Mu Lin lay sprawled on her back on the bed in her room. Noyes was away on business, giving her a rare day off. After having no free time since enrollment, she suddenly had no idea what to do with herself.
She pulled out an envelope she had just picked up in the hallway—a plain, elegant cover sealed with wax, no sender listed, only Theresa's name as the recipient.
I should deliver the letter first, Mu Lin thought, getting up, smoothing her clothes, and heading out.
Theresa's workplace was a small suite on the ground floor, with her office connected to an adjacent rest room.
The sister wasn't in the office. Only a tall, red-haired man sat there, his powerfully muscled legs propped on the desk, his massive frame making the chair beneath him creak ominously.
Rupert—Theresa's familiar, one of the extremely rare male possessed.
"Just leave the letter here. I'll pass it to her," the man said in a rough, deep voice. His sheer presence was like a mountain of muscle; even seated, he radiated overwhelming pressure, making Mu Lin feel like a trembling rabbit.
She placed the letter on the desk and hurriedly turned to leave.
"Wait." Rupert stopped her. "You're that one… what's your name again? The one who turns into a bone bug…"
He stood and stepped closer, looming over her for inspection. The muscular mountain rose higher, dimming the room.
"That day you looked like a scorched little chick. But now, looking closely… you're quite the beauty in the making." The burly man licked his lips, his tone turning suggestive. His gaze raked over her as if stripping her bare, making Mu Lin's skin crawl. "Have your breasts gotten bigger?"
"I'm leaving." The conversation veered into uncomfortable territory. Mu Lin turned to go, but a huge hand seized her shoulder and slammed her against the wall.
The red-haired man's enormous body pressed in, hands braced on either side of her head, trapping her in the narrow space between his arms.
"What do you think you're doing!" Mu Lin tried to sound stern, but she barely reached his chest. Rupert loomed, blocking her entire view; his potent masculine aura enveloped her, the sheer pressure making it hard to breathe.
"No rush. Theresa says your magic's a bit weak. As your senior, maybe I can teach you a thing or two." A lewd grin spread across Rupert's face as his thick thigh deliberately wedged between her legs.
"Let me go!" Mu Lin struggled desperately against his restraint, shouting for help as she bolted for the door—but before the sound escaped, a massive hand clamped over her mouth. Like lifting a chick, Rupert hauled her back, spun, and threw her to the floor.
The mountain-like bulk pinned the girl face-down. Her skirt was shoved up to her waist; iron-hard hands kneaded the bare thighs between stockings and panties, leaving red marks.
Her cries muffled, Mu Lin thrashed futilely beneath the powerful man. Her legs were forced apart, hips lifted; rough fingers rubbed her soft cleft through the fabric.
Noyes!
Mu Lin silently called the silver-haired priest's name as she endured the violation, tears streaming down silently.
Rupert toyed with her leisurely, callused palms slipping under her clothes to stroke smooth skin—scraping a small nipple one moment, pinching the swollen bud beneath thin fabric the next.
The girl beneath him sobbed, body trembling violently under his molestation.
Almost ready, he thought, pressing the bulge straining his pants between her thighs.
"Time to taste my big boy, baby~" Rupert murmured in her ear.
Mu Lin struggled wildly again, so fiercely that even Rupert nearly lost control. Aroused by her resistance, he straddled her fully, twisting her arms behind her back and pinning them.
Finally freed, her mouth unleashed a piercing scream. Her eyes flashed golden beast pupils; violent movement surged beneath her skin; her body twisted unnaturally.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa—no fair…" Rupert, startled by the change, quickly released her and backed off.
I'm screwed! I messed up!
Intense power flared from the curse seal on her chest. Agonizing pain struck; Mu Lin's half-transformed body convulsed violently. Bone-crushing torment tore a heart-rending scream from her.
Noyes appeared from nowhere, face grim. Without hesitation he activated the restraint curse, silently watching the girl writhe and wail on the floor.
The burly man stood beside him like a chastised child, wincing in sympathy as the witch rolled in agony.
When Mu Lin's eyes returned to normal, the curse finally ceased. Noyes stepped forward, lifted the sweat-soaked, limp girl into his arms, and—without a glance at Rupert—walked into the adjacent rest room and closed the door.
Being completely ignored by the priest relieved Rupert momentarily—but then a voice behind him sent cold sweat down his spine.
"You seemed to be having fun, Rupert~" The soft words carried infernal chill. Sister Theresa approached, her mask-like professional smile fixed on the hulking man.
She's definitely furious!
Rupert sucked in a breath, panicked. "Theresa, we agreed! You and Noyes promised not to get mad—that's the only reason I did it!"
"I told you to scare her a little. Who said you could actually touch her?" The sister's smile vanished, replaced by displeasure. "Just standing there with that build is scary enough."
"That's not what you said before!" the man protested desperately. "You said to put her in danger to awaken her potential. Who knew she'd nearly degenerate the moment she panicked?"
Theresa sighed. Many witches exploded with extraordinary power in crises. She had meant to help her old friend Noyes—but the situation spiraled beyond expectation, nearly causing Mu Lin to fully degenerate.
Weak and unstable magic—Noyes would have his hands full from now on.
"Rupert," the sister said seriously. "This stays buried. Not a word to anyone."
"Of course." The man wanted nothing more than to never speak of it again.
From the rest room next door came the girl's continuous moans, growing louder until they became uncontrolled cries of ecstasy.
The muscular man listened, face flushing, heat stirring within. He tugged playfully at Theresa's sleeve, drawing attention to the tent pitched in his lap.
Theresa rolled her eyes. "Handle it yourself." She turned toward the door.
The briefly deflated man grinned foolishly as she beckoned with a finger behind her back. His massive frame trotted eagerly after her.