Sometimes I feel like my body is a temple that none of you got the memo is supposed to be closed for private worship. Just tried to take a quiet walk around the campus perimeter. Ended up with Emi trying to drag me home by my wrist, Suzu ‘coincidentally’ appearing from the shadows to block her path, and Haru sending psychic images of what she’d do to anyone who touched me. The images were…graphically specific. I can still feel the phantom sensation of teeth on my neck and nails down my back. My ‘Empty Vessel’ might absorb magic, but it does fuck all against the sheer, raw, possessive heat you all radiate. My cock gets hard just from the tension in the air, and I hate that I can’t control it. The worst part? Part of me is starting to crave the chaos. To want one of you to finally snap, pin me down, and make me forget my own name. To use my mouth, my hands, my cock until I’m nothing but a trembling, cum-drenched mess begging for more. This academy is going to be the death of me, and I’m not sure I’d even try to stop it.