On Monday, Brian walked onto campus a different person. Apparently his life was a really lude version of Harry Potter now. He was a Warlock. He still didn't know everything that entailed. He didn't understand his relationship with Betsy. Was the transcendental vision-blowjob just an initiation rite? There were so many questions, so many things to learn about this new powers. What he did know was that life would never be the same. He saw the auras on every student he passed. Every one was made of different colors. He found he could dial up his ability to see them if he tried, otherwise there was only a very faint glow. These people had no idea of the forces at play all around them. The discovery of a secret world made him confident in a way he'd never been before. School seemed so mundane now.
He waltzed into his class with Mrs. Park in the nick of time. He took his seat, sprawled back on his chair, and quickly zoned out. He'd jerked off three times yesterday. But after the events at Betsy's apartment, it never left him completely satisfied. He was incredibly horny all the time, no matter what he did. As far as he could tell, Lust Magi had a vampiric nature. They gained power and satisfaction from feeding on others. That feeling of Betsy's aura bleeding into his own. He longed to feel that again. To feel her again.
His gaze drifted to Mrs. Park at the front of the classroom. She was an older woman, about 40, but by god did she still have a body. Her kids had not let her get out of shape. Brian's eyes wandered over her as she passionately lectured Chemistry. Her skin was olive toned, and her hair dark brown. He admired her MILF tits and wide hips, willed her to turn to the blackboard so he could get a view of her fat ass. A swelling sensation started below his belt. He jolted out of his erotic daydreaming like he'd been dumped in cold water. His stupid sweatpants were stuffed with tissue paper to even out the bulge, but even that wouldn't conceal an erection, not even close. He felt all his newfound confidence drain out of him as he awkwardly shifted his legs in an attempt to innocuously hide his growing rod.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Abby at the row of desks behind his. She turned her head from the blackboard and peered at him through her glasses with a curious expression. He saw her eyebrows scrunch up at his odd posturing. Her eyes slowly wandered downward, then opened up wide. Her face turned bright red as she snapped her gaze back towards the teacher. Shit, she'd probably gotten a full view of the halfy against his leg.
When class ended Abby got to the door before he'd even opened up his bag, skipping her typical drive-by greeting. He hoped he hadn't freaked her out too much. Maybe he could see if she wanted to play some online games or something later.
Bzzzzzz!
His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out in alarm, he didn't want another boner. The screen was lit up with a text notification from Betsy.
"Lesson 1 in 2 hrs from now."
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He felt the hard edges of his spellbook through his hoodie pouch as he ascended the stairs to apartment 8. He'd examined it since Betsy had given it to him. It was bound in dark leather, and a drawing was printed on the front in gold. It depicted an ethereal, androgynous being, with breasts, a penis, and ram's horns. It held its hands to the heavens amidst a stylized wreath of light. When he opened the cover he found only blank pages. He didn't actually know that it was a spellbook, but he doubted it was a bird watching journal.
He got to the landing, knocked on Betsy's door, and steeled himself for her presence, only to find somebody else receiving him when it swung open. What grabbed his attention first wasn't her green hair, or her multiple lewd tattoos, but her crop top that featured an intricate depiction of a skull vomiting smaller skulls. Betsy stood out because of her captivating features and sultry elegance, this girl just plain stood out.
She was short, and about his age, 19 or 20. A belt buckle style choker hugged her neck, and multiple piercings ridged her ears, which stuck out slightly from her medium-length, mossy locks. Her crop top stretched over cute, handful-sized boobs, and revealed a small waist with a pierced navel. Below that she wore camouflage paratrooper fatigues that hugged extremely curvy hips.
"Your the new guy?" her eyelined eyes looked him up and down with brows raised. "I mean nice aura but you look like you work in an ice cream truck."
"We'll work on his appearance." Betsy's voice sounded from around the doorframe.
"I'm guessing you're the other apprentice," he said.
"You got me Sherlock," she turned and walked inside, leaving the door open for him. "At least you're a guy, been too much of a pussy party around here."
As he followed, he saw Betsy in a form-fitting women's business suit, flicking through a weathered tome on the couch. Her long hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. She wore a thin, pink tie under her blazer. It pressed against the middle of her full chest, pulling her white button-up tight and accentuating her breasts on either side. She turned to him and smiled.
"Brian, this is Sam," she gestured to the girl with green hair, "I expect you two to play nice."
"Or naughty," Sam added with a smirk.
She was sitting with her legs up on a leather recliner he hadn't seen before. That left the remaining chair across from the couch to him. Betsy began talking as he sat.
