Note: The "heresy" tag is there for a reason! If you have any issue with angels or other Christian figures getting freaky with humans or doing the horizontal mambo with (Gasp!) demons, then this is not the story for you. I respectfully ask that you move on and find something more akin to your tastes.
-Blu
The sun's rays made Ren smile as he walked across the quad after his first class. Paved walkways crisscrossed the area in the middle of campus, radiating out from a central bronze sculpture of the college's founder. Benches, concrete picnic tables, and sculptures made by past students dotted the walkways every few meters. Trees planted halfway between the statue and the walking path offered shade to dozens of students as they studied, ate breakfast, chatted with friends, or snuggled with their partners. The outer walkway was particularly wide and had a two-person, one-way inside lane for joggers. Plenty of people complained about the joggers saying they were a hazard, but there weren't enough injuries caused by them for anyone to care.
Ren didn't mind the joggers. The women occasionally offered a little eye candy when walking in the track's direction. Today he felt acutely aware of the shape of the passing joggers' bottoms. More than once, Ren had to peel his eyes from a woman's firm rear to keep from tenting his pants as thoughts drifted into his head about what they might look like uncovered and bent over in front of him.
"Perv," sneered one of the three girls walking past him in the other direction as he struggled to avert his eyes from another bouncing rear in the jogging lane.
"Sorry," he mumbled, his face turning red as he stared at the concrete at his feet and walked a little quicker.
Furthering his embarrassment, the jogger he'd been ogling turned around with a scowl on her face. After a moment of looking him over, the frown turned into a smirk, and she wiggled her ass at him before resuming her morning exercise.
Ren looked back to see the middle of the three girls, a cute woman with Asian features and black hair, had fallen behind and stared at him in confusion. The others seemed to take notice, and Ren broke into a jog toward the library before they had the chance to make a scene. Xaal's blessing wouldn't do him a bit of good if he became known as a campus lecher.
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"S'up, Ru?" asked Megan, "was he checking out our asses too?"
"Could you blame him?" said Aleesha, the black girl on the other side of Ruri. "I have one fine ass, bought and paid for with my gym membership. If the boys aren't looking, I'm not getting my money's worth."
Megan rolled her eyes. As Aleesha's gym partner, she knew quite well how much time the woman spent keeping her butt looking good.
"I'll catch up with you two in a bit," said Ruri, slowly starting after the man Megan called a perv.
"How much you wanna bet she's going to bust his balls for leering at those girls," Megan said with a grin as their Asian friend strode away after the creeper.
"No bet. Poor man. Tomorrow she'll tell us how he repented all his sins and begged her for forgiveness. Then he won't come within ten meters of the girl," said Aleesha, shaking her head. "Too bad, the boy was kinda cute too." She shifted the backpack on her shoulder. "Let's go. Unlike Ruri, we will actually get in trouble for showing up late to class."
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Ren pulled a book on network management, maintenance, and troubleshooting out of his bag and slid it across the Library counter.
"A bit of light reading?" asked the girl sitting on the other side as she hefted the sizeable tome and scanned it in before placing it on a rolling cart to go back out on the shelves.
"More like I need an upgrade. The info in that is good but still sophomore-ish. My new job requires that I be far more knowledgeable about networking than I originally intended for my degree."
"New job? Does this mean I won't see your smiling face here anymore?"
"Continued education is a job requirement. I'll still be around."
The side of her mouth lifted into a sexy smirk as she looked up at him through her lashes. "Good to know. I'll keep an eye out for any books coming in that are less sophomore-ish and text you."
"That would be wonderful. Uh... you have my cell number in your system, right?"
"I do, but it would be a lot quicker if you just gave it to me."
"Oh... OH...!" Ren pulled his phone out of his pocket and fumbled it for a moment before inputting the passcode. As the home page pulled up, he stopped. "I don't... need my phone to tell you my number."
"No, you don't," she giggled, "but that was kind of cute."
Ren turned bright red before stammering, "It's uh, 555-...."
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Hidden among the stacks of the reference section, Ren lightly bounced his head against a bookshelf's wooden divider.
"What the hell, Ren?" he muttered to himself. "Kat, Angie, Sally, now this new girl...." He tried to remember what the nameplate on the counter said. "Elle? I've gone from being a virginal nerd to a playboy. I thought it would be more fun, but this feels too much like cheating."
"Heya, handsome."
Ren stumbled away from the speaker in surprise. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear her walk up beside him. His eyes widened as he recognized the light denim jacket over a pink shirt he'd seen earlier on the Asian girl who caught him staring at the jogger. Smirking, she stood there as he tried desperately to not trip over his own feet and make an even bigger fool of himself. When the girl walked toward him, Ren faintly noted that her blue jeans must have required copious lubricant or maybe even a crowbar to squeeze into.
"Back there, I didn't... I wasn't...." For the second time in ten minutes, a woman had him completely flustered. Why did things seem easier when dealing with the magic world?
"Sure you were," she said, "and she didn't seem to mind, so no harm done. You sound like you are having some girl trouble. I often lend an ear to my friends. Maybe I can help?"
"We just met, and you want me to tell you my troubles?" he asked, suspicious.
"I'm a good listener and try to help people do the right thing. Taking my advice has worked out for my friends most of the time. But I'll be honest with you," she stepped in close and plucked at the front of his button-down shirt as if curious what lay inside, "I think you're kind of cute and might like to be part of your woman troubles." Ren tensed slightly, and she hurriedly continued, "Or maybe you just need to blow off some steam. Men think clearer when their dick," her hand dropped down to the front of his pants, "isn't doing half their thinking."
Ren sighed. "Considering everything going on, I don't think that would be a good idea. I wouldn't want you to do something you might regret in a few days."
The woman gave him a confused look before giggling. "Don't overthink it. I'm not on your list of relationship prospects. I'm just horny and looking for some fun. From how you were staring at the runners, I figured you were in the same boat, and we might be able to help each other. Plus, if you get off, then maybe you won't be noticeably staring at women's asses out on the quad. It might help you keep out of trouble."
"You have a point," said Ren, though he was certain his judgment was affected by her fingers gliding over the fabric covering his growing erection. "However, I'll happily go down on you and accept a blowjob, but no sex."
"I'm good with that. I can respect a man who wants to save the main event for marriage." She grabbed his hand and pulled him further along the rows of bookshelves. "There's a multimedia room in the back corner of this section. Come on."
The library contained numerous multimedia rooms, but with the addition of electronic whiteboards to classrooms, they often went unused. Prohibiting food and beverages besides bottled water in the library meant students couldn't rent them for birthday parties, tabletop role-playing, or trading card game meet-ups. A few clubs still used them, but it was often easier to just ask a teacher to use their classroom between lessons than go through the hassle of filling out the paperwork to reserve a multimedia room.
To make things easier on students, use of the multimedia rooms were included with the college admission forms and only required a valid student ID for a key. The library also installed security cameras in each room, but the videos were only reviewed if it was discovered to be damaged or dirty by the nightly cleaners.
Ren was excited and a little surprised when the mysterious Asian girl turned away from him and fiddled around with the door handle for a moment before the lock opened with a click. He didn't even hear her pull the key out of the lock as the door opened, but any concern quickly fled his mind as she flashed him a coy smile and pulled him into the room. After locking the door behind them, she giggled and pushed him toward the back of the room, where they couldn't be seen if someone peeked in the door's thin, vertical window.
Wearing the dopey grin of a man about to get his dick sucked, he backpedaled as she playfully kept pushing him. His grin faded as her smile turned into a scowl, then a snarl as she pushed him harder, knocking Ren off balance and making him stumble. Lunging forward, she grabbed his shirt and slammed him against the back wall with far more strength than her small frame seemed capable of.
"Who are you working for?" she spat.
Ren's jaw moved up and down, but no sound came out as he stared at the woman pinning him effortlessly against the wall. Her irises glowed with golden hues surrounded by a ring of bright blue. "I-I work for a c-computer repair shop," he blurted out.
"Liar! You reek of hellfire and witchcraft. Who are you working for!" she hissed, slamming him against the wall again.
Ren let the overly-analytical part of his brain take over to ease his rising panic. "How can you smell witchcraft?"
"I'm an angel, stupid," she replied as if it should have been obvious. "My name is Ruriel, and watching over this campus is my job. You stink of sulfur and petrichor, meaning you are touched by Hell and magic. I've answered your questions. Now, who are you working for, and what is your purpose here?" Still holding him to the wall with one arm, she pulled the other away and a golden dagger lined with subtle blue flames appeared in her hand. "From the strength of the smell, I can tell you are deeply bedded with them, which means killing you can only be a good thing."
Fear of death helped him find his voice through his terror. "You shouldn't kill me! Aside from association, I haven't done anything wrong. You'd be killing an innocent man."