The midday sun beat down on Syux Academy like an overzealous dominatrix, but lisa couldn't feel the heat.
No, she was too busy fuming. Her internal temperature was probably hot enough to fry an egg on her forehead.
[Really? Really!?!?]
lisa paced back and forth in the gazebo. Armia and Isabella watched her from nearby, their heads moving back and forth like they were at a particularly aggressive tennis match.
"Did you see that smug bitch's face?" lisa exploded. "Oh, 'I want to have lisa as my partner', yeah, right. As if it isn't obvious that she's just trying to make my life more annoying!"
Isabella, sprawled across a bench like a cat, with one hand lifting up her head, raised a brow.
"You know, most people would kill to have a literal princess give them that kind of attention."
lisa whirled on her, eyes blazing.
"Yeah, well, most people aren't under investigation for regicide! It's not exactly a turn-on when your study partner thinks you offed her mom!"
[Although...] lisa's inner voice piped up. [No. No, no, no, no! That's not happening. Stop it!]
She shook her head violently, trying to dislodge that particular thought before it could take root. Now was not the ti for her libido to start calling the shots. She needed to think clearly.
"Eh, as long as she doesn't spend half the day accusing you of stuff, it shouldn't be that bad, right?" Armia asked.
"She will!" lisa groaned. "Every other conversation we have is gonna be her trying to not-so-subtly imply that I'm guilty of a cri I didn't commit. And, I bet you she isn't going to do ANY of the actual work for the project!"
"Maybe, but at least you'll have a nice face to look at." Isabella, smirking, followed that up with, "but perhaps we should focus on more pressing matters? Like, oh I don't know, our dear friends, the Shadow Mages."
lisa opened her mouth to retort, but Isabella cut her off with a grin that said she wasn't done.
"And, actually," she purred, sitting up with a flourish, "I might have a plan for that."
lisa and Armia turned to her, eyebrows raised in perfect synchronization.
"Oh?" lisa prodded. "And when exactly did you co up with this master plan?"
Isabella's grin widened, showing off canines that looked just a tad too sharp.
"While gagging on mommy's cock, of course. Nothing gets the creative juices flowing like a good old-fashioned ~skull-fucking~"
That was the most flowery, most elegant "skull-fucking" lisa had ever heard.
Armia made a choking sound that was probably supposed to be a cough. lisa just sighed, long-suffering and fond.
"Alright, let's hear it."
Isabella's eyes lit up.
"Picture this: a grand event. A special showcase, if you will. We invite rchants from all over to co see my latest invention - the wand. And who better to promote it than our very own purple-skinned magical prodigy?"
lisa blinked, her brow furrowing.
"Okay, but how exactly does this help with our Shadow Mage problem?"
Isabella's grin turned predatory.
"Think about it, babe. Those shadowy bastards know exactly how big a threat we are. There's no way in hell they'd pass up an opportunity to take us all out at once."
The gears in lisa's head started turning, picking up speed like a runaway freight train.
"So... we're basically setting ourselves up as bait?"
"Bingo!" Isabella chirped, looking far too pleased with herself. "We lure them out, kick their asses, and promote my invention all in one go. It's like killing two birds with one stone, except the birds are assassins and the stone is your sexy purple fist."
Armia nodded slowly, a smile spreading across her face.
"That's... actually not a bad plan. Risky as all hell, but not bad."
lisa felt a grin tugging at her own lips, the earlier frustration lting away like ice cream on a hot sidewalk.
"Alright," lisa said, clapping her hands together. "Let's do this. But if I end up dead because of this harebrained sche, I'm coming back to haunt your sexy asses for eternity."
Isabella's grin turned sultry.
"Promise?"
Armia groaned, rubbing her temples.
"I'm surrounded by horny idiots."
As the three of them began to hash out the details of their plan, lisa couldn't help but feel a spark of excitent. Sure, they were basically painting giant targets on their backs, but hey - at least it wasn't boring.
And who knew? Maybe by the end of all this, she'd have cleared her na and taken these guys down once and for all.
[Now that,] lisa thought, a wicked grin spreading across her face, [would be one hell of a happy ending.]
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lisa burst through the front door of her ho like a purple whirlwind, her horns nearly catching on the doorfra. Isabella and Armia trailed behind her, looking like they'd just survived a particularly rowdy carnival ride.
"Ho sweet ho!" lisa announced to no one in particular, her voice a mix of relief and lingering frustration from their earlier planning session.
Isabella sidled up next to her, a mischievous glint in her eye that could make a saint sweat.
"You know, all that talk earlier gave a few... ideas."
lisa turned to her, eyebrow raised so high it threatened to escape her forehead entirely.
"Yeah, like what?"
Isabella's grin widened, showing off canines that looked just a tad too sharp.
"That 'strap-on' you ntioned way back when... I really should try making one of those, I think."
"Really?" lisa raised her brows. "You're already packing, though."
"lisa, co on," Isabella rolled her eyes. "It's obviously not for . It's for you."
lisa rolled her eyes.
"You reaaaaally want to find a way for to rail you, huh?"
"Ab-so-lutely~" Isabella sauntered over, arms wrapped around lisa's shoulders. "You don't know how many tis I've dread of you bending over."
"Well, if it's just that, I could just do that right now!"
Suddenly, as Armia pulled back, blushing and brows raised, lisa pushed Isabella onto the couch and bent her over.
"Boom, boom, boom! Take my fucking cock!" lisa yelled as she tried her hardest not to laugh.
"Aaah~ You're so deep!" Isabella played along, arching her back and moving her hips back to et lisa's.
As lisa pretend-fucked Isabella's ass, a familiar voice caught her attention. She turned, her eyes widening at the scene before her.
There, in the back of the room, was Jaylin. And next to her, looking like a student hanging on her teacher's every word, was Margaret.
They were... doing magic?
[Oh?] lisa thought, her inner voice a mix of surprise and sothing that felt suspiciously like guilt. [When did this little study session start happening?]
She watched as Jaylin guided Margaret's hand through a simple spell motion, her usual scowl replaced by an expression of intense concentration. Margaret's face was lit up with childlike wonder, her red eyes sparkling as a small fla danced above her palm.
[Aaaaah, I promised I'd teach her,] lisa realized with a start. [Fuck sideways, I completely forgot with all this bullshit going on.]
The guilt hit her like a ton of bricks. Here she was, acting like she was clapping her kitsune girlfriend's cheeks, while her own mother was learning magic from... Jaylin? Of all people?
[Talk about an unlikely duo,] lisa mused, her head tilting to the side as she observed them. [It's like watching a grumpy cat teach a excited puppy how to ow.]
"Well, well, well," Isabella's voice cut through lisa's thoughts like a hot knife through butter. She was still bent over, grinding her ass against lisa's groin. "Looks like auntie found herself a new playmate. Jealous, lisa?"
lisa spanked her ass hard.
"Shut it, you. That's my mom."
"So?" Isabella asked, one brow arched high.
[... She kinda has a point there,] lisa thought, recalling the taste of Margaret's clit.
Before lisa could respond, Margaret looked up, finally noticing their presence. Her face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
"lisa, honey!" she called out, waving enthusiastically. The fla in her hand flickered dangerously close to Jaylin's eyebrows. "Look what I can do!"
Jaylin, for her part, looked like she was seriously reconsidering her life choices.
[Well,] lisa thought, a grin spreading across her face despite the lingering guilt, [this ought to be interesting.]
She strode forward, ready to praise her mother's newfound skills and maybe, just maybe, figure out what the hell was going on between her and Jaylin.
[And hey,] her inner voice chid in, [if things get too awkward, I can always use Isabella as a distraction. One ntion of 'mommy's cock' and we'll all be too stunned to rember why we were uncomfortable in the first place.]
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