So hot.

I want…

For the first time, Maur actively wanted to do something. His body knew Evelyn too well—knew this scene too well.

That wild week in the Forest Fey teacher’s Mage Tower had carved a habitual memory deep into his bones.

Facing Evelyn now, it surged awake. But before, *she* always took the lead. Now? She was utterly distracted.

Even when Maur—*for the first time*—reached for her hand, gazed up with blurry eyes, and whispered, “Teacher…”

She didn’t move.

If Maur were clear-headed, he’d never do something so embarrassing.

But his mind was fog. Only instinct and memory remained.

To him, Evelyn’s silence felt endless. In truth? A single heartbeat.

“I’ll be back.”

The Forest Fey guided Maur to a shadowed corner, then summoned thick vines from the floor, weaving them into a soft bed.

She laid him down. Arm-thick vines coiled once more around his legs—

to keep an overheated Maur from wandering.

In this state, without guidance, he wouldn’t even think to cast magic.

Evelyn feared he’d stumble into danger.

Still not safe enough.

She layered *three* defensive spells around him—all Level 5 or higher:

block intruders and attacks, conceal his presence and blend him into the surroundings, alert her to abnormal life signs.

Maur’s robe held a permanent Level 4 concealment enchantment… too weak.

If she stayed, fine.

But she had to leave. This wasn’t enough to ease her mind.

“Teacher, no need for so many spells! I’ll take perfect care of Maur~”

Mavis’s voice sparkled with triumph.

Once this Forest Fey left? Maur would be *hers*.

Those defenses? Nearly impossible to breach… *if* you didn’t know their layout.

But Mavis did. The moment Evelyn vanished, she’d message her new support group—send high-tier anti-magic tools.

Alarming the teacher? Angering her? Mavis no longer cared.

Just escape with Maur before she returned.

Or… dive straight into the Endless Mire.

Sink deep beneath the bog. Even a Level 7 Legendary Spellcaster couldn’t reclaim him then.

Back in the swamp, she could have her way with Maur…

At the thought, tentacles hidden under her skirt trembled with glee.

Evelyn sensed it. She wouldn’t leave a student like this with *anyone*—

especially not a Swamp Behemoth who’d already chosen Maur as her progenitor.

Evelyn stood. “Student Mavis. Teacher doesn’t know where the practical test venue is. Lead the way.”

(She truly didn’t. School affairs meant nothing to her.)

Mavis’s smile froze. Then softened into sincere apology:

“I’m sorry, Teacher Evelyn! I don’t know either. Let me message a student who—*urk!*”

“Lie.”

Vines snapped around Mavis’s waist, dragging her toward the haunted house exit.

“Teacher dislikes liars. *Lead. The way.*”

So domineering!

Mavis clawed at walls with her tentacles, fighting the pull—

until a single Level 6 weakening spell turned all effort to dust.

“Damn it… *so close!*”

Dragged out by the Forest Fey, her protests fading…

…until silence swallowed them whole.

Maur curled tightly on the vine bed, fingers tugging desperately at his blessed robe.

*So hot.*

*So miserable…*

“Mmph!”

Alone. His hand drifted down. Lower.

“Huff… huff!”

Suddenly—gasps. *Not his.*

Succubus Belotti burst from hiding, skidding to the barrier’s edge.

“Waaah! Scary foes are *gone*… but I can’t eat him! Can’t eat him!”

Like a puppy spotting a lone meat bone—joyful sprint, then crushing despair.

She paced outside the shield, heart-shaped tail whipping anxiously.

Evelyn’s magic hid Maur from sight and sound.

But not the scent.

That soul-deep, intoxicating wave of desire—Belotti’s innate gift. No concealment spell could mask it.

“Ah~ Lord Maur! Waaah, *Lord Maur!*”

So delicious… right there… *why can’t I reach you?!*

If she slipped in now—she’d feast on that sweet essence!

Clutching her chest, whimpering, she rubbed the spot—

*thump.* Something sharp.

“Ow! Wait… what’s this?”

She fumbled under her bust, pulling out a tiny, jagged tooth.

“Huh? Belum’s tooth?”

Memory flickered: sneaking from the Demon Realm, she’d pocketed her sister’s shed baby tooth—a gift once, strung as a necklace.

After their rift, she’d stopped wearing it.

But that day… it lay right on her path. She’d slipped it on without thinking.

Reluctantly, she admitted it: this tiny fang still held a shard of power from Archdemon Belum, the Greedy Tyrant.

Without it? She’d have been devoured before leaving the Demon Realm.

…Wait.

*Wasn’t Belum legendary for shattering defensive magic?*

Trembling, Belotti unclasped the fang. Pointed its tip at the barrier.

*Touch.*

A dazzling crimson light erupted.

*Crack.*

*Crack-crack-CRACK—!*

The Legendary Spellcaster’s high-tier defense… shattered.