Arthur locked the dorm door with a heavy click and leaned his forehead against the wood for a long second.

Silence.

Then— "...I think I’m transferring academies," Althea muttered weakly from somewhere inside the room.

Luna’s hysterical laughter echoed from the hallway, fading further into the distance. Kaela’s loud voice followed right after it. "WAIT, ASK HIM HOW LONG THEY LASTED—" "KAELA, STOP SCREAMING!"

Their voices slowly disappeared down the corridor.

Arthur rubbed his face tiredly. Peace at last.

Unfortunately, the moment he turned around, he realized the situation inside his room was a literal biohazard. The dorm looked like a battlefield after a degenerate natural disaster.

A chair was snapped completely in half. Ruined, cum-stained sheets were tangled at the foot of the mattress. Shredded lace panties and discarded armor were scattered everywhere. One side of the heavy oak bedframe was visibly cracked from when Althea decided her knightly "competitive spirit" meant she needed to violently reverse-cowgirl him at two in the morning.

In the center of the wreckage, Alicia calmly stepped over a pile of destroyed fabric. She sat at the edge of the bed with far too much elegance for a woman wearing nothing but his oversized black shirt. The hem barely covered her pale, round ass, and every time she moved, he got a clear view of her swollen, wet pussy.

Eveline was completely buried beneath the blanket, hiding like she intended to remain there until graduation. Althea had collapsed face-first into a pillow, her muscular, bare ass sticking up in the air, her pink slit still lazily dripping a mixture of their fluids onto the mattress.

Sol floated near the ceiling in her tiny fairy form, sipping from a delicate teacup she absolutely did not need.

"I think the wolf girl is mentally traumatized," the fairy observed calmly.

"She’ll survive."

"Will she?" Sol smirked, glancing at the deep claw marks Kaela had left on the outside of the door.

Arthur sighed, his gaze drifting back to Alicia. His eyes instinctively dragged down her long, bare legs, lingering on the dark shadow between her thighs where her sweet nectar was still slicking her folds.

Alicia caught him instantly. The Saintess raised a haughty eyebrow. "You’re staring."

"You’re wearing my shirt," Arthur replied flatly. "And you aren’t wearing panties. I can literally see your pussy flashing every time you breathe."

"And?"

"And it’s distracting."

"That sounds like a personal problem," Alicia smirked, leaning back on her hands. The movement pulled the collar of the shirt tight, perfectly outlining the heavy, bouncing weight of her massive breasts beneath the fabric.

Honestly, she’d gotten dangerously comfortable with his degeneracy. Before, Alicia would get flustered when he pushed her boundaries. Now? She had adapted frighteningly fast. She didn’t just take his dominance; she matched it.

Alicia’s blue eyes slowly trailed down Arthur’s naked torso, landing squarely on his groin. Despite the hours of relentless, violent fucking, his thick cock hadn’t even fully softened. It hung heavy and semi-erect, slick with dried juices, twitching slightly against his thigh.

Alicia let out a breathy, incredulous laugh. "Look at that. Three of us completely broken and leaking, and your cock is still ready to go. I seriously miscalculated last night." She shook her head in amusement. "We are definitely going to need more sisters to contain that monster of yours."

"Keep talking like that, and I’ll drag you back onto the mattress right now," Arthur warned, taking a step forward.

Eveline finally peeked out from beneath the blanket. Her face was flushed bright red, and her massive, bare tits spilled out over the edge of the sheets. She looked utterly exhausted, her soul still trying to re-enter her body.

"...Did they leave?" the second Saintess whispered.

"For now," Arthur replied.

Eveline looked genuinely relieved. She tried to sit up, but immediately let out a pained groan, her trembling arms giving out. Alicia glanced at her, sighing softly.

"You overdid it, Eveline."

"T-That’s not my fault..." Eveline muttered weakly, her watery blue eyes looking away.

Althea’s muffled voice came from the pillow. "You absolutely encouraged him, you filthy slut."

"I-I did not—!"

"You literally choked on his dick and begged him to pump your womb full of cum," Althea shot back.

Eveline froze. Her entire body turned the color of a tomato. Arthur burst out laughing. The pure, innocent Saintess looked moments away from spontaneously combusting.

"Please stop talking..." Eveline whimpered, pulling the blanket up to hide her burning face.

Unfortunately for her, Alicia had absolutely no intention of showing mercy. "You also started crying when he shoved two fingers in your ass while fucking your—"

"ALICIA!"

The first wife laughed openly at Eveline’s horrified shriek. Arthur leaned against the nearby desk, crossing his arms, enjoying the absolute chaos far more than he probably should have.

Althea eventually forced herself upright. She immediately regretted every life choice she’d ever made. Her silver hair was a tangled mess. Her heavy breasts heaved with the effort of just sitting up, and her neck and collarbone were covered in dark purple bite marks.

The knight’s expression darkened as she glared at Arthur. "I hate all of you."

"No you don’t," Arthur replied casually.

"I especially hate you."

"That one’s more believable."

Althea glared at him for a few seconds before her eyes slowly drifted downward, landing on the deep, red scratches she herself had clawed into Arthur’s chest when she was climaxing. Her face instantly flushed crimson.

Alicia noticed immediately. The Saintess smirked, speaking in the calmest tone possible. "You rode him surprisingly hard for someone who hates him."

Althea nearly choked. "I was not in a rational state of mind!"

"That’s one way to describe grinding on his face until you passed out," Sol muttered from above.

Arthur snorted while Eveline buried herself back under the blanket.

Eventually, Alicia stood from the bed. She stretched lightly, giving Arthur one last agonizing view of her bare, wet cunt before looking around the destroyed dorm room with visible disappointment.

"We should probably clean this before classes," Alicia sighed.

Arthur followed her gaze to the puddles of cum and torn lingerie. "...Honestly, I think fire magic might be easier."

"That’s because you’re lazy."

"I’m efficient." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"You snapped the bed, Arthur."

"In my defense, Althea started it."

"I DID NOT BODY SLAM YOU THAT HARD!" Althea yelled indignantly.

Arthur slowly looked toward the cracked, splintered bedframe. Althea followed his gaze.

Silence.

The knight quietly looked away, her cheeks burning. "...Fine. Maybe a little."

Alicia sighed, rubbing her temple softly. "This is my life now."

Arthur walked over, wrapping an arm loosely around her waist from behind. He pulled her flush against his chest, his large hand effortlessly cupping one of her heavy breasts through the thin fabric of his shirt. Alicia instinctively relaxed against him, melting into his dominant hold despite the ongoing chaos around them.

"You say that like you’re suffering," Arthur murmured, kissing the crook of her neck.

"I’m surviving bravely," Alicia replied, leaning her head back against his shoulder.

"Tragic."

"Very."

For a few seconds, the room grew quieter. Comfortable. Warm.

Arthur rested his chin lightly against Alicia’s shoulder, his thumb lazily brushing her hardened nipple through the shirt. He looked toward the dorm window, where the morning sunlight spilled softly across the room.

Honestly... it had been a long time since he’d felt this relaxed. No dungeons. No hidden demons. No life-or-death assassinations. Just academy life. Idiots. Chaotic, filthy relationships. A strange peacefulness had settled over him.

Unfortunately—his peace never lasted very long.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

A sharp, authoritative knock suddenly echoed against the dorm door.

Everyone froze.

Arthur narrowed his eyes immediately. "...If that’s Luna again, I’m actually committing murder."

"It’s not Luna."

The voice that answered from outside the door was calm, mature, and instantly recognizable.

"Arthur. Open the door. We need to have that talk."

Samantha Hall. The S-Class Homeroom Teacher.

The entire room went dead silent.

Arthur slowly looked down at the three naked, cum-stained women surrounding him. Then toward the destroyed room. Then toward his still semi-erect dick. Then toward the door where the most terrifying instructor in the academy was currently waiting.

Sol immediately started laughing again.

"Oh," the fairy smiled wickedly. "This should be fun."