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Lessons of Dynasty Part 1: Abecedarian	By : JohnDoe Category: +A through F > Exalted RPG Views: 470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12 – The Right Kind of Bait *Smut*

“Mommy and Daddy?” Udi shakes her head mockingly, “Really?”

Reya bats her eyes innocently. “She likes it!” She insists, “I like it too. You don’t like it?” She points at the ground by her feet.

“Do I even get a say?” Udi asks with a wry smile as Reya gently pushes her to her knees.

“Of course you do, daddy.”

Udi lets out an involuntary moan.

“Ooo, daddy like!” Reya grins.

“Why do I have to be ‘daddy’?”

Reya blinks innocently and shrugs herself out of her top, “Because I have to be ‘mommy’. Besides, you don’t have to, you get to!”

Before Udi can offer her list of (perfectly reasonable) protests to this, Reya is leaning over with her bare breasts in her face. She strokes the back of Udi’s head, electricity running between her fingertips, shocking the back of Udi’s head as she pulls her in close to suckle on her breasts. Reya moans in vocal appreciation, before standing straight. Her nipple comes free of Udi’s mouth with a smack, and she stand over her bare chested. She moves the side of her skirt to one side, and Udi busies herself between her thighs.

“You’ll like this: guess what baby-girl used her favour to Darknife for?”

Udi says something muffled into Reya’s cunt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. But I’ll tell you anyway: she wanted to know if our favourite history teacher was married! How pathetic is that? I’ve seen her mooning over him in class, of course, but who’d have thought having us to ignore her every sexual need and having Puppy to play with wasn’t enough for her?”

Udi smirks as Reya continues.

“So… not married, turned down my best flirting, threatened to give you detention for flashing him, I think we’re going to need a different kind of bait.” She steps back off Udi’s face. “I’m going to recruit cousin Padar, but I need you to promise me some discretion.”

Udi wipes her face, but stays on the ground until invited otherwise, “Why, you think Kinesi and Riven would have a problem with seducing a teacher?”

“I get the impression Kinesi might care if it’s a male teacher.”

Udi gives a confused look. “Why? It’s not like they’re getting married?”

Reya sighs, “To a Dynast like Kinesi, sex is a just another battleground. It’s a sport, with a winner and a loser. And he’d give Padar shit if he thought he’d lost at anything.”

“Boys are weird.”

“They’re just inexperienced, they’ll grow out of it and realise how fun it is to ‘lose’ at sex soon enough. That said…” Reya reclines on her bed and beckons Udi to come and finish her off.

****

The next day is Saturnsday. Whole-school lectures are running all day in the school’s only real lecture theatre, and older students from the other six libraries all gather in the Hall of Terrestrial Puissance. For the First Years, it’s notionally a day of free study – except for our heroes who have to serve out their detention punishment. Lectures run all day, every day, but the esoteric nature of the subjects makes them broadly unsuitable for the First Years who have their own directed study in the smaller seminar rooms of the Hall (and as the older students direct their own study, they choose whether or not to attend, meaning the lecture theatre is rarely full on other days). Practically the entire school gathers – every student has an assigned seat, whether they take it or not.

Come Sunsday, the first year students are back to their regimented study, whilst the second years and above return to their libraries and laboratories for their own self-directed study. Lessons proceed unremarkably, until the evening meal.

****

Padar walks into the history room, “Instructor Ganan, I know I’m not exactly doing great in class… but I heard you did an all school lecture yesterday… which I missed because of… you know…”

Ganan looks up from his work, “Shouldn’t you be eating? You have classes after dinner.”

Padar produces a basket of food, “I was hoping for a working lunch? Maybe you could explain the difference between a third epoch pagoda and a fourth epoch gongbei? I’m told that was the biggest thing I missed yesterday.”

Ganan pushes his work to one side, and gestures for Padar to pull up a chair, “I suppose I could eat.”

“Excellent,” Padar gives a winsome smile and takes a seat, placing the picnic basket on the desk, “Do you mind if I take off my shirt?”

“Not at all,” Ganan says as he fixes himself a plate.

Padar flexes his rippling body as he takes his top off. His well chiselled muscles glisten. Ganan is completely oblivious, speaking for half-an-hour straight on the minute architectural differences between the two different styles of building whilst the shirtless teen gives him a love-sick stare. Padar eventually realises that Ganan isn’t going to stop unless he stops him, so he gently clears his throat.

“Thank you, master, that’s been most helpful. Perhaps I could crawl under your desk and repay you for the extra tuition?”

Ganan’s eye’s narrow, “I think you had better put your shirt back on Padar.”

Padar throws his hands in the air quickly, “I don’t want any kind of special consideration, sir. I just want to thank you for saving my life, and for being kind enough to take the time on a lost cause like me…”

“If you want to thank me for saving your life, young man, then observe the rules and regulations of your school in the future. And I don’t believe you are a lost cause: you’re a little behind, but it’s early in the school year – if you apply yourself, there’s no reason you shouldn’t pass.” Ganan gives him a hard stare, “Besides, you’re too young for my tastes. That’s no fault on you: you are a very attractive young man – reminds me of me at your age. But I see you as the helpless child I rescued from a fogshark, not as a suitable sexual partner. I’d break you in half.”

Padar flashes a smouldering look, “Just give me one chance to prove you wrong.”

“No,” Ganan says, getting his marking back out, “And you really must get dressed, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

Not seeing any other option, Padar scatters Ganan’s papers, climbing over the desk, he thrusts himself at his lips to try and steal a kiss. Ganan intercepts him with a two finger strike to the neck, rising smartly to his feet. Padar is tall and well built, but Ganan’s arm lashes out and locks him in a headlock. Ganan frog-marches the wayward student to the door and kicks him out into the hall before throwing his shirt and picnic basket at him without a word, locking the classroom door behind him.

The shirtless and stunned Padar lays on the ground of the corridor, looking at the locked classroom door in disbelief. His cousin Reya, who put him up to the stunt in the first place, is leaning casually against the wall.

“Well,” Reya said, “That didn’t exactly go as planned.”

Padar rubs his aching throat, “No, it didn’t. But I know know more about pagodas.”

“You get anything useful, at all?” Reya asks, passing Padar his shirt.

Padar struggles to his feet, and the pair start to walk to their next class, “Well… when he was wrestling me out of the classroom, he sorta staggered his weight to the left. Like his right side was causing him pain?”

“The right side being the side he supports with his cane, yes, makes sense,” Reya says with a hint of impatience, “I’m not looking to bring him down in a fight, Padar. Not that knowing his weak side helped Mistress Hironi.”

“No, not that! I mean, his… hips were kinda rubbing against me… and he was hard.”

“You’re sure?”

“I know what a hard cock feels like, Reya.”

“Hmm,” Reya considers, “Well… that’s something.”

****

Days at the Heptagram turn to months. Lessons turn as the advanced curriculum churns the new starters. Reya makes little progress with her personal goals over the next few weeks, but as soon as she’s clear of her last detention, she reclaims academic superiority, rising to the top of the class rankings in every subject that doesn’t involve physical combat. Despite the formal prohibition on first year students learning sorcery, she is even excused from the lesson plan to attend the occasional lecture, sitting in her assigned seat as the lone first year for advanced topics of all types, including demonology.

As Ascending Air moves into Resplendent Air, winter begins in earnest. Being an island provides some small shelter from the worst of the winter weather, but the inch of white dust on the ground that greeted the students when they first entered the school is nothing to the two-foot snow-drifts that pile up around the school. Demonic servitors keep the paths between the seven libraries clear, and the professors of the faculty maintain the dread ward which protect the school from intrusion, but there can be no doubt that winter is here.

Descending Air brings neither respite nor promise of spring. Exercise on the grounds is not curtailed, rather endurance to the cold is simply an added obstacle. Despite her aspect, Reya struggles with exercises in the snow – but then, so too does the rest of the class. She finally completes her project for weapon forging, presenting an axe of bronze and brass, fired and hardened, and sharpened by acid to a razor’s edge.

The month of Ascending Water, the start of spring, brings but a slow thaw, with ice on the ground right up until the last month. Many-limbed demons, like gangly oversized spiders, twisted into a form which is a gross mockery of a man, hew the frozen earth, and wood spirits lay seeds in the furrows. The process is studied – in both spirit lore and horticulture – as it is explained to the students where the bulk of their food comes from, ground right here on the barren windswept rock of the Isle of Voices.

By Resplendent Water, spring has finally come. The class is split formally into two sets of six, divided by subject, and new curriculums and time-tables are issued. Reya finds herself with Udi and Ro in almost every subject, but does shares only one class with Kinesi – top set weapon’s training. In their second year, they will be given free reign to direct their own learning, as soon as the basic requirements of the school have been impressed upon them. Many students, like Udi, bristle under the restrictions and the control over every aspect of their lives, counting the days until their promised freedom to move out into one of the six other libraries where they can spend all their time experimenting and reading – only returning to the Hall for group lectures when they pleased for the topics that would support their learning. Others, like Padar, used to time-tabling every moment of their life, find the sudden change in their schedule jarring. For Padar, it’s especially difficult being in a different class to Riven, who has been an academic life-line to his room-mates.

****

Reya, Udi, and Ro enter top-set history. Versi, Gerat, and Riven have already taken their seats – the Tepet’s together at the back of the class, and Riven on the end of the front row to sit next to Udi. Riven stands to make room as the girls enter.

“Danireya, you’re wanted in the main lecture hall,” Instructor Ganan says dryly, “You too Versi.”

Tepet Versi’s eye’s narrow as she answer’s back, “There’s nothing on today’s schedule suitable for us. It’s… advanced zoology or something.”

“Yes, it is,” Ganan says simply, “Downstairs. Go.”

Versi rolls her eyes and sweeps her Shogunate History books off her desk into a bag, and marching to the front of the class. Ganan hands her and Reya each a rolled silk scroll embroidered with the day’s lesson plan.

Reya takes hers with a smile, “Thank you instructor Ganan.”

Versi does not smile as she wordlessly takes the lesson plan.

The pair proceed out of the classroom side-by-side, though they don’t say a word to each other. They keep their eyes locked ahead of them, each pointedly trying to pretend the other doesn’t exist.

Professor Cynis Bashura stands in the middle of the Heptagram’s one real lecture theatre. About a dozen older students have already taken their assigned seats when the first years arrive. Reya and Versi’s seats are near each other, in the otherwise empty section for the first years. Bashura stares at the girls until they take their seats. Reya is immediately suspicious: lectures run on time, they are not held for students. Also, neither she nor Bashura are studying advanced zoology.

Bashura raises a vial filled with a royal blue liquid. The already silent room holds its breath. There’s a scraping sound of metal on metal as the doors to the lecture hall lock shut.

“Welcome to lecture seven of advanced zoology,” Bashura starts, “Can anyone identify this liquid?”

Reya stares hard at the liquid, it’s impossible to tell at this distance and she hasn’t taken any advanced zoology classes. She glances over to Versi, who is staring hard at the liquid as if she can work out what it is just by looking at it really hard.

“It’s piss, miss.” One of the older students says. The rest of the room turns to look at him. He shrugs, “Well, it is.”

Bashura turns at looks at the vial in her hand, “So it is. You are all familiar with Age-Staving Cordial: made from rare reagents from the far east and the southwest, it is none-the-less one of the most commonly employed anagathic agents in the world, and weekly doses will extend the life-span of mortal and exalt alike by a quarter again of their allocated time. Various other rejuvenant therapies exist, the most efficacious of which can extend the exalted life-span by as much as one-hundred-and-twenty years. These treatments are expensive. Some can carry undesirable side-effects and almost all require regular doses to be taken from maturity in order to have maximum effect. More than half of our kind will perish to misadventure before their hundredth year – investing in expensive anagathic treatments to die at the claws of an anathema is generally not considered a wise investment.”

Bashura pauses and grimaces at the assembled students, and she gives the youngsters a chance to contemplate their own mortality.

“There persists, however, rumours of a more effective treatment. One that may be taken once the first signs of old age appear, which can extend the exalted life-span by a hundred years. One which, taken from maturity, can increase our longevity to five-hundred-years, or even longer if taken during adolescence. Deliberative senators gossip about it. Imperial Magistrates hunt whispers of it. Great House Matriarchs crush idle speculation over it.”

Bashura holds the vial of blue liquid above her head.

“We call it, ‘Resplendency’. And though its existence is very secret, it is very real. There are no negative side effects and its storage and administration is exceedingly simple.”

There’s a frisson of activity as students scribble notes and drawings of the vial in Bashura’s hands. A low murmur of gossip passes through the room.

“Understand that students at, for example, the Spiral Academy, do not learn of this drug. Its existence and the methods of creation are considered Imperial secrets. However, it falls to the best and brightest minds of the Realm to ensure that supplies do not run dry.”

“By pissing?” Versi says, interrupting the lesson, “You said it was piss.”

Bashura turns her back on Versi, “More properly it is a substrate of the urine of the creature we shall be learning about today: The Beasts of Resplendent Liquid.”

Bashura launches into a detailed lecture on the existence of the most valuable creatures in the Empress’s menagerie. The immortal, stocky lizards, twenty-yards long and six-yards high, with bright royal blue scales consume a variety of medicinal herbs and excrete the life-extending medicine that even Princes of the Earth covert. Bashura covers care of the creatures, and a very basic overview of how the anagathic is filtered from the urine. She does not detail where the creatures are kept, nor how many of them the Realm posses, nor how much Resplendency they produce.

At the end of the lecture, Bashura unlocks the lecture hall with a wave of her hand and dismisses the advanced zoology students, before turning to the first years. “You two stay.”

The older students leave the room. Reya fancies that the “piss boy” stays behind until last, and that he flashes a smile her way before he leaves.

Bashura turns her fearsome gaze on Versi and Danireya. “Understand that the Realm’s supplies of Resplendency are precious. Were I Madame Mnemon or General Tepet Usala, I would not squander such a valuable resource on a mediocre student…” Bashura stares pointedly at Versi, before laying the vial of blue liquid on the desk in front of her. Now that it’s closer, the girls can make out Versi’s name embossed in the glass, “Nor a reckless fool, determined to find her death wandering the Isle of Voices.” Bashura picks her way over to Reya, and lays an identical vial on the desk before her, save the High Realm symbols in the glass spell ‘Danireya’.

The girls look at the priceless liquid laid out before them.

Versi pokes the vial suspiciously, “It’s not to lock me in eternal childhood, or double the length of puberty is it?”

Bashura sighs, “The point of having you attend this lecture is so that you don’t ask inane questions like this. I’m sure the two of you will be able to work it out – it’s really not complicated. The school will furnish you with your regular doses.” She turns and sweeps out.

Versi turns to Reya, “So… do we just…”

Reya doesn’t answer, instead she un-stoppers the bottle and knocks back the contents without a word before heading to her next class.

****

“Advanced zoology, eh?” Udi teases as Reya reunites with her friends on the way to advanced etiquette, “Puppy not kinky enough for you?”

Hari pants enthusiastically and gently brushes up against Reya, who pets her head affectionately.

“Don’t start!” Reya groans, “I don’t control my class schedule any more than you do. Next year, total freedom to direct our own learning. This year, we go where we’re told.”

Udi grumps, “Well, I’ve been thinking: we haven’t been able to make any progress on the history front. Maybe we should ask Darknife. And by we, I mean you: you use your favour to get Darknife to tell you how to get Ganan to sleep with me. What’s the point of saving a favour for when you need it, if you don’t use it when you need it?”

Ro rolls her eyes, “Do you still care about that, I mean?” Udi shoots her a warning look and she quickly changes tack, “I mean, Darknife sells information. You have to ask for something specific and factual, not… generic like that.”

Udi pretends to consider this very carefully before gut punching Rowena. Hari casts her friend a sympathetic look.

“Don’t answer back, baby girl,” Reya reprimands as she shakes her head before turning back to Udi, “Fine, I’ll ask her tonight.”
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