"ODYSSEUS!" The Captain's voice booms over the training grounds.

The castle's walls deflect her strong yell, and even the second and third echo sounds menacing.

But is she?

Wait a second. She's not the Captain I know, it's a cat girl and a crazy hot one.

She's dashing my way in her unusual, light clothing, giving me no time to recover.

"So it's true, you have come again." She looks me up and down, and I can't help but do the same.

She's different from what I remember and younger than expected too.

"His name is Max, Captain Nekotoro." As Aratsuki lowers her voice, it reminds me of the unexpected circumstances of how we met before.

Right. She was Agamemnon in the Iliad.

But that's not her real name. Same as I'm not Odysseus either.

She's no more than thirty, and I only ever saw her wearing heavy armor and an open helmet.

This is so much different. Sexier.

"It's good to see you, Captain." And this isn't a lie.

She's hot, tall, muscular, and her current outfit does nothing to hide it.

It's not something I'd imagine a trainer or a teacher wearing.

All she has is a rough loincloth and a mere belt to keep her bosom in check.

Well, this is a girl's college, but still. She shows way too much for comfort, but I'm not complaining.

"Don't stare." The Knight by my side sifts it through her teeth, but it's too late.

She has a defined six-pack, and toned arms and legs, and it's not my fetish, but there's no denying how sexy she is.

"Y-yeah. Very good to see you." Looking away isn't an option.

Her long brown hair is a tangled mess, deep cuts cover her tanned skin, and the cat ears and tail give her the Amazon look.

It's a sharp departure from her usual, sophisticated Knighty image and much hotter.

Thanks to her glistening sweat the morning sun reflects off her toned body, and I'm done.

It was already tough to fight my morning wood, and my worries couldn't keep it down completely.

Aratsuki dragged me here, emphasizing not to embarrass her, and here I am.

"I can tell you're saying the truth."

The Captain glances down to announce my erection without missing a beat.

Fuck. She's laughing, but a blink in Aratsuki's direction tells me I'm screwed.

Her face turns pink, and she shoves me in the back before her higher-up gets here. Come on, Max, don't greet her with your flagpole, this isn't that kind of event. I force a smile and salute.

"Don't let his looks deceive you, girls, this boy is a genius." She claims, shoving me in the back as well. The other Knights on the field wear armor or uniforms and look curious.

The Captain is about to tell them about our unlikely adventure in the Iliad.

What happens if they realize they're not real?

She's already forming the first words when my escort stops her.

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"Captain Nekotoro, this is a transfer student in the Knight Academy, and his mission is to train. He won't be able to leave before he reaches our lever of strength." Good save, Aratsuki.

I recognize two more faces from the Iliad.

That means they sent the others back with Princess Knight for training too.

The rest are new, though similar in age, all shooting glances at me.

"Mission? As an Anchor?" The Captain rubs her chin, looking at my nonexistent muscles.

I'm wearing the uniform too, but she makes me feel naked.

"So he'll stay here long term." Ouch. Well, she's not wrong.

The real trigger is to make Aratsuki fall in love with me, but what I lied about is also unachievable.

Captain Nekotoro has the same raw strength as her and is buff.

I've never been a gym rat. We didn't have the option of working out in the orphanage. And she has muscles for days.

Would Aratsuki look the same without her clothes?

Shit. The erection is back.

"I'll be in your care, Captain."

The fan service episodes of the manga speed through my mind and I try my best to ignore them.

The Princess Knight isn't as muscular, but she's even hotter.

A shove in the back makes the images disappear, replacing them with stars flying around my head.

Nekotoro laughs, her strong hand almost crushing my shoulders.

"All right, I won't dig into the reasons. We have enough history together, so I understand. I'll train you, whatever it takes. But then don't beg me to stop later." Fuck. She'll kill me here.

I should have made up a better lie. A long-term hellish training program isn't what I had in mind, but it's too late now, she ushers me to stand in line.

"I'll have an armor fitted for you this week. It's the most important part of a Knight's gear, and its weight is also useful during training." Her voice is harsh even when she's pondering.

"Since my girls are in a much better shape than you are, I'll give you extra attention until you catch up." What the hell is that glint in her eyes?

Is she a sadist? She sure looks like one.

And what is wrong with me? Why won't my morning wood go down?

She announces the training program and it sounds like a short intro to hell.

Why am I looking forward to it?

Is it because of her clothing or lack thereof? Aratsuki's face is still bright pink, and I bet she'll chew me out later too. The other knights look suspicious at me, and there's another girl.

She's bright pink too, but not because of blushing. Oh, she must be the other mysterious stranger from the episode. Is she an albino? No, her skin is pink, not white, even if her eyes are crimson.

She's the only one wearing her hood like me, and a few dark strands of hair escape. Why does she look so familiar? I should have paid better attention to the manga before falling asleep over it.