BATHHOUSE

The Academy's underground bathhouse is at the rear of Proximity Hall, a single vast chamber dominated by a large pool of mineral rich water. Steam curls perpetually from the doorway, carrying with it the scent of wet stone, lavender oil, and sandalwood soap. The pool itself is roughly rectangular, deeper than it is wide, its blue-green tiles cracked with age. The water is kept perpetually warm by a geothermal spring, hot enough to turn skin pink and loosen aching limbs. Towels hang from wall hooks in careless heaps, and discarded tunics lie crumpled on the wet stone floor. Modesty is not a virtue practiced here.

Futanari students stretch bare beside one another, their cocks resting heavy against their thighs or rising semi-erect as they chat about their classes and days with casual indifference. Breasts of just about every size float at the water line, nipples dark and peaked from the heat. The room buzzes with low conversation punctuated by sudden laughter and the occasional sharp gasp as a massage turns exploratory.

In the water itself, shapes move like dreams through the steam. Hands wander without pretense. Thighs part. Cocks brush against stomachs and backsides. The occasional moan is swallowed by the hiss of venting steam, followed by the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh from the far end of the cavern where the steam conceals all.