Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

Sasha finally looked up, meeting Vivienne's stunned gaze across the lab floor. Sasha's expression wasn't triumphant, it was simply focused. The look of a scientist who had just confirmed something groundbreaking.

"So, it seems," Sasha said, her voice quiet but carrying across the suddenly silent lab, "that Dr. Stellan's boyfriend is not just a distraction after all."

Vivienne didn't reply. She walked closer, analyzing everything with her own eye.

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Back at the Lyceum.

Professor Anya's lecture went on and on, a steady stream of dates, decrees, and doctrines that blurred together in Zaeryn's mind.

He jotted notes sporadically on his data slate. Despite how advanced this world was, Zaeryn always found it stupid that students still had to write down notes on data slates, sometimes even with pens.

And he had no choice but to write. He might not like note taking, but he liked being a good student, so he listened to the teacher as she taught and wrote down notes.

Jyn leaned her head on her desk, watching him. "You're really writing down everything she says?" She asked.

She was a little surprised, honestly she thought he would be a rebel, deciding not to pay attention to the lessons and instead goof around with her.

"Shouldn't you?" Zaeryn asked her.

Jyn slumped theatrically onto her folded arms. "No, I'd rather not. That's a lot of work."

"Well, you have a tutor, as you said, so it won't hurt you if you don't pay attention at all. She will drill it into you later." Zaeryn replied.

"Yeah, so does everyone. I'm just smart enough to realize that a tutor is enough. Don't you have a tutor?"

"I used to have one."

"Oh? What happened? She quit?"

"He," Zaeryn corrected her, still writing down on the data slate, "And he is no more. He got infected by the fade." He revealed.

Zaeryn kept his eyes on the data slate, stylus moving steadily, but the casual mention of Ryan's fate hung heavy in the air. He didn't look up, and didn't want to see Jyn's reaction.

Talking about it, even briefly, brought back the cold dread, the image of Ryan's twisted face, the sickening crack of bone under his fist.

Jyn's hand, which had been idly tracing patterns on her own blank slate, stilled. The playful energy seemed to drain from her posture. "Oh," she said softly, the single syllable carrying a weight that surprised him. "I… I'm sorry, Zaeryn. That's awful." Her voice was quiet now, stripped of its usual bubbly enthusiasm, replaced by genuine sympathy.

He finally glanced up, meeting her gaze. Her blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were clouded with concern. "Yeah," he said simply, offering a tight, humorless smile. "It wasn't great."

From his side Yuna had stopped listening to the professor's voice and turned towards Zaeryn, her warm brown eyes full of empathy. "That must have been… really hard," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the professor's continued lecture.

Zaeryn just nodded.

Just then, professor Anya had stopped teaching about 10 seconds ago, because she noticed that Zaeryn and the two women he was seated with were moving their lips, likely whispering to each other.

Which to her, qualified as speaking in class and she didn't tolerate it. "Jyn, stop speaking. You're distracting Zaeryn." Professor Anya's voice sliced through the lecture hall, calm but carrying an authority, her eyes pinning Jyn from the podium.

The room hushed, heads turning as the faint hum of the holo-screen flickered in the background.

Jyn froze, her hand still hovering over her slate, a guilty grin visible at her lips. "Sorry, Professor," she said, her voice more playful than remorseful, though she sank back in her seat.

Anya knew better to take her apology serious. Her gaze shifted to Zaeryn, her expression softening slightly but still firm. "Mr. Noctis, I appreciate your diligence, but you need focus."

"You should sit somewhere else, if you actually want to pay attention." She said, and then she gestured towards the side at an empty sitting, "Come here, and I'll point you to your seat." She instructed.

"Better go." Yuna urged.

Zaeryn stood up and walked to the front. The whole lecture hall's eyes followed him as he walked, some even tilted in their seat to watch him, which just made him feel slightly shy even for Zaeryn who had lots of confidence.

Once he was Infront, Professor Anya smiled at him, pressed a hand on his shoulder, and pointed him toward an empty seat just a few rows behind her lectern. "You can sit over there with Dusk"

He glanced at the indicated spot. Sure enough, there she was, Dusk, the gothic priestess of intense silence, already absorbed in her terminal as if the rest of the universe, including him, was merely irrelevant background noise.

'Seriously?' he thought, a flicker of irritation mixing with resignation. 'Trading Jyn's non-stop chatter for absolute zero. Fantastic.'

Still, on the brightside, this could be the start of his attempt to befriend dusk, since she was on his list for potential… ahem, harem members. He heard she had some interesting Vitae abilities that he would like to have himself.

Plus forget about the powers, dusk herself was smoking hot.

With a curt nod to the professor, Zaeryn made his way up the tiered steps. The whispers followed him, a low tide of speculation and judgment. He ignored them, focusing on navigating the rows.

He slid into the seat beside Dusk. The smart-foam chair hummed softly as it adjusted.

He wanted to attempt and start up a conversation with her, however he stopped himself as he didn't want to bother her. He remembered Jyn's warning about her shadows eating things. 'Yeah,' he decided, focusing firmly on Professor Anya's voice, 'definitely best not to poke this particular variable.'

He risked a sideways glance. Dusk didn't even twitch. Her focus remained entirely on the glowing screen before her, fingers moving silently across a projected keyboard. Her profile was sharp, pale skin almost luminous in the console's light, dark hair partially obscuring her face.

Zaeryn let out a quiet breath and turned his attention back to the front. Professor Anya had already resumed her lecture, the holographic display shifting to complex diagrams of Vitae flow.