Christa mostly thinks that that boy’s ability to focus on his cello is honestly pretty impressive. She certainly isn’t managing to focus on anything besides all those cute girls for very long. There’s so many of them and they’re all wearing skirts. Admittedly they’re wearing leotards underneath, but those leotards are tight. 

And Aire stays still and quiet, hoping to fade out of Christa’s thoughts entirely as she’s distracted by all the pretty women. She doesn't quite succeed, Christa still has the occasional vague thought referencing 'Aire', but she doesn't explicitly think about 'Aire' being living clothes.

The feeling of being watched may or may not follow them for the rest of the day. It's hard to tell.

But, nothing obvious comes of it, nothing unusual happens, and at the end of the day Christa and Annabelle can head home together like usual.

Aire manages to resist the urge to make them both so horny they decide to go fuck in an alleyway. It would be hot, but honestly it’s just not worth the risk.

Which means Christa is the one making most of the decisions! Mostly sanely, even! But. Aire’s body makes her at least a bit horny all the time. By the time they get back to their flat it’s been hours since her last orgasm.

As soon as their door closes, she turns to Annabelle and squeaks out, “Um. Do you. Wanna have sex again?”

Annabelle nods shyly but eagerly.

"I've been thinking about it all day."

She blushes and starts stripping out of her uniform.

Christa is mostly beyond blushing with embarrassment at this point! She can hear how much Annabelle wants her, which really helps with that. That’s not to say she isn’t blushing at all though. Just. For horny reasons instead.

Christa strips fast, nearly leaping out of her clothes. She's excited. And a little impatient, she's been looking forward to this too. But she can wait if Annabelle needs her to!

Annabelle does not need her to wait.

She giggles giddily as their nude bodies meet, and this time she isn't twisted up inside about being a deviant; that ship has already sailed, so all that's left is doing what feels good with her friend.

Probably, though, they should not push things by missing sleep two nights in a row.

This is wise! And for some reason she actually has the self-control to stop herself this time! Weird.

Actually, Aire's just hiding from what she's pretty sure is a watching telepathic presence, so she doesn't do anything foolish like ramp up her lust aura and drive them insensate with arousal. She wants to, of course, that's most of the fun of sex. But she already got to watch and participate in driving Christa to that point once today. She's satisfied enough not to take the risk.

While they sleep, she watches and waits to see if anything comes of that thing she's mostly sure she's actually sensing.

The night passes, and nothing comes of it.

Aire definitely isn't being observed by a mysterious telepathic entity on behalf of a cult or anything.

When nothing continues to come of it, she starts to think that maybe she was wrong. She’ll stay a bit less overt for the next few days until she can be sure, she thinks, but not restrict herself to taking literally no actions.

Christa is blissfully unaware of any of Aire’s suspicions! She’s just excited about getting to start in Miss Lavich’s class today!

As they walk to Library Gemini, Annabelle is actually kind of excited too.

"They really infiltrated a noble mansion? That's so crazy. What do you think you'll be doing this time? You'll tell me all about it, won't you?"

“I think they probably had permission? But yes, they did! I don’t know what we’ll be doing but I hope it’s just as interesting! And of course I’ll tell you everything I can! But maybe we will be infiltrating another noble mansion and this time they will say, “sure, you can do this, but don’t tell anyone I own six hundred erotic novels” and then I will not tell you about the erotic novels.”

Annabelle bursts into giggles and gives Christa another hug.

The two of them have another short session with the herblore witch, and then...

It's time to see Miss Lavich again.

And off she goes! Maybe a little bit blushy about her memories of yesterday. But she's new, everyone will just think she's nervous.

Well, everyone except the five of Lavich's followers who know better, who catch Christa's eye and smile.

Lavich sweeps into the room and glides to a spot by the mirrors. She also catches Christa's eye for a bare instant.

"Be welcome. If you're here, you've signed up to participate in an exercise in the art of deception and evasion. I will be your guide as you challenge your cleverness, your dexterity, your skill. Today, you shall be testing yourself against this."

With an elegant gesture, Lavich begins casting a scale-model illusion.

Christa watches closely, trying to memorize as much of the unfolding shape as she can. 

Aire, I think you're smarter than me, could you help with remembering this?

Oh sure, why not. She'll be memorizing it herself anyway, and it's not like it costs her anything.

The model that appears is about the size of a housecat, but it depicts a full-grown dragon with dark red scales. On closer examination, something is wrong with this dragon. It's body is lumpy, misshapen, and most conspicuously has wriggling tentacles poking out of its eye-sockets and no eyes. It flares its wings and silently roars.

"The scenario is thus: One of our fine nation's decorated war-mounts has been infected with unspecified tentacle worms and driven mad with lust."

The illusory model dragon shrinks, revealing its surroundings as Lavich conjures the backdrop of her scenario. A large military palace with high walls dividing it into various indoor and outdoor training yards and other facilities.

"You are delivering potions to the quartermaster here."

A small figure appears in one of the yards.

"The corrupted dragon flies over and catches your fertile scent."

The model dragon swoops over the model palace.

"Without hesitation, the beast will attempt to capture you, mate with you, and impregnate you with corrupted dragonkin."

     One of Lavich's followers giggles under her breath. "Sounds like fun."

A couple of the other students give her disgusted looks. Lavich merely shoots her a quelling smile, before continuing.

"You are challenged to avoid this fate and send the dragon on its way however you can. Your resources are yourself, your own abilities, and anything that isn't nailed down within the palace complex to which we shall travel presently. Questions?"

“Um, is this actually happening with an actual corrupted dragon or is it just a training exercise with an illusion dragon?”

She’s mostly asking because she wants to know if messing up too much might result in a quartermaster not getting potions that they need. But also a little bit because she wants to know if maybe she’ll be participating in lewd actions with a dragon if she fails.

"We'll be borrowing a Dragoon-trainee and his young but very well-behaved dragon. The corruption will be an illusion. The dragon will be playing pretend."

Well, mostly pretend. Even entirely sane and untainted dragons still get horny and still find human girls appealing sometimes. And Lavich happens to have discovered that this dragon's rider has trouble arranging for his dragon to have an outlet. It'll be a fun challenge, covering it up should an 'accident' occur.

Christa nods determinedly. She will do her best!

Her immediate first plan is to find something relatively impenetrable to air to block her scent and try to stick close to places where she can run through doors too small for the dragon to enter. Sticking inside the entire time besides the part where she delivers the potions would be best, but since that’s so obvious probably there’s something about the route they have to take preventing that.

Or the dragon is fast enough, has good enough senses, and the yard is big enough that she won’t be able to solve the problem just by running very fast with a mostly-blocked scent and staying inside the rest of the time.

It’s that second one, isn’t it.

While certain cute little whores are pondering things, Lavich fields a couple more questions from her other students.

     "Are we delivering real potions?"

"No."

     "Can we hide before the dragon gets there?"

"The scenario is such that the dragon arrives without warning. It is a surprise rape-dragon. Not a planned rape-dragon. As such I will be assigning your start locations, and preparing the environment in advance will not be allowed."