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The moment the headmistress left me alone in her office—after a final lingering touch I still felt burning under my skin—I was escorted through winding halls of dark stone and golden accents, guided by a student who introduced herself with a grin and curves that could put the moon to shame.
"Ayaka," she said, voice husky-sweet. "Top of my year. And lucky you… I've been assigned as your tour guide."
She winked, and I got the distinct feeling that this was not just a coincidence.
Her uniform barely counted as clothing. The skirt was tight enough to strain against her thick thighs, and the top was clearly tailored too small on purpose. Her long legs moved with slow, predatory confidence as she led me through every inch of the academy—the libraries, the spell domes, the alchemy gardens—each filled with women who looked at me like a feast served fresh.
But none of them could touch me.
Every time they tried to get too close, the magical ward my stepsister placed on me sent a crackle of burning force through their bodies. I could see the frustration in their eyes… and in some, something more dangerous. Lust curdled into envy.
Ayaka noticed. "You've been marked," she said casually, tossing a glance over her shoulder. "Mmm… smart girl, your sister. But even smart girls get overprotective."
She didn't ask for permission before pressing her body closer as we walked.
Eventually, we reached the dormitory tower—an elaborate structure of dark marble, candlelight, and stained-glass windows that shimmered with illusions. When we stopped at the top floor, she handed me a silver key.
"Private room," she said. "No roommates. That's… rare." Her tone turned teasing. "Almost like someone wants to keep you… all to themselves."
I didn't need her to say it. We both knew the headmistress had arranged it. Probably so she could slip in after dark without interruption.
I wasn't even sure if she had spelled me when she touched me earlier, but something about the way my thoughts kept drifting back to her lips told me I hadn't left that office completely clean.
Ayaka stepped in first, her heels clicking against the stone floor of my room. She whistled.
"Spacious. Candle-lit. Big bed…" She turned slowly, letting her hair fall over one eye. "Want me to test how soft it is for you?"
Before I could answer, she stepped close again, pressing herself against my chest. Her fingers dragged along my shirt, and then up into my hair.
"You're dangerous, you know that?" she whispered, lips brushing my ear. "You walk in and suddenly half the girls can't sleep. And I—"
She kissed me.
It started soft, teasing… then it deepened. She grabbed my collar and pulled me closer, her mouth hungry, her hips pressing against mine.
I stumbled back until my knees hit the edge of the bed.
Ayaka followed, climbing into my lap, thighs straddling me with practiced ease.
Her lips never left mine. Her hands never stopped moving.
And mine—traitorous as they were—found her waist, her back, her curves. Everything about her was warm and soft and urgent, as if she'd been holding this back for far too long.
She kissed like she needed it.
I was breathless when she finally pulled back, face flushed, lips swollen. "If the headmistress catches me in here," she whispered, voice husky with desire, "she'll do worse than brand me."
"Then why—"
"Because I have to know." She leaned down again, her lips brushing my neck. "What it felt like. Even if it's only once."
I didn't stop her.
And for a long moment, I let her keep kissing me, touching me, grinding against me with a hunger that sent fire through my veins.
Then—just when it felt like we were seconds away from giving in completely—Ayaka froze.
She pulled back, her breath ragged. Her eyes darted toward the door.
"She's nearby," she whispered. "I can feel her magic in the halls."
She climbed off me, straightening her skirt with trembling hands.
Before she left, she looked over her shoulder, biting her lower lip. "I'll be back," she whispered. "If she doesn't get to you first."
And just like that, I was alone again.
Lips burning. Heart pounding.
And already wondering when the next knock on my door would come.
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