and without any permanent damage.

“We should divide into three groups of three. Zoey and I will go with Linhart.”

“Good idea!” Ayame agreed. She was standing over the recovering form of Saya, “We’ll take Drystan.”

Blythe stepped up, wringing her hands. Fresh blood still coated her bare knuckles. When she approached, the twins and Ayame shrank back warily.

“Linhart is our strongest leader, and Drystan is close behind. They should both go with me.”

The deep voice of Drussus, quiet as a distant rockslide, spoke next.

“Can’t the three boys group together?”

“NO!”

Every girl in the room answered as one. The force with which his suggestion got shot down sent Drussus into a panic. He hid behind Drystan.

Linhart was deep in thought, wondering how he could best turn this to his advantage. He would need plenty of support in the coming weeks to infiltrate the Spire and find the missing Fighters, but how could these freshmen help?

He would have to talk to them separately and bond them all in time, to best make use of them. He stepped in front of Blythe, holding his hands up in a calming gesture.

“I agree that nine people moving around campus together is too many, but permanently dividing into groups of threes won’t help our unity. So I propose that we split into groups, but change the groups around every few days.”

Blythe’s scowl stayed fixed on her face. But she was no longer on the verge of throwing punches, which she seemed to enjoy a little too much.

“I joined your squad because you promised to lead me…”

“Yes, and I will keep that promise.”

“...”

His voice rose,as though he were speaking to the group, though his eyes stayed locked on Blythe’s.

“Blythe and Nyx, you’ll stay with me from morning to end of day for the first four days.”

“No fair!” Chloe cried, rushing forward with her fists raised. “You promised to do it with me and Zoey!”

Linhart turned and grabbed the little blonde, sweeping her legs out from under her and taking her down to the floor. The air was knocked out of her, and Linhart sat on her chest. His hands pinned hers to the floor and she twisted uselessly trying to free herself.

If she kept going this way, she’d get her nose broken just like Zoey, or even worse. Chloe was such a handful, but he knew just how to manipulate her. He leaned over her, and as he did his hair fell on her face and the hard rod in his pants rubbed against the space between her tiny breasts. Her top was pulled up and he could see her pointy nipples harden as he whispered into her ear.

“Of course, you and Zoey are my favorites. But I can’t let these other bitches know. So, if you accept this deal, I promise I’ll come to your room after dark and give you everything you want…”

“Everything?” she gasped, her eyes dancing with wonder.

He smiled and nodded down at her. Their faces were inches apart.

“Sex?” she whispered hoarsely.

He nodded again, then moved in. His lips met hers and a jolt of energy passed through them. The kiss lasted longer than he’d intended. Her warm lips tasted like honey, soft and yielding. He pecked at their plump goodness, responding to her raw need with his. He lost himself in their sweetness.

Rough hands were hauling him up, and he was surprised to find the two boys were the ones pulling him off of Chloe.

“Why did you kiss her?” Drussus asked, amazed.

“You can’t do that with these girls watching!” hissed Drystan primly. “Look at the effect it’s having!”

Linhart came back to his senses, and saw that all the girls were staring at him. Their faces were flushed and they were breathing hard. Kissing Chloe had really upped the horniness in the room.

Uh oh!

“So, Blythe and Nyx. You’re with me to start. Drussus, you go with Chloe and Zoey.”

“All right, boss,” Chloe replied, licking her lips and getting to her feet.

She smiled hungrily at him. The sarcasm was clear in her voice. Tonight she would try to show him who the real boss was.

“Uh, I don’t want to kiss anyone,” peeped Drussus.

Linhart looked over at the big softie. He weighed more than both the two twins combined, but the thought of being alone with them was making him shake.

“They won’t bite, Drussus,” he sighed, patting him on the shoulder. “You’ll need to get used to girls soon, if you want to be a fighter.”

“...”

Linhart turned to Chloe with pleading eyes.

“Chloe, Zoey. Can you promise me you won’t kiss or bite or do anything to Drussus that he doesn’t like?”

“Of course, Linhart,” Zoey said sweetly. She slid her hand into Drussus’ and added, “You can trust us."

Chloe seized Drussus by the other arm.

“Aye aye, boss,” she declared. Those hungry blue eyes held all sorts of threats of violence in store for Linhart later. “We will treat him with the utmost care. C’mon, Mammoth Man!”

“Wait, Mammoth Man?” Drussus bellowed, as the two little girls led him out of the room.

Linhart could tell that Chloe's attention was already entirely on the big man.

“But we won’t know what you don’t like until we try it once, right?…” she cooed.

The twins’ high laughter disappeared as the door swung shut behind them. Linhart turned to Ayame.

The dirty girl was as incorrigible as ever. She was biting her bottom lip and her hand was busy moving around inside the crotch of her shorts.

“You!”

“Me?” she asked.

Her voice came out steamy and urgent. How could she think that they didn’t see what she was doing?

“I’m leaving Drystan in the care of you and Saya.”

“Oh yeeeeaahh.”

“Stop touching yourself and listen to me!”

He was on top of her in an instant, stopping her hand in the only way possible. His own hand slipped down her shorts clamping down on hers. A stickiness and heat enveloped his fingers. His bold action completely caught Ayame off guard. She froze in his grasp, two of her fingers still stuffed in her pussy.

Linhart wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her in roughly. He lowered his voice just enough so that no one else could hear.

“If you do anything to him and I find out about it… Rape, kissing, touching his wiener, anything!… I’m going to get Blythe to rip your arms off, and you’ll never touch yourself again.”

“Uuugh.”

She made a perverted noise at his whispered threat. A trickle of fluid wetted his hand.

“But if you and Saya can keep your hands off his wiener for four days… I’ll let you do dirty stuff with me.”

“Uuugghnn!”

The noise was even louder and she was grinding against his hand now. Somehow, she had swapped her fingers out for his. His index and middle finger squished into her wet folds, and she let out a heartfelt sigh.

“Do we have a deal?”

“Hhaahh… What about a kiss?… you kissed the little pervert.”

“Fine.”

He pulled her head to his, twisting her neck violently. His mouth met hers with such force that their teeth collided. A sharp passionate pain. A moment later, their tongues met and he was slurping the warm spit from her mouth.

“G-g-gods!” Ayame proclaimed breathlessly between slurps, “You taste soooo gooooood!”

His fingers made lewd wet noises as they thrusted in and out of her pussy. Her hips met his rhythm, and her toned stomach muscles began to twitch as she reached the peak.

“Hhaahh!”

She groaned, vibrating in ecstasy, as she squirted all over his hand.

It wasn’t until Linhart stepped back, shaking her juice off his fingers, that he remembered there were other people still in the room.

The girls, Blythe and Nyx, were watching with unreadable expressions. Drystan had his arms crossed in contempt. He shook his head and uttered just one thing.

“That’s disgusting…”

Linhart smiled apologetically, and then, to the surprise of everyone and the delight of Ayame, he stuck a dripping finger into his mouth and swallowed her juice down. It was salty and had her unique taste to it. Linhart smiled.

“Well… It’s time for our midday meal!”

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