In the northern region of the Sharshar Kingdom, a border area with the Northern Verbald Kingdom, the Bridgehead Main Camp bustled with activity.
Students from the southern region had arrived safely with merchant caravans. Or at least, that’s what one would like to believe. The activities on a long carriage journey were generally the same: sexual encounters with the opposite sex. Almost immediately upon arrival, several of the female students were forced to go to the hygiene and medical tents.
“Ooooh… ♡! … Aha ♡♪ It moved ♡”
Anyone could see the dire situation. Nymphs and pregnant women with bulging bellies. The babies couldn’t have grown that much in just a few weeks of travel. It was clear they had been active for months. The male students exchanged comments, pointing fingers while ignoring their own actions: “The ones who got them pregnant are the worst, aren’t they? ”
Then, the next topic of conversation was the decrease in the number of girls. This meant fewer opportunities for enjoyment during breaks between classes or free time. The male students wanted to experience the bodies of girls from other regions. Some students were more interested in their hobbies than in carnal desires.
Murmurs and whispers filled the air.
“What are we going to do?”
“Don’t ask me.”
The male students, whose appearances didn’t earn them any attention from the girls, were certainly going to miss out on sexual activity. They huddled together, trying to brainstorm ideas. However, having been so engrossed in sex, they had neglected their studies and couldn’t come up with any good solutions.
“Ah, I ♥ Iiiiii ♥ ♥”
The lewd moans of the girls made them feel even more pathetic, their dicks erect even though they couldn’t have anyone.
“Peeeee, Peeeee, Peeeeeeeee ♪!”
The whistle signaling the start of classes.
They shuffled along, in large numbers.
The boys put on their clothes, while the girls cleaned themselves up to prevent semen from leaking out of their vaginas before getting dressed. The teachers allowed for the female students’ slight tardiness.
Two Days Later.
The male students who had been left out, unable to have sex, went on a rampage. They attempted to rape the pregnant girls, who were under strict bed rest. They were all apprehended by the guards and reinforcements.
“Even with all that pent-up… *sigh*…”
The teacher was also a man. He understood their struggle. “But… pregnant women are off-limits. Not unless a doctor gives them the go-ahead. Forcible assault is unacceptable.”
“………………….”
“What’s your answer? If you don’t answer, you’ll be thrown in jail…”
“Yes! I understand! I won’t do it again! I’m sorry!”
Being thrown in jail would incur their parents’ wrath.
The apprehended male students, after being warned by the teacher never to do it again, were released and returned to their tents by groups.
“……”
The teacher, realizing he had stumbled again, and with the conviction that he was a man just like them, discussed countermeasures with the other teachers.
Then, during a break the next day.
“McGillis. Is McGillis here?”
“Hm? Yes, teacher. I’m here.”
While chatting with his subordinates about what kind of play they would have with their partners that night, the teacher approached McGillis with a request.
“So that was the commotion last night.”
“I’m asking you, McGillis, from a fellow student’s perspective, and also other male students who are leaders. Please help me.”
“Yes, teacher.”
If they had not only good test scores but also good internal grades, graduation would be no problem. However, they wouldn’t be taking the graduation exam. After all, they wanted to experience the young women of their student days! Graduation could happen anytime, but the women of their student days were only available for a limited time. They were precious, numbering in the hundreds each year. Nationally, it was less than one percent. Truly like hidden gold and silver treasures in the mountains.
Well then, McGillis discussed the teacher’s request with his subordinates. The plan was to monitor the male students who had gone wild due to sheer numbers.
“Lord McGillis.”
“Monitoring alone won’t solve the problem.”
“Um…”
” ” ” “What is it?” ” ” ”
One of his subordinates proposed an idea. They could hold a great orgy for the rampaging male students as well, and by releasing their pent-up sexual energy, the problem would be solved.
“That sounds like a good idea.”
“We’d be the ones to be put on hold.”
“Well, if it can be settled tonight and tomorrow night, that should be fine.”
While it was true that they wouldn’t be able to have women for themselves, perhaps it was wrong to insist on his own desires when his subordinates could get better grades. The women of their student days. They were already adult women, but as long as they were attending school, they were female students.
Night.
By including some of the rampaging male students in a great orgy, they could release their sexual energy. From the next day onwards, more and more participants joined, saying, “Me too!” “Me too!”
“Ask other groups for help! ?”
Boo! Woo!
A chorus of boos erupted, with complaints that the girls from other groups were low-level. “Hey, hey. Are they really that low-level?” McGillis couldn’t help but go to embrace girls from other groups. Negotiating with the boys of those groups was easy. They drafted a contract stating that if they were allowed to embrace the girls, they would get to embrace the princesses on the dais once they returned to the Royal Capital.
“Aha ha, Aha~~n ♡ So thick, so hard ♡”
“I see. They come easily. I haven’t even ejaculated or had pre-ejaculate yet.” Indeed, he could understand why they might call them low-level… “Be grateful you can have women at all. It’s too much to ask for them to be discerning.”
One day, as this daily routine continued, enemy agents infiltrated the front-line soldiers unnoticed and set fire to two locations where supplies were piled high. The guards had their throats slit. Assuming the agents were from the dark underbelly of the enemy country, the long-term expeditionary classes shifted from observation and report writing to trench digging.
*Shoveling sounds.*
The battlefield companion, the shovel. During breaks, they would intertwine like octopi mating within the trenches they dug. It was muggy. Many collapsed from dehydration and heatstroke. Cries for medics and rescue teams could be heard. The nights were cool, providing an excellent environment for embracing. Daytime required patience and endurance. At night, they released the sexual urges they had suppressed.
“Getting dirty with soil is quite novel, isn’t it ♪”
“It really is ♪”
“Mud packs are good for the skin, aren’t they ♪”
Bwahahahaha, Ahahahahaha ♪♪
McGillis, unable to bear being constantly defeated by the Verbald Kingdom, transformed into a soldier the day after he and his subordinates laughed from the bottom of their hearts, and headed to the front lines.
