Academy's Pervert In The D Class Novels & Stories

"The Academy has been compensating for centuries. The staff and students have always simply assumed this is what a centuries-old building was like. They didn't know they were missing anything." "They're about to find out they were." "Yes." A pause. "It will be disorienting for some people. Familiar discomfort is often preferable to unfamiliar improvement. People don't always know what to do better." Clara thought about this. "You know what to do with it," she said. "You're learning." "I am learning," Morwen agreed. And then, with the precise quality she brought to corrections: "With some difficulty." "Difficulty is all right," Clara said. "Difficulty means it's real."

Welcome to P**n Academy ~ Olivia ~ I stood outside the tall glass building, heart beating fast. The sign above the door read “P**n Academy” in bold red letters. It looked like any normal school from the outside, but I knew better. This place trained people to have sex on camera… professionally, confidently, and without shame.

Pervy Mthland. The whole school erupted into quiet, uncontrolled giggles, sending even some teachers into stifled laughter. But Mrs. Dante regained her composure, barking like the tigress she was nicknamed for. "Hey! Hey! Quiet, everyone! It’s funny now, but I swear to you, anyone who is caught saying 'Pervy Mthland' ever again," she spat the word ‘pervy’ out, "whether first-year or senior, I assure you that student will be expelled."

"Ah, Clein!" "Clein Lee, we love you!" "Welcome here to the Academy!" We, who were inside the classroom was stunned when suddenly, the students from the other section who were quietly watching at first to the introduction of the four, suddenly started shouting. "Go back to your classrooms!" our teacher approached the students from the other sections that made them step back. Our teacher closed the door so that no one could peek and disturbed us anymore. "Ahm, do I still need to introduce myself?" the pervert man with its arrogant question. I scoffed on my seat! Just because there are dumb girls admiring him! I looked away from him because I was so annoyed.

Not sexually—there are strict rules against that—but he can still put his hands on my body whenever he wants. We have to stay virgins for our future husbands. Yes, we have sex classes. Practice sessions. But only females are allowed to participate. We’re trained in… creative ways. I know Henry wants to touch me. His eyes crawl over my body every chance he gets, and he’s always finding the smallest excuse to punish me. He and his pack of friends are the worst kind of people. The top-tier assholes of this twisted university. “Someone needs to beat you down, Danika. Collar you like the dog you are,” Henry snaps, his face inches from mine.

“Buddy, you have no idea how difficult it was for me to keep up just now. I just want to perform my best on my first day in the academy. I used every ounce of my energy, you know?” Montel slumped on the ground, looking weak and feeble. Philip and Clementine followed his cue. The assistant laughed at the three. “I knew you were faking it, but you three were so good at acting that you nearly fooled me!” After a short rest, he walked over to the team. They were standing on a huge field with the four classes in four teams. The highest rank in the class was the teaching assistant. Most of the teaching assistants were practitioners in the second zone. Only Class 1 had a teaching assistant in the t

This matters for my certificate. Director Sloane reminded me that the more achievements on my record, the better my chance of being pardoned for… certain indiscretions. Sneaking into a boys-only academy has consequences, apparently. “Hey, stranger.” Darien drops into the bleacher seat beside me. He somehow manages to make work out clothes look good even now. “I’m still fascinated you’re in Level B,” I tell him, because someone has to admire the ease with which he manages life. He smirks. “There’s no need to try harder than this.”

“During your stay at the Academy, you are not permitted to disclose this thing to anyone.” “What?” I blinked, confused at his words. “You will not be getting any special treatment, Ira,” he gritted. “You will not be regarded as our mate but as a normal student whose focus is to become better.” He paused, a disgusted look in his eyes. “Stronger.” Dexter ground his teeth at his brother’s words. “Speak for yourself, Eros,” he said, boldly defying his brother. “I will not be policed on how I relate with my mate.”

Everything was looking new to me, but regardless, I am doing it. I wanted to test the waters to know how far the V.C. could bend the rules for a Davidson heir, and trust me, it's even more than I hoped for. Heads turned the moment I stepped inside. Today was the only combination class everybody has whether you are an Elite or not. Mr Graham was already in class. Whispers filled the air immediately, Some were laced with curiosity, and others were talking about what had happened in the hallway. They all expected me to shrink under their stares, to still be the broken fool who got cheated on and humiliated.

“I need more useful friends.” “Too late. I got here first.” Despite herself, Virelle almost smiled. “What kind of assessment?” Soreya’s expression shifted. “Blood classification.” The tea stopped halfway to Virelle’s mouth. “No.” Soreya shrugged. “I agree. It’s unimaginative. But the academy loves categories almost as much as it loves pretending they’re infallible.” Virelle set the cup down. “They already know I don’t fit their categories.” “They know that intellectually,” Soreya said. “Now they’ll want written proof.”