Avatar Of Lust Ch 06

I woke up to a warmth that felt so foreign yet comforting. For a moment, I was disoriented, blinking away sleep as my surroundings came into focus. Soft light filtered in through heavy curtains, casting a dim glow across the room. Laura’s arm was draped over me, her body pressed against mine, the scent of her skin mingling with the smell of the previous night’s passion. It was intoxicating and overwhelming all at once.

My mind raced as memories of what happened washed over me—everything from our conversation, the way we’d connected, and the heat that had consumed us until the early hours of the morning. A flush crept up my neck as I shifted slightly, the reality of the situation sinking in. The room felt too small, the air too thick, and the scent too much—a constant reminder of everything I had done.

I shot upright, panic coursing through me as the weight of everything hit like a tidal wave. “Oh god. What time is it? I—I need to get back to the academy!” My heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled to find my clothes, my hands shaking as I tugged on my shirt.

Laura stirred beside me, propping herself up on one elbow, her eyes still heavy with sleep. “Lily, relax.” Her voice was a soothing murmur, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she watched me flail about the room. “It’s only been two days.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Two days?!” I turned to her, my eyes wide. “I’ve been gone for two days?”

She nodded, sitting up fully now. The blanket fell away, revealing the curve of her shoulder, the marks I’d left on her skin. “The first time you passed out, you slept through the entire day and Into the next night,” she explained, her tone calm, like she was discussing the weather. “I didn’t want to wake you. You needed the rest.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. Two days. I’d been gone from the academy for two whole days. Professor Morrigan was going to kill me. And Tatiana—my heart ached at the thought of her worried and alone in our dorm. What would she think? How could I possibly explain where I’d been?

Laura reached out, her fingers grazing my arm. “It’s okay. You’re still in time for classes, and the academy doesn’t know where you’ve been.” Her eyes softened, a hint of concern in their depths. “I made sure of it. No one followed you here.”

I exhaled, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly. “Okay, okay. But I still have to go. Now.” I pulled on my boots, my hands still fumbling as I laced them up. “Tatiana’s going to be worried sick.”

Laura’s expression shifted, a flicker of sadness crossing her features before she masked it with a soft smile. “I understand. Go. But remember, Lily—if you ever need me, you know where to find me.” She leaned in, her lips brushing my cheek, and I felt a pang of guilt twist in my stomach. 

I pulled away, trying to keep my voice steady. “Thank you, Laura. For everything.” I gave her a final look before bolting out the door, feeling her eyes on me as I left.

The city was alive, the early morning buzz of people filling the streets as I rushed back to the academy. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting long shadows that stretched across the cobblestones. My heart pounded, not just from the speed at which I was moving but from the anxiety gnawing at me. I had to make it back before homeroom.

By the time the academy’s gates came into view, my legs burned, and I was out of breath, but I pushed on. I slipped into the building, keeping my head down as I navigated the familiar hallways. I made it just in time, slipping into my homeroom seat as Professor Morrigan entered the room. She didn’t so much as glance in my direction, her eyes fixed on the mechanical device in her hands. 

But I felt Tatiana’s eyes on me the moment I sat down. I didn’t dare look at her, my guilt pressing down on me like a weight. I could almost feel the questions bubbling up inside her. I knew I’d have to face her eventually, but right now, I was grateful for the distraction of Professor Morrigan’s strange device that drew even Tats attention. 

 The professor held her hair up in a bun with two braided strands hanging from her bangs. Her dress was pitch black and descended into a split at her thighs like one of those sexy dresses you would wear at prom… dang. I’m going to have to wear a dress from now on. I kind of liked wearing tuxes. 

“Alright, hope you all have been studying hard. Today I’ll be taking everyone’s mana levels and then deciding battle partners. That’s what this machine does.” In her hands she held a machine that looked like handle bars attached to a box. But no bell. Sadly. “This thing was developed by my husband and he belies it will change the world. So he’s letting me test it how with you guys.” 

“No way,” I muttered under my breath. Frank wasn’t just the janitor was he. I saw Mrs. Morrigan look my way and send me a wink. It was fast and maybe part of my imagination but. Yeah now I’m sure. Wow. I did not see that coming. 

The rest of homeroom passed in a blur. Professor Morrigan’s device was the center of attention, and students filed up one by one to grip its handlebars. Some of them muttered about it feeling weird, a few gasped as sparks danced between their fingers, while others walked away with nothing more than a shrug. All the while, I felt Tatiana’s eyes boring into the side of my head, and my skin prickled with the weight of everything I hadn’t told her.

Finally, it was my turn. I felt every pair of eyes in the room shift my way as I stood up, trying to keep my expression neutral. The professor handed me the device, and I wrapped my hands around the cold metal grips. For a second, nothing happened. I was about to pull back when the machine sparked to life. A surge of energy shot up my arms, like lightning racing through my veins, and I gasped as the display on the device lit up, displaying that it had taken my mana. Kind of like putting names in a hat really. Just mana. 

“Interesting,” Professor Morrigan murmured, watching the screen closely. “Quite the spike. Seems like someone’s not completely magic less.”

My face flushed, and I yanked my hands back, feeling the heat creep up my neck. The professor smirked, giving me an approving look before she turned her attention to the next student. I hurried back to my seat, trying to ignore the whispers and curious glances being shot my way. But I couldn’t escape Tatiana’s stare. She looked more hurt than curious, her brow furrowed as she waited for me to explain. And in the distance another pair of eyes bore down on me. And those eyes may be the inherited eyes of my predecessors killers. 

As soon as homeroom ended, I bolted for the door, but Tatiana was faster. She caught up with me in the hallway, her hand gripping my wrist. “Lily, wait.”

I stopped, my heart sinking as I turned to face her. “Tatiana, I—”

“Where have you been?” she demanded, her voice wavering between worry and anger. Her eyes were wide, red at the corners as if she hadn’t slept. “I was losing my mind, Lily. I checked the infirmary, the library, even asked the staff if they’d seen you.” Her grip tightened, and I could feel the desperation in her touch. “I thought something terrible had happened to you.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” I whispered, the guilt twisting in my chest like a knife. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just… got caught up in something.”

She let out a shaky breath, folding her arms as she fought to keep her composure. “Something? You disappear for two days, and all you can say is ‘something’? That’s not good enough, Lily.” Her voice broke slightly, and she quickly turned her head, as If trying to hide the emotion on her face. “You could have told me. You know how much I care about you.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I swallowed hard, my eyes darting around the hallway. Other students were starting to pass by, and I felt the pressure of their curious glances. “Can we talk about this later? Somewhere private?”

She let out a long sigh, her shoulders sagging as she tried to hold back tears. “Fine. But you owe me an explanation.” Her voice softened, but the hurt was still there, lingering in her eyes like a storm that hadn’t quite passed. “I’m just glad you’re okay, but you don’t know what it felt like, not knowing if you were safe or… or if I’d lost you.”

My chest tightened, a wave of relief mixing with the anxiety that gnawed at me. I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. “Thanks, Tat.”

As I left the homeroom, my mind was a swirl of thoughts. Tatiana gave me one last worried, lingering look before she headed to her Water Affinity class. The sight of her retreating figure, shoulders slumped, tugged at me. I watched her go, my heart heavy, knowing the lie I had told her was already taking its toll on me. 

I made my way back to my dorm, the halls quieter now that classes were in session. The silence felt almost suffocating, and as I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it, exhaling slowly. I needed to clear my head, so I decided to focus on something else—my dark magic. 

Closing my eyes, I reached out with my senses, feeling the familiar pull of the shadows around me. They responded to my will, coiling like smoke as I extended my hand. Threads of darkness weaved through the air, moving like they had a life of their own. It felt almost natural, like this power had always been a part of me. I marveled at the sensation, the way the darkness flowed, so obedient and responsive.

I opened my eyes, watching the strands twist and curl. I’d only just learned how to use this magic. But it felt so natural, like it’s been part of me my entire life. I wanted to understand what else it could do, what kind of power I was really dealing with.

I thought back to the interaction with Frank, remembering how he’d used dark tendrils to pin me down. If he could manipulate the darkness into something solid, maybe I could do the same. I focused on the strands, willing them to tighten, to merge into something tangible. Slowly, the tendrils twisted and compacted until they formed a long, coiling rope in the air.

I grinned. It was working.

Feeling bolder, I imagined the rope becoming denser, more compact, as I tightened my grip. The shadows obeyed, coalescing until I felt weight settle into my palm. When I glanced down, I was holding a pole, its surface absorbing the light around it. The darkness seemed almost alive, shifting and pulsing like the surface of still water rippled by a breeze.

I examined it closely, letting my curiosity take over. This was new. This was powerful. And it felt right. I closed my eyes again, picturing the pole changing shape, becoming sharper and sleeker. When I opened them, I found myself holding a blade—no, a sword. It wasn’t like the ones the knights wielded; it was larger, blunt along the edges but sharp at the tip, with intricate grooves and circular patterns carved into its surface.

It reminded me of something out of an anime, a weapon forged from darkness itself. I ran my fingers along its length, marveling at the craftsmanship. Even though it was blunt, the potential was there. If I could wield it, perfect it, I might have a weapon that could turn the tides in a fight. And the fact that it was born from shadows meant it could disappear in an instant—useful for ambushes.

I swung it experimentally, feeling the weight, the way it moved through the air. It felt almost natural in my grip, like it was an extension of my arm. But before I could dwell on it, the door creaked open, and I spun around, the blade evaporating into mist.

Tatiana stepped in, her expression tired but relieved to see me. “Hey,” she greeted, dropping her bag onto the bed. “You weren’t in class the past couple of days. You think I’m just going to go to my class and leave you alone? No way. What’s up? Lily, where were you? ”

I forced a smile, feeling the lie heavy on my tongue. “Yeah, I… I went to this old witch in the woods far from here who Frank said I could learn dark magic from. The reason I was gone for so long is because the trek there and back was about half a day travel. And as I learned how to use my magic I passed out. 

I swallowed, hating the words that followed. “It was okay though, nothing else happened. I’m Completely fine.”

Her eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I thought she could see right through me. But she sighed and stepped forward, pulling me into a hug. “Just… be careful, okay? I don’t like the idea of you being gone for so long. Next time you go just warn me you are going to be gone for that long. Okay?”

I stiffened at her touch, guilt clawing at my insides. “I will,” I promised, knowing the weight of the lie was growing with every passing second. I gently pushed her away, forcing another smile. “I’m just… really tired. You can go back to class Tat. I’m feeling tired, long trip you know?”

Her face fell, disappointment clear in her eyes. “Yeah, sure. Do you want me to grab you food from dinner?”

“Um no it’s okay. Not really hungry.”

“Oh okay. Sleep well my love.” Tat said with a wave as she left. 

I watched as she left, feeling like I’d failed her in every possible way. When the door closed, the silence returned, heavy and suffocating. I laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Fuuuuuuucck!”

The guilt was like a vice, squeezing tighter with each breath. All I could think about was how I’d lied to the one person who mattered most. And even though I’d made my choice, the consequences of that choice were still unraveling. 

“Why did I lie. How do I introduce her to Laura now. She will know I lied. I’m so fucked. And now I’m talking to myself. Fuck.” I rolled over and started at Tats empty bed. The thought of using magic to make her okay with everything did pop into my head. But I promised I wouldn’t do that. “I’m definitely still a guy. Fucking stupid guy. What the Fuck!”

I laid there in silence as tears began to ripple down my cheek. Soon my eyelids closed leaving the  exhaustion to take over, pulling me into a restless sleep where the shadows followed me, whispering self deprecating thoughts and accusations at myself. 

Laura’s body was dazzling. It sparkled like water in the sun. Not a blemish to be found nor a wrinkle to be seen. Her lips lush and intimate. Her eye calling me closer. “Don’t forget about me Mistress. Please summon me soon.”

My eyes opened immediately as the dream of Laura said that. My vision blurry but began to a tune to the room. Even though it was pitch dark I could see. Meaning I definitely had Laura’s skills. I turned over and saw Tat sleeping in her bed. And I noticed that my body was covered in some blankets. Tat must have covered me before she went to sleep. 

“Dame.” The constant guilt was wrecking me. I’ll just try not to think about it. As I rubbed my eyes I realized I wasn’t going to be able to fall back asleep. I got up and realized I was still in my school uniform. Good thing I woke up, I guess . But since I was up let’s see what the school is like at night. 

I got dressed in some darker clothes since I’m most likely not allowed to wander at night. I didn’t hear anything about that being bad, though I don’t think the Professor would tell us. I gave Tat one last look and felt the guilt come back. So I turned around and walked out the door. 

The halls felt heavy that night, as if the shadows themselves were watching me. Every flicker from the torchlight stretched the darkness, elongating each shadow as I moved. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or someone—was lurking just beyond sight, beckoning me to wander deeper into the silent, darker parts of the academy.

I wandered for quite a while, honestly just wanting some air. But still, something kept pulling me toward it, like an invisible thread binding me to this place. It felt like when you walk into a kitchen and forget what you were doing. But right now, I’d forgotten why I was even walking.

As I approached a corner, I froze at the low murmur of voices. It was Professor Morrigan’s voice, firm yet thoughtful, discussing something with another teacher. Their footsteps were almost right beside me. Panic surged through me—if I got caught, I was screwed. I hugged the wall for dear life, hoping they were blind to my presence. Closing my eyes, I summoned some dark energy, hoping it would be enough to hide me. The shadows swirled around me, condensing into a veil—almost like a shower curtain—that I could see through. Just as I steadied my breath, they turned the corner.

“…I’m telling you, the disturbance in the Arclusian Mountains wasn’t natural,” Morrigan muttered, her tone heavy with concern.

The other teacher, a young woman I didn’t recognize, sighed. “It could be a group of rogue mages, but if it’s truly demons…”

“It isn’t demons,” Morrigan interrupted, urgency edging her voice. “There’s something more. I felt it the moment I read the report. I believe we could be dealing with a Mana Hydra.” Suddenly, she stopped and looked around, seemingly scanning the area, her gaze drifting past me as if she was surveying the shadows.

My heartbeat quickened. Morrigan had a way of sensing things—almost like she could feel the mana I was learning to control, though she’d never commented on it. I felt my pulse thrum in my ears as their voices faded, disappearing further down the hall.

When they were finally out of earshot, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The sense of danger hadn’t fully receded, but it pushed me forward, urging me to explore. I glanced at the veil I had created, touched it, and found it felt like cloth. With a sense of whimsy, I wrapped it around me as if draping myself in a ghostly shroud. With a tentative step, I ventured deeper into the shadows of the academy, feeling a surge of safety with my shadow cloak.

As I moved, I felt an unusual sensation—almost like a whisper in the back of my mind, urging me to hide. Without thinking, I focused on the shadows around me, instinct guiding me. Suddenly, I felt myself blend into the darkness, my form becoming indistinct. It was exhilarating and terrifying, and I reveled in the newfound ability as I slipped past a group of students who were chatting and laughing, completely unaware of my presence.

Is It really so bad to roam the halls? Maybe not, but I’d rather not be stopped and questioned. I kept walking, still unsure of where I was going, but I felt like I was closing in on something. Then, I reached an open area that felt like I was meant to be there.

Emerging from the shadows, I found myself in a secluded courtyard. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the small space, illuminating an empty fountain at the center, surrounded by overgrown plants that whispered in the gentle breeze. It felt eerily serene, yet something about it sent a thrill down my spine.

Then, I noticed a figure cloaked in shadows near the fountain. He stood motionless, obscured, but there was a palpable energy radiating from him that pulled me closer. “Ah, so you’ve finally arrived,” he said, his voice smooth, yet something about it felt wrong, like a man speaking from the depths of a dream.

I felt my heart race. “Who are you?” I demanded, trying to sound braver than I felt. But even as I asked, a knot of anxiety twisted in my stomach. This was no ordinary encounter. There was something ancient about him, a strength that felt overpowering, as if he could crush me with just a thought. Was I truly ready to confront whatever this was?

The shadowy figure chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “I find you very amusing, you know. I’ve enjoyed watching your little escapades since you arrived in this world.”

I took a step back, alarm coursing through me. “How do you know me? What do you want?”

“Must be strange for you, isn’t it?” he continued, ignoring my questions, his tone playful. “To be from a world so unlike this one where you were just a normal person. While in this world you possess such immense potential.”

A cold chill ran through me. “How do you know where I’m from?” I whispered, fear creeping into my voice. It felt surreal that this shadowy being knew my past, that he held a part of my identity that I thought I had left behind.

The figure laughed softly, a sound devoid of warmth. “I know everything. But don’t fret. I didn’t bring you here—that was the work of another celestial being. I’m merely the one who gives you the blessing to become what the hybrids of this plant call Demon Lord.”

My stomach churned at his words.” Why are you telling me this?” I demanded. “What do you want from me? Are you the Lust before me?”

I felt a mixture of dread and curiosity. Who was this being? Was he here to manipulate me, or was there something deeper at play? Did he see potential in me, or was I just another pawn in a game I didn’t understand? As I stood before him, I felt the weight of his gaze, even if I couldn’t see his eyes. It was like standing in the presence of a storm, both exhilarating and terrifying.

He leaned slightly forward, still cloaked in shadows, and said, “All in due time, Ryan. Honestly, you should really rethink not wanting to be demon lord. It would be quite fascinating—and amusing—to see you actually become the Ruler of all Demon Kind.”

Being called by my old name took me aback. But of course, he knows my past life, so why wouldn’t he know my name? “Fascinating?” I repeated, anger flaring. “You think this is a game?”

“Life is a game, dear Lily,” he replied, amusement lacing his voice. “And you’re merely a player learning the rules. But do consider my suggestion. The power you could wield—oh, how delightful it would be to watch.”

I shook my head, the weight of his words pressing down on me. The fact he used my old name threw me off balance. “I’m not interested in being a demon lord. I don’t want any part in a war that already ended.”

“Ah, but your new lover would disagree, the war never really ended. It ends when someone makes it end,” he said, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. “Embrace what you are, Lily, and you’ll find your way. Or perhaps… you will find choices can be made for you.”

Before I could respond, he began to dissolve into the shadows, his figure fading until he was just a whisper in the air. The last thing I heard was his laughter, echoing through the courtyard as I stood alone, my heart pounding in my chest.

The quiet of the courtyard returned, but the shadows felt thicker, and the night seemed to close in around me. I shivered, feeling a cold emptiness settle over me. I had so many more questions now, but the biggest one was of who that was.  I summoned my cloak of shadows from thin air, watching it perfectly materialize around me. This time, I shaped it into what looked like an assassin’s hooded cloak, and slipping it on feeling surprisingly cool. 

With the weight of that meeting pressing down on me, I made my way back to my dorm. The hallways were quiet, a stillness that felt both eerie and comforting after all that had happened. My thoughts buzzed with fragments of my encounter with the shadowy figure, his cryptic way of talking echoing in my mind. Who was he? Why did he want me to become Demon lord so badly?

When I finally reached my dorm, the sight of Tatiana peacefully asleep brought a sense of calm. Her dark hair cascaded over the pillow, framing her tan face in a way that made her look so serene, untouched by the chaos I’d just come from. I slipped quietly out of my clothes, feeling the relief as I shed the weight of the night, and climbed into bed beside her.

The moment I closed my eyes, I felt the familiar sensation of her shifting closer, her warmth radiating against me. I hadn’t even realized how tense I’d been until now, and the comfort of her presence was a balm to my frayed nerves.

As I drifted into sleep, a series of messages flashed behind my closed eyelids:

PROCESSING

UPDATING…

TITLE GAINED: HEIR OF THE DEMON LORD

UPDATING…

COMPLETE.

I awoke to the faint tickle of hair against my nose and the warmth of Tat’s body curled against mine. She must’ve felt me get in her bed because I was wrapped in her arms very masterfully. I studied her sleeping face, her lashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks. Guilt settled in my chest like a stone, a pang that I couldn’t shake. Maybe I’d been overthinking things. Tatiana would understand… wouldn’t she? After all, I was the reincarnation of Lust. It was practically expected for me to love more than one person, right? Maybe my hesitation was just me holding on to the morals from my old life, things that didn’t really belong in this world.

Gently, I brushed her hair back from her face, taking in the way her features softened in sleep. A surge of affection swept through me, and I couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her. Tatiana stirred, her lips responding to mine, slowly waking up as she returned the kiss. It was soft, sweet, the kind of kiss that didn’t demand anything more. It felt like home.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” I murmured with a smirk as she blinked up at me, her eyes heavy with sleep but brimming with warmth.

She smiled, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close, pressing her cheek against mine. “Hey, beautiful. I didn’t mean to make you mad yesterday, Lily. It tore me up inside when we parted. I should have just stayed with you… not gone to class. Please don’t hate me,” she whispered, holding me tighter as if I might slip away.

 Swallowing the lump in my throat, I felt the guilt twist deeper inside me. “It’s okay, Tat. Really… but I need to tell you something.” The words started bubbling up, the truth I’d been holding onto all night, something I could no longer keep hidden. “I… I lied. There isn’t some witch in a far-off cottage. I went to learn dark magic… but from someone I didn’t expect. She’s… she’s a prostitute who taught me, and, well… things got complicated. We ended up… you know… together.”

Tatiana’s body tensed slightly against mine, though she didn’t pull away. Her silence grew heavier as I stumbled over my words, each one slipping out with a mix of shame and vulnerability. “And… Tat… it wasn’t just a fling. I care about her. She was the original lover of Lust before me, and maybe that’s why I feel so strongly… but honestly, I love her. But I love you, too. More, even. Equally. It’s… it’s confusing. I just… I can’t keep lying to you. Please don’t hate me.”

Tatiana’s expression softened, but her gaze drifted as if she were processing a flood of thoughts. She held me, but her grip was no longer as secure, her touch more hesitant. The silence between us stretched, filled only by the faint sounds of our breathing, until finally, she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“So…” she began slowly, her tone cautious. “I’m guessing she’s the one you wanted to have that threesome with, huh?”

I blinked, taken off guard. “Wait… what?”

A slight, wry smile curved her lips, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “You remember… that time I wanted to use the… uh, toy on you, and you freaked out? You only agreed when I promised a threesome. So… is she the one?”

I hesitated, unsure whether this was a trap or if she was trying to make sense of everything I’d just revealed. “Tat, are you… okay with this? Are you not mad?”

Tat’s expression softened further, but there was sadness behind her eyes. “I’m not mad, exactly. It’s more like… I thought I could be enough. I know you’re… insatiable. You really do love sex, Lily. And sometimes… I can barely keep up. There are nights when you want to go for hours, and maybe… just maybe, if you had someone else too, you’d finally be satisfied.” She sighed, her voice laced with weariness. “If this is what you need to be happy… then who am I to stand in the way?”

Her words hit like a punch, making me feel raw and exposed. I hadn’t realized she felt like she wasn’t enough, that she thought I was constantly wanting more than she could give. I reached for her hand, feeling the slight tremor beneath her composed exterior. “Tat… I didn’t know you felt that way.”

She shook her head, offering a small, bittersweet smile. “It’s okay, Lily. Really. Let’s… let’s just go with it.”

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I blinked, not sure I’d heard her right. “Go with it…?”

Tatiana pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes glistening as she tried to mask the tears she’d been holding back. The gut punch twisted deeper, the realization of what I’d put her through hitting me full force.

“Let’s have the threesome. Let me meet her. Maybe I’ll like her, too. Maybe… we can all be happy together,” she said, voice wavering but her determination clear.

I stared at her in awe, guilt churning in my stomach. “There’s no way you’re a normal girlfriend,” I said, half in amazement.

Tatiana let out a small, broken laugh, dabbing at her eyes. “Nope. I’m the best, so don’t you forget it,” she replied, voice catching slightly, but her smile was genuine. “But you have to promise me, no more lies,” she added, locking her gaze with mine.

I looked into her eyes, feeling a surge of emotions. “I promise, my love. You are so beautiful… I don’t think I tell you that enough.” She gave me a faint smirk, catching my compliment but keeping her guard up.

“Don’t think you can flatter your way out of this,” she said, tucking herself back into my chest, resting her head against me as she let out a slow breath. “I’ve forgiven you, but I’m still mad.”

“Oh, come on. You said you weren’t mad!” I said with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you…?”

She gave a tiny shrug, clearly not intending to explain. “We should get ready for breakfast.”

“Oh, no you don’t!” I grabbed her as she tried to escape, pinning her down beneath me, straddling her hips with my legs, holding her wrists in my hands. I leaned over, creating a private cocoon with my hair falling around our faces. “I’m not letting you be mad all day. I want to make it up to you.”

Her expression softened just a bit, though her eyes were still wary. “Oh yeah? And how do you plan to do that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well,” I smirked, leaning closer, “since you seem to think I’m insatiable… I thought I’d prove how much I love making you happy. Let me show you.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” she replied, her cheeks flushing as she tried to look away, though I could feel her pulse quicken under my fingers. Her legs shifted slightly, but I held her steady.

“Oh, you don’t think I can?” I teased, dipping down to place soft kisses along her neck. I trailed them up to her chin, brushing my lips over her cheek when she turned her head to avoid my kiss. I took the opportunity to nibble on her earlobe, her breathing hitching as I pressed closer, feeling her respond to every small touch.

I kept my kisses gentle, savoring each reaction as I moved back down, planting soft, lingering touches along her collarbone. Eventually, I moved her shirt and bra aside, latching onto her breast, earning a sharp intake of breath as her resolve softened. After giving careful attention to both, I trailed my lips back up to her mouth, where she finally met me with a hungry kiss, igniting something electric between us.

Our hands roamed, shedding each other’s clothes in a frenzy until we lay there, stripped of every barrier. I moved my fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm along Tatiana’s sides, tracing little patterns as I reveled in the way her body responded beneath me, every shiver and gasp making my pulse quicken. My lips brushed against her collarbone, soft and lingering, as if I were tasting something exquisite, each kiss building the tension between us. Her hands traveled up my back, fingers curling into my skin as if she needed something to ground herself.

“Lily…” Her voice wavered, and I felt the slightest tremor in her breath as it hitched. There was a warmth in her eyes that melted me, filled with a vulnerable mix of excitement and need that made me ache in the best way. When I looked at her, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing she trusted me enough to let me see her like this, laid bare and open. She leaned up, brushing her lips against my ear, her voice a soft whisper. “You’re… driving me crazy.”

I tilted my head down to her, brushing my lips close to hers but never quite giving in, just teasing her, savoring the way she leaned up, seeking me out. Her breath caught as I let my hand slide lower, fingers skimming over sensitive skin, light as a feather, just enough to make her gasp. “Am I?” I murmured, drawing out each word slowly, tasting her name on my lips like a secret. “I’m just getting started.”

Her hands slid to my hair, fingers curling tightly as she pulled me closer, and I could see the fire in her eyes, that unspoken plea, a need for me to stop being so careful. But I was enjoying every moment, tracing little circles that sent sparks up her spine, making her whisper my name again and again, each time more breathless, more urgent. I let my mouth trail lower, across her shoulder, down to the soft curve of her neck, my lips pressing gentle, lingering kisses that had her writhing beneath me.

When she let out a soft, pleading sigh, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pressed my lips to the spot just below her ear, that place I knew drove her wild, letting my breath tickle her skin. Her body arched against me, and she whispered, “Please, Lily… I can’t…”

“Oh, I know you can,” I whispered, my voice low and teasing. I let my fingers dance along her skin, moving lower, skimming places that made her sigh and whimper, each sound sending a thrill through me. I loved the way she melted, how every little touch made her unravel, her body responding to me like we were playing some beautiful, silent melody together.

Her hands clutched at my shoulders, and I could feel her nails pressing in, the need in her touch pulling me deeper. I moved lower, my lips tracing lines along her collarbone, down to her chest, each kiss making her squirm just a little more. She murmured my name, barely audible, and I felt her shudder, her voice soft and vulnerable, filled with that quiet plea. 

“Lily,” she gasped, her words faltering, “I… I want more.”

I couldn’t resist her, not when she looked at me with that mix of longing and trust. My lips brushed against her skin, down to places that made her bite her lip, her breathing quickening, her body pressing into mine. She whispered my name again, her voice soft, almost reverent, and I knew she was giving herself over completely, trusting me to lead her to that edge and keep her safe.

As I traced every inch of her pussy with my tongue, I felt her breathing deepen, her sighs turning into soft moans that filled the room. She trembled beneath me, her hands tangling in my hair, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the moment. Her whispered pleas grew softer, words melting into gasps, her body arching against mine, pulling me in as if she never wanted to let go.

“Ah, yes, Gods! Mmm!” Her legs began to shake softly as her muscles tightened around my head. Then I felt the first shock. “Fuck! I’m cumming!” She said as she convulsed and tightened her legs grip on my head, keeping me in place as I ate her out through it. Letting her ride each wave of pleasure with me drinking my full. 

I watched her, captivated, my heart racing with every quiet, breathless sound she made, every shiver and sigh that echoed between us. In that moment, nothing else existed—just her climax. Time seemed to freeze as I felt. Power? I felt mana fill into my body. I didn’t really see it or notice it before. But this must be what Laura was talking about. I get more powerful when I have sex. As the flow stopped, my focus returned to a smiling girl above me. 

Tatiana’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous light as she turned us over making me the one pinned down brushing a stray lock of hair away from my flushed face. “Your turn, you jerk,” she murmured, the soft rasp in her voice sending a thrill through me.

I felt my breath hitch as she traced her fingers along my collarbone, a delicate, almost reverent touch that made every nerve in my body hum in anticipation. Her fingertips skimmed across my skin, leaving trails of warmth that seemed to spark tiny fires beneath her touch. She flashed me a smile, sly and inviting, the afterglow still evident in the flush of her cheeks.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, I was,” she replied, her lips curving up into a grin that was half playful, half wicked. “And now I plan to make you feel just as good. And tease you just as much!”

Tatiana lowered herself slowly, her breath feathering against my skin as she made her way down, her gaze never leaving mine. There was something captivating about the way she looked at me, a blend of admiration and excitement, as though I was the only person in the world. Her fingers danced along my sides, tracing invisible patterns that made me squirm beneath her touch. I couldn’t stop the small shivers that ran through me as her hands moved lower, each caress igniting a deeper fire.

“I’ve waited 3 days,” she whispered, her voice low and rich, like honey. “To see you like this—so vulnerable, so… mine.” Her words wrapped around me, filling the room with a heavy warmth that made me ache with anticipation.

Her lips brushed over my skin in soft, lingering kisses, and each touch seemed to carry a weight of promise, as if she were savoring every second, every inch. I felt a laugh bubble up, a mix of nerves and exhilaration, and Tatiana paused, her eyes twinkling.

“Oh, finding this funny, are we?” she teased, raising an eyebrow as she planted her palms on either side of me. 

“Maybe a little,” I replied, barely able to keep the smile off my face. “You’re just… very intense.”

Tatiana smirked, leaning in until her lips were a breath away from mine. “Only for you,” she murmured, and with that, her mouth moved to my neck, pressing a kiss there that sent a shiver down my spine.

My heart pounded in my chest, the rhythm thrumming in my ears as her hands roamed freely, gentle yet purposeful, coaxing reactions out of me that left me breathless. She moved with an ease that spoke of confidence, yet there was a tenderness in her touch that softened every stroke, every kiss. 

It wasn’t long before I found myself leaning into her, wordlessly urging her closer. Tatiana chuckled softly at my eagerness, her breath hot against my skin. She pressed her lips to my collarbone, lingering there as her hands continued their journey, mapping me out with a patience that felt both exhilarating and torturous. 

“So eager, Lily,” she whispered, a playful glint in her eye as she trailed her fingers down my arm, weaving them through mine for a moment before letting go. “I might just have to take my time.”

I shivered, her words setting a fire deep in my core that only she could stoke. Her hands found their way to my hips, her grip firm yet gentle as her thumbs traced slow, tantalizing circles. Each caress was a promise, each kiss a vow, building anticipation with a rhythm as steady and as consuming as the tide. 

Her lips trailed down my chest, leaving a blazing path in their wake, and I could barely focus as she shifted, lowering herself further. My heart hammered, my breath caught somewhere between my throat and my lungs, and I was lost in her touch, the world around us fading to nothing. 

Tatiana’s fingers brushed my cheek, grounding me, and I opened my eyes to find her watching me, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Just relax,” she whispered, her tone reassuring and warm. 

The way she looked at me, her gaze full of something deep and unspoken, left me feeling both exhilarated and safe. And as she continued, her movements slow and deliberate, I couldn’t help but lose myself in the sensation, the sheer bliss of being here with her. And the suddenly her mouth was on my pussy. A cool long lick on just the lips of my most intimate area. Sweet licks on either side slowly pulling them apart to lick each lip. 

Tatiana’s lips traced a teasing path, and I could hardly contain the sigh that escaped me. “You know,” she murmured, her voice sultry and low, “they say the best flavors are always hidden beneath the surface.” 

I chuckled softly, my heart racing as she continued her explorations. “And I suppose you’re the expert in uncovering those flavors?” 

“Absolutely,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I have a knack for finding what makes a dish truly delectable.” 

As she pressed a soft kiss against me, I felt the warmth of her breath wash over me, making my skin tingle. “So, tell me, what’s your favorite flavor?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful curiosity.

“Sweet and a little spicy,” I managed to say, my breath hitching as she teased me further. 

“Oh, I think I can manage that,” she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “Just wait until I really get started.” 

Her lips danced across my skin, and I felt myself getting lost in the sensations, every flick of her tongue a delightful tease. “Tat, you’re incredible,” I gasped, barely able to hold on to my thoughts as she continued her delicious torment. 

“Just wait, there’s more where that came from,” she purred, her voice muffled as she pressed a lingering kiss lower. “I plan to take you on a flavor journey you won’t soon forget.” 

“Please do,” I urged, my body responding to her every movement as she playfully nibbled and teased, drawing out every last bit of tension. 

“Oh, I’m going to savor every moment,” she promised, her gaze meeting mine as she slipped lower, her lips barely grazing against me, igniting a thrill of anticipation. “And I want you to enjoy the ride, too.”

I could hardly breathe as her lips worked their magic. “Isn’t this a bit… decadent?” I teased, trying to maintain some semblance of control as she continued her exploration. Plus I was proud of myself for using a big word. 

“Only the finest for you, darling,” she replied, her tone laced with playful seduction. “I believe in making every encounter rich and indulgent. Life’s too short not to enjoy the sweetness.”

“Now that’s a philosophy I can get behind,” I said, feeling the tension building within me as she continued to work her magic. “Just don’t leave me hanging, okay?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied, the teasing glint in her eyes making my heart race. “I want to see you completely undone, reveling in the flavors I’m about to unleash.” 

“Unleashed flavors sound dangerous,” I countered playfully, feeling my cheeks flush as she laughed softly, the sound sending delightful shivers through me.

“Dangerously delicious,” she shot back, her tongue flicking out teasingly. “And I’m just getting warmed up.” 

With that, she dived back in, her mouth moving with purpose and intensity. “Mmm, I could get used to this,” she said between soft kisses, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Used to what?” I asked, my voice shaky with excitement.

“Uncovering every hidden flavor you possess,” she said with a wink, her playful nature igniting a fire in my belly. “And trust me, I plan to savor every single bite.”

The intimacy of the moment enveloped us, and I couldn’t help but revel in the sensations. “You really know how to treat a girl right,” I admitted, the breathless quality of my voice making her smile widen.

“Only the best for my favorite dish,” she teased, her hands gripping my sides as she continued to explore, each touch igniting waves of pleasure. “And you’re definitely worth the effort.”

“You really are something else, you know.”

“And I’m not done yet,” she replied with a playful grin. “I want to make sure you feel every sensation, every spark of pleasure.” 

As she leaned in closer, I felt the world around us fade, leaving just the two of us in this moment of pure delight. “I’m ready,” I said, anticipation surging through me. 

“Good, because I’m about to turn up the heat,” she promised, her lips brushing against me in a way that made my heart race. 

“Turn it up, then,” I urged, my heart racing with anticipation for whatever flavors she was about to unleash.

“Oh, I intend to,” she replied, her voice thick with playful seduction as she leaned in closer, a wicked grin on her face. Slowly, she pulled out her dildo, the smooth surface glistening under the soft light. With a teasing flick of her tongue, she licked it, her eyes never leaving mine, before she spat on it, adding an extra layer of slickness. The old me would have hesitated, would have worried about what this meant, but now, all I felt was a desperate longing. I wanted this. I wanted to be filled. I was a girl now, and I craved every moment of this delicious intimacy.

As she slowly inserted the dildo into my pussy, I gasped at the sensation of being stretched, my walls accommodating the smooth shape. “Oh, fuck, I like this flavor now,” I exclaimed, a mix of pleasure and excitement coursing through me. “As long as it’s you who makes this ice cream, I want it! FUCK!”

“Ice cream?” Tatiana said, a puzzled expression crossing her face, but she shook it off, her focus unwavering as she continued to thrust the dildo in and out of me. The rhythm she established was intoxicating, each movement igniting a fire within me that demanded more. 

The way she worked me—slowly at first, savoring each inch—made me feel like I was being enveloped in warmth and sweetness. My body responded eagerly, every thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating through me, and I could feel my own desires spilling over. I was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, caught in the moment and utterly entranced by the delicious way she was filling me. 

“More,” I gasped, arching my back, my body craving her touch as she expertly manipulated the dildo, finding that sweet spot that made me see stars. “Just like that, don’t stop!”

Her eyes sparkled with delight at my eagerness, and she quickened her pace, driving the dildo deeper, her focus entirely on me. “Oh, you like that flavor, huh?” she teased, her breath coming in soft gasps as she matched my intensity. 

“God, yes! It’s so good!” I cried, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me, my body responding in ways I had only dreamed of. “I want more of this, more of you!”

With every thrust, Tatiana brought me closer to the edge, and I could feel my walls tightening around the dildo, begging for release. “You’re doing so well,” she encouraged, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down my spine. “Just let go; I want to see you lose yourself in this.”

I was teetering on the brink, my senses heightened and electrified. “Tatiana, I—” I started, but the words dissolved into a moan as she hit that perfect spot again, and I felt the familiar rush of ecstasy building within me.

“Let it happen,” she coaxed, her own pleasure evident in the way her body moved with mine, urging me to surrender completely. 

In that moment, all I could think about was the intoxicating mixture of pleasure and sweetness, and I felt myself slipping, ready to fall into the delicious abyss she was offering. And then I came. 

The moment of release was explosive—like fireworks going off in my body. I could feel the world around me fade away, and it was just me and this overwhelming wave of pleasure. My hips just kept jumping in response to Tat letting me ride out my orgasm on the dildo. And when I finished she just kept fucking me. But she moved over to kiss me while she did that. Eventually I got close to anther orgasm. And another. 3 in a row. My apology to Tat was ended up with me getting more pleasure out of it, with her making me climax repeatedly. All because of a dildo. Fuck me… I guess I lost my man card. Oh well. I’m a sex god right? Who cares. 

The sight of our ordinary classroom transforming into a massive coliseum was surreal. Stone walls rose high, enclosing us in an arena-like space, and it felt as if the weight of the impending duels pressed down on everyone. At the center of the coliseum stood Professor Morrigan, severe and commanding, alongside another professor—a stout, dwarf-like man with a long, white beard that glimmered in the dim light.

“Tomorrow,” Professor Morrigan announced, her voice booming, “you’ll face each other in duels. The rules are simple: no killing. If you’re thrown outside the ring or rendered unable to continue, you lose.” Her gaze swept across us, making it clear that this wouldn’t be a mere practice session.

Then the dwarf professor, who she introduced as Professor Perrywinkle, stepped forward with a warm smile. “Dueling isn’t just about knowing fancy offensive spells,” he said, his voice gentle but confident. “Defense is just as crucial. A skilled mage can counter a spell by reversing its effect with a counter spell. However, that requires recognizing the spell your opponent is casting and acting quickly enough to neutralize it.”

I glanced around, seeing a few students looking nervous. Speaking spells out loud could be a disadvantage, especially for those of us who hadn’t yet mastered the silent casting techniques. But Professor Perrywinkle’s words intrigued me. If countering could neutralize nearly any spell—well, that might be a skill worth focusing on.

He explained further. “Of course, natural abilities can’t always be countered,” he said, eyeing a few dragonkin and hybrids. “For instance, dragonkin’s fire breath or anthropomorphic hybrids’ flight abilities. That’s why defensive spells are as vital as offense. Today, we’ll be focusing on barrier spells—learning to create and strengthen defenses according to your elemental affinity.”

Perrywinkle turned to Princess Alara, calling her forward to demonstrate. She took her place with a smug expression, clearly thrilled to show off. At Perrywinkle’s command, she conjured a wall of intense, nearly white-hot flames that radiated heat across the room. The professor gestured to Morrigan, who shot a small ice projectile toward Alara. The ice evaporated before it even reached the flames, leaving a faint sizzle in the air. Then he sent a rock her way, and it melted into molten liquid as it passed through her flames. If she was on the other side of that, she would probably be melted. Doesn’t seem very safe. 

“This demonstrates the elemental hierarchy,” Perrywinkle said. “Some elements naturally overpower others. But remember, each element has its own weaknesses.” He cast a look around the class. “You’ll need to learn your strengths and work with your limitations. Fire may be powerful against ice, but water could drown it. An earth wall can be turned to mud by a skilled water mage, while a wind wall can feed a fire spell, making it stronger.”

The students began practicing, and I found myself drawn to Tatiana’s water wall. She’d struggled with water spells before, but today her wall rippled gracefully, a sturdy, shimmering shield that seemed to pulse with life. I couldn’t help but be impressed. She shot me a proud smile, and I gave her a nod of encouragement, watching her concentrate as the wall held steady. I was itching to try something of my own, but I decided not to risk practicing my dark magic just yet. The fewer people knew about it, the better.

Instead, my attention drifted back to Perrywinkle’s earlier words about countering. Since I didn’t have a defined elemental affinity, maybe countering could be my edge. I raised my hand, calling out to him. “Professor, since I don’t have a specific element, should I focus on countering?”

Professor Perrywinkle’s eyes sparkled with approval. “An excellent observation,” he said, nodding. “Yes, countering might serve you very well. Let’s put that to the test.”

He took a few steps back and looked at me, his face lit with a faint, encouraging smile. “I’m going to cast a fireball in your direction. To counter it, listen carefully: reverse the incantation. When you speak it backwards, direct a wave of mana at the fireball to neutralize it. The spell’s name is Ignis Pila. To counter, you must say Alip Singi—precisely and clearly.”

I swallowed, feeling a surge of nerves as he raised his hand, a ball of fire taking shape at his fingertips. Its glow intensified, and I could feel the heat even from where I stood. Taking a deep breath, I spread my stance and lifted my hands, letting my mana gather in my palms, the warmth swelling with a faint hum as I prepared. “Ignis Pila, huh,” I muttered, almost to myself. “So, Alip Singi. Sounds like gibberish.” I tightened my grip on the mana, waiting for his cue.

“IGNIS PILA!” Professor Perrywinkle’s voice rang out as he cast the fireball, and it hurtled toward me in a flash. Just before it reached me, I focused, recalling the reverse incantation. 

“ALIP SINGI!” I shouted, releasing the built-up mana in a forceful wave. The spell clashed against his fireball, colliding with a brief, intense burst before the flames dissipated into harmless sparks that vanished in midair. 

Professor Perrywinkle’s grin widened, clearly pleased. “Well done! A perfect counter on your first attempt.” His voice held a note of admiration, and a few students nearby exchanged glances, their expressions tinged with surprise and maybe even a bit of respect.

A smile crept onto my face, an exhilarated pride sparking inside me. Countering just might be the edge I needed. 

Perrywinkle raised his brows, intrigued. “Now, let’s try something more complex. Countering works not only on attacks but also on curses and status effects. I’ll cast a paralysis spell, but there’s a catch this time. I won’t tell you the spell’s name. Listen carefully to decipher it in time. Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.” I raised my hands again, taking a stance that almost felt like boxing, though instead of fists, my palms were open. Maybe I really did need to look into getting a wand.

“IMPEDIENDUM!” His voice rang out as a small, crackling electric bolt materialized and shot toward me before I even had time to process the word.

“MUD—!” The bolt struck my chest, sending me sprawling backward with a sharp jolt. I let out a groan, the pain echoing through my body as I stumbled to my feet, rubbing my sore chest. Around me, a few students chuckled, obviously entertained by my failure. 

But Perrywinkle looked on with an odd expression. “My goodness. You don’t seem affected at all.”

I blinked, wincing slightly. “Uh, sorry, sir, but that’s not exactly true. It hurt,” I said, clutching my chest where the shock had landed, a faint ache lingering.

He tilted his head. “But do you feel… paralyzed in any way?”

I frowned, thinking it over. “Um, no… it just felt like an electric jolt. Wasn’t that what you meant to do?”

He shook his head, looking almost in awe. “No, my dear. That spell was intended to paralyze you for several minutes. I’d planned to lift it afterward, of course, but it seems you’re entirely immune to its effect.”

The words hung in the air, and I couldn’t help but think of video games and status effects. Immune to paralysis? That could come in handy. Maybe it had something to do with my dark magic—or perhaps with my destiny as Lust.

But I didn’t want to dwell on it too long. “Can we go again?” I asked, eager to try again and change the topic.

“Of course. Let’s see how you handle other status effects.”

For the next hour, Professor Perrywinkle put me through every status spell he could think of. Poison, sleep, blinding spells—he didn’t name them beforehand, so I had to work purely on instinct, and most of the time I failed to counter in time. The trickiest ones, like the blinding spell, caught me off guard, and I was left blinking away spots in my vision while the others snickered. But on the final attempt, I managed to succeed. The instant he cast the spell, I started murmuring the counter without even fully catching the spell’s name, and it worked.

After another half hour, Professor Morrigan raised her hands, signaling the end of practice. In an instant, the coliseum setting faded, leaving us back in our ordinary classroom. The chairs and desks reappeared, though I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d just returned from being a test subject. And interestingly, I’m fine with that. Seems I’m immune to a lot, blinding and sleeping worked though. Weird. 

Suddenly, on the board, a list of opponents for tomorrow’s duels materialized, names lined up in pairs. Students hurried forward to see, and whispers spread quickly. I looked, spotting my name, and right next to it was Princess Alara. A ripple of dread washed over me, but I tried to hide it.

Across the room, Alara’s sharp, disappointed voice cut through the crowd. “Seriously? Of all people, they pair me with her?” She rolled her eyes, muttering, “It’ll be over in seconds. This isn’t even a challenge.”

I bit back a retort, but Tatiana squeezed my hand in silent support, though a flicker of worry crossed her face too. We glanced at the board together, noticing that her opponent was none other than Alora’s twin brother, the prince. Tatiana’s eyes narrowed, determination hardening her expression.

Professor Morrigan clapped her hands, reclaiming our attention. “These matchups were chosen based on mana levels, not experience. Each of you has the potential to win. Think strategically, know your strengths—and don’t underestimate your opponents.”

As the students filed out, I exchanged a look with Tatiana. Tomorrow, we’d be facing two of the most powerful students in our year. Fun.