It had already been a week since I arrived in this world. And every night, like clockwork, I had my meal alone, after everyone else—thanks to the kindness of the head chef, who didn't want to waste the leftovers after dinner.
The hall was massive, its floor and walls built of red bricks. A grand staircase led down to this place, buried beneath one of the school's towering spires. Inside stood a dozen long, polished wooden tables, their surfaces as smooth as a princess's bare ass.
And every single one of them was piled high with used plates and bowls. Scraps of food clung inside, abandoned, and since no one else would eat them, the chef let me finish them—so long as I cleaned everything afterward.
I had made that devil's bargain just to avoid living off the boiled medicine-leaves they served me on my first day… and I had no regrets.
After a quick round gathering plates and picking out the least revolting leftovers, I sat at one of the tables and dug in, swallowing down my resentment and jealousy along with the meal.
"Damn old bastard. As if screwing me over wasn't enough, he's got himself a gorgeous wife with tits the size of melons. Khhhh, I'm fucking pissed."
The rage boiling inside me blinded me to what I was eating. Without realizing it, I crunched down on a mouthful of fish bones.
If the chef hadn't forgotten his favorite knife that night, I would've choked to death, bleating like a goat in the corner.
Thanks, chef. You're a good guy. Anyone who saves your life is a good guy.
The next morning, my routine continued as usual.
The only part I truly enjoyed was watching the sunrise from the balcony where I had once met Paradox. I hadn't seen her since—not on the balcony, not anywhere in the school. So I assumed this morning would be just like the others, except for the breathtaking spectacle of rainbow-colored light spilling across the clouds.
But to my surprise, a girl was standing there, smoking. It was Paradox.
"Hey, boys. You look exhausted," she said with a smile, releasing a cloud of smoke.
"Paradox," I blurted, stunned.
"In flesh and smoke, hahaha."
My heart pounded so violently I nearly screamed with joy. It took every ounce of self-control not to. Even so, my body trembled as I walked toward her—a state that made her frown in concern.
"Hey, are you sure you're alright?"
Yes, I'm fine. It's just your very existence is killing me with happiness. Obviously, I couldn't say that. Imagine the shame? So I did what every guy does—I changed the subject.
She asked me about Zaviel, and after I explained what had happened, she sighed, exhaling smoke into the multicolored sky.
"Well, that's life. It's not always kind, you know. But you can't give up."
Strangely, her words crushed me. Maybe because I'd expected something different from her. I can't explain it clearly, but clichés felt wrong coming out of her mouth. That must be why I felt so damn hollow inside.
So I stayed by her side, silent. We just watched the spectacle together. At least for a minute.
The problem when you're a virgin standing next to the love of your life—especially a beauty who could make the Little Mermaid look plain—is that you lose control of every damn brake in your body. Mouth, hands, heart—gone. And suddenly, anything feels possible.
"S-so you… um, you weren't here all week, right?" I asked, sneaking glances at her face to catch even the smallest reaction.
But she just released another puff of smoke.
"Yeah. I got suspended," she answered as casually as if it were nothing.
My heart skipped a beat, crushed by the thought that I had ruined her little moment of peace.
"Sorry," I muttered, bowing my head.
She gave me a long, sharp look before breaking into a wide grin.
"Hahaha, why are you apologizing? Was it your fault?"
"No, but… it's just—"
"If it's not your fault, don't apologize. In fact, never apologize unless you've actually done wrong—or if the situation forces you. The more you apologize, the weaker you look, and the more power others think they have over you. Right now, you're just making me feel like some desperate little girl, which I'm not."
"I-I was just trying to show empathy…"
"Exactly. Don't. Not everyone deserves your empathy, and not everyone wants it, Igor," she said, still smiling.
Although what she said sounded harsh, I could see there was no trace of anger or contempt in her voice. Her words were just a simple message for anyone willing to hear it.
"It's useless to pity others. Either you help them, or you do like most humans: pretend not to see their pain and… hell."
She exhaled another long cloud of smoke before turning her gaze back to the scene. Then she returned to my initial question, her tone much less playful but still calm and composed.
"It's because of my family. They didn't want me around for fear that I'd get involved with a criminal organization with bad intentions toward the school. My family had connections with them, and they had reason to think I did too. After all, I miraculously survived death, didn't I?"
And finally, everything clicked in my head. I knew a girl like her wouldn't get suspended over childish little pranks. So that was the real reason. And honestly, I was pretty disappointed in the school.
I leaned against the wall, staring at the clouds around us before finally speaking… properly.
"Tssk, I swear. From one world to another, prejudice and preconceived notions always rule," I said.
She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with desire.
"Oh, it's the same in your world? Care to tell me more?"
She was so close that we were pressed against each other, and her delicious scent filled my nostrils, making my brain nearly short-circuit.
"Uh… and what do you want me to say?"
"Everything."
"Ah…"
And that's how we spent the morning together, just the two of us. And it was amazing. I'd never felt anything like this, not even with Jasmine. Sure, I got along with her too, but Paradox… there was definitely something different. She answered my questions so easily, never lacking in wit.
She could shift from calm, gentle, sweet girl to rebellious delinquent, then back to tenderness. Sometimes she showed herself so vulnerable that I wanted to protect her, and other times so strong that I wanted her to protect me.
Sometimes, when I looked into her eyes, she seemed so close yet entirely out of reach. She was like a tree: deeply rooted, with wide branches full of leaves that changed color over time to always appear in their best form. She could endure storms, lightning, and drought without ever being shaken.
She seemed divine. So I cherished every moment we shared as if they were the best moments of my life.
But those moments ended too quickly.
Because I had chores, and she had to go to class after smoking a whole pack of cigarettes. A bit much, right? Especially for a young girl. Well… whatever.
No sooner had I left my little paradise than I was back in the school courtyard, after a gang of uncontrollable brats had torn everything apart.
"Goddammit."
And my shitty routine came rushing back.
First, I cleaned the countless puddles in the courtyard with just a cotton towel and a bucket. Then I picked up every stray stone before finally scrubbing the damn courtyard clean.
After that, I went to handle the spider webs in the various tower rooms. And God knows how much I hate spiders. Not afraid of them—hate them. In my home country, there's a popular belief that if a spiderweb lands on you, it traps part of your luck. A bad omen. And since I'm not very lucky to begin with, I'd rather not add to it. I've suffered enough already.
That's why I did it fast and properly.
Time had flown, and the sun was already dipping below the horizon. Only the toilets and the Shahids' offices remained for me to finish my daily tasks. And I hate toilets.
Walking down that corridor of death, horrified, I was pleasantly surprised to see Paradox entering the girls' restroom. I wanted to talk to her, but she went in immediately, so I stepped aside to wait until she finished before going in myself.
That's when I saw a suspicious-looking boy walking toward the girls' restroom, whistling. He was trying not to look shady… but really, what's more suspicious than a guy with a tense face whistling in a hallway?
"Not very clean, buddy."
As I suspected, thinking I wasn't watching, he stopped in front of the wall and made an O with his thumb and index finger. Then he bent down, peering through the wall through that circle.
No magic needed to figure out he was spying through the wall. It was as clear as if it were written on his twisted, smirking face.
"Tssk, little shit. As a guy, I'd probably let you do it if the girl inside wasn't my goddess."
I grabbed my things and entered the restroom without him noticing, so absorbed was he in restraining himself from tearing his pants.
"Alright…"
I began feeling along the wall to locate exactly where he was standing on the other side. When I was sure, I dropped my underwear and lifted my apron, showing him my ass in full view, with my balls dangling just below. His reaction was immediate.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
He let out a terrible scream.
Satisfied, I pulled my underwear back up with a wide smile and stepped out to observe the aftermath. The boy lay on the floor, drooling, eyes in tears. He'd passed out, and his little member had shriveled inside his cloak. I doubt he'd ever get up again.
"What's going on?" a voice asked behind me.
I turned to see a goddess tying her belt while watching the scene. It was Paradox.
"Oh, nothing. I was just explaining a few life lessons to him," I said.
"Oh really?" she replied, her piercing, divine eyes captivating me. "If you say so. Well, I'll leave you then. I have to go."
No doubt she understood what had happened. Maybe not the details, but in broad strokes, yes. Perfect. It'll give us something to talk about tomorrow. And maybe I'll earn points if she finds out I protected her privacy at the cost of my own, kh kh kh.
I felt so good that even the thought of cleaning those disgusting, medieval toilets didn't… bother me anymore. I admit, my confidence had vanished with the sunset as I remembered past battles.
But well… do I have a choice?
"But what do I do with
I took the poor unconscious boy lying on the ground and gently laid him against the wall before continuing my work as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, the sunlight had been completely swallowed by the darkness of night. A sky full of stars sparkled above us as I took my only daily meal outdoors, sitting on the staircase leading up to the tower.
I was halfway through my meatball soup, hard-earned after a battle with the dishes, when I remembered that I still had to clean the teachers' offices before going to bed.
I suppose it should have crushed my morale, but it didn't. On the contrary, I loved this part of my job. Why? Because I discovered certain secrets, and as a great personality once said: "Information is the nerve of war."
Period, dash.
First little secret of the cleaner
Starting with the office of the senior student researchers, I often came across some rather unusual research. Monet Gardener's research room was by far the strangest. There were a series of wooden parts, mostly modeled after the male genitalia.
Well… I didn't read the gibberish written on her board, but I suspected she was trying to create the perfect man using puppet magic. My theory gained more credibility once when, rushing in without knocking, I found the young woman straddling one of her creations. The hardest, most violent ride I've ever seen in my life. Luckily, the beauty was too busy taming the beast to notice my filthy face behind her, admiring her hip movement skills. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given my skin a chance.
Speaking of dying early, I also realized that not all doors here open normally. I still remember that morning when, walking down a hallway, a multi-headed carnivorous plant leapt out of a door trying to eat my head. Luckily, the Shahid and one of his disciples happened to pass by at that exact moment, incinerating it with fierce flames.
So, note to self: even if you don't open the door, some doors open by themselves… just to devour your skull.
Second little secret of the cleaner
Some students conspire to put fart powder in the Shahids' meals. I overheard them, but don't count on me to warn them, those bastards.
Third little secret of the cleaner
In the common research room, a young girl has sex every night with four or five other boys and girls. I was tempted to join them, but I got hit by a gust of wind that nearly threw me out the window. I'm pretty sure I heard: "Little dog."
Fourth little secret of the cleaner
Shahid Zaviel has sex with his wife every night in his office. Yesterday, I stumbled upon them, and even though I didn't see them fully, Lord… she was screaming like a true possessed. Later, when she came out, she could barely walk.
That's why I decided to start my cleaning that evening with the Shahid's office. Kukuku… I was going to catch them in the act! Then I'd just say I didn't know you could have sex at work. The look on his face… hahahahahaha!
And so, I found myself once again in front of the Shahid's door, made of expensive, exquisite wood. No sooner had I arrived than I could already hear subliminal thrusts. It went violently:
PAFF PAFF PAFF PAFF PAFF PAFF PAFF PAFF PAFF PAFF PAFF PAFF
A fast, powerful rhythm no one would believe coming from a bald little old man. And over the frantic African drum, a beautiful song worthy of the greatest Oscars:
Aghhh… Haaa… haaaahhh… hnnhhh… aaahhh… haaaahhh…
The young woman was completely at his mercy. Just from her screams, you could already tell the old man was performing like an Eros of ancient times. The thought of interrupting such a mythical dance… made me shiver with joy and anticipation. Haaaahahahahahaha! The look on their faces… to die of embarrassment and delight.
After one last chuckle and a wide, mischievous grin worthy of a deranged cartoon, I gently pushed the door, slipping my head in first, hoping they wouldn't see me. The goal: to capture a mental image for my evening masturbation session. No judgment, please, this world doesn't have iPhones for quickly downloading doujins. I work with what I've got.
And honestly, the show was worth it. Luckily for my filthy voyeur head, the Shahid had his back to me, so he couldn't see me. What wasn't lucky was that I could see him from behind… his fine robe lifted, the old pervert's little ass bouncing like a grasshopper on a beautiful pair of buttocks on all fours in front of him.
And since I had the old man's ass directly in my face, I also saw the young woman's ass and the entirety of the penetration in real-time.
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
A slippery liquid dripped from the girl, hanging between her legs. No doubt, she had come, and the old man knew it. He was so proud that he plunged his hand into his white hair to pull his head back, about to pour his "coconut juice"… when I remembered something.
Mrs. Zaviel's hair isn't white, is it?
And then I realized it wasn't her getting fucked. The only person I knew with that hair color…
"Impossible!" I blurted out loud, without meaning to.
The old Shahid heard me and turned around to meet my gaze, seeing my big head poking through the door.
"Khaaaaaaaa!" he screamed in fear, leaping aside… revealing his twenty-three centimeters still fully erect, dripping in the open air.
He quickly grabbed his pants and rushed to hide behind the desk.
"Are you insane?! What's wrong with your head?! Who allowed you to enter here?!" he yelled, hastily dressing, still frozen with fear.
I then stole a quick glance at Paradox, catching her catching her breath on the couch, then returned my gaze to the Shahid. I gave him a big smile without opening my mouth and waved my hand to signal that all was fine before slipping my head out and closing the door behind me.
"Holy shit!" I swore, eyes wide, as I passed through a whirlwind of emotions.
That day, something broke inside me… forever.