I Stopped Simping and the Heroines Lost Their Minds

Friday evening in the dorms was suffocating. The entire first-year cohort was trapped in a state of high-stress cramming for Saturday morning’s mid-term.

Emily sat at the small wooden table in their common room, staring blankly at a thick bestiary. After ten unbroken minutes of silence, she slammed the heavy book shut.

"I’m done," Emily announced, pushing her chair back. "If I read one more paragraph about giant insect mandibles, I’m going to lose my mind. We’re taking a break. Let’s go to the theater and watch that new movie."

Felix didn’t look up from his ledger. "The exam is tomorrow, Emily."

"Which is exactly why we need to clear our heads," she insisted, grabbing her coat. "Come on. Everyone up."

Arthur closed his own notebook. He had already memorized the map and the shortcut. There was no point in burning themselves out the night before. "She’s right. Let’s go."

Twenty minutes later, they were standing in the crowded lobby of the commercial district’s theater. The air smelled strongly of roasted nuts and sweet butter.

Felix stood in front of the concession stand, staring at the prices chalked on the board with absolute disgust.

"The markup on popped corn is extortion," Felix muttered, adjusting his glasses. "Three silvers? I could buy a low-grade healing potion for three silvers."

"Then we won’t get any," Chloe said quietly, standing next to him.

"Nonsense."

Leon stepped up to the counter, casually dropping a gold coin onto the wood. He was wearing casual clothes, standing alongside Alicia, Cedric, and Elara. The two squads stared at each other in the crowded lobby.

Leon ordered two large buckets of popcorn and handed one directly to Arthur.

Arthur took it without a second thought, eating a handful. "Thanks."

Alicia crossed her arms, watching the exchange in disbelief. "Do you ever pay for anything yourself, Vance?"

"Not when Leon is here," Arthur replied easily, offering the bucket to Emily.

Leon laughed, picking up his change. "Consider it a peace offering before we have to compete tomorrow. Come on, the showing is starting."

They all filed into the dark theater. Leon, Alicia, Cedric, Elara, Emily, and Felix all claimed a cluster of seats in the middle of a long row near the back.

Arthur didn’t follow them into the center. He stopped near the edge of the aisle, leaving two completely empty seats between himself and Felix. He sat down, stretching his legs out.

Chloe, without hesitating, slipped into the corner seat right next to Arthur, pressing her shoulder against his.

Emily leaned over the empty seats, frowning. "Why are you guys sitting all the way over there?"

"I need the legroom," Arthur replied smoothly, resting his boots against the back of the empty chair in front of him. "And I don’t want to listen to loud mouthed Leon’s screams whenever hero does something."

Leon chuckled from the middle of the row. "That’s slander."

The lights dimmed completely. The large screen flared to life, illuminating the dark theater in shifting, colorful shadows. The film was The Saintess and the Dragon Knight, a notoriously cheesy, overdramatic romance.

Arthur shrugged off his heavy wool coat, draping it casually over his and Chloe’s laps.

It was cold in the back of the theater, but beneath the thick coat, the temperature spiked instantly. Arthur didn’t wait. He bypassed the hem of her casual skirt, his calloused hand sliding directly onto her bare, heated thigh.

Chloe let out a tiny, muffled breath. She kept her eyes glued to the screen, terrified of looking over at Emily, who was literally just two seats away.

Arthur’s hand slid higher, his rough palm dragging against the soft skin of her inner thigh. He didn’t tease her with slow progression. He hooked his fingers directly under the elastic band of her cotton underwear, pulling the fabric to the side to expose her completely.

She was already damp. The sheer anticipation of sitting next to him in the dark had primed her. Arthur pressed two long fingers directly against her wet slit, tracing the swollen folds of her labia.

Chloe bit her lip so hard she tasted copper. Her knees pressed tightly together, trapping his wrist, but he easily forced her thighs back apart. He found the hard, sensitive bud of her clitoris and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, slicking it with her own fluids.

At the exact same time, his left arm wrapped casually around the back of her chair. He slipped his hand cleanly under the back of her shirt, his cold fingers trailing up her spine until he found the soft curve of her breast. He pinched her nipple hard through the thin lace of her bra.

Chloe’s back arched sharply off the chair. A ragged whimper clawed up her throat, completely masked by a loud explosion on the movie screen. Her mind was melting under the sensory overload. The sharp, pinching pain on her chest contrasted perfectly with the wet, agonizingly slow friction between her legs.

Arthur watched the movie, completely unbothered, while his fingers ruined her in the dark.

"The dragon is completely disproportionate," Arthur commented casually, leaning slightly toward the empty seats.

"I know, right?" Emily whispered back loudly.

Under the coat, Arthur shifted. Chloe felt the sudden movement of his other hand. She heard the faint, metallic rasp of a zipper being pulled down.

Chloe’s eyes went wide. She looked down into the shadows of the coat.

Arthur had pulled his thick, heavy length entirely out of his pants. It was fully hard, the swollen head resting against his thigh. A thick, heavy musk immediately hit the air around them—the sharp scent of arousal mixing with the butter and salt of the theater.

Before Chloe could fully fathom the sheer risk of what was happening, Arthur’s heavy hand clamped firmly onto the back of her neck.

He didn’t give her a choice. He pushed her head down.

Chloe’s face fell directly into his lap. The heavy, throbbing length zoomed into her vision, inches from her nose. The heat radiating off him was intense in the cool theater air.

"Open up, Chloe," Arthur whispered, his voice dark and commanding in her ear.

Chloe’s mind went entirely blank. The psychological thrill was absolute. She was hiding under a coat in a packed theater. Her friends were sitting two seats away, eating popcorn, completely oblivious to the fact that she was currently resting her cheek against Arthur’s exposed cock.

She opened her mouth wide.

Arthur guided her head down, pushing his thick glans past her lips. The taste of salt and thick, slick pre-cum instantly flooded her tongue. She took him in, wrapping her lips tightly around the thick shaft, her saliva immediately lubricating the friction.

She couldn’t take the whole length, but she took as much as she could, her nose pressing into his coarse hair. Arthur kept his heavy grip on the back of her neck, controlling the pace. He began to thrust his hips upward in short, precise increments, fucking her mouth to a slow, methodical rhythm.

Slurp. Shhhk. Slurp.

The wet, squelching sounds of her mouth working him were deafening to her own ears, but completely drowned out by the loud, dramatic orchestral music blasting from the movie screen. Chloe’s jaw ached. Her throat felt incredibly tight, stretching around his girth. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive ridge of his glans every time he pulled back, doing exactly what she knew he liked.

She was completely consumed by the act. The heavy scent of his musk, the taste of his skin, and the terrifying, voyeuristic thrill of the public setting pushed her over the edge. Her own hips squirmed in her seat, her core clenching tightly as she rode out a silent, trembling orgasm while sucking him off.

Arthur’s breathing finally hitched. The muscles in his thighs locked tight against her cheeks.

"Don’t leave evidence," Arthur whispered hoarsely, his grip tightening painfully in her hair.

He thrust his hips forward, burying himself as deep down her throat as she could take.

Chloe’s cheeks fluffed outward as a heavy, boiling hot jet of semen erupted directly against the back of her tongue. The sheer volume of it flooded her mouth instantly. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering in the dark, but she remembered the command. She swallowed hard, forcing the thick, sticky fluid down her throat in three heavy, desperate gulps.

Arthur let out a long, shaky exhale. He slowly pulled his slick length out of her mouth, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up the denim with a quiet, metallic scrape.

He pulled the coat away.

Chloe sat up slowly, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Her face was flushed deep crimson, her eyes completely glazed over, her chest heaving as she tried to regulate her breathing.

Arthur didn’t say a word. He just leaned back, grabbed a handful of popcorn, and watched the final ten minutes of the movie.

When the credits rolled, the theater lights flared back to life.

Chloe felt weak in the knees as she stood up. The group filed out of the row and walked out into the cool night air of the commercial district, talking over the awful plot holes in the movie.

As they stopped under a streetlamp, Emily turned to Chloe.

"Wait," Emily said, stepping closer and squinting. "You have something on your face."

Before Chloe could react, Emily reached out. She wiped her thumb right across the corner of Chloe’s lips, catching a thick, white streak of fluid that Chloe had missed in the dark.

"What’s this?" Emily asked, looking at her thumb. "Did you sneak a smoothie in there and not tell us?"

Without a second thought, Emily popped her thumb into her mouth and licked it clean.

Chloe’s heart completely stopped. She froze, absolute terror locking her joints in place as she stared at Emily.

Arthur, standing just a few feet away, watched Emily lick his cum right off her thumb. A dark, immediate thrill shot through his chest. Seeing the brash, clueless brawler casually swallow his mess while Chloe watched in silent horror was so incredibly hot that Arthur felt himself instantly getting hard against his zipper all over again.

Emily pulled her thumb out of her mouth, making a weird face. She smacked her lips.

"That tastes weird," Emily frowned, looking at Chloe. "It’s salty. What kind of smoothie was that?"

Arthur shoved his hands into his pockets to hide his arousal, a highly entertained smirk crossing his face.

"Snake smoothie," Arthur joked dryly.

Emily scoffed. "Sounds disgusting. You need better taste, Chloe."

Chloe couldn’t even form words. She just nodded frantically, her face burning so hot she felt like she was going to spontaneously combust.

Suddenly, eight distinct chimes rang out in unison from their pockets.

Everyone pulled out their phones. The screen lit up with a high-priority alert from the Academy Forum.

[Mid-Term Update: Block C]

[Gates lock at 0600. Lateness results in immediate failure.]

The comedy and the casual atmosphere vanished instantly. The banter stopped.

Leon looked up from his screen, his heroic smile completely gone, replaced by a cold, serious focus. Alicia gripped her scabbard tightly.

Arthur read the time, sliding the phone back into his pocket. He looked across the pavement at Leon.

"Get some sleep, Leon," Arthur said simply.

"You too, Arthur," Leon replied.

The two squads turned their backs to each other, walking in opposite directions back toward the academy dorms. The break was over.