Christy appeared in the headmaster’s office one afternoon, her playful smile hiding something mischievous. She asked the protagonist if he would help her practice her magic spells in the academy’s sports field. Ever the responsible principal, he agreed—though he had a feeling Christy had something else in mind.
Before heading out, he stopped by the merchant’s shop to buy a protection amulet, just in case Christy’s “practice session” turned into something more unpredictable. Once on the field, Christy began casting her spells one by one—fire, charm, and even temptation magic—but none of them worked. Each one harmlessly bounced back, leaving her pouting in frustration.
Finally, she dropped her wand and laughed softly. “Looks like I’ve lost,” she teased, her voice dripping with desire. “Since you beat me… do whatever you want to me. And if you refuse, I won’t forgive you.”
Unable to resist her seductive challenge, the protagonist approached her from behind, lifted her skirt, and pressed his body close. Christy gasped as his touch sent shivers down her spine. Their forbidden passion filled the empty field, her moans echoing under the moonlight.
By the end, Christy lay trembling with pleasure, her magic long forgotten. The protagonist gave her a night she wouldn’t forget—and a lesson far more intense than any spellbook could offer.
