The blaring chime of bells ended class without any other real issues arising. Anxious for the day to end, Jewel bounced up with the first sound of the bell. Ignoring everybody else, she turned around, took the two steps necessary to close the distance between our chairs. Laughing happily, she stretched one long leg across the desk and slid slowly down into my lap.

Wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, Jewel deeply and passionately kissed me repeatedly; oblivious to everyone staring. “Let’s finish what you started this morning,” she moaned breathlessly, once she’d unlocked her lips from mine.

“Not in here!” Gasping at her exceeding boldness, I felt like I was the pure maiden, trying to protect my chastity from an evil, horny villain!

“Why not?” Pouting, Jewel tugged her loose top up over her head and off to her right. Following its path with my eyes — unable to meet her impassioned gaze, and too embarrassed to catch anyone else’s — I watched as it lazily hit the window sill and then slowly slid outside.

“We’ll be in the room soon,” I half pleaded with Jewel as she fumbled with my belt. Kissing hard all across my neck and chest, I was certain she’d be leaving my covered with dozens of hickeys, if it wasn’t for my healing ability.

“No need,” Jewel laughed, freeing my throbbing member from my pants. Sliding up and down hard and quick upon it, she moaned while reminding me, “We’ve got waivers.”

“Uhhhhh huuuuh…” My lower brain took over my ability to argue after that, and I never even noticed as the room slowly cleared out of witnesses over the next several minutes.

As for our teacher…. She didn’t even seem to notice us as she cleaned up the room, before leaving for the day herself. I guess as a slave, she probably doesn’t have any sense of shame or propriety. As long as we didn’t interfere with her chores, we weren’t any concern of hers.

Snuggled tightly up to my arm, Jewel was skipping happily along; face aglow. Nearly an hour had passed since class ended, until we finally walked out of the classroom arm-in-arm.

“Your top went out the window,” I told her softly, not wanting to break the gentle warmth surrounding us.

“I don’t care.” Closing her eyes, she rested her head against my shoulder, trusting me to guide her as we walk. A look of pure angelic satisfaction was gently etched across her face.

Getting to the stairs, I stopped and scooped her up in my arms. Carrying her “princess style”, she laughed lightly and arched her head backwards. Long blond hair swayed freely, tips trying to kiss the floor, while her creamy pink nipples pointed freely towards the sky.

Going outside the building, I continued to carry her around the corner. Ignoring all the eyes upon us, I tried to enjoy the moment as much as Jewel obviously was. Finally stopping at my destination, I lifted my right arm, pulling her breasts up to my lips. Sucking hard on first one nipple, then the other, I finally told her, “We’re here,” as I gently sat her down on her feet.

“Here where?” Opening her eyes, Jewel blinked several times in confusion. We actually weren’t anywhere, except standing at the side of a building.

“Here outside the classroom,” I laughed. Smacking her gently on her ass, I told her, “It’s time for another trip behind the bushes.” Smirking at the memory, I took a moment to savor it, before clarifying. “Not to take anything off this time,” I laughed. “It’s so you can retrieve your shirt.”

“I don’t really need it,” Jewel shrugged. “You can always just buy me another.”

“Nope.” Pushing her gently, I firmly told her, “Get back there and grab it. We take care of our stuff.” Her father wouldn’t be around replacing stuff forever for us. I had to break her of her bad habits with stuff, before it got us into trouble later.

“Fine.” Sighing, Jewel squeezed between two shrubs and disappeared behind them. “If I get a bunch of scratches back here,” she called over, “you’re going to have to kiss them and make them better when I get out.”

“I will,” I promised her, as two burly looking young men came around the corner of the building. Dressed in elaborately fancy silks, they were heatedly in the middle of a heavy conversation.

“No way!” The blond haired pretty boy exclaimed in shock, as they got close to where I was waiting.

“Way, way!” The red-haired youth laughed excitedly, waving his hands from his head to slam them towards the ground in imitation of whatever he was talking about.

“Who was it?” The first boy asked, as they passed by me, not even looking in my direction.

“I honestly don’t know,” the second answered, “but it was awesome! Whoever she was,” he excitedly mentioned, as they walked away, “her hands were glowing green with magic when she walked on the field, grabbed Brute up by his collar, and slammed him so hard onto the ground she planted him. WHAM! BLAM! PLOOT! And the slaves had to dig him out of the ground!”

“It left a Brute-shaped impression in the field, when they got him out,” was the last thing I heard as they walked too far away for me to follow the conversation anymore.

Brute... Brute... I wracked my brain trying to think of who that was. Wasn’t that the name they called Baldy by, yesterday?

“Got it!” Waving her top triumphantly over her head, Jewel wiggled back between the shrubs to snuggle back up to my side. “I got lots of little scratches too,” she pouted, blinking her beautiful blue eyes at me.

“You poor wittle thang!” Laughing, I scooped her back up in my arms and carried her towards the room. “Try not to die on me. I’ll patch you up soon, I promise.”

“Oooohh..” Pretending to groan from the pain, Jewel slumped limp in my arms, as I carried her towards the family building.

Carrying Jewel into our team room, I gently laid her across the couch. Working down her skirt, I tossed it to the side, before untying the straps from around her lower leg, and tugging off her heeled sandals. Unable to hide my smirk, I shouted for, “Flames! Lady Jewel is injured bad. The scrubs scratched her poor titties! You need to come magic them.”

Leaving Jewel laying — pouting, as she stared up at me with eyes wide in disappointment — I walked over and stripped all my clothes off, before flopping back in my new chair. Red and Flames weren’t anywhere in sight — I assumed Red was in the kitchens doing something, and Flames was probably quickly finishing up whatever she was doing in her study or lab, preparing to come ‘fix’ Jewel — but Victoria was already sprawled naked on her couch, like usual.

“Come join me, Tori?” Patting my lap, I winked suggestively and turned my gaze suggestively towards Jewel. Embarrass me in front of a whole classroom of students; the least I can do is have some fun snuggling someone else in my lap for a bit, and make her a wee bit jealous.

“Sure! I apparently need practice anyway.” Laughing merrily, Victoria stretched up, came over, and then lowered herself back down into my lap. Ignoring the slits in the cushions for her legs, she sprawled them wide across the arm rests again, as she pushed her my man shaft deep inside her backside.

“You’re getting much better at that,” I blurted, surprised by how much easier it was for her to find and ‘impale’ herself this evening. Heck, her warm flesh even seemed to open and embrace me quite a bit easier as well. Enough so, it was a very noticeable change from yesterday. “Did you get herbed, or something.” I asked suspiciously.

“I did,” Victoria laughed. “Red suggested them last night to me.”

“Figures,” I muttered, disappointed at how quickly the girls alter themselves. Not even Victoria was immune from the practice.

“Has she told you how she got arrested earlier?” Coming into the room from the direction of her laboratory, Flames motioned towards Victoria, as she headed over to check on Jewel.

“Not arrested,” Victoria snorted. “Just detained for ‘excessive use of magic upon the practice field’, until my counselor could come sort the mess all out.”

“Wait a minute!” Remembering the conversation I’d overheard, I had to ask. “Were you the crazy chick who body slammed old Baldy so hard, you planted him into the ground?”

“That doesn’t sound like me,” Victoria laughed, stretching her neck back to nuzzle against mine. “All I did was practice an Enhanced Immobilization Technique on the practice field with Master Warrior Brute. I don’t think anyone named ‘Baldy’ was involved in any manner,” Victoria chuckled, “and I’m definitely not a ‘crazy chick’.”

Yep! My brain was screaming that she was the crazy chick the two boys were talking about. “And just why the heck did you do that?” I just had to ask.

“I was just annoyed with him for some reason,” Victoria shrugged, body visibly relaxing while I massaged and stroked freely across her front.

“Tori does that from time to time,” Jewel giggled, apparently all better after a single minor heal from Flames. “She doesn’t like to brag on herself, but she’s probably the strongest wizard born in the history of the kingdom.”

“Not yet, I’m not,” Victoria blushed, embarrassed.

“Well, you’ve got the ‘unbridled potential’ to be,” Jewel laughed. “Right now she’s only categorized as a ‘town sized catastrophe’, with the potential to grow into a ‘armageddon ranked catastrophe’ in the future.

Gently kneading a soft breast in each hand, I half laughed. “Tori?” I could hardly believe it. Sure, her magic made her a powerful brawler, but I hadn’t seen her do anything with it except buff herself. No fireballs. No earthquakes or demonic summonings. No calling down lightning from a clear sky, or pulling meteors out of orbit and dropping them on the enemy kingdom. None of the truly powerful magics of the video games from my first life.

“Yes, Tori.” Jewel was happily giggling now, watching Victoria squirm a little in embarrassment. Disinterested, Flames was heading back to the lab. Since Red was busy cooking, we weren’t technically ‘all together’, so she didn’t feel compelled to stay and socialize with us.

“When it comes to magical power, there’s a lot of wizards as powerful as Victoria,” Jewel explained. “Heck, I’m even one of them. We’re ranked ninth-circle potential, and we have the capacity to grow to the top tiers of the magic rankings — with proper study and commitment, of course.”

“Where Tori bypasses is all,” Jewel sighed, a little jealously, “is her magical recovery. If I use all my mana, it’d take me hours or longer to restore it all. Tori has what’s probably the strongest natural connection to mana in the world — apart from the gods or some other divine being — and she’d recover in just a few minutes.”

“Mana flows into me like a gentle stream,” Jewel pouted wistfully. “But it pours into her like a flood ravaged river storming relentlessly towards the ocean. Compare the way your body heals to a normal person’s,” she offered. “Then think of Victoria’s mana recovering like you do, unlike the rest of us.”

“So you’re a self-mana-healing wizard?” Staring at Victoria, I softly started caressing her body again.

“Yep.” Jewel answered for her. “And she’s a damn magical genius as well. The magic she uses, she masters until she can insta-cast it. No need for a long chant to focus the mind and shape the image. No pattern of hand movements to draw out a desired result. Just BIFF — magicked!”

“Hey! I had to work hard to learn how to insta-cast my enhancements,” Victoria injected pensively.

“Yep,” Jewel agreed. “You spent almost a whole year learning what others might spend a decade mastering. I’ll never say you don’t work hard. You work as hard as anyone — but you learn and master what you’re working on faster than everyone to boot.”

“It’s not my fault if they learn slow,” Victoria muttered defensively.

“See,” Jewel smirked, as if Victoria had just proven her point. I have to admit, part of me finds it a little hard on the nerves, knowing a minor disaster was sitting sprawled back, relaxing in my lap. Note to self: Never try and forcibly manhandle Victoria. I definitely won’t forget that one.

“Hey guys! Supper’s about ready!” Red calling out from the dining area interrupted our conversation, and signaled the start of our standard meal-bath-bed routine for the night.