“Even… even more *stimulating* content?”

Maur’s eyes widened. Teacher Evelyn stood right before him—but his mind was flooded with images of Mavis: tentacles whipping, cackling maniacally.

His body trembled involuntarily. He thrashed in panic.

“Y-you! Wh-what are you doing?! Don’t come closer! Don’t! I’ll scream—I swear!”

“H-help—! Help! The fey teacher’s forcing herself on a male student! H-help—Mmph!”

Unlike slimy, faintly fishy tentacles, the thumb-thick vines carried a fresh, earthy scent—pleasant, even.

But as they eagerly wormed into his mouth, probing deep into his throat, no aroma mattered anymore.

“Mmm! Mmmph!”

Teacher Evelyn wasn’t skilled at this. Her vine control came off rough.

Unaware, she kept urging them deeper—silencing her noisy student, preventing misunderstandings.

“A Mage Tower is a fortress crafted by high-tier mages. Like an extension of the spellcaster’s will, everything within obeys them.”

So even if Maur screamed until hoarse inside Evelyn’s Mage Tower, not a whisper would escape—if she willed it.

Yet she still chose to gag him.

As Maur once noted: she was a Forest Fey who cherished quiet. Human noise often felt overwhelming.

Rough vines forced involuntary tears from Maur’s eyes. Tear-streaked, he looked pitiful—

Like the rabbits in her Mage Tower garden.

The crying kind.

“Are the vines hurting you?” Evelyn mused. “This ‘stimulating content’… isn’t what humans imagine.”

She held zero interest in human “doing it.”

Though today’s Mage Tower air felt strangely restless, it was still tolerable.

“I only meant a special lesson. You’ve heard of it.”

Evelyn tapped her staff. Wooden floor parted—revealing a pitch-black hole.

“I usually toss failing students in there. You, Maur, were meant for it.”

When she sensed his intrusion, she’d conjured a vine double to teach while her true self returned to “chat” with the mischievous student.

“But your *seemingly* sincere apology made me reconsider. Clearly… you still need remedial education.”

The dark maw at her feet gaped like a beast’s throat, radiating dread.

Too close—Maur heard monstrous roars echoing from within.

*What?! Is her “stimulating content” tossing me to monsters to chase and torment?!*

*Does she plan to record it?!*

*No way! Not this humiliating!*

*Escape—now!*

Door sealed. Body bound by tough vines.

But the window behind Evelyn—pressed against her prep desk—remained open. Garden visible.

Yes! The Window of Hope!

Leap out, wind magic descent—freedom from this terrifying fey’s office!

Beyond it, escaping the Mage Tower would be easy!

“Mmm! Mmmph!”

Maur whimpered, straining to signal he wanted to speak.

The Forest Fey understood. Vines slowly withdrew. His jaw ached; lips reddened from rough handling.

“No more shouting,” she warned. “Or I’ll gag you again.”

*Damn her. Once free, I’ll make this fey pay.*

Maur said fiercely, “I was wrong, Teacher! Please release me—I’ll accept the lesson willingly!”

*Just wait, perverted fey. The second you let go… I’m gone.*

Evelyn studied him silently—then smiled.

“You’re lying again. No real remorse.”

No matter. She was a patient teacher.

She dispelled the magic. Vines went limp, slithering off his body.

*Now!*

“Wind—!”

Air swirled at his command, coiling around his feet.

His signature light-body technique—speed multiplied instantly.

Wind-aided, Maur shot toward the window behind the desk—the path to the Forest Fey’s garden.

“Hahahaha! Didn’t see *this* coming, perverted fey? My escape route!”

He even glanced back to taunt her.

Evelyn raised her staff slightly.

*Eep! Casting gesture—Transformation Spell?!*

*No! Can’t let her finish!*

Maur grabbed the nearest object and hurled it mid-cast.

*Crack!*

Rich wine aroma flooded the air.

The Golden Memory Wine shattered against Evelyn’s barrier.

Clear liquid spilled. At her calm “Reflect,” every drop splashed back onto Maur.

Lv.6 Defense: Unyielding Shield. Lv.5 Reflection: Repelling Current!

Truly a Lv.7 Legendary Spellcaster—two high-tier spells, instant cast!

But…

“Useless! Useless! You can’t stop me!”

“Farewell, damn fey! We’re not done!”

Taunts were routine.

Escape fast. Escape stylishly.

Wind magic lifted him—elegant leap toward freedom’s garden.

Behind him, the ever-aloof fey teacher stood frozen, staff raised.

Air thick with Golden Memory Wine’s sweet scent.

Shattering bottle. Golden liquid. Splashing onto Maur via her magic—looping in her mind.

Wine warmed by human heat released an even sweeter fragrance.

“…A little… hot.”

Burning hot.

Her body had never felt this way.

In the Golden Forest, Evelyn never drank. She never knew her tolerance was this poor.

Just inhaling the fumes plunged her into unprecedented drunkenness.

*I want to do something.*

Maur, drenched in Golden Memory Wine, made her… want to do something.

*He can’t leave.*

*I won’t let him go.*

Evelyn gave her staff a gentle wave.

“Hahahahaha… As expected of this young master…!”

Wind carried him past the garden—freedom inches away—

Then *snap*. Teleported straight back into the office he’d just fled.

*Snap.*

The window slammed shut.

“Eeep!!!”

Maur stared in horror. Evelyn stood before him—cheeks flushed unnaturally, eyes shimmering with rare, unsettling emotion.

“You can’t escape.”

She leaned close, pushing the trembling student onto the prep desk.

“There is no escape.”

“Maur.”