"Professor Agnes’s lingering thoughts flattered Lenna beyond belief."
Lenna gently blew into Agnes’s ear.
"Since junior Angela is here too, such a perfect moment must be celebrated—with me hosting, of course."
At that instant, her breathtaking profile rested against Agnes’s neck.
A sudden black-stockinged leg intruded, shattering the professor’s tangled thoughts. Lewd sensations pulsed intermittently from the soft flesh between her thighs—that forbidden zone exposed by lace garter straps, now under assault by lecherous hands.
"What do you think, Professor Sister?"
Lenna pressed hard, shoving Agnes from the hallway into the shadowy corner where she’d just bullied Lingling. Her boneless body pinned Agnes against the cold wall, delight flooding her as Agnes’s ample bosom flattened and deformed.
"No reply? Then I’ll take that as consent. I’m sure junior Angela would be thrilled too..."
Lenna’s peripheral vision caught Angela trailing close behind, Lingling lingering after her with a dejected expression still raw from reality, making no move to intervene.
Time ticked by.
Lenna’s arm grew sore.
She even found herself grudgingly impressed by Agnes’s willpower.
"I’m terrible, right? Exactly—I’m utterly rotten. So don’t expect anything from me, Professor Agnes. Now, I’ll release your hands..."
The iron grip vanished.
The suffocating, sticky sludge blocking Agnes’s nose and mouth slowly receded.
Agnes gasped desperately for the precious air—Lenna’s dark, gooey magic sludge had nearly choked her to death!
"Lenna... ha... Lenna..."
Unable to form full sentences, the reborn Agnes glared hatefully, her face flushed crimson.
"Or do you enjoy this?" Lenna teased lightly.
"Like hell!"
Agnes vowed never to endure it again.
Mouth gagged while being groped—like heaven and hell separated by a thread. Only fools would crave that suffocating thrill!
"But I distinctly..." Lenna rubbed her fingers together, inhaling their faint, sweet scent.
"Lenna! I’m truly, truly furious now!"
Dozens of tiny violet-red magic circles materialized around Agnes’s body.
Arcane magic activation—complex and potent, at least third-rank.
So the gentle rabbit bites when cornered.
Lenna’s eyes sparkled like starlit seas. "Planning to blast the academy building to rubble? Stay rational, Professor Sister. A teacher who can’t resist a student’s teasing isn’t very professional, is she?"
"Mind your manners, Lenna! You just molested me! If I report this, the academy will expel you—and not even your family can save you!"
Agnes’s fury was genuine now.
Being openly pawed by a student, nearly suffocated into humiliation—her dignity and principles shattered. For someone who cherished her career, this was unbearable. And Lenna dared to smirk right in her face.
How could she tolerate it?
"Apologize! And make amends!"
"Oh?" Lenna feigned surprise. "I expected harsher compensation. Just that?"
"You’ll replace my clothes and stockings. Offer a sincere apology. And earn my forgiveness!"
Agnes remained calm, her burning rage only sharpening her composure—and her beauty.
That was what stunned Lenna.
No wonder she’d join the future Hero Squad. As the Hero’s first mentor, Professor Agnes truly deserved the legendary title ‘Fate Navigator.’ One day, she’d break through to eighth rank, becoming the world’s first legendary Arcane Mage.
Arcane magic was the easiest foundational system to learn—but mastery was brutally hard. Like the oil-seller’s thousand-refined skill, it demanded relentless practice, unraveling arcane secrets. Effort mattered, but talent reigned supreme.
Agnes embodied both. Success was inevitable.
"Let’s talk elsewhere."
Lenna jerked her chin toward an empty classroom.
Agnes nodded but kept the swarm of miniature magic circles hovering behind her.
"No tricks. If you resist, my magic bullets will send you straight to the Imperial Sanatorium’s ICU. Think carefully, Lenna."
"I’m so scared, Professor Sister."
Lenna chuckled, pulling the door open—her voice utterly devoid of fear.
Wearing out three girls in one day left her body tired, but her mind buzzed with manic energy, undimmed.
At Lenna’s glance, Angela and Lingling slipped into the classroom. Last came Agnes, fully armed.
"Why are they here?" Agnes demanded.
"To watch the show."
Lenna wore an innocent smile.
"They’re my close friends. Worried for my safety. Problem?"
"......"
"Ah—Professor Agnes can’t bear to harm innocents with her powerful arcane bullets? Perfect."
Lenna’s smile widened, triumphant.
Beautiful. Lethally toxic.
"Lingling. Angela."
Her command cut the air.
Angela hesitated, but Lingling obeyed instantly, tiptoeing over to hug Agnes’s leg. Her huge, fluffy fox tail coiled around Agnes’s waist.
"What are you doing? Wait! Don’t come near!"
As the two girls tugged, Agnes’s magic circles wavered. Lenna seized the moment, activating Magic Surge. Black mist flooded toward Agnes at blinding speed.
"This aura... impossible. Sixth Rank...?!"
Agnes couldn’t believe her senses. Rechecking confirmed it—Lenna had ascended to Sixth Rank Necromancer.
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The academy had birthed another genius—a glorious triumph. Yet here she stood, opposing that genius, looking utterly foolish.
By seniority, she outranked Lenna. But in talent and power? She wasn’t worth Lenna’s little finger.
If she kept threatening expulsion, the academy wouldn’t punish Lenna—they’d force *her* to apologize!
Grovel before this heartless bulldozer girl!
Absurd!!
"Professor Sister? Why silent?"
Utterly absurd!!
