Isekaied Into An Eroge, Time To Have Fun! Chapter 81: Physical Combat (2)

"C’mon! Push yourselves! Stop slacking off and work those muscles!"

The roaming Orc Professor was shouting at all of us as she constantly observed all of us, taking it all in and making sure we were doing everything right or putting in even more effort; on top of that she barely tried to hide her gaze, but I don’t know how many of us were actively looking for it...

I knew because I knew that Bo’Katari was an Orc in every possible way, and as such her lust was always ready to flare up at a mont’s notice, causing her to unashadly ogle her students bodies whenever and however she pleased.

More than a few tis she stopped behind and stared down at my ass or arched back when she had us do certain stretches, with one having us stretch out our spines as we did one where we laid on our bellies and pushed our torso’s up, working everything in our torso while also letting the Orc get so nice views.

Feeling her gaze on was conflicting because on one hand I was thoroughly embarrassed by her attention, yet on the other I was basking in it as she made feel all the sexier since she clearly was interested in my body.

The stretches went on for a long ti, doing that thing where the seconds joined in on the stretching to beco excruciatingly long, so despite it being only seven or so minutes it felt like so much longer than that.

When it was all said in done I had already worked up a sweat and felt... painfully loose, my muscles aching slightly yet feeling so limber after everything we had done; giving us a few seconds to catch our breath, the Professor was rciful before imdiately reminding that she was an Orc.

"Alright, line on up! We’re gonna start going over the basics of swordplay! I know a few of you here don’t want to use the sword or are already proficient in sothing else, but broadening your understanding of cold weapons will be sothing you’ll thank on later! Also it helps build character!"

Her enthusiasm as she barked orders at us was sowhat endearing, yet at the sa ti it spurred us into action because the idea of her turning from enthusiasm into anything negative was rather... terrifying.

"Now, the Blacksmithing Students have been of imnse help every single year for providing training gear, and this year is no different. There is a suite of weapons that we will be going through every single class maintained by your peers. I shouldn’t have to tell you to treat them with respect despite them being training weapons, but I am forced to anyways.

These are created by your peers with care. They don’t have to donate them to our classes, nor do they have to maintain them for us whenever they get damaged; they could just as easily scrap them and use them in real projects instead, so do so basic diligence and treat these weapons like they are you own.

Now, while this might look like a bunch of identical swords, each was forged with a different tal depending on the weight for all of the races that would be attending the Academy. We have light blades for you scrawnier Beastkin, ’normal’ weight for the Humans and most of the Beastkin, slightly heavy for the predator Beastkin and Elves, and then heavy for everyone else.

The blade I give you is the weight you’ll be training with, and it was made to the specification for your race on average. So of you are stronger or weaker than the average, and that’s alright. This is just generalized training for you to learn the techniques and build the muscle you need to beco a better warrior."

Dragging over a large rack of identical weapons, Bo’Katari nodded to herself before turning back to shout "Any smaller Beastkin, Goblins, or other scrawny races, co grab yourself a blade! And don’t try to be an idiot; just because it is lighter does not an you’re weak. A well placed strike from a Bunnykin can easily take down any Orc or Draconian."

A few of our classmates who fell into the ’scrawny’ category hesitated for a mont for one reason or another - whether it was to try and appear stronger to everyone else or to preserve so of their pride I didn’t know - only to begrudgingly step forwards to collect their weapon after Bo’Katari looked at them.

"Next, co on up all Humans, most Beastkin, Dwarves or whatever else I have in this class!"

Glancing at Lu’Shaki and Kha’Miero for a mont, I took a breath and walked forwards with a few other students, accepting the blade from our Professor and pursing my lips as I felt its weight imdiately.

If I had to take a guess it was three or four pounds of tal that I was currently holding, which wasn’t a whole lot of weight but definitely not sothing that sounded fun to swing around for long periods of ti.

I wasn’t exactly the most... physically gifted person to begin with, but now that I was being expected to exert myself a whole lot more I was sowhat dreading what I was about to be doing... though there was also a decent amount of excitent inside of as well.

The training that I had done with Kha’Miero had already yielded so nice benefits to through the System, and it had felt quite nice to do even before I had been promised the reward of excellent sex afterwards.

So when I returned to the two stronger futanari that were promising to use soti soon just to vent their remaining energy I had to clench my loosened muscles to stop myself from getting erect, which was a bit embarrassing yet also rather thrilling.

When everyone had their blades in hand Professor Bo’Katari had us get in lines and prepare to learn how to swing them properly, putting space between all of us and giving her the room to walk freely without getting hit.

Her shouts beca the norm as she told us how to stand, where to put our weight and then how to swing, counting out a tempo for us to follow as she had us go from that starting stance into a swing and then back.

All parts of those actions required a large amount of control because overextending ourselves earned a sharp reprimand from the Professor, and if we didn’t put enough power into it she was even more irate.

A few tis I swung too hard and found myself stumbling forwards a little, and imdiately the Orc was nearby to shout at right in my face, her scarred visage making tremble as a conflicted wave of terrified arousal flowed through .

Apparently the Orc noticed that since after shouting at a few more tis for my mistakes she stepped in to help correct them, grumbling about how clumsy and inexperienced I was before sliding on up behind .

Imdiately she pressed herself against my ass and let feel her long, semi erect cock as she ground against , leaning down to whisper "Do you learn better this way, Natalie~? Through physical contact~?" before grabbing my arm and quickly showing how I was ant to be swinging.

Her other hand grasped my waist as she pulled closer, rubbing herself against even more and adding "Let know if you want to stop..." as she slowly got harder; when I didn’t say or do anything she just growled softly, her lust getting to her.

Even still she helped correct my form, but that didn’t do much good since she just left feeling extrely horny and fuzzy when she peeled off of my back to go help another student; whether she was helping them and also ’helping’ them was unknown, but I did know that I wouldn’t mind so more ’help’.

Bo’Katari was definitely larger than Lu’Shaki by an inch or two, and on top of that her body was just raw muscle packaged into a primal stud that only existed to fight and fuck... and Goddesses above I was yearning to be fucked.

Maybe Reincantra had done sothing to when she sent here, or perhaps I had been rather repressed in my old life since dealing with people was scary, especially since I didn’t know if the won I was talking to was actually into won or if they were just ’experinting’.

I had been ’burnt’ quite a few tis so I just figured I would keep to myself and try and find myself a few flings on hookup apps, leading to be even more isolated than before due to my own choices.

And now I was allowed to roam free with all these beautiful, gorgeous, handso won and futanari that ticked all the boxes I could ever imagine I had, though I was beginning to wonder if I was just too... accustod to being a lonely woman since this was yet another futanari I wanted to submit to... and it was a Professor at that...