Time Slip into a Reverse World

An hour later, they were eating in Fighter’s Green. Linhart eyed the two girls sitting across the table from him.

Blythe, with her sharp nose, thin cheeks, and strong lantern-shaped jaw, was shoveling meat and potatoes into her mouth, somehow still managing to keep one eye on him.

Nyx, with her exotic, wiry beauty, was picking small cubes of perfectly cut goat meat off the end of a razor-sharp knife. Her dark eyes bored into him as if she were reading his thoughts like a book.

He had to keep reminding himself that he had only met them a mere hour ago in this timeline. They didn’t know or trust him yet. He had to reel back his familiarity and all their shared experiences, restarting their relationship once more.

The fact that he hadn’t slept with either of them definitely helped the reset.

Though, now that he was thinking about it… maybe he should sleep with one or both of them during one of these loops, just to try it out. What would sex with Blythe be like?

He eyed her bulging shoulders and pecs. They were well-defined and hard as granite. With that body, she’d have no trouble mounting his pole and slamming into him hard, like Xenia often ended up doing. But then again, she was a disciplined soldier, and was good at following orders. Maybe she’d follow his lead and present her hard body for him to play with however he wanted.

Bend to his slightest suggestion…

Follow his every whim…

“You’re having sexy thoughts about her.”

Linhart snapped back to reality and looked over to Nyx, who had just spoken.

“Huh?”

“I said, you are imagining having sex with this woman,” she said pointing with her thumb at Blythe without any sign of emotion. “Your face shows it all. Do you like having sex?”

The last statement, posed as a simple question, was layered with meaning. An accusation. A proposition. He was two short sentences away from requesting a threesome with these two powerful girls, but he pushed back against that thought.

There was something more important at stake.

“I’m not looking to have sex with you at this time,” he lied, “Though, I do have an ulterior reason for choosing to group with both of you. It is a matter of life and death for several Fighters and an active security threat to the whole Academy.”

He paused, having said his part, and gauged the reaction of the two girls.

Blythe looked doubtful. Nyx, intrigued.

“What kind of security threat?…” “What do you mean, ‘at this time’?…”

The two spoke over each other. Linhart couldn’t hold back a laugh. The two girls’ minds had gone in completely different directions. He addressed Blythe first.

“I have close connections with the Stratega. She and I have been working together to catch the Fighter kidnappers. And Nyx, I do like sex, more than any other boy in this world, and I will gladly sleep with both of you. But first, I need you.”

The two girls readily agreed. Nyx seemed more eager than ever. Polishing off their plates, they both looked at him expectantly.

“How can we help?” Blythe asked.

“Well first, you are both trustworthy and powerful Fighters. I need to assemble an incursion team that will go in to investigate the enemy forces. Blythe, I was hoping to recruit some of the senior Fighters. Since your older sister is highly ranked among them, do you think you can help in that department?”

Blythe’s face hardened. She didn’t look happy, but she gave a curt nod. She would do her part, but Linhart knew that he’d have to reward her grandly for agreeing to this.

* * * * * * * * *

The senior Fighters occupied that same table as always. Long and well positioned, it sat at the far end of the Green, beneath the shade of the cyprus tree. Everyone appeared to be present, other than Maeve. This time, though, a dozen freshmen girls were orbiting the table, serving food, slapping flies, and otherwise engaged in cozying up with the seniors.

Blythe, at Linhart’s insistence, was taking the lead in this encounter, walking at the front and speaking for the group. Linhart and Nyx followed a little behind and blended in as best they could. Altheia’s keen eyes picked them out as they approached. She rose up and clapped her hands for attention.

“Am I seeing things, or has my obstinate sister come to pay her respects to her seniors on the very first day?”

Her voice was sarcastic, but the smile that crossed the woman’s stoic face showed a hint of pure happiness.

“Welcome to the Academy, Blythe.”

“Thank you, Altheia,” Blythe said, bowing deeply then gesturing to them. “These are my new friends and squad mates, Linhart and Nyx. Please take good care of us in the coming year. Is there anything we can do for you to prove our good intentions?”

“Hmmm…”

The woman resumed her seat. Her satisfaction was evident as her gaze ran over them, resting just a moment longer on Linhart than on Nyx, and she made up her mind.

“All three of you are on shoulder rub duty. Get started!”

She slapped her broad, gleaming shoulders. A solid, wet sound.

“Blythe, you’re on me.”

Before the freshmen could react, a small set of hands shot out and latched onto Linhart’s arm.

“Dibs on the boy!” came a flute-like voice.

“Argh… I was going to take him!” a second senior complained.

“He’s mine when you’re done with him!” said a third.

The fast hands that had claimed him ended up belonging to Ami. Linhart’s heart surged as he met the girl’s alluring gaze. She was wearing a plain tank top and exercise shorts, loose and casual, but her doll-like face was made up just as well-done as always. Her eyes lined in black, looked twice their actual size. Her plump lips were bright red and inviting him to kiss them. The rest of her face was powdered until it was bone white.

“Come on, boy. Use those soft hands of yours and loosen me up.”

She turned her back to him on the bench and glanced back at him expectantly as he moved to stand behind her. He faintly recalled the noises she made that day in the dorms, as she begged him for forgiveness and punishment. How he’d love to hear that voice again, though this was neither the time nor the place.

Several other freshman girls made room, stepping away as Linhart moved into position. One of them, a tall girl with a black braid that Linhart didn't know, gave him a pat on the butt. It seemed, despite him not saying a word, he was still somehow the center of attention.

Ami adjusted her white tank top, pulling her neckline down to reveal her deep pale cleavage. The downward view was incredible! Linhart wasted no time in laying his hands on her, though instead of starting at her shoulders, he placed his hands around her tight little body.

She looked up at him, confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Excuse me, but I’m giving you a shoulder rub, Senior.”

His voice cracked as he tried to contain his excitement. His hands slipped under her arms, followed by his fingers tracing a line down her ribs until her delicate form disappeared, buried under the flesh of her breasts.

“Mmmmph… Most shoulder rubs are… mmmm… just on the shoulders.”

She was objecting, but she didn’t pull away from him. In fact, he found that she was leaning backwards. Raising her arms to make it easier for him to reach around her to the front of her body.

“This is my special shoulder rub. Don’t you like it?”

Ami was already breathless. Her super-sensitive chest was shaking in his hands, and he could feel her heart beating through the rhythm of her chest.

“I don’t hate it…”

He lowered his head so that he could speak to her without anyone else noticing.

“Why don’t you just relax. Put your head down and enjoy the rub. I’ll let you know when I’m finished, Senior.”

“Mmmm hmmm…”

As if that were all the invitation she needed, Ami slumped forward. Her torso went as limp as a wilted flower, and her short hair fell in front of her face.

Linhart took the opportunity to slide his hands completely around her, cupping her perky tits in the palm of his hands. He heard a small gasp as his index fingers ran circles around her nipples. She was vibrating in his grasp, and as compliant as a flesh doll now.

“What are you doing?”

Nyx was standing next to him, giving a shoulder rub to Helen, the other senior he knew well. She was standing close enough for her whisper to reach only him.

“That’s not a shoulder rub. That’s a sexy massage.”

“Mind your own business,” Linhart hissed back. “I’m getting valuable information here.”

The two of them kept massaging as the seniors spoke predictably about topics that interest them. The discussion circled around the incoming freshman class. They all took jabs at how the quality of freshmen was on the decline.

"Except for the boys," Helen added, slapping Linhart in a friendly way, "They're much cuter now than the guys two years ago."

There was a round of hearty agreement, and then they were complaining of the Mentors and the rough treatment they expected that afternoon. He and the other freshmen were jus listening in. Not contributing, but learning more from this candid conversation, than from his whole morning.

Maeve’s name came up just once and Blythe, as he'd directed her earlier, jumped on the opportunity to find out more.

“What do you mean she just meant missing? What happened to Senior Maeve?”

Altheia harumphed, obviously not pleased that Blythe was talking when she should be serving. But she answered.

“The girl disappeared in the dark of night. All her belongings were left in her dorm. If she wasn’t a girl, I’d have said that she’d been kidnapped.”

“Well, who’s to say that she wasn't kidnapped as well?”

Altheia looked back over her shoulder at Blythe.

“Don’t get smart with me! And don’t forget to use honorifics. I am your Senior.”

“All right,” Blythe replied through her teeth. “Why wouldn’t a girl be kidnapped, Senior Altheia?”

“Because, it’s only ever boys that go missing… Boy! Linhart! It looks like your shoulder rub is too relaxing for Ami, it’s putting her to sleep.”

Linhart looked up suddenly, guiltily. He had been getting progressively bolder with his hands. Now he was working her perky tits, squeezing them as though he expected milk to come out. The girl was still slumped over, lost in a haze of pleasure. But the girls on all sides were starting to notice what he'd been up to.

“Umm… I’m just finishing up. Blythe, isn’t there something you wanted to ask your sister?”

Blythe’s eyes were watching as his hands slipped out from inside Ami’s top. It took her a moment to realize that the attention was on her once more.

“Right. I have a request, which is approved by the Stratega herself. Could a few of you seniors accompany us to the Pit? We’re working with her on a very important project, but we need more womanpower.”

Altheia’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re working with the Stratega?” she asked suspiciously, “How are you so important in your first week at the Academy?”

Blythe smiled at her sister and chopped down hard on both sides of her neck. To the younger sister’s satisfaction, the indestructible Altheia cried out in pain.

“You’ll just have to come along to find out. Senior Altheia.”

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