"Now then," she says briskly, standing up and walking around to the front of her desk. "There's still a bit of class left before lunch. Let's get back to learning about banishing magic." Her tone is firm but not unkind, and it's clear that she expects you to follow along.

"Well," she says with a wry smile, "perhaps it's time to find out." Her voice is low and seductive as she steps even closer to you, her body brushing against yours almost teasingly. She reaches up, running a hand through your hair before trailing it down your chest, over the bulge in your pants that has grown noticeably larger since she sat down.

Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, "What do you say, Grey? Would you like to find out what happens next?"

The room quiets once more as the damage slowly reverses itself. By the time the final crack in the ceiling vanishes, most of the students have returned, watching you with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. Luna approaches you, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I think this is a good opportunity for us to talk about your training," she says quietly. "We'll need to help you learn to focus that kind of power without leveling half the campus."

Luna smiles thinly. "Understandable. But we must also teach you restraint."

She leads you outside into the courtyard where fewer prying eyes will see what comes next. Once there, Luna closes her eyes briefly before opening them again - now filled with a swirling vortex of colors that seems to draw you in.

"Close your eyes and focus on the feeling of chaos within you," she instructs softly. "Imagine harnessing it like water behind a dam; powerful yet controlled."

"W-well..."

Evelyn stammers slightly, glancing around nervously before lowering her voice to a whisper.

"It's said that your ancestors were masters of shadow magic... that they could manipulate darkness itself, bending it to their will."

She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she continues.

"Some even claim that your bloodline has ties to the underworld, that your kin have made pacts with demons and other malevolent beings..."

Her words hang in the air between you, heavy with implication and dark rumor.

As class comes to an end and students begin filing out of the room, you make sure not to miss a word Professor Lily says. Her office is on the second floor, just down the hall from your left. You can't wait to see what she has in store for you...and to show her exactly how eager you are to learn.

After class, you hurry to Professor Lily's office, trying not to seem overly eager but still managing a spring in your step. As you approach her door, she looks up from her desk and offers you a knowing smile before gesturing for you to enter. The room is small but cozy, filled with books on various transformation magic techniques and ornate trinkets adorning every surface.

Professor Night Veil can't help but look nervous and excited all at the same time. Her breath comes in short gasps as she stares at you with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her tight-fitting robe. Finally, she musters up the courage to speak. "Y-yes," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I want to see."

Her heart is racing now, anticipation making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else.

As your fingers snap, Professor Night Veil feels an unfamiliar sensation wash over her body. At first, it's like a warmth spreading through her chest and hips, but then it grows more intense, almost painful. Her breasts suddenly feel heavier, fuller, and more sensitive than they ever have before; the tips harden into rock-like points that strain against the fabric of her robe.

As Aria's fist connects with nothing but air, you duck to the side, avoiding her follow-up kick as well. She spins around, catching sight of you again before you can retreat further. "You're good," she admits grudgingly. "But I won't go down that easily."

Her expression hardens into a grim mask, and with renewed determination, she launches another assault on your position.

Aria laughs bitterly, reaching out to grab the back of your head. She lifts you off your feet and tosses you in the air like a ragdoll. Then, she lands with grace and control, her legs wrapped tight around yours to support her weight. As she does so, she pulls a small object from within her belt. It's a small silver ball that lights up when she moves it.