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The first thing the Fount of Knowledge noticed was the scent of vanilla, and how much his legs hurt. Wow, okay! The side effects of anal sex were definitely bearing down on him now.
Then he realised what time it was.
It was 8:42, or as others would say: oh shit, school starts in 3 minutes.
The Fount panicked, and started looking around for his robes.
”Ngh… my Fount?” Healer’s voice was faint, stopping him in his tracks.
”Yes, my light?” The Virtue answered, pulling on a pair of socks, “I’ve got to get going dearest— OW!”
The oh-so dignified Fount of Knowledge fell flat onto his face, while silently remembering that his legs were weak in the first place, and what they did to make his legs hurt. His face darkened in embarrassment, and even more as he realised how many lovebites he must have had on his body.
”I can’t walk.” He whined, crawling back onto the bed with aching legs and a bruised ego.
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By the time the Fount gets to the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, there was already 30 minutes left in the first lesson. He hurriedly floated—he still couldn’t walk— to his classroom.
All chatter abruptly stopped as the Virtue burst through the door and into a crowd of cookies. Then immediately the talking started up again and he was bombed with a myriad of questions, all ranging from curiosity to concern.
”Where were you?” Was one of the more prominent ones, the others something along the lines of “Why are you floating?” And so on.
”Settle down students, I was merely experiencing… uh… minor inconveniences…?” It wasn’t completely a lie at least.
The class, however, did not buy a single word.
”Really professor? Your hair isn’t brushed at all.” Right, he didn’t even think of brushing his hair this morning.
”Are you sure you’re okay sir? I mean… you look a bit… exhausted.” They’re not wrong. Curse the Fount for deciding to have sex on a school night!
The queries went on and on, the words falling into an incoherent murmur.
Well, at least before one of the louder students spoke up.
”Mr Fount, I couldn’t help but notice that there are bite marks on your neck, as well as hickeys.”
The whole class went silent, and the oh so great Fount flushed a deep blue.
”…” The Virtue had nothing to say to that.
The students—of course— noticed and the noise started up again.
“Woah, I bet he slept with that teacher from the third classroom down the hall, you know, Mrs Hyacinth?”
”No way! It’s definitely Mrs Tulip who teaches the year 7s!”
At this point he couldn’t say anything to stop them, just staring at the theorising cookies with embarrassment and the fact that the information that he slept with another was going to be spread around the school like wildfire, once it got out.
“Wha— you guys should not even know this stuff! I did not sleep with any teacher in this school!”
”Plus I don’t even like women.”
The class went silent again.
Oh they’re never forgetting about this…