Magic Academy Incident

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Sriland Academy was once a renowned institution in the magical world, but it disappeared due to a special incident many years ago. Sarah is an assistant teacher at the academy, working for her mother, Seril Lisley. Seril is devastated upon receiving the news, but the situation continues to worsen. Quirrell, the gatekeeper who has a secret agreement with the headmaster, Argus August, puts the magic-breaking stone bracelet—a bane of magicians—on Seril's wrist out of his own greed. Argus,
aware of the situation, chooses to do nothing. The question that has troubled him for years finally finds a clue in the protagonist. After a series of experiments, he drinks the blood sample left by the protagonist on the healing teacher, Neel Binsley. Meanwhile, the protagonist inadvertently provokes the headmaster's son, Quills Misius, leading to a series of troubles. The seemingly peaceful campus is constantly revealing layers of darkness.
"No! Stop...stop!"
Quills slumped in a pool of blood, staring at me in terror. In my hand was a longsword made of ice. He trembled as he continued to beg for mercy, but his lips barely parted before the ice sword pierced his shoulder. His pleas turned into screams that echoed around us. Without hesitation, I pulled out the ice sword and slashed it with a cold light. His right arm flew to the side like a broken piece of rotten wood, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the clean cut. He stared in disbelief at his severed arm not far away, then at his bleeding shoulder, and stopped screaming. His eyes widened incredulously to their limit.
"You..." He uttered
only one word, as if he wanted to say something more, but the ice sword had already slashed across his cheek from one side to the other. His increasingly distorted features became ferocious and grotesque. His empty right arm seemed to still be trying to grab me. His spinning body caused blood to splatter in front of my eyes, a crimson blur, until the blood seeped into my eyeballs. The stinging pain forced me to open my eyes.
It's that dream again. I've been having similar dreams for the past few days. After bumping into Quails, I've basically lost all my memories. The last thing I remember is Thorne trying to trap me in an ice prison, and then it's all blank. Now I remember something Argus said to me before: he didn't find me alone. He didn't continue. Could that dream really be about
Argus? He suddenly offered to teach me alone, but he hasn't shown up these past few days. Riley told me that Argus is sick and might need to rest for a few days. I've been reassigned to my regular classes. The magic Argus taught me before did help me a lot, but some of the spells interspersed in it gave me a bad feeling.
I recently asked Ross about the spell for reading memories, but Ross said he had never heard of such magic, and even if it existed, it would definitely be a forbidden spell. This made me connect the dots of recent events. If the manipulator Jester was indeed a student of Sriland, then Argus's notebook is likely the magic book that various countries demanded schools hand over. But why would Argus specifically teach it to me? And if the dream was real, why would Argus take such a great risk to help me? He even specifically asked about the mark on my chest, which was the mark left by Xiu when he sealed my demonic blood. So, when I entered Jester's memories... He mentioned the term "Dragon's Eye." Could it be that only those with dragon blood can use this magic? Does that mean Jester is also a sealer?
Although these are just my deductions, if I'm right, at least these things make sense. If Argus also knows this, what is he planning now? I need to figure out his purpose. Perhaps I can read his memories. In the last lesson, I was able to easily break through the ape beast's resistance, but it is, after all, a wild beast. I don't know how the target of my spells will feel. If it were a human, what would happen with the spell? But Jester once expelled me from his memories, so I must proceed with caution.
Ross and I went to the previous Demon Stone training ground after breakfast. Ross told me that because the group performed well and I was suddenly absent, and there were no extra substitutes, the school had to temporarily declare our group a victory without a fight. The score on this exam will directly affect Jay's scholarship application. Although Jay hasn't spoken these days, she's somewhat uneasy. This victory without a fight was probably something she obtained from Fitch by sacrificing her body.
Jay was unexpectedly late today. As the class monitor, she was always very proactive, and Ross was also a little surprised.
"Class monitor, you're late! Today's competition is very important!" "I know, Ross, just don't hold us back." Jay's retort was as sharp as ever, seemingly without a problem. She turned to look at me.
"Is Ren alright? If you're not feeling well, I can ask the teacher to postpone it for two more days." "Ah... I'm fine."
"Class monitor, really, why do you only care about Ren and not me?"
Jay rolled her eyes at Ross and went to the preparation room. More and more students were gathering around. Because of Argus's absence, the competition was being hosted by the Potions teacher, Remus Donk. The somewhat elderly man had a kind face, and he spoke in his usual slow voice.
"Ross, the opposing team has arrived. If you're ready, go to the preparation room to wait." "Okay,"
Ross replied, pulling me into the waiting room. Jae was already familiarizing herself with the incantation, and the resolute expression on her face told me that today's match was very important. I turned to look at Ross, and he had also put away his usual joking attitude and started checking whether he had all his belongings.
"By the way, who's our opponent group today?"
"Huh? Didn't we tell you? You must have forgotten. It's going to be a tough battle today. Our opponent is Fiona Silvia, known as the Ice Rose. But don't mention that nickname in front of her. It's not just because of her blue hair and aloof attitude. Her ice magic is arguably the best among all the students." "I remember she mainly used lightning magic in the last competition." "Oh, that's because she thought it was unnecessary. Basically, no one has been able to win against her ice magic. Anyway, don't dampen your spirits. You'd better watch out." Jae just sat there listening quietly. She was obviously very nervous. If she lost this battle, her scholarship would probably be completely gone, and all her efforts would probably be in vain. I also checked the dark crystal ring on my hand. Its weight had obviously increased again. It seemed that I had released a lot of magic power during my amnesia. Not long after, enthusiastic applause came from outside. The teaching assistant at the door nodded to indicate that we could go out.
As we walked down the narrow corridor, Jay walked in front, while Ross and I followed on either side. I could see that Jay's hands were trembling slightly, and Ross seemed to notice this as well, whispering something to me.
"Fiona has always been the class monitor's rival in scholarship applications, but they've never faced off directly. The class monitor always has a slight advantage in credits because of her hard work. This time, thanks to you, you'd better perform well, or we'll be in trouble." "I..."
"Yeah, generally speaking, it's hard for our class and their class to be assigned together. Your absence this time has disrupted the assignment order." As we spoke, we had already walked onto the field. In the middle of the field was an open space, with huge anti-magic stone pillars standing among the surrounding boulders. The students on the platform clapped and cheered happily. After all, this wasn't their battle, so they could enjoy this moment without worry. The boys on the platform whistled towards the opposite side. Fiona, with her long light blue hair, walked out with her head held high and her chest puffed out. Every step she took made her breasts tremble slightly. Her black and white school uniform tightly hugged her perfect curves, as if this school uniform was designed for her. Behind her were the bespectacled boy we had seen before and an equally beautiful girl.
The nickname they gave Fiona wasn't without reason. She stood not far in front of us, but her eyes were filled with a chilling aura that kept everyone at arm's length. She coldly surveyed us, finally fixing her gaze on Jay's face, their eyes meeting.
"Ahem."
A loud cough echoed from the stage. Professor Remus glanced at us, who were already prepared, then nodded to his middle-aged male assistant beside him. The man gently opened his spellbook, and a ball of light flew out, bursting into a dazzling flash in the sky. The battle was about to begin with that flash of light.
"They haven't even greeted each other yet,"
Fitch whispered beside Remus. Remus frowned, his already deeply wrinkled brow furrowing as he slowly replied,
"Oh… look at my memory!"
The sudden battle startled us all, but those of us who had reached this point had all defeated numerous groups. After a brief pause, we scattered and ran, using basic magic to cover ourselves.
After a brief magical exchange, the center of the arena was empty. From my current position, I couldn't see Ross and Jay. The fireballs that had been flying around had disrupted our planned route. I sharpened my hearing; footsteps were approaching. Ten steps, five steps... The bespectacled boy appeared behind a rock to my right, his fire dragon, already poised to strike, hurtling towards me. But I had already heard his arrival and the hissing flames.
The fire dragon flew a short distance along his arm before the ice wall he had prepared instantly cooled the surrounding air. He recoiled in surprise. The ice wall cut off the fire dragon's magical support, and I easily blocked it with my ice shield. I then hurled three ice spears in his direction. The spears successfully merged into the ice wall and flew to the other side, but due to the ice wall, I couldn't determine if they hit him. However, the bright light that immediately appeared behind the ice wall negated my expectation.
The mist from the clash of ice and fire billowed out, filling the space between the boulders. But the moisture also obscured his vision, forcing him to lean against the stone wall and try to locate me. With my enhanced vision, I could clearly see him, and a slight smile crept onto my lips. The rapidly cooling air made him shiver. Only then did he realize he was in a zone of easily condensing water vapor. He quickly erected a wind wall to try and disperse the vapor, but the consequences of abandoning the incantation were too obvious. Before the wind could gather, he was firmly trapped inside by my Ice Prison spell. I understood his helplessness, for I had been trapped by Jester with the same magic before. But this was not the time for sympathy, for I could already hear Ross's shouts from not far behind.
After navigating several turns, I saw Ross running frantically, his incantation never ceasing. Despite this, I knew the girl chasing him wasn't gaining the upper hand; the bright blue lightning bolts only struck behind Ross each time. Ross's strength lay in his ability to simultaneously chant wind magic in his mind while casting his spells. Many didn't understand why his seemingly clumsy magic, unable to even abandon the chanting, possessed such formidable power and speed.
The girl before me clearly underestimated Ross. A confident smile, learned from Fiona, graced her face as she attempted to throw her lightning sword. But Ross stopped abruptly, turning and hurling his Cross of Light Prison. Cross of Light Prison was the longest incantation among mid-level light magic. While its release lacked a dazzling, intimidating effect, resembling a simple light magic projectile, its speed was the fastest of all mid-level spells. Even so, due to its immense length, it was often abandoned in fast-paced attacks.
As the lightning sword pierced the sphere of light, the girl's eyes widened in surprise. The azure, translucent sword was sucked into the sphere as it passed, and the sphere continued to accelerate. The wind magic amplified the spell's incredible speed. Just as the girl was pondering her next move, the sphere struck her abdomen. Instantly, four beams of holy light erupted from her body, forming a magnificent cross. The cross of light still emitted residual electricity from the absorbed lightning magic. Without the magic-dispelling stone, the girl would likely have been electrocuted.
This previously underestimated spell now shone brightly, drawing cheers from the audience. The Cross of Light Prison itself wasn't an offensive control spell, but its ability to absorb magic it touched as a secondary power was remarkable. Ross gave me an exaggerated smile, reminding me of what he had once told me: "These spells exist for a reason. Just because people don't pay attention doesn't mean they're unimportant. I love these overlooked spells; they can catch you off guard, haha."
"Looks like I underestimated you,"
Fiona's voice suddenly rang out from behind me. In my joy, I lowered my guard and didn't notice her approach. Along with the voice came the chilling air; a layer of cold air surrounded her body, making her appear shimmering. Where was Jey? Had she already lost?
The ground rapidly froze, and sharp ice spikes began to emerge from the solidified ground. Ross, who had taken cover behind me, said,
"It's up to you. I don't know fire magic."
Mid-level mages can generally only learn a maximum of three elemental spells. Ross specializes in wind, light, and earth magic, while I specialize in fire, ice, and lightning. Jey also knows fire magic, so how could she have been defeated so quickly? My question was quickly answered. My fire dragon spell was forcefully suppressed by the pervasive cold air. Her ice magic was too powerful, seemingly beyond the scope of mid-level magic.
"Run!"
That was my instinctive response to Ross. He gasped in surprise but obediently teleported away, while Fiona chased after me.
"Let me see your abilities. You've been the talk of the town lately." I don't know if it was my imagination, but there seemed to be a hint of anger in her tone. Was she jealous because I had stolen her thunder? This reminded me of something a man once said in a tavern: "Beautiful women like that all have terrible tempers." But thinking about it... Besides Anna, even Celia occasionally throws tantrums. Not to mention Jessica... After dodging a few ice spikes, I realized I couldn't shake her off. She kept raising ice spikes to stab me, but fortunately, my martial arts skills allowed me to nimbly dodge every attack. If it were an ordinary mage, they would probably have been turned into an ice hedgehog by now. She was also annoyed by my constant dodging, muttering...
"All you do is hide, what kind of man are you?"
I turned around and gave her a bright smile, which only made her angrier. She began to chant a spell softly, her hands forming a triangle in front of her chest, and a blue particle of light rapidly condensed between them. I had seen this spell in a book; it was already a high-level spell. She was indeed no longer just a mid-level mage. Just as she was about to cast the spell on me, Ross's shout suddenly rang out behind her.
"I'm ready!"
She turned around in surprise to look at Ross. The situation was very unfavorable for her, but she was puzzled as to why Ross didn't launch a sneak attack. However, I had already teleported in front of her, another unexpected move. Most mages would habitually keep their distance. My actions made her wonder what my purpose was. Instinctively, she teleported backward, but then she realized my plan. Ross had erected a tall earthen wall behind her, blocking her teleportation because it couldn't pass through physical form. The lightning wrapped around my hands made her look around in panic.
As I fled, I left behind many iron beads engraved with lightning runes on the ground—traps set to gather lightning faster. She, focused on killing me instantly, overlooked these little things, and now it was time for her to pay the price. Now that she had seen through my intentions, she had no choice but to fight with all her might. She pushed out the light orb that had already gathered with both hands, but I was already close by. I forcefully struck her wrist with my left hand, pushing the light orb off its track. The lightning in my right hand immediately resonated with the surrounding runes, and a palm strike imbued with powerful lightning slammed into her soft, firm abdomen, and the lightning spread rapidly afterward.
Actually, I shouldn't have touched her abdomen with that palm strike, because she was covered by a layer of ice. While the lightning could barely break through it, it wouldn't be enough to harm her. But I forcibly broke through it with an energy-infused palm strike. Although it was somewhat unfair, her arrogance made me want to teach her a lesson. Of course, the most important thing was that this match was related to Jay's scholarship, so I couldn't afford to go easy on her.
Everything was progressing almost exactly as Ross planned. Earlier in the preparation room, Ross had already explained the intelligence and plan he had gathered. The other two, besides Fiona, were also very strong, but they had obvious weaknesses. One was underestimating his opponent, and the other was nearsighted. The four-eyed man knew fire magic, so using ice magic against him would quickly blur his vision. The girl, constantly protected by Fiona, had become somewhat complacent; once she started to show weakness, her weaknesses could be quickly found. As for
the one who encountered Fiona at the beginning, he could only pray for good luck and try to delay her, because her weaknesses were very difficult to find. The only advantage was the numerical superiority. Although some cheating methods were used, the match finally ended smoothly.
An unbelievable silence fell over the stage for a few seconds, followed by enthusiastic cheers. Ross laughed and waved to the stage, while Fiona slumped in disbelief, unable to comprehend how easily the ice shield had been broken. If I had only used a regular palm strike to break the shield, she would have had a chance to escape. At this moment, Jae was also freed and walked over. The unease she had shown before the match was replaced by the joy of victory.
"Unbelievable, Fiona actually lost, is this her first time?"
"There's nothing she can do, the two opponents were very strong, even she couldn't do anything about it." "What was that light-based cross just now?"
"I remember it was the Cross Light Prison, I didn't expect it to look so cool after it hit."
"Yeah, it's such an uncommon spell that someone actually uses it."
"Those three are really reckless, no wonder Fiona was caught off guard." "Haha, but it's really rare to see Ice Rose change her cold and arrogant expression." "Keep your voice down, or you'll regret it."
The stage erupted in heated discussion, like a pot boiling over. I extended my right hand to Fiona, she looked up at me, the confusion in her eyes quickly returned to its indifference, but she still grabbed my hand and stood up.
"You guys won this time. I underestimated you, but... never mind, congratulations." Her congratulations at the end sounded a little forced, clearly she didn't say that often. The pause in the middle showed she was still a bit confused about how I broke the shield, but she didn't ask. After speaking, she turned and left the arena. The bespectacled man and the girl followed her away dejectedly. The three of us left amidst enthusiastic cheers, while Red waited in the lounge with a big smile.
Seeing Red's radiant smile, Ross happily went up to him.
"How about that? You trusted me, didn't you?"
"Haha, I really didn't expect you to actually win. Here, this is your share." Red handed Ross a small bag, the crisp sound of silver coins clinking inside. Clearly, Red had made a lot of money from betting privately again, after all, Fiona was a big favorite. Jay frowned and said.
"Ray, you're still doing this kind of thing? Be careful the teacher finds out and expels you." "Don't say that, Jay. I'm just earning some living expenses. I don't have grades as good as yours, and I get scholarships almost every time." Jay wanted to continue lecturing, but Ross interrupted her.
"You must have made a lot of money this time, thanks to me. Tell me about any interesting things that have happened lately." "You always try to get information out of me, but this time it really is thanks to you, so I'll tell you a few things." "Hehe."
"The biggest thing recently is that there was a second explosion outside, similar to the one in Catherine, but this time it happened deep in the mountains. Fortunately, there were no casualties, but it is said that someone saw a huge monster on the mountain before the explosion, which seems to be related to the monster that escaped from Catherine." If the second explosion is similar to the situation in Catherine, does that mean that another sealing crystal has been damaged? And what about the monster he mentioned? Could it be that the monsters that escaped from the Bloodlust Mine are continuing to damage the sealing crystal? That doesn't make sense. They are just rampaging beasts, so why would they do something so purposeful?
"Another thing, I don't know if you've noticed, but Quills hasn't appeared for a long time. The school seems to have started a secret search for him. Even his high-ranking mage bodyguard, Thorne, has disappeared. No one knows their whereabouts. It's said that Quills had a conflict with a student recently. He was looking for him for a while and then disappeared. I'm afraid that student is the key." That student is me... But Quills really is missing. My recent dream was probably real. Why can't I remember anything? The coma last time was different from the previous demonic blood attack. I completely lost consciousness. And the demonic blood was clearly sealed. So what made me like that? I can feel the ruthlessness and indifference in the dream, which is different from the anger and bloodlust before.
I need to know what happened that night, but Argus is still refusing to see anyone. I need someone to experiment with memory reading, an ordinary person. Maybe I should try my luck in the shopping district. I said goodbye to Rosejay and left. This victory gave us a day and a half to rest, and I had to make good use of that time. I headed straight for the shopping district after leaving the training ground, but I hadn't gone far when I saw a ready-made target.
Darkness, endless darkness. Seril's eyes were open, or at least she felt they were open. Her eyes couldn't see anything, only endless darkness. Her eyes had been dripped with a potion made from ground light-eating grass, which could temporarily blind her, but they were dripping it into her eyes every day to prevent her from seeing their faces. But she knew that most of those men were students from the school, and the number of men who had entered her body these past few days was something she had never imagined.
Perhaps it was the same group of people, or perhaps different people, but she didn't know. Now they couldn't even speak, as if she were just a piece of flesh for sexual gratification. She didn't know when or what would happen. Only in the first two days had she seen Quirrell's withered old face and two students from other classes. At first, she tried to resist, but as her strength waned, she no longer had the power to stop her former students from inserting their young penises into her. The
Demon-Slaying Stone Bracelet—what an ironic existence. The magic she relied on for survival was rendered useless in front of a stone. She hadn't expected that the seemingly insignificant gatekeeper was secretly selling books from the school and collecting the few fragments of the Demon-Slaying Stone. He had mocked her. When he first inserted that ugly, aged penis into her, he mocked her. When he wantonly played with her breasts, he mocked her. When he forced her to lie on the bed and poured his thick semen into her body, he mocked her. He revealed his evil deeds of the past years, like a child who had done something great and was waiting for his parents' praise. Only, she didn't need to praise him; he already felt satisfied.
The pain of her daughter's death hadn't subsided, but it was replaced by endless torment. She began to lose her sense of time; every time she heard the door open, a chill ran through her. Only Quirrell spoke to her, and the silence was the most terrifying—it meant that a pair of hands would begin to roam over her body, sometimes more, sometimes more. After that dark tongue had licked her entire body, they would insert their penises into any part of her body they could manipulate: mouth, vagina, anus, breasts. Sometimes she even tried to judge whether someone had violated her by the size of their penis, but the thought only made her smile bitterly, if she could even smile.
She considered suicide, to end the pain immediately, but she was unwilling. The pain Quirrell had inflicted on her made her unwilling to accept it. The pain was gradually turning into hatred. Sometimes Quirrell would be gentle with her, wiping her body after he had used her, feeding her, even cleaning her private parts after she had relieved herself. But she knew this wasn't love. This twisted development made her even more determined to live. She would personally kill Quirrell; she would find every man who had violated her, even if it meant her own disgrace.
She was once a stunningly beautiful magician, her beauty captivating all the boys in the school. She eventually married her beloved husband, had a lovely daughter, and the whole family even taught at the most prestigious magic academy. Until an incident years ago, her husband left the academy because he couldn't accept the principal's decision, but she chose to stay for her daughter's education. She knew there was no better academy for magicians than Sriland. But her daughter fell in love with a young adventurer, and that thrilling adventure ultimately cost her her life, leaving her a human sex slave. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shed tears, the tears stinging her eyelids, but she didn't even have the strength to wipe them away.
"Squeak—"
A soft sound made her tremble. Someone had entered. Who was it? Who was it?
"Who is it?"
she realized she had said it unintentionally, but the other person didn't respond, meaning it wasn't Quirrell. The other person seemed stunned by her question, not hearing anything further.
"Who's there? Help me get rid of these chains!"
One second, two seconds, three seconds passed, but the voice remained as if it had sunk into the sea. This feeling was what made her most uneasy. Why wouldn't they answer her? She thought bitterly, but said aloud,
"I know you're there. Please let me go, help me!"
"Squeak—"
Another door opened. Had he left, or had someone else come in? Was it Quirrell? She quickly shut her mouth.
"Hey, what are you standing there for? Go up and take a closer look. Your goddess is right in front of you!" A strange voice, not Quirrell's, still had a touch of childishness; it belonged to a student.
"But…"
"But what? You see your goddess with her legs spread and you don't recognize her? Isn't that the goddess you fantasize about day and night, our famous Teacher Seril?" The boy's words chilled her to the bone. Seril knew he was deliberately mocking her, while the other boy sounded embarrassed, but footsteps were slowly approaching.
"How about that? Never seen your teacher dressed so provocatively before. She's a teacher, yet she's wearing a female student's uniform. Aren't you ashamed? Look at those big, sexy breasts of hers, they're almost bursting out of the uniform." As the boy spoke, he reached out his lewd hand, his thin palm grabbing the high, fleshy peaks hidden under the clothes. The soft touch spread through his palm, and even through the clothes, his hand almost sank into those full, round breasts. He rubbed them vigorously without reservation, each rub causing a surging tremor. In fact, Seril had no idea what she was wearing. For her, there was only the concepts of being naked and wearing clothes. The thought that she might have been played with by strange students while wearing all sorts of lewd clothes made her face flush.
"Please let me go! I won't tell anyone! I'll repay you!" "Really, teacher? I'll help you untie this now."
"Yes, please help me, that..."
The boy's sudden agreement startled Seril. Was she finally going to be rescued? But she immediately realized that what the boy meant to untie wasn't the same thing he was referring to. Several buttons bounced off the ground with a clear tearing sound. Their original positions were now completely breached. A pair of large, heavy breasts bounced out from under the black school uniform with the force of the tear. The strong visual contrast made the boy chuckle. There were no other clothes under the school uniform, which made Seril look even more lewd and wanton. It made people wonder if she usually only wore a jacket to class, using her mature and sexy body to seduce these students who were just beginning to experience love.
"No! Not there!"
"Then it's here."
Before Seril could explain, she felt a chill on her lower body as the skirt covering her was suddenly lifted. Seril even heard another boy gasp.
Her mature body, already tightly bound by ill-fitting clothes, now presented a breathtaking sight, her chest a sight to behold. Her proud breasts swayed gently with her heavy breathing, tempting one to reach out and feel their overwhelming embrace. Her long, white legs, shyly trying to close because of the skirt, were left with an alluring gap due to the shackles on her feet, as if welcoming something. Coupled with Seril's delicate face flushed with humiliation, it was unlikely any man could resist.
"No...no!"
"What's wrong, teacher? Didn't you tell me to let go?
" "You...you know that's not what I meant. Stop teasing me, let me go." "Teacher, do you enjoy being a sex slave here? Is it because we're making you feel good, and you don't want to leave?" "No!"
"Still saying no? Who's been shaking their ass on this bed these past few days, begging to be fucked?" "I didn't."
"No? I heard you say it with my own ears, shamelessly begging your own student to put their penis into your little cunt, pleading with that little mouth of yours." "It...it was you who forced me!"
"Oh, then who drank every last drop of semen?"
"No...it wasn't me."
"Lying is bad, teacher. You were much more honest when you were being sandwiched between two dicks." "No! Stop talking!"
Who was it? Who was this boy who had been watching her humiliation the whole time? They forced her to swallow that thick, disgusting semen, forced her to beg for mercy with all sorts of lewd words, even made her wag her ass like a bitch, waiting for their merciless manipulation. In the end, she did it anyway. She did it all to avoid more torture and humiliation.
"Enough!"
Another boy's sudden roar interrupted her chaotic thoughts. The boy from before seemed startled and turned to look at her. The boy was muttering something under his breath, but it was hard to hear clearly.
"Hey, are you crazy? You startled me. What are you muttering about? If you don't go for it, I can put on a show for you. Don't..." Before he could finish, he was interrupted again by another boy. The words he had been holding back for so long finally burst out.
"Slut!"
the boy roared again. With his roar, Seril felt the bed shake violently and heard rustling sounds. Then she felt her panties being forcefully pulled to one side. Before she could react, a hard, hot penis was already pressing hard against the entrance of her vagina. The large glans was hot and hard, eyeing that mysterious area menacingly. Seril could feel the excited trembling. He was going to come in, he was going to come in again. She was going to be ruthlessly ravaged and played with again. Seril cried out in despair.
A fierce thrust failed to find the right direction. The boy seemed inexperienced or perhaps too excited. Seril, after a moment of hesitation, grasped at a lifeline and began desperately twisting her slender waist. However, due to the chains binding her, she couldn't move much. The boy showed no sign of giving up. The second, third, fourth... The boy began to pant angrily. After several attempts, he seemed to change his mind about entering. For him, the teacher's soft, plump flesh had already given him too much stimulation. He simply began to thrust his lower body repeatedly at the entrance of her vagina.
From a distance, one would surely think the man and woman were lost in passionate intercourse. The naive and inexperienced boy knelt at the foot of the bed, his hands supporting the slender waist of the mature woman. His strong and capable lower body moved rhythmically, as if his young penis was vigorously exploring her warm and lustful orifice. Seril was speechless at this absurd act and could only helplessly shout for him to stop. The hot and throbbing penis missed its entrance time and time again, but it continued to caress Seril's sensitive areas, and a trace of pleasure gradually welled up inside her.
The frenzied intercourse of the past few days had made Seril's body increasingly sensitive. Before long, her instincts were awakened, and pleasurable juices began to flow slowly from the depths of her honeypot. After dozens of thrusts, the boy noticed the change in his teacher. He looked down at his large penis; the glans was now glistening with a thin layer of moisture, while her pink honeypot was already a muddy mess.
"Slut,"
the boy's tone was filled with endless contempt. Though the voice was soft, it struck Seril's chest with a resounding blow. Just moments before, she had forgotten to resist; the continuous pleasure in her lower body had left her dazed. But this word jolted her back to reality. What had happened to her? How had she fallen to this state? The long separation from her husband had almost deprived her of sex. Although she hadn't originally had a strong desire for sex, the recent constant intercourse had completely awakened her most primal desires, leaving her utterly helpless.
The boys next to them seemed more interested. Although Seril's body was alluring, they had already relieved themselves twice elsewhere that morning. They usually hung out with Quills, but Quills's recent unexplained disappearance had left them quite puzzled. Although Quills would occasionally share some women with them, there were a few girls he had never let them touch, and no one dared to lay a finger on the women he didn't share. But his recent disappearance had given these usually obsequious underlings an opportunity.
Although the bakery owner's daughter in the backstreet commercial district didn't have Seril's stunning looks, her pure and lovely appearance and her incongruously sexy, plump buttocks always made them feel hot and bothered. He couldn't explain why, but every time he saw that girl, he couldn't help but want to strip her naked and have his way with her. Without Quills' protection, that girl had been raped by at least five men more than twenty times in the past two days. But he had to admire Seril's endurance. When he ejaculated into her for the second time, the girl had already fainted, while Seril hadn't fainted even once in all these days, except for the time with "Giant Penis" Hal.
Lubricated by her own juices, the boy's movements became increasingly intense. Several times, his glans even pushed open the soft flesh between her labia, and their genitals began to make continuous "plop" sounds. Seril was once again gradually consumed by pleasure, struggling futilely in a half-dreaming state. Her hands were clenched into fists. If it weren't for the chains binding her, she wasn't sure whether she would stop the boy or rub her already unbearably itchy nipples.
"Mmm..."
A soft moan was Seril's signal that she had reached her limit. By now, her lower body was overflowing with juices. Although she was still making a final struggle in her mind, her body had given the most honest response. She wanted it, she wanted the penis to enter. The waves of itching and emptiness coming from deep within her honey hole were driving her almost crazy. But she couldn't say it. The boy before would have invaded her without restraint. She told herself that she couldn't do anything. She was forced. She didn't need to speak to be penetrated by the penis. But this time, it caused her immense pain. For the first time, she realized that she actually wanted to be filled by a penis.
The boy clearly sensed this. Although Seril was enduring it, he could clearly feel that his teacher's initial resistance had gradually turned into intentional or unintentional compliance. This made him look at the woman before him with even more contempt. The goddess aura she once possessed had vanished, replaced by the appearance of a lowly prostitute. Her angelic, perfect face now looked so lewd, and her large breasts seemed to be waiting for him to kiss them. But the pleasure from his lower body was growing stronger, and he felt he was about to ejaculate. The friction was gradually becoming insufficient to satisfy him.
"Still saying you're not a slut? Your juices are soaking the whole sheet." The contemptuous tone became even stronger. Compared to the other boys, his tone contained more anger and condemnation. In her dazed state, Seril suddenly remembered this voice.
"Be... Bem."
Seril's answer made the boy tremble. She knew me, she knew me. This lowly woman finally knew who I was, but that didn't change the fact that she was a slut! The boy, suddenly stimulated, reached the peak of excitement, his entire body stiffening and straightening, his lower body thrusting wildly a few times.
"Teacher Seril! I! Oh!"
With the boy's shout, his taut lower body pressed tightly against his goddess's private parts, his penis spurting wildly against the teacher's plump buttocks, the hot, thick semen causing Seril to let out a soft cry. For a moment, she wished that the semen could fill the depths of her womb, where there was too much emptiness that needed to be filled, but she could only let out a long, soft cry.
Without the teasing friction, all that remained was an exhausted child lying on top of her. The pent-up desires, with nowhere to be released, began to cool down. Bem was her class monitor, always wearing glasses, a quiet but trustworthy student. She had noticed his infatuation with her, but she told herself it was just a crush on a teacher. Now it seemed she was wrong. But why was Bem here? Had students from other classes been here too? How many people knew about her? And why hadn't anyone come to save her?
"Hehe, I didn't lie to you, did I? Everyone says your teacher, Seril, is a sow who likes to be fucked, and you didn't believe me." Bem shifted slightly but didn't say anything. Perhaps it was because he was too tired; he just pressed himself tightly against her, feeling the heat between them.
"But you're such a useless brat, you came before you even got in. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Now that you're done, get out of here. I only let you see the truth because of your brainless arguing for her. Now you've done it, so keep your mouth shut. Maybe I'll let you do it again sometime if I'm in a good mood. I'm already hard just watching you do it. Get out of the way, let me show you how I make her scream and moan." "Get out of the way."
"What?"
"I said, get out of the way. " "
Hehe, what did you say?"
"Get out of the way!"
Bem suddenly sat up, turned around and threw an ice spike at the boy. The boy staggered in fright, but still dodged to the side. He looked back at the ice spike embedded in the wall and cursed.
"Damn, why are you acting crazy after you're done?"
"Teacher, it's all mine!"
"Hmph, you think it's all mine? Which of us brothers hasn't shot inside her cunt? While we were fucking her, you were probably fantasizing about her somewhere. How can a whore who's been with everyone be your only joke? Today, we'll make you suffer!" The boy raised his hand and unleashed a large fireball. The two abandoned their chanting because the space in the secret chamber was limited, and they couldn't use wide-range magic. The crimson fireball, carrying scorching heat, rushed towards them. Bem quickly erected an ice shield. The moment the ice and fire clashed, there was a hissing sound, and thick steam rose up. Seril also gasped in surprise from the sudden heat, which forced Bem to turn his head away.
"You were far too careless!"
Upon hearing the voice, Bem realized he had made a mistake. The light in the corner of his eye grew even brighter. He instinctively dodged to the side, but the fireball still struck his shoulder. A searing pain immediately shot through his shoulder, but he had no time to pay attention to it. Another fireball was already upon him, so he had no choice but to block it with his ice shield again. However, the ice shield had become very thin after the previous clash, and sure enough, he felt the heat a few seconds later. The ice had melted completely. Fortunately, the flames had mostly dissipated, but the remaining impact still caused him to roll and fall to the ground.
"Hmph, you overestimating yourself. You think you're the only top student? A useless student handed over by a lewd teacher. Looks like she didn't teach you her bedroom skills properly either, you premature ejaculator." "Bastard! Shut up!"
Bem endured the pain in his shoulder, cupped his hands into a ball, and suddenly spread them forward. A fierce chill rushed towards the boy. The boy gritted his teeth and quickly dodged, but the ice and snow followed Bem's command.
"You actually know third-tier Frost Breath? Looks like I underestimated you. But how about this!" The boy suddenly stopped, having already donned a pair of gloves with runes while dodging. A slight smile played on his lips, as if he could already see the moment of victory. He threw a punch directly at the oncoming icy aura. A fist-shaped flame shattered the ice, sending countless small ice crystals flying out, which then rushed towards Bem. He hadn't expected the boy to carry a magic-enhancing item. He had thought these scoundrels who followed Quills were just idle playboys, but he hadn't expected this man's magic power to be above his own. The fiery fist struck him hard in the chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth. He felt the most painful moment of his life.
The brief clash between ice and fire destroyed many things in the secret room. The lady holding the cat was mostly burned, and another oil painting that had been added at some point was also completely burned. The lampposts were covered with ice crystals that looked like they would shatter at the slightest touch, and a lot of water vapor was still spreading from the ceiling. The boy walked up to Bem, who was lying on the ground, cursing. Looking at his chest, which was burned beyond recognition, he contemptuously stepped on Bem's blood-stained face.
"You should have obediently left when I told you to. You think everyone is like Quails, unable to use magic? You have a magic master like Thorne and you don't even bother to learn from him. Quails has recently disappeared, supposedly because he got into a fight with some kid. He probably won't be coming back. You'll be the scapegoat then. But whether he comes back or not, probably no one will care about the disappearance of an unknown nobody like you for a while. Hmph, looking at your pathetic state, you probably won't last much longer. I'll let you watch how I fuck your goddess before you die, see how I fuck her cunt until it's completely ripped open, hahahaha!" "Bem! Bem, how are you!"
Seril's voice finally reached Bem's ears, but it felt so distant. His eyes were stained red with blood, stinging and blurry. He watched the boy's figure walk towards the bed, heard the teacher's curses, but everything felt so unreal. Was he going to die? To die in such a place without any dignity, and the last thing he did was to molest his teacher.
He didn't know how he had believed the boy's malicious words, but when he saw the teacher tied to the bed, he wavered. When he heard the teacher shaking her large, white breasts and desperately denying it, yet without any credibility, his thoughts were out of control. He called the teacher a slut, his goddess. He was wrong, and he would die with this regret.
"Hey, kid, you're not dead yet, are you? Watch, I'm going to put it in. Thanks to your foreplay, this slutty cunt has been thirsting for you for a long time," the boy shouted, rubbing his penis back and forth at Seril's entrance, chuckling at his defeated opponent. This sense of conquest, taking what belonged to her, gave him an even higher level of pleasure. He wanted to fuck this woman hard, to make her completely submit to his big cock.
A soft incantation made him turn his head, only to see Seril's furious eyes. He froze for a moment; why were her eyes, which had been closed just moments before, now open? The potion in her eyes had worn off. When he saw the broken bracelet and shackles lying nearby, a chill ran down his spine. Tiny, shimmering ice crystals clung to the fragments of the bracelet; the recent battle had left magical remnants that shattered it, and the most direct consequence was the chill at the back of his head.
A strange smile appeared on his face, as if he wanted to explain something, but ice spikes had already pierced the back of his head. Countless small ice crystals slowly bulged from his forehead and the side of his head until blood spurted out, splashing onto Seril's chest and face. The burning sensation thrilled her; this was the pleasure of revenge. She was free. She had finally found a way to release the pain of losing her daughter. She would kill all the men who had violated her.
As she unshackled herself and rose from the bed, she saw Bem lying on the floor beside her. Flames had destroyed everything on his chest, and blood trickled from his mouth, but had stopped flowing, for the blood had cooled. The once quiet boy was now a shadow of his former self. His crimes were no longer important; because of him, she had found release. But she had no time to mourn him; she had to leave. She decided to keep this a secret for now, because she wanted to personally torture those people and make them suffer the same pain she had endured.
But who could she trust? She wasn't sure if all those who had assaulted her were students, but Quirrell and Quills's cronies were definitely involved. She had heard some of Quills's misdeeds, but she hadn't expected them to be this bad. Fortunately, from the conversation she had just heard, Quills didn't seem to be among them. After all, killing the headmaster's son was a troublesome matter for her, not to mention that Quills had Thorne as his bodyguard.
Seril gathered her thoughts and decided to go back and plan carefully. The only person she could still trust now was probably the one who had been her husband's friend for many years.
(The End)

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