Interesting Acquintances

A girl with tanned skin, blonde hair tied into a pony tail, and an academy robe with a slit that exposed the skin up to her hip, was standing right in front of him. 

Even through her robes, Gian could make out her massive breasts. 

She licked her cherry red lips once she noticed him staring. "Eyes up here," she said.

'Who's this?' he thought, searching through his memories for her. Nothing.

The girl's face slowly saddened as silent seconds passed between them. She sighed, hunting her ponytail, and rubbing the red off her lips. "Remember me now?"

Gian shook his head.

She grumbled something under her breath and grabbed his hand. "You're seat number 553, right?" she asked, leading him towards his cabin.

"As luck would have it, we're sitting buddies," she said in a cutesy tone. "I'm 554."

As she walked her thighs jiggled, exposed by the slit on her robes. Several boys on the way to their cabins were caught in a daze, and those that weren't stared at Gian as if he had taken their mothers.

"Mind your step," she said, as they stepped onto the train. 

Inside, the train was dimly lit, the walls lined with dark wood and soft brass fixtures that cast a warm, amber glow.

The section they were in didn't have many students, but he could make out a crowd moving to and fro in the distant cabins

 "This one's ours," she said, opening an ebony wood door to their left.

It led into a private cabin which held four seats, two on either side facing each other, with a small glass table between them.

The cushions were deep and worn, stitched with the academy's crest. Even as she closed the door, Gian could still hear murmurs of conversation from nearby cabins—excited, nervous, some too loud, some barely whispers.

"You can put your luggage up top," she said, taking a seat. "Unless you know a storage spell..." She turned around, staring at him expectantly.

He shook his head.

"I see." Gian noticed the disappointment in her tone.

He placed his luggage in the storage compartment before taking the seat opposite her. 'Who is she?' he thought.

'There's absolutely no memories of her.'

An awkward silence passed between the two of them. 'Well, I don't care as long as she's quiet.'

He still had a number of things to figure out about his new body.

Specifically how to cast magic. It seemed that he wasn't able to cast spells the same way he did back in Enquath. Likely because this body served a different perspective of the One-God.

He looked at her one last time before closing his eyes to concentrate.

"What?" she blurted out. "You're just going to sleep?"

Gian opened one eye, annoyed.

"Can you keep quie—" he stopped himself, realising Gian wouldn't be so rude. "I mean. I'm very tired, and we have a long journey ahead of us."

The girl fidgeted with her hair and placed a hand on her breast.

"I just thought that... since we're alone," she whispered, staring awkwardly out the window.

'What, don't tell me she has a romantic relationship with this body,' he thought. 'This might be annoying.'

He sat up straight. "I—I'm sorry. I just thought."

The girl smiled. "At least a kiss?" she asked, moving closer. Gian could feel her breath on his lips. It smelled of mint and something sweet.

'A kiss, huh?' He was willing to give her whatever she wanted if it would mean her shutting up and letting him focus.

He reached in, hesitantly just as Gian would.

Her lips were soft as marshmallows, and her tongue sweet like honey.

『A mid-level potion has been detected attempting to make changes to the candidate's psyche.』

'Huh?'

『Quarantining breach...』

Suddenly, the girl pulled back and whipped out her wand. "Enchantus succubum."

Her hair flew up wildly, and streams of pink energy lashed out from her wand into Gian's mouth.

He froze, confused. 'What's going on here?'

The girl slumped back into her seat, relaxing. Her posture —her entire demeanor— shifted. She stared out the window like some kind of delinquent.

"Fuck, I was getting tired of acting like a pick me," she said, voice gruff. She reached into her robes and pulled out a cigarette.

"What are the odds that I'd find a weak-willed idiot like you right as I got to the train station," she said, whispering a spell under her breath. A small bolt of fire zipped out of her wand, lighting her cig.

She took a puff, blowing the smoke out the window. "Be a good slave and give me your money," she said. "Wasted all of mine on that love potion," she added rolling her eyes.

Gian just stared at her.

"Is that what your tongue tasted like shit?" he asked, relaxing as well. He had grown tired of sitting so awkwardly.

She looked at him wide-eyed.

"Still, a love potion? I didn't know those existed here," he said, deep in thought. "Might be useful."

"H—How."

Just then, another student opened the door. A boy. Gian noticed his robes were different from theirs, red and white instead of blue.

"Great, I'm sitting next to false-breeds," he sighed. His luggage floated behind him. 

He squeezed between the two of them as if they were disease-ridden, before gesturing his wand to the storage compartment up top. With that, his luggage floated into place.

"Can you sit over there?" he asked in a snarky tone, staring at Gian. "I'd rather not get—" His eyes fell on the girl. 

He studied her body, as if only now noticing her. "Well, you're not so bad for a false breed, are you," he said, plopping down beside her.

Gian and the girl were still staring at each other. The girl in confusion, Gian with interest.

'If this body's memories serve correctly, only children from noble backgrounds are supposed to know spells before the academy,' he thought. 

'And a mind control spell, no less. I'll have to get her to teach me that.'

The boy began blurting on about how his father was the head of some department in the Ministry of Defense.

However, the girl didn't seem the least bit interested.

"I don't know how you did it, but no one's going to believe you anyway," she said to Gian, before turning to the other boy.

"Kiss me."

The guy side-eyed Gian, as if he had achieved some great feat. "Some of us were born blessed," he said with a smug smile, before locking lips with her. His hands went for her breasts. 

The girl pulled back instantly. "Who said you could jam your tongue down my throat!"

"Enchantus succubum."

The pink energy from her wand consumed him, and he lulled into his seat, tongue hanging out his mouth as if he were unconscious.

The girl straightened her uniform. 

"What're you looking at."

Gian nodded. 'Enchantus succubum, huh. I'll remember that,' he thought, closing his eyes. 'I'll get her to give me the love potion formula later. Shouldn't be too hard to blackmail her.'

With that, he focused on his manacore and pulled up his system.

There was shuffling in the outside world. "Your money, give me all of it."

"Yes, my queen."

A loud smack followed.

"And don't call me queen. Act natural."

Gian smiled. 'This world... I have a feeling I'll have an interesting time finishing this exam.'