UWS: 1.11 - Choices

The dorm room was dimly lit, The faint glow of the blue magical lamps casting light in the darkened room. There was a faint trail of sweat, in the room, the girls planned on taking turns in the bathtub. Calia would prefer they rather just all wash in one big tub. But that was just her perverted preference,

She lounged on her bed, gazing at the roof, her eyes lidded, but focused on waiting. She looked at her two roommates from Classroom B, Yana and Sylphia. She had something she wanted to ask them.

“Yana, Sylphia?” She called out. 

“We’re listening,” they said. Her eyes lodged to an odd piece of parchment. Written in whatever elvish text. 

“I’m not,” Yana remarked. 

She’s really cheeky, isn’t she? Especially to Calia, which to be fair, was justified, she had loosened morals, and Yana had seen through from the start.

“Do you guys have an idea what classes you plan on taking?” she purred softly. 

Yana shrugs with her usual arrogance. “It honestly doesn’t matter which you take during these two years unless there’s a particular career path you're looking for such as the military.”

“You said you wanted to be a [sage], that’s a tall order,” Calia said. 

“Yes, but…I know what to expect, I know how many years it will take, but most of all I know I have the confidence to pull it off. Which is why I’ll be attending Primordial and Arcane Spellcraft, Runecrafting, and Glyph Magic classes, it’ll aid me on my journey.” she closed her book, and put her glasses down for once, her face was cute with and without it.

Though there was a small ring around her eyes. Lack of sleep perhaps. “And, honestly, what do you care what I do?”

“Just curious, Yan-Yan.” Calia, said, she needed to know. She wanted to make the best choice.

“Ew.” she scratched her face. “Don’t call me that. By the way, do you have a plan, come to speak of it, you’re an unknown factor, what are your strong suits what are you capable of Calia.”

“Not much,” she hesitates. 

“Oh, don’t be modest,” Sylphia said with a small smirk. “You got a little special condition don’t you?”

Yana raised her brow, intrigued. “Condition?”

Calia gave Sylphia a burrowed frown. Did she really have to blurt it out? 

“Do not worry Calia, Yana can be trusted.”

She sighed. “ I have [Lilith’s kiss] had it since, I could remember.” Yana scooted away, Calia was afraid of such a reaction. “Don’t worry I have it under control, only a few people are supposed to know, but Piper has a loud mouth and Sylphia thinks you’re trustworthy.”

Yana crossed her arms. “I do hold my word but not with cretins and degenerates. You have yet to prove yourself that at least explains, Why you act so strangely, still is this the reason you brought up this topic.”

“No.” she winced. “I ask because I’m in a predicament. “I’m being forced to marry the youngest of the Argentum sons,” 

Yana tensed, “Aren’t they your brothers?!”

No, not that such things weren't unheard of.

Calia shook her head. “No! I’m adopted from one of the black families, the purged ones. I have to be very selective with whom I say such things.”

“You’re a black orphan, from one of the older noble families, gone kaput?” she asked for confirmation. 

Calia nodded. 

Both of them looked on the edge.“Ok then, it’s not so strange,” Yana said. “Most of the noble women who come here plan to participate in some political marriage.  It’s a good thing my father isn't in with such traditions, I feel bad for you but you’re not a special cookie. Lots of black orphans since the civil war got absorbed into more powerful families.”

“I don’t want it,” she burst out. “I’m looking for a way out, but I’m afraid my adoptive mother might retaliate.”

Yana nodded.”Then may, I suggest either the university or the academy, working for the state would make you immune to any such political manners, outright annulling the marriage.”

“I doubt Calia would be fearful. If it was that simple, the argentums are known for their military prowess, no,” Sylphia said. “So make some friends from a family with equal standing, get locked in, betrothed on your own terms, or get sworn in, and they should back off.”

“I don’t know. I-I don’t want to be in the middle of a political playing field.”  Calia shook her head. What about you, Sylphia, what do you wish to accomplish here?”

Sylphia interjected. “Magical Ethics and Diplomacy. It’s all I’ll take. It’s the reason I came here as a foreign exchange student and as a gesture to increase ties between our nations. I did not come to study magic, The teachers know this, still I will partake. ”

“Lame,” Yana said.

Calia hesitated, her fingers trailing along her veins, she tapped it directly making it pulse faintly with magic. “Can you tell us about Lyosalheim?” she said, eager to know but shy to ask... 

Sylphia shook her head. “I’m forbidden by the particular contract established by my government and yours to speak anything about my home.”

“So in a sense, you’re like an agent here, at least a diplomatic one, how old are you really Sylphia?” Calia asked...

Yana tensed. Looking away. Sylphia lost her golden smile, her face became stale and stoic. 

Oops, I may have opened a can of worms.

“Anyway, what did you have in mind, Calia!” Yana did her best to ease the situation. “You’re class choices I mean…are you good at a particular magic skill?” she made an awkward giggle. 

Never ask an elf her age I guess.

“I don’t know, another reason I’m asking besides forced marriage to a pig,” they grunted at the last statement. “What would be beneficial to me, I only know [mana sense] strictly speaking, practicing magic was forbidden in the Argentum estate.

Yana blurts. “Bullshit missy. Sensing energy is an advanced skill, I know Sylphia can but you…. pfft.”

“She’s not lying Yana, I’m guessing her underlying condition played a role in its part. It does come with "extra mana" if what I heard is right.”

Calia choked.

Her mind drifted off instinctively, she stared at the speaker. Elves had very long lives and practically didn’t age until their deathbed was in reach. She could imagine it, the amount of sex she could have men and women alike, a century of debauchery and erotism. 

Calia blushes. Yana took note of it. “Why the fuck are you blushing? Are you being turned on right now you weirdo?”

“N-no of course, not what you take me for me, Yana,” Calia pouted. “You’re so rude, it’s unbefitting of a Noblewoman.”

If only Yana knew they had partial sex. She would be livid. Still, she had to make sure they keep their mouth shut, she didn’t want people to conflate Lilith's kiss with everyone’s whore.

Piper like a wild trained horse burst into the room, steam chilling off her body. Her towel barely clings to her as she announces her studying plan.

You guys are boring, I plan on taking Magical Artifice, Crafting, Runecrafting, and Glyph Magic.

All of them collectively said. “No!” 

Yana spoke up. “No offense Piper, but with your clumsiness, you’ll burn the Academy down before you run out of energy.”

“That’s what you think, But I got already planned out, I’m going to make my own Golem!”

She posed dramatically and her towel fell off. Revealing her perky breasts, and her tight, tight, crotch. 

Calia’s gaze lingered with hunger. She became aroused. It was intrusive, like an unforeseeable cramp. She clenched her thighs but refused to look away. 

Yana was the only one who minded. 

“You lech, come here.”

Yana explodes, grabbing a belt from near her bed, she chases Piper into the bathroom who starts yelping and dashing up and down. 

“Wait, It was an accident, I’m not perverted I swear.”

“It seems like none of you three understands boundaries, I’ll have to instill fear into you.” The belt started loosening and started whipping. 

“Ah! That hurts.”

Whip!

“Not on my butt!”

“Repent sinner!”

Calia struggled to compose herself, lips curling wickedly, it was hot. She wanted to partake in it, but Yana wouldn’t approve. 

Hmmm, the things I could do with a belt and a rope.

Sylphia notices her struggle. She flicked her tongue between her fingers.

“If you want to go for round two, just say the word.”

Calia shakes her head sharply, she needed to focus, the tension in her body coiling tighter.

“No,” Calia leans in, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper: “I need a favor for tonight though.”

Sylphia’s grin widens, her eyes gleaming with intrigue: “I’m listening.”

Calia’s gaze is sharp. “I need a lookout.”