Chapter 44: Chapter 44

Raven

Raven hadn’t seen the crack of dawn since her days on the ship. The strange, transparent outfit she was forced to wear was itchy as hell, and her head pounded like a drum. Captain Oito had to practically drag her to the bath, then to class.

After her second attempt to sneak away, he decided to stand guard next to her chair. She took advantage of his presence, leaning against his leg and using his cloak as a makeshift blanket.

He wasn’t thrilled about it, but the alternative was chasing her around the palace. Every now and then, she’d wake up and tease him about his outfit, but it was a lost cause.

Her jokes about his flamboyant wizard attire only left him puzzled. Then, he’d nod proudly, adjust his cloak, and she’d feel like she was just encouraging him.

“Does anyone know the proper riding techniques?” the teacher asked.

Raven wished the woman would lower her voice. She was loud enough to give Jaji a run for her money.

“Let’s give someone else a try. Zero.”

Captain Oito’s leg started bouncing, making her headache worse. She shot him a glare, and he gestured towards the front.

“Raven. My name is Raven.”

“It’s whatever your superior says it is. Do you know the answer?”

“It depends on the guy, but you start with the legs and hips. You can ride facing forward, backward, sideways, or even do a split.”

The room erupted in giggles. Raven looked around, confused about what was so funny.

“And that’s what happens when you ask the class drunk,” a female student called out.

From what Raven could tell, she was the class’s top student.

Raven burped, trying to keep the alcohol down. “That’s why I didn’t raise my hand. Why don’t you show me how it’s done?”

The teacher beckoned the girl to the front, and she sauntered up to the practice dummy. The teacher started the music.

Her movements were awkward and stiff. Her moaning was as bad as a porn star who hadn’t been paid. Raven doubled over in laughter. Captain Oito nudged her.

“If you’re so much better, then why don’t you try?” the girl said, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Raven got up and made her way to the front. She straddled the dummy, but it was cold and hard. How was anyone supposed to pretend with this thing? The music started, and she moved with little enthusiasm.

“Great technique, but your face is expressionless, and you’re as quiet as a tomb,” the teacher said.

“I need a live body, or this is the best you’ll get,” Raven said.

Even when she trained on Earth for the espionage classes, they’d fuck each other or whoever was around.

The teacher sighed, then her face lit up. “Captain, do you mind?”

Raven’s body tensed. “What?”

“Afraid your technique isn’t that great,” the girl called out, earning another round of laughter.

“For educational purposes, I don’t,” he said, lying down on the other cot, fully clothed.

“You only have two days left to get ready. Captain Oito is willing to partner. Let's see it again, but with more expression and feeling,” she said, snapping her fingers.

Raven's heart pounded as she straddled him. Why did they have to be identical? She’d drunk too much last night; she could tell her scent was peaking out. She couldn't control it.

He gave her a look she couldn't decipher and shifted under her. The music played, and his warm, firm body between her thighs sent a shiver up her spine.

Her hands traced up the length of his torso.

~Always start coy to test the waters.~

“I'm sorry, I don't do this often,” Raven said, batting her lashes.

She gave him a slight squeeze with her thighs and rotated her hips over his crotch.

“Whores like you? I doubt that. Less talk and move that ass,” he said, giving her a quick slap on the butt.

She squeaked and glared at him. Raven lifted and eased down slowly as she did. She let out a quiet, shaky moan.

“Give me a second,” she said, gripping his shirt.

Once she was fully seated, she started at a slow pace, making sure to tap his manhood on every downstroke. Soon, her breathing quickened, and she ground herself into him, picking up speed.

His hands tightened on her hips, and his brows furrowed together. He looked just like Dhol, even like this. Raven had hoped he wouldn't.

She pressed down harder on his chest and bounced harder, increasing her volume. She reached back and used his knee as leverage and arched her back to give him a good view of her breasts and stomach.

A quiet slapping sound from their bodies echoed through the room, and a hardness pressed against her. He grabbed her lower back and flipped their position.

His stupid cape fluttered around them, and she rolled her eyes. Raven didn't miss a beat and clenched his shirt. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met him stroke for stroke,

secretly wishing he would penetrate her.

One of his hands slid under her skirt, and he tugged her thong down, ripping them free in the process. The cold air blew, cooling her hot, soaked pussy.

She gasped. “What the—”

“I thought you wanted to be Daddy’s little whore,” he whispered, working his finger into her tight hole.

Her eyes widened, and he pressed himself deeper. A deep moan vibrated in her throat; that pressure started to build at a rapid pace.

He made a subtle curling motion with his finger that she doubted the teacher saw. She couldn't stop it and shivered hard under him. He gave a deep sigh with a satisfied smirk and stood promptly.

A wave of shame washed over her as she tried to find her discarded underwear, but they were nowhere.

He leaned close to her ear. “I see you’ve met my brother. I find it hard to believe he’d allow such lewd behavior even behind closed doors.”

“I wouldn’t know what he allows.”

If she could blush, she would. She’d never done anything like that…

Well, maybe that first night when she, Arenk, and Laro shared their first night. She cringed at the memory of her riding Arenk’s fingers, thinking it was him pumping them into her.

They were more dominant when they were together, at least in the bedroom.

The teacher began to applaud. “Great job! This is the kind of quick thinking you all need to master. You can’t predict a client’s actions, so you need to be prepared to think on your feet,” she instructed.

She turned to Raven. “I was concerned when you didn’t show up earlier, but I’m confident now that you’re ready to graduate. You might even be able to bypass secondary school. Just make sure you’re familiar with the rules and the client list,” she advised.

Once Captain Oito had left the room, the teacher leaned in closer to Raven and whispered, “Meet me after class. I’d like to see that split ride technique of yours. I’ll sign your form so you can join your dorm mates at the secondary school.”

Raven responded with a small, appreciative smile and a nod.