The main cafeteria of the Royal Academy is truly large. The girls guided me to go up to the second floor.
The architecture of the school cafeteria features large, transparent windows, allowing natural light to flood in, leaving no shadowed areas in the cafeteria.
The second floor has the same design as the first floor but with a more open space and various terraces.
Unlike the Student Council cafeteria to the north of the school, here there are waitresses who attend to the students, take orders, and serve the food. And to my surprise, there are a couple of male waiters as well.
While we were eating, a colorful and slightly translucent sparrow flew in from outside, flew toward me, and dropped a letter into my hands.
"So that's how letters are delivered…"
I looked at the small, colorful sparrow, which began to fade away after delivering the letter.
"Jee~ if a girl writes to you so soon after parting ways after asking for your letter name, it means she's desperate…"
"Huh? Is that so, Xifia?"
I asked while opening the letter.
"Then why do you have a sheet of parchment and your pen?"
Dianeira asked beside me.
"It's homework!"
Xifia defended herself.
"YOO, but it says 'Deliver to Vremya' at the bottom…"
"You! Magen! It's rude to look at other people's letters!"
"YOO, hahahahaha!"
"Grrrr"
"...And send."
Tikshna, on the other side of me, murmured aloud.
Then a small glow came from the black and white pen in her hand, and a small sparrow appeared, picked up a folded letter from Tikshna's hand, and flew away.
But the sparrow only circled the table once before dropping the letter into my hands…
Then everyone turned to look at Tikshna beside me…
"...Eeeehh! ~ It's just so Vremya has my letter name… for when he buys his letter feather…"
Tikshna lowered her gaze, embarrassed, and began playing with her fingers.
"Tsssk, she beat me to second place, no matter, third place is mine…"
"Send."
Kara, who was next to Tikshna, also conjured a sparrow and sent a letter she had in her hand.
Like the previous sparrow, it was summoned from a very deep black pen, and the sparrow seemed like a shadow with a violet aura.
It circled the table and dropped the black and purple parchment letter into my hands.
"YOOAHAHAHAHAHA… you got beaten to third place, Xifia…"
Magen started laughing as she saw the darkened look on her childhood friend's face.
After that, Xifia seemed to be the fourth person to send me a letter, followed by Dianeira and Magen.
Then they also wrote a letter to Destan so he could have their letter names as well. According to Xifia, there's a school supply store where they sell these Letter Name Feathers.
So, I added to my agenda to visit the store and buy one of these feather.
Lunchtime was half an hour (in this world), so there's still some time left before heading to training field number twelve.
Although it was decided we'd go together to what I call the -school stationery store-, suddenly, I felt the need to go to the restroom.
So, I told them to go ahead, and I'd catch up in a moment. Although they wanted to accompany me, it's not like I'd get lost or anything.
The restrooms, after all, are right next to the cafeteria. And as I approached the restrooms, I saw a familiar figure.
"Major Ingrid, hello!" Although I greeted Ingrid with the most normal smile I could muster, my eyes couldn't help but glance down at the lower part of her abdomen…
But Ingrid was carrying a backpack with both hands, so I could only sigh in relief, though with a hint of disappointment…
"Mm!" Ingrid was surprised by my greeting, only giving me a nod, but she seemed a bit nervous.
"Is something wrong, Major Ingrid? Is there anything I can help you with?"
I approached Ingrid; it seemed like she was looking for something, but glancing around, there was nothing on the floor in plain sight.
"Help? Yes…"
Ingrid, as if remembering something, took my hand and led me toward the restroom next to her, and we entered.
For a moment, I got nervous since this isn't the restroom I'm supposed to enter, but there was no one inside.
Then, Ingrid, without letting go of my hand, guided me to the last private stall in the restroom, and we entered, with her closing the door behind me.
I felt a sense of déjà vu…
"If you needed a private place to talk…"
"...I can't stop thinking about yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
Ingrid turned around and faced me, this time not blocking her backpack.
Ingrid was wearing the same silver half-armor as yesterday. Something similar to Nerissa's, but with different details, as if they had their own special designs.
Nerissa's has her own naval style. Her armor covers her abdomen with a silver belt, she wears silver metal boots up to her knees, and a white pleated skirt. On the upper part, she has a Wonder Woman-style design, with a neckline in the armor, small shoulder pads, and silver arm guards.
Nerissa also wore an iconic white cape with shoulder pads, straight out of a vice-admiral's uniform, if this were the pirate world.
Her armor design seemed more suited for commanding without moving, which is why the defense was more focused on the lower part of her body, while the upper part was freer.
In contrast, Ingrid is the complete opposite. She wears white leather boots up to her knees, a full dress with a miniskirt, creating an absolute space. On the upper part of her body, she has armor that starts from a collar protecting her neck, attached to shoulder pads that extend down to her hands, and a breastplate that covers only halfway down her chest, but on the sides and back, it forms another metallic skirt.
Her design is for more mobility in her legs, specifically created for agile warriors who have defense focused on the upper body.
Unlike Nerissa, Ingrid wears a protective headband.
All of this makes me think that Nerissa fights with a two-handed weapon, while Ingrid uses a one-handed weapon, or maybe two one-handed weapons.
Dianeira's armor is all leather, which is lighter and gives her more freedom of movement since she uses a bow and arrows. But Magen, Xifia, and Tikshna, who are melee warriors, also wear leather, so I'm not sure…
But now, in Ingrid's short white dress, the lower part of the dress was lifted, as if there were a long, thick tube there…
"...What you can't stop thinking about is what we did yesterday, right?"
"Mm!"
Ingrid's poker face was blushing. But there was a glint deep in her golden eyes.
"And why didn't you take care of it yourself?"
"I don't know how…"
Ingrid looked away, but something told me she was lying!
"...And so?"
"Help me."
"Me?"
"You said."
I think I just fell into a trap, but. Did Ingrid know I was in this cafeteria and that I was coming to the restroom, or not?
"Alright… sit on the toilet…"
Ingrid sat down gently, her miniskirt riding up further due to the position, and the absolute space grew.
This caused what was hidden, barely, under her dress, to come out in all its glory.
Without thinking, I knelt on the floor, Ingrid opened her knees, and let me stay between them.
My hands went straight to hold it.
This reminded me of yesterday when I held it, its heat and hardness made me lick my lips and swallow some saliva.
My heart also started racing, and my breathing became heavier and deeper, making me inhale her scent.
It smelled so sweet and special, a strange feeling ran through my body.
When I held Ingrid's tool in my hands, she let out a soft moan, which made me shiver but also gave me a sense of happiness.
"Tell me if I hurt you…"
"Mm! ...Mmmmm"
Gently, I started moving my hands softly along her shaft, knowing there was no cream or oil, so I could only do it this way without hurting her or scraping her skin.
But from the tip, there were already drops of lubrication from the start. With my fingers, I collected these drops to moisten my hands and her shaft.
"So your dress doesn't get stained…" I took the lower part of Ingrid's dress and tucked it into part of her armor.
This gave me a better view of her body. Although yesterday I held her virile member in my hands, and last night I lost my virginity to Sera, I never had the chance to see their bodies in detail and calmly.
But now I could see the milky white skin of Ingrid's abdomen and tool. There was no change in tone between different parts of her body.
Ingrid's abdomen was firm, and you could see her strong muscles beneath her skin. But despite that, she didn't look muscular. You could barely see the so-called -sixpack-.
Her legs were also firm, her thighs were white and smooth, and despite her pale skin, there were no visible veins or arteries.
Noticing my gaze, Ingrid started breathing faster and looked me firmly in the eyes. On the shaft of her member, I noticed it was getting harder, and the beats of her heart grew stronger.
Her natural lubrication was already abundant at this point, and my hands could move smoothly along her shaft.
What I also noticed is that there are no balls…
Out of curiosity, I moved her shaft from side to side, also giving her more pleasure, but so I could see underneath.
Then I saw that beyond the end of the shaft, there was a tender and delicate opening, glistening with moisture.
The scent was the same as the tip of her shaft, which somehow made me feel more at ease and relaxed.
Knowing she's a woman removed some thoughts.
Reaching further with my fingers, I touched her lips and collected more honey-like liquid, my touches made Ingrid move and jump.
"AHHNN~"
"Does it feel good?"
"MM!"
"Were you expecting this?"
"MM!"
"Were you looking for me to bring me to the restroom and help you with your hard wood, right?"
"MM! MM! Nmmmmm~"
"Ehhh~ Naughty girl, you've been thinking all morning about me doing this to you again."
"Nngmm~"
I think I'm starting to like this kind of talk. Somehow, having Ingrid in my hands gives me a certain psychological pleasure.
I'm also learning about my own body. Seeing and smelling the scent coming from the most hidden part of Ingrid makes my own little brother react.
But having her shaft in my hands, breathing in the scent coming from it, its heat, its pulse, gives me small shocks down my spine, and I feel my backdoor filling with water.
My body, it seems, has two ways of entering combat, depending on the opponent or my own position…
Ingrid's member started pulsing more strongly, becoming harder and firmer. I felt it had grown a few millimeters wider.
The head of her shaft went from pink to red.
"Are you reaching your limit?" I gave Ingrid a fixed look. I also licked my lips again, but that was unconsciously.
Ingrid's body stiffened and began to spasm, leaning forward, she placed her hands on my shoulders.
Having her so close, I instinctively looked up, and Ingrid, seeing my lips, kissed them.
I don't know if this is Ingrid's first kiss, but it's very clumsy. She just placed her lips on mine. Sera knew what to do… maybe because of her friend's bad teachings.
After a second of not noticing Ingrid doing anything with her mouth, I took the initiative. I sucked on her lips, and when she reacted to the caresses, she opened her mouth wider, allowing me to slip my tongue in and caress hers.
Just three seconds of a kiss like that made Ingrid's body tremble heavily, and she lifted her head, letting out a moan.
"AHHNMMMM~"
Her member grew to its maximum, and I felt how its pulsing movement changed, disconnecting from her heartbeat.
When I felt my lips free and the movement of her shaft in the palms of my hands, I knew it was coming.
But without thinking, I bent down further and closed my lips around the head of Ingrid's shaft.
Ingrid's hands instantly went to my head, pushing me further toward her. Her entire glans entered my mouth, which I opened, using my tongue to avoid hurting her with my teeth.
Then I felt the shot of her liquid going straight down my throat.
"Mmmmmm~!"
"AHHHNMMMM Vremi~~"
One, two, three, four, five, ten, twelve strong shots I could count, forgetting the weaker ones at the end…
I managed to swallow everything she gave me, and I don't know if I should feel proud for not spilling anything…
"Ahhf~ Ahhf~ ahf~ ahf~…"
Ingrid's breathing began to calm down, listening to the sounds coming from her mouth.
Her hands released my head, allowing me to pull back and remove the glans from her member.
I felt a bit of pain in my jaw from having to open my mouth so wide. Despite having just ejaculated, her tool still looked big, and now that I see it more calmly, it's truly very large, both in length and width.
Now I can see how it's shrinking, the veins around the shaft are disappearing, and it's taking on a cute and tender shape, as if it weren't dangerous or destructive at all.
I know Ingrid managed to hold back. I could feel the strength of her hands on my head, but she didn't push me too hard. She easily could have pushed me to try and take her entire member, but she held back.
That gives me a lot of peace of mind, knowing she's not a girl who gets lost in her own pleasure to the point of hurting her partner.
I ran my tongue over my lips one last time to swallow every trace of her, and on her member, only my saliva remained. In the end, I managed to squeeze everything out so nothing escaped.
Again, I don't know if I should feel proud about that…
"How do you feel?"
"Good… thank you."
"I'm glad to help…" I gave a smile to Ingrid, who seemed to be in a blissful state…
"...Did you… swallow it?"
"Huh? You mean, that? Yes, it's fine, I wanted to, and… it tastes really good, hehe~…" I tried to give her my best face so she wouldn't feel bad or think I was forced. And it's not like I lied…
"...Sorry, you didn't have to…"
"I told you I wanted to, I don't know, I just wanted to, and it tastes good…"
"Thank you… I'll make it up to you!" Ingrid looked at me with affection, finally showing emotion on her poker face.
Compensation… I remembered Nerissa…
"You can take me out this weekend…" I looked at Ingrid, almost giving her a puppy-dog look. I really want to go out and explore this city where I've lived for almost fifteen years but have never really explored!
"Go out, date, okay!" Ingrid, after thinking about it, said.
"Alright, by the way, take out your letter pen!" After kneeling between Ingrid's knees, I think it's time to stand up, but not without first fixing Ingrid's clothes, so I took her dress and pulled it down.
By the way, now that I see, Ingrid isn't wearing any underwear… was she really looking for me for this?
It seems Ingrid noticed my gaze, and her face turned even pinker than it already was in her blissful state. Then, she took her backpack and pulled out a beautiful white pen with golden sparkles.
I placed my palm over the pen and said my name.
"So, when you want to make a date with me, you don't have to look for me, just send me a letter, okay?"
"Yes..."