Holy shit! Did I really waste that much 'ammo' just now?!
Alistair's mind went blank at the sight of the large beaker. Anna swirled the liquid slightly and brought it to her nose, sniffing it. She actually raised an eyebrow.
Alistair didn't know why she felt the need to smell it; he could smell the "scent of gunpowder" from where he was standing.
Gulp~
To Alistair's utter horror, Anna tilted the beaker and took a large swallow. It wasn't the whole thing, but the sound of her swallowing was incredibly loud in the silence.
She ignored his expression, licked a stray drop of white from her lip, and closed her eyes as if savoring the flavor. Even with Alistair's extensive experience, he was stunned for several seconds.
Flash!
Anna snapped her eyes open, staring into his. She exhaled hot breath.
"Alistair, it seems your 'stock' is quite abundant. This batch is very rich in both scent and texture. In fact, it's so thick it's almost like drinking jelly. Seeing how unfazed you are, I imagine you can produce several more cups. In that case, I might need you to stay a while longer."
A white light glowed from her hand, and the half-full beaker was instantly cleaned, turning transparent and spotless.
Wait, besides the obvious way, do you have another method to 'plunder' my ammo?
They were so close that her breath hit his face—breath that now smelled like his own "gunpowder," which he found a bit repelling.
Then, as if reading his mind, Anna stepped back, pulling out of his arms. She reached down and slowly pulled her habit open, revealing the seductive black silk stockings beneath.
The stockings were incredibly thin—like a transparent film. Alistair could clearly see the black lace panties underneath. Because she had used the beaker to catch his "fire," some of it had splashed onto her inner thighs during the recoil.
Those white stains, right between her meaty thighs and clinging to the lace of her panties, were maddeningly erotic. Especially with her calm face, it triggered a primal urge to destroy her composure.
When a nun, with a face of pure indifference, pulls open her robes to show you her secret garden through nearly transparent silk, stained with your own essence... can any man control his "little brother"?
Alistair couldn't. Since his brother was going to enjoy this, he deserved the best. He stepped forward, but Anna held a hand against his chest, stopping him.
"Alistair, don't do anything unnecessary. The punishment must be carried out entirely by the teacher. You just need to wait and surrender all your stock."
Her voice hadn't changed at all. To a bystander, it was a normal conversation, but in the middle of this, it was the ultimate insult to his manhood.
Alistair narrowed his eyes and activated [Life Return].
The previous methods didn't work? Fine. Now that his powers were back, his [Pheromones] could increase her sensitivity by dozens of times upon contact. He also used [Life Return] to prepare his cannon. He couldn't turn it into a drill, but he could certainly manage a 90-degree rapid rotation. He wouldn't stop until he turned her into a fountain.
Anna didn't stop. She reached for the crotch of her lace panties and gently tore a thumb-sized hole in the silk stockings. With a flick of a fingernail, she pushed the black lace aside, revealing a sliver of tender pink. It seemed to pulse and breathe. The small opening and the low position made the sight of that "breathing" pink flesh tease him, making him want to tear the hole wider to see everything.
While Alistair was distracted by the view, a tiny change appeared on Anna's stoic face. Even she couldn't stay entirely calm facing the final step. Her lips trembled slightly, and a flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes.
But it was gone in an instant, replaced by a deep, frantic desire that had been suppressed for over a decade.
Alistair noticed the tiny hole and felt insulted. A hole the size of a finger? Are you mocking me?
As Anna reached down to guide his cannon into position, Alistair grabbed her nipples, activated [Pheromones] to max out her sensitivity, and began to stimulate them.
Anna wasn't prepared for this. Her hands faltered. Alistair watched her, waiting for her to break.
"I told you, Alistair, you only... mgh..."
She stopped, taking a breath to steady herself. She tried to warn him again in that cool voice, but Alistair was waiting for that exact moment. He thrust his hips forward with "miraculous" strength, tearing the hole in the stockings wide open and pushing her panties aside. He breached her defenses in a single strike, reaching the very depths of her heart.