Mom is a mage【2】

Chapter 11

“Bang!”

The heavy, final slam of the bathroom door punched straight through the wood and into Tony’s ears.

That sound hit him like a fist to the chest, right on the raw, throbbing edge of the lust that had just been stoked white-hot.

Tony held the phone up, staring at Amelia’s face still talking, still full of concern. He kept his expression carefully blank, even forced a thin smile, but inside he was burning.

That was Chihiro-sensei. Those fucking massive I-cups. Those perfect long legs wrapped in black stockings…

Tony was screaming inside, pounding his own chest in pure frustration, but he couldn’t show a single crack.

“Uh… Amelia.”

He raised a hand, covered his mouth, and faked a huge yawn, letting his eyes go deliberately hazy. “I’m really wiped… can barely keep my eyes open.”

On the other end of the screen Amelia finally stopped her endless lecture. A flicker of apology crossed those cool eyes, like she realized she’d gone on too long.

“Then… get some rest. And please, be careful from now on.” Her voice softened, carrying the faintest trace of shy heat. “Good night, Tony.”

“Good night.”

The call ended. The screen went black.

Tony let out a long breath and shoved the phone back into his pocket. He raked a hand through his hair, still messy from the helmet, irritation crawling under his skin.

He yanked the bathroom door open and stormed into the dorm like a man on fire.

Empty.

The white lab coat Chihiro had stripped off and left on the floor was gone. Only a faint trace of her mature, womanly perfume still hung in the air.

Tony refused to accept it. He burst out into the hallway.

The long corridor was dead quiet except for two logistics robots still grinding away without rest.

He glanced toward the elevators. The floor indicator on one of them showed it had already dropped to the first floor.

Tony clenched his jaw and jammed the button for the other elevator.

The car dropped fast. A stubborn scrap of hope still clung to him—maybe Chihiro-sensei had just gone down to grab something, or she was sulking, and if he caught up and sweet-talked her for a minute…

Ding.

First-floor lobby.

Tony shot out of the elevator, eyes sweeping the entire space in a frantic pass.

Nothing.

He even shoved the main doors open and stepped out into the campus night. Summer wind carried a cool edge across the empty avenues. Not a single shadow moved, let alone Chihiro’s sinful silhouette.

Tony deflated like a punctured balloon, scratching the back of his head in defeat.

He sighed and started walking aimlessly along the glowing stone path that cut through campus.

Before he realized it he had reached the central garden of the academy.

Even deep into the night the garden—built exclusively for mages—looked like something out of a fever dream.

There were no ordinary streetlamps. Instead, floating magical fixtures drifted everywhere, shaped like flowers, butterflies, birds. Each one held a tiny amount of fluorescent Lust Element. Free of gravity, they drifted between the treetops and through the grass, casting soft blues, lavenders, and warm ambers that turned the whole place into a living fairy tale.

The air smelled of flowers and damp earth, broken only by the clear chirp of cicadas and the occasional frog croak from somewhere in the dark.

Tony found a bench and sat.

The night breeze brushed his face, cool and slightly moist. Comfortable.

Watching the magical lights drift lazily overhead, the tension that had been wound tight inside him all day finally began to loosen.

“This is where I’m going to live from now on.”

He leaned back, closed his eyes, and the image of Mom Emma’s devastating face rose behind his lids—along with the body of the Water Goddess that could drive a man insane.

“Just wait… I’m going to get stronger.”

…

At the same time.

In the busy western commercial district of Seoul, on a quiet side street.

A high-end women’s clothing boutique—wide frontage, pure French romantic décor—received two very special customers.

The Fire Goddess and the Water Goddess, fresh from that heart-stopping battle, had rushed here to purge the Lust Element from their systems.

Both had already changed into ordinary clothes.

The Fire Goddess wore a deep-red tight slip dress under a black silk shawl. Those massive L-cup tits strained against the thin fabric like two volcanoes ready to erupt, bouncing hard with every step. The Water Goddess had slipped into a water-blue silk jumpsuit that hugged her impossibly narrow waist and full G-cup breasts so tightly it left nothing to the imagination.

They walked straight to the register at the very back of the shop.

The young clerk in a neat uniform didn’t ask what they wanted to buy. She simply smiled, gestured “this way,” and stepped aside with practiced respect.

The moment she moved, the display wall lined with expensive scarves gave a soft mechanical click and slid open left and right, revealing a hidden passage.

This was the secret Seoul West branch of the Magic Management Department’s Sex Department.

The two women stepped through without hesitation.

Beyond the disguised doorway lay a cold corridor reinforced with high-strength alloy. At the far end stood a heavy silver fingerprint door.

After rigorous dual verification—fingerprint and retinal scan—

“Beep—Identity confirmed. Welcome back, Fire Goddess, Water Goddess.”

The thick metal door slid open.

The space beyond was nothing like the romantic boutique outside.

It was vast, laid out like an exclusive private hospital, but the lights had been deliberately dimmed. Only soft pink and deep-blue wall lamps glowed with a deliberately dirty heat.

The air hit them first.

The second they crossed the threshold a thick, almost syrupy scent slammed into their faces—layers of expensive perfume, disinfectant, and the raw, musky, dripping scent of dozens, maybe hundreds of female mages in full heat. The smell had fermented in the sealed space until it became pure aphrodisiac poison, the kind that could strip a normal man of every last scrap of reason in a single breath.

Every female staff member moving through the space wore the same “uniform.”

A tight white T-shirt on top. On the bottom, black micro shorts made of some ultra-stretch silk that clung like a second skin. The cut was so vicious that every single pair of those shorts dug deep into the women’s crotches, outlining a sharp, obscene camel toe. You could almost see the exact shape of their pussy lips through the fabric.

They walked around like it was nothing, long past any shame about being put on display like meat.

On the left side of the hall a massive one-way glass wall stretched the length of the room.

Behind the glass the lighting was even darker.

Inside, a neat line of men stood waiting.

They came in every shape and size, but every single one of them had the same hard, balanced muscle. Their faces were locked inside special black leather masks that covered the lower half completely and sealed their eyes under thick blindfolds, stripping away every last scrap of sight.

The only thing left on their bodies was a pathetic pair of boxer briefs.

Next to each man stood a small holographic projector throwing a crystal-clear 3-D image of his actual face and head into the air, complete with basic physical stats floating beside it.

The whole scene was grotesque and cruel.

These men stood there like meat on supermarket shelves—or products that had already been stripped of every scrap of dignity—waiting in silence for the high-and-mighty mages on the other side of the glass to pick them out.

Every one of them had signed up voluntarily to become a one-time “living sex toy.”

Some did it for the money. Some did it for the delusional fantasy of getting to touch a real mage.

What they didn’t know was that the second those blindfolds went on, they lost the right to even know which mage was using them. Worse—an ordinary human body could never handle the violent Lust Element raging inside a mage.

Every single release was a dance with death. Most of these men ended up so thoroughly poisoned by Lust Element that their minds shattered and they went insane. Some suffered physical mutations and degenerated into mindless low-level monsters that the Assassin Department quietly erased. Only a tiny handful with rare talent—or pure dumb luck—walked away with a thick envelope of hush money and a chance at a normal life again.

The Fire Goddess and the Water Goddess had seen this circus a thousand times.

They walked straight to the massive medical-pod-style machine in the center of the hall.

Each of them laid a hand on the scanner panels on either side.

A soft blue light swept across their palms. A hair-thin probe flicked out, pricked the pad of each woman’s thumb, and drew a single drop of blood.

A few seconds later two holographic screens lit up above the machine, displaying their remaining Lust Element percentages.

Left screen: Fire Goddess — Lust Element: 10%.

Right screen: Water Goddess — Lust Element: 3%.

“Three percent?!”

The Fire Goddess’s eyes went wide behind her mask, pure disbelief flooding her face.

She whipped her head around and locked onto the Water Goddess.

“Water Goddess—how the fuck is that even possible?!”

Shock cracked through every word.

The most expensive, high-grade absorption toys in the Sex Department—the ones covered in top-tier mana-draining arrays—could only drag a mage’s Lust Element down to around 7% on a good day.

And the rare male mages with special constitutions? Even the strongest of them, after being wrung dry of every last drop of cum, could only push a partner down to 3%.

But the Water Goddess had just fought a brutal battle in the mall that afternoon. She’d even been hit with the Order of Doom’s heat-trigger drug that was designed to detonate Lust Element on contact. Her levels should have been off the charts.

Yet here she stood at a clean 3%.

To the Fire Goddess it was pure fantasy—unless…

Unless last night she had fucked a man with a special constitution so high it was off the charts.

Looking at the Fire Goddess’s completely unhinged expression, the Water Goddess’s perfect face curved into a secret, thoroughly satisfied smile.

“Didn’t I already tell you?”

She lifted a lace-gloved hand and brushed a strand of blue hair behind her ear, her voice dripping with sweet, filthy satisfaction.

“I went on a date last night.”

The memory hit her instantly—Tony’s explosive young body on that transparent glass bed in the sky restaurant, that thick cock slamming her over the edge again and again.

The Water Goddess’s eyes went hazy. Her thighs rubbed together without thinking. “Mmm… he completely conquered me. That feeling of being stretched full… it was unreal. You should try him sometime.”

The Fire Goddess narrowed her eyes, the kind of look that could peel a person open, and dragged her gaze slowly up and down the Water Goddess’s body.

The soft, well-fucked glow on the Water Goddess’s face, the lazy heat in the corners of her eyes—yeah. She wasn’t lying.

“What kind of stupid luck did you have to stumble into a man that good?”

The Fire Goddess muttered it acidly in her head, but out loud she just gave a cold, haughty snort.

“Hmph. Don’t need it.”

She pushed her chest out. Those massive L-cup tits swayed hard under the thin slip dress, her voice tight with frustration and pure irritation. “I’ve already got someone picked out. If that Order of Doom trash hadn’t ruined everything tonight, I would’ve—”

The second she thought about how she was supposed to be fucking her own son tonight—how that sudden attack had completely wrecked the plan—Emma’s chest tightened so hard she wanted to spit blood.

The Water Goddess watched her friend’s barely-contained rage and curled her lip.

“Well, you finished the scan. Go pick one of these men and get it out of your system.”

“I…”

The Fire Goddess bit down on her full lower lip, a flash of helplessness and real pain crossing her eyes. “Tony just got attacked. He’s hurt. I don’t have the mood to fuck some random guy.”

She couldn’t exactly tell her best friend that the man she was supposed to be riding tonight was her own blood son. Buddy would never let her live it down.

The Water Goddess sighed softly, stepped closer, and took the Fire Goddess’s hand.

“Tony’s already been taken to the Magic Academy. Highest-level security in the country. That’s the best place for him right now. Don’t worry so much.”

The Fire Goddess gave a silent nod.

Right then a female staff member in the same tight white T-shirt and micro shorts strutted over, hips rolling, a glowing tablet in her hands.

“Fire Goddess. Water Goddess.”

She gave a small bow, eyes flicking over the screens in front of them.

“Both of your Lust Element levels are currently within the safe range. Would either of you like to proceed with a release procedure?”

The Water Goddess waved a lazy hand. “I’m good. Feeling great right now.”

She turned her gaze on the Fire Goddess beside her.

The Fire Goddess bit down harder on that plump lower lip until a thin line of blood appeared.

Her situation was pure hell.

Her lust had already been fully lit hours ago.

On the subway, fighting those B-rank monsters, she had been forced to pour out a massive amount of fire mana. Old heat never cooled; new heat just kept stacking. The Lust Element was building so fast her lower belly felt like a furnace ready to explode. She was half out of her mind with it.

Her pussy—already soaked through—kept leaking thick juices straight through her panties, the insides of her thighs slick and sticky.

“Hah…”

The Fire Goddess sucked in a deep breath, forcing down the urge to clamp her thighs together, and kept her voice as flat as she could.

“Any… new programs lately?”

The clerk swiped smoothly across the tablet.

“Let me check… ah. Got one.”

She looked up with a professional smile. “The research division’s lunatics just finished modifying a tentacle monster. They cut out part of its central nervous system so it can understand simple commands.”

“Its suckers can pull Lust Element straight out of a mage’s body. Efficiency isn’t great—tops out around 7%—but the mages who’ve used it all say the sensation and the reactions are… excellent.”

The words “tentacle monster” hit the Fire Goddess like a spark.

Her mind flooded with the filthy memories of other mages she’d seen on missions—those disgusting creatures wrapping them in tentacles, forcing them open, making them squirt and scream.

A sharp, filthy rush of taboo and pure kink punched straight through her last scrap of reason.

“Gulp…”

The Fire Goddess swallowed hard, thighs clamping shut on pure instinct.

She gritted her teeth, eyes burning with raw, crazy lust.

“Take me there.”

The Water Goddess raised an eyebrow, a little surprised at how desperate Mom looked.

“Have fun.”

She teased.

The Fire Goddess didn’t answer. Her head was already full of thick, slick tentacles. She followed the staff girl without a second of hesitation, heading straight for the heavy iron door marked “Special Services” at the end of the corridor.

The thick, filthy scent of aroused pussy in the air seemed to grow even heavier.

Back at the central garden of Seoul Magic Academy, the deep night felt unreal—quiet and dreamlike.

Tony strolled along the glowing stone path. The night breeze brushed away the last of the frustration from missing Chihiro.

Magical lanterns shaped like flowers, birds, and insects drifted freely overhead. Soft blues, lavenders, and warm ambers mixed together, casting shifting shadows over the strange plants. Occasional crisp insect calls rose from the grass nearby, weaving with the broken frog croaks from the artificial lake into a quiet summer-night lullaby.

Tony sat on a bench, tipped his head back, and watched the magical lights circling above. He drew a deep breath.

“The place is perfect. No complaints.”

He pulled out his phone and checked the time.

“Wonder if Mom’s asleep yet.”

Mom’s face rose in his mind—that always-gentle smile, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye. So much had happened today. He’d already told her he was safe on video, but he still wanted to hear Mom’s voice again.

He opened WeChat, found Mom’s pinned profile picture, and hit the video call button.

“Beep… beep… beep…”

The ringing echoed through the quiet garden.

It rang for a full thirty seconds before the screen finally flashed: [The other party’s phone may not be nearby. Please try again later.]

“Huh? Is Mom asleep?” Tony scratched his head and glanced at the time again. “Yeah… it’s late. Mom was out playing mahjong again today. She’s probably already exhausted and out cold.”

He had no idea that right now Mom was deep inside the dark special-services room of the Sex Department, tightly wrapped in the thick tentacles of a modified monster, lost in the most extreme taboo and filthy heat, completely unable to answer his call.

Tony pushed the little disappointment aside, raised his phone, and recorded a long video of the glowing magical lights above and the sleek, high-tech teaching buildings in the distance.

“I’ll save this for Mom tomorrow. Mom’s definitely gonna love it.”

The second he hit the stop button—

“In a good mood, huh?”

A cool, low, magnetic female voice—sharp enough to cut straight into the soul—drifted out of the shadows of a side path without any warning.

Every muscle in Tony’s body locked tight.

His senses, already sharpened by Lust Element, hadn’t caught a single hint of anyone approaching.

He snapped his head around, eyes cutting like blades toward the sound.

At the edge of the mottled magical light and shadow, a black figure slowly stepped out.

A woman.

Not especially tall—around five-seven—wearing a pure-black tight combat suit that looked like night-ops gear.

The moment she fully left the shadows and stepped into the light, Tony’s breath stopped cold.

Her proportions were pure exaggeration.

Long, slim limbs. A waist so tiny two hands could easily wrap around it completely. But under that skintight black combat suit, her chest carried a pair of terrifying tits the size of bowling balls.

Definitely past K-cup territory.

The high-tech black fabric was stretched so thin it was almost transparent, fine stress lines visible where the material strained. With every step those two heavy meat mountains bounced and rolled hard, like they might tear free of the suit at any second. The deep cleavage was a black abyss that swallowed the eye.

Lower down, beneath that impossible waist, sat an absurdly wide, heavy ass. The black suit hugged every curve of those thick, high cheeks. As she walked, the two fat mounds bounced and clapped against each other, sending thick waves of flesh rolling under the fabric.

A black tactical mask covered most of her face, leaving only a pair of deep, cold eyes that looked like they could see straight through everything. Her long black hair was tied back in a tight, practical style, swaying lightly with her movement.

Tony shoved his phone into his pocket and stood, watching the ghost-like woman with full caution.

“Are you a student here… or a teacher?”

She didn’t answer right away.

She moved with the silent, elegant steps of a big cat, stopping about five meters away.

Tony’s nostrils flared. Extreme surprise flashed through his eyes.

Strange.

Too strange.

Ever since he’d awakened the Masculine Body, he’d become hypersensitive to the unique body scent mages carried from Lust Element. Fire Goddess, Water Goddess, Chihiro, even Amelia—who he’d only met once—all had their own distinct smell.

But this woman, built like pure sin and clearly a mage, carried nothing.

She was like a shadow that had melted into the night itself. Only the clean scent of cold metal and night wind. Not a single trace of leaking Lust Element. Clean in a way that felt terrifying.

Those cold, beautiful eyes swept slowly up and down Tony’s body.

No aggression—just quiet assessment and confirmation.

“Seeing you safe and sound puts my mind at ease.”

Her voice stayed cool and even.

Tony’s brows tightened harder. The questions in his head kept growing.

“You know me?”

Looking at his guarded expression, the corners of her eyes above the mask curved in the faintest almost-smile.

“You guess.”

She didn’t give a real answer. Instead her tone turned cool with a thin edge of warning.

“Just stay put in the academy. Don’t go anywhere.”

“If there’s danger again…”

Her body suddenly started to blur, like the surrounding shadows were swallowing her whole.

“I might not be able to save you next time.”

The words weren’t even finished.

Under Tony’s stunned stare, the black-clad woman with that extreme body simply dissolved into the air like a shadow with no substance, right under the magical lights.

No mana fluctuation. No spatial teleport sound.

Just gone.

Tony stood frozen, head tilted, staring at the empty spot with pure confusion.

“Who the hell was that?”

He turned her last words over in his mind.

“If there’s danger again… I might not be able to save you…”

“Was there someone else protecting me on the subway besides Fire Goddess and Water Goddess? Or is she from the Assassin Department?”

He couldn’t figure it out.

This Magic Academy felt even more mysterious—and more full of hidden monsters—than he’d imagined.

He shook his head, forced the questions down for now, and turned toward the dorm building.

Tonight was clearly going to be a night full of unanswered questions.

Deep underground in Seoul’s Sex Department, inside a sealed room marked with a metal plaque reading “Special Services.”

The thick alloy door cut off every sound from the outside world. The walls were packed with high-density Lust Element soundproofing foam. The floor was covered in expensive polar snow-wool carpet air-freighted from the far north—so soft a person could sink into it.

Right now the expensive room reeked of thick, almost syrupy filth. The air was a hot fog of mature woman’s ripe body scent, fermented slightly sour sweat, and massive amounts of musky, steaming pussy juice.

In the center of the huge wool carpet, a spherical tentacle monster taller than a grown man slowly writhed like a pile of living sludge. Dozens of thick, dark-purple tentacles covered in dense suckers and slime crawled across the floor.

Less than a meter in front of it, Fire Goddess—Mom—stood looking down at the disgusting creature.

She still wore the tattered remains of her red flowing battle dress. The tube top was long gone. Those terrifying L-cup tits hung completely bare under the dim pink spotlights, two heavy, ripe mountains of flesh bouncing and rolling hard with every rough breath. The red thong clung weakly to her hipbones. Those long legs wrapped in red glossy core-spun pantyhose trembled from pure, overwhelming lust.

“Hah… ahh…”

Mom exhaled a scorching breath. Behind the red gauze mask her eyes burned with almost insane, controlling, cock-hungry light.

She slowly raised one pale hand and crooked a finger at the tentacle monster, pure provocation and command.

“Come.”

Mom’s voice was hoarse and thick with sweet filth, dripping with absolute queenly authority. “Show me how hard those research department freaks modified you. Let’s see if you can actually bring the heat inside me… down.”

“Grrrk…”

Even with part of its nervous system cut out, the monster still sensed Lust Element and raw desire. It seemed to understand. Its massive body heaved. Several thick tentacles shot out like snakes, carrying a wet, foul wind straight at Mom.

Slap!

Two cold, slimy tentacles locked perfectly around Mom’s tiny waist.

“Sss…!”

The shocking sensation made Mom suck in a sharp breath—but she didn’t pull away. Instead she deliberately pushed her chest forward, offering those enormous heavy tits straight to the tentacles.

“Harder… ahh… stick every one of those disgusting suckers on me!”

Mom gave the filthy order.

The monster seemed encouraged. More tentacles swarmed up her body like a storm of demons.

Squish… schlick…

Wet, sticky, embarrassing sounds exploded through the soundproof room.

Two thick tentacles clamped hard around those L-cup tits from both sides. Suckers and slime scraped mercilessly over the ultra-soft breast flesh. With pure brute force they crushed the already massive mounds together, kneading and squeezing without mercy.

“Aaaahh❤~! My tits… they’re gonna pop! Ohhh fuck❤~!”

Mom threw her head back and screamed—high, broken, and completely slutty.

Under the crushing pressure deep creases formed in the fat. Pale flesh bulged obscenely between the tentacles. Both nipples—already swollen bright red and hard as cherries—were locked by suckers that created terrifying suction, yanking and pulling without pause.

“Hnnngh…❤ It hurts… but it feels so fucking good… uuuu❤~! They’re gonna rip my nipples off… ahh… suck harder… drain every drop of milk out of me… uuuh❤!”

The extreme humiliation and physical violence made Mom’s body seize in violent spasms. Real jets of milky fluid actually sprayed from the swollen tips like fountains, mixing with the monster’s dark-purple slime into foamy white streaks that ran down her pale skin.

It still wasn’t enough.

“Down there… do me down there too! Hurry… tear this fucking rag off me!”

Mom twisted her hips wildly. That massive, heavy ass sent thick waves of flesh rolling through the air.

Riiip!

One tentacle hooked the red pantyhose on her thigh and yanked hard.

The ultra-thin nylon shredded into pieces. Curled edges of the ruined fabric dug deep into the soft, mature meat of her thighs, leaving angry red marks. The cold, slimy tentacle slid straight through the tear, gliding up the burning, trembling inner skin of Mom’s thigh like a greedy snake.

“Ahh…! It’s touching… hah… right there… uuu❤~!”

The tentacle roughly yanked aside the pathetic thong and crushed down hard on the already swollen, blood-filled clit.

Squish-squish… schlick…

It ground, rubbed, and scraped mercilessly over the soaked entrance. Every stroke produced wet, sticky, face-burning sounds. Thick strings of clear juice poured out of the puffy, flipped-out lips like a broken dam, running down the insides of Mom’s thighs and dripping onto the expensive carpet, soaking dark, filthy patches into the wool.

“No… don’t just rub the outside… uuuu❤~! My pussy… it’s so fucking itchy… ahh… put it in… shove it inside me… uuuh❤!”

Mom’s mind was cracking under the inhuman pleasure. Her legs clamped helplessly around the tentacle that was destroying her. Her hips thrust up on pure instinct, shamelessly chasing the rough friction.

“Turn into a cock… give it to me…”

Mom panted the even crazier order.

The monster’s body shifted. One tentacle covered in suckers began to physically change under mana.

In just a few seconds the tip swelled and reshaped into a massive “cock”—thick as a baby’s arm, covered in veins and fleshy barbs.

Staring at that vicious thing, pure fanatic hunger flashed in Mom’s eyes.

She actually dropped to all fours on the wool carpet like a bitch in heat, both hands wrapping around the tentacle-turned-cock.

“Hah… so thick… so big…”

Mom stuck out her clever tongue and greedily licked a full circle around the fake cockhead. Then she opened her red-painted cherry lips and shoved the stinking massive shaft straight into her mouth without hesitation.

“Mm… glk… chuu… sliiick❤~!”

Extremely filthy, wet throat sounds and deep-throat suction filled the sealed room.

Mom’s mouth was stretched to the limit. Her cheeks hollowed from the hard suction. That soft tongue swept and rolled wildly over the shaft, sucking with pure greed. Even the sharp scrapes of the barbs against her tender inner cheeks only turned into more intense pleasure.

Schlick… schlick…

The monster seemed to feel the strange stimulation too. It started thrusting on its own inside Mom’s mouth. Every deep push jammed straight into her throat, forcing wet gagging sounds and bringing real tears to the corners of her eyes.

“Uuuh… so deep… it’s gonna punch through… ahh… cum for me… shoot your cum straight into my mouth… uuuu❤~!”

Mom had completely sunk into the perverted blowjob high. Both hands pressed hard into the carpet. That high, massive ass twisted wildly in the air. The insides of her thighs were completely flooded, soaking the carpet around her.

Just as the oral pleasure was about to push her over the edge—

The tentacle that had been grinding outside her pussy sensed the Lust Element about to explode inside her. Its tip rapidly reshaped into another thick “cock,” lined up perfectly with Mom’s wide-open, stringy, dripping hole, and thrust forward hard, trying to bury itself all the way in for the deepest Lust Element extraction.

“Pfft…!”

The cold, rough tip of the tentacle had just forced open the layered soft pink folds and touched the most sensitive edge of Mom’s entrance.

In that split-second before it could bury itself completely—

“Slap!”

Mom’s eyes, which had been glazed with pure pleasure, suddenly flashed with shocking clarity.

She spat the tentacle out of her mouth, a long, glistening strand of silver spit stretching between her lips and the slimy shaft.

Then, like she’d been electrocuted, she spun around. Both hands—clad in red lace gloves, knuckles white from the force—clamped onto the tentacle that was about to punch straight into her womb like iron pincers.

“Nngh…!”

Mom let out a pained, tightly suppressed groan.

The Lust Element piled up from mana expenditure still had her body burning, but today it hadn’t crossed the final line where reason completely died. At the last possible moment, that twisted obsession of being a mother smashed through the overwhelming wave of pure animal lust.

“No!”

“Absolutely not!”

Mom bit down hard on her full lower lip until blood welled up, completely unaware of the pain.

On that beautiful face covered in flush, sweat, and spit, a heartbreaking resolve mixed with almost pathological tenderness appeared.

“Here… not here yet…”

Mom panted hard, voice shaking violently, yet filled with unbreakable determination.

She gripped the struggling tentacle with everything she had and forced it several inches away from the edge of her hole.

“At the very least… not right now…”

Her eyes went hazy again as Tony’s handsome face rose in her mind—along with that thick, scorching cock she couldn’t stop craving.

“This place… the deepest part of my womb…”

“It’s for Tony.”

“Until my son is inside me, nothing—not any man, not this disgusting beast—gets to shove in. Nothing gets to touch it!”

That extremely twisted “chastity” for her own son gave Mom a sudden burst of terrifying willpower.

She sucked in a deep breath and forcibly crushed down the empty, aching void that hit the second the penetration was interrupted.

Then—

She actually reversed her grip and wrapped her hand around the tentacle that had already reshaped itself into a cock.

A mature, seductive smile spread across Mom’s face again.

Those lace-gloved hands began stroking the thick shaft slowly, skillfully, up and down.

“Let me… ease you a little…”

Schlick… schlick…

The sealed room filled once more with thick, wet, blood-stirring sounds. Mom smeared the flood of juice from between her own thighs all over the tentacle as lube. Those soft, boneless hands worked it like the highest-grade fleshlight, reducing the tentacle to complete obedience.

Her eyes were still hazy, but that clear-headed descent into filth made her radiate an extreme, chilling slut aura in the middle of this absurd monster fucking.

Chapter 12

Four full days left until Friday.

Early morning. The quiet of Room 1503 was ripped apart by a sharp, relentless doorbell.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong—

It rang for more than two full minutes, like the person outside had endless patience and obsession. Tony rolled over inside the soft summer blanket like a half-dead fish and slowly cracked open sleepy eyes. Last night he’d stayed out in the garden half the night, head full of Chihiro’s sinful body and the frustration of the ruined date with Fire Goddess. He hadn’t managed to fall asleep until the early hours.

“Who the hell…”

Tony muttered unhappily, rubbing his sore eyes. Barefoot on the dark-gray carpet, he shuffled to the door and yanked it open.

Outside stood a cold, beautiful face.

Chihiro.

Today she wasn’t wearing the signature white lab coat. She’d changed into an extremely tight sports outfit. On top: a pure-white fitted short-sleeve top stretched almost transparent by those massive I-cup tits, the soft flesh outlined in perfect, shocking rounds, deep cleavage looking ready to swallow every bit of light in the hallway. On the bottom: dark-gray seamless yoga pants that looked painted straight onto her skin, forcing that fat ass into a perfect inverted-heart shape.

Worst of all—even in sneakers—those long thighs still faintly showed the sheen of ultra-thin nude stockings. Special anti-friction invisible stockings designed specifically for yoga pants, clinging tight to her skin, tiny wrinkles at the knees, carrying the light, mature scent of a woman’s post-workout sweat.

Her long hair was tied up cleanly, exposing a long, snow-white swan neck. The gold-rimmed glasses on her nose flashed cold light.

“Slept well?”

Chihiro pushed her glasses up. Her tone was cold enough to drop ice chips.

Tony jolted, instantly half-awake. Looking at the lethal body right in front of him, last night’s panicked escape into the bathroom flashed through his head.

“Chihiro-sensei, last night…” Tony forced a placating smile and stepped forward, trying to explain.

Before he could finish, Chihiro’s pretty brows furrowed slightly. Her eyes flicked quickly behind her, giving him a signal.

Tony finally noticed—there was someone standing behind Chihiro’s tall figure.

A young man who looked only in his early twenties. He was a full head taller than Tony’s 178 cm—easily over 185. He wore a pure-black combat suit clearly woven from high-density Lust Element fibers mixed with Lust Element-infused high-performance plastic, giving off a cold, hard metallic feel. The suit covered him completely except for the neck up.

He had a middle-part hairstyle and skin so pale it looked almost sickly. Those eyes were slightly narrowed like a venomous snake ready to strike, currently looking Tony up and down with a faint, half-smile.

“Uh… and this is?” Tony awkwardly stopped, eyes bouncing between the two of them.

The man waved casually, mouth splitting into a bright smile that somehow carried almost no real warmth.

“I’m Knox.” He tapped a small badge on his chest. “I handle some of the Equipment Department’s business.”

Tony nodded.

Chihiro finally couldn’t hold back. Her gaze dropped to Tony’s lower half, a faint red flush rising almost invisibly at the tips of her ears.

“Go put some clothes on first.”

Tony followed her eyes downward. His brain exploded.

Last night he’d been too hot and stripped completely naked. Right now the only thing on his body was a pathetic pair of boxer briefs. That 18 cm cock, half-hard from morning wood, was pushing a very obvious outline against the thin fabric.

Knox’s narrowed eyes curved even more, grinning as he stared straight at Tony’s crotch. “You’re definitely gonna have a good time at this academy.”

Tony’s face burned red all the way down his neck. Both hands clamped hard over his crotch like a startled rabbit. He spun and bolted back inside, grabbing the dark-blue school uniform from the bed and trying to yank it on.

“Don’t bother with the uniform.”

Knox strode straight in. He walked over to the TV cabinet and picked up the pale-blue transparent bracelet the logistics robot had delivered last night.

He pressed the bracelet lightly against his own black combat suit.

Something amazing happened.

The seemingly heavy, solid combat suit instantly turned into a streak of black light and got sucked into the tiny bracelet with a soft whoosh. In a blink Knox was left in just an ordinary black fitted tank top and long pants.

“Here.” Knox held the bracelet out to Tony. “Put it on. Try the quick-change function.”

Tony put down the school uniform and took the pale-blue bracelet with half-belief. He always wore his watch on the left, so he snapped it onto his left wrist without thinking.

Click.

The second it touched skin, the bracelet contracted on its own, sealing perfectly against his wrist. A faint, cool pulse of mana ran through the cold contact.

A semi-transparent blue holographic interface appeared right in front of his eyes.

It was extremely clean—no physical touch needed. The moment Tony thought of something, the options switched. Contacts, class schedule, academy map… everything was there.

His eyes locked on the icon shaped like a hanger labeled [Change Outfit].

One mental command and the change interface unfolded. Two outfits appeared side by side on the screen: the black form-fitting combat suit Chihiro had custom-made for him last night, and the pathetic pair of boxer briefs he was currently wearing.

“Combat suit.”

Tony thought it clearly.

Whoosh!

A black flash burst from the bracelet.

Tony didn’t feel any weight added at all. The black form-fitting combat suit made of high-polymer fiber material was already fully on his body. The cold, smooth fabric clung tight to every muscle line, outlining his balanced frame perfectly.

Tony touched his chest in amazement, then raised an arm to look.

“Pretty amazing, right?” Knox watched his wide-eyed expression and gave a light laugh. “That’s the power of Lust Element. Technology changes life.”

“Alright, come with me.” Knox turned and headed for the door. “You’ve got some serious face, kid. The dean actually opened the Equipment Department armory just for you. Even the S-rank geniuses don’t get that treatment.”

“Wait!” Tony called out urgently. “At least let me wash my face and brush my teeth!”

…

Ten minutes later, Tony followed Chihiro and Knox toward the Equipment Department.

The early-morning campus was still empty. Sunlight filtered through the leaves onto the stone paths.

Tony walked between them, scratching his head the whole way, restless as an ant on a hot pan. He kept looking for a chance to get close to Chihiro and explain last night’s damned video call.

“Chihiro-sensei… last night… it really wasn’t what you think…” Tony lowered his voice and leaned toward her ear.

Chihiro’s face stayed ice-cold. She didn’t even glance at him. She simply turned her head the other way, leaving Tony with nothing but the proud back of her head. Under those tight yoga pants, her round ass swayed with every step, radiating a pure “don’t touch me” chill.

Knox walked ahead, taking it all in. A faint gleam flashed through those narrowed eyes. The stiff smile never left his mouth. He said nothing.

The three of them soon reached the Equipment Department.

Knox led Tony through the area displaying all kinds of revealing women’s clothing with practiced ease, stopping in front of a heavy metal door.

“Beep… Access confirmed.”

The metal door slid open to both sides.

Behind it was a massive room the size of half a football field. No fancy decorations—only row after row of cold metal display racks.

Weapons of every kind that radiated lethal intent lined the shelves: pistols glowing with ghostly blue light, greatswords as wide as doors, slender sharp longswords, oversized hand cannons, even gleaming claw blades… Every single weapon carried a faint pulse of Lust Element.

Tony’s eyes went everywhere at once. He didn’t know where to look first.

“Stop staring. Go sit over there.”

Knox patted Tony’s shoulder and pointed at a machine in the center of the room.

It looked similar to the constitution scanner from the city hospital yesterday, but bigger, covered in complex circuits and mana crystals.

Tony obediently walked over and sat down, placing his right arm into the half-oval recess.

Hum…

The machine activated on its own. Pale-blue light swept across Tony’s arm.

A few seconds later dense rows of data flooded the holographic screen above.

Knox stepped in front of the screen. Those always-narrowed eyes opened a fraction wider.

“Hiss…”

He stared at the numbers and couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath. Genuine admiration filled his voice.

“Strength, speed, mana compatibility… every single value is ridiculously high!” Knox turned and looked at Tony deeply. “This talent… no wonder those Order of Doom lunatics risked exposure to go after you. I’ve been at this academy a long time and I’ve never seen a male student’s base stats reach this terrifying level. And your Masculine Body isn’t even a combat-focused constitution!”

Knox rubbed his chin, glancing around at the racks of weapons.

“Your strength and mana reserves are both insane.” He thought for a moment, then gave his recommendation. “I suggest gauntlets, a greatsword, or a pistol. With numbers this high you don’t need flashy technique weapons. Overwhelming force crushes ten tricks. High stats are the biggest advantage.”

Tony stood and let his gaze settle on the rack of greatswords.

In his mind, Fire Goddess’s figure appeared instantly—holding that burning greatsword upside-down, cutting through the battlefield like a war goddess.

“Fire Goddess uses a greatsword.” Fanatic light flashed in Tony’s eyes. “I’ll take the greatsword and the pistol. Close and long range covered.”

Knox nodded without comment.

He walked to the rack, took down an ancient-looking, extremely heavy black greatsword. The hilt seemed made of some high-strength polymer, the blade a perfect fusion of metal and Lust Element plastic, radiating steady killing intent. From another rack he grabbed a sleek silver-gray large-caliber pistol that looked pure sci-fi.

“Catch.”

Knox handed both weapons over, one in each hand.

Tony reached out and gripped the greatsword’s hilt and the pistol’s grip.

The instant they touched his skin—

A bone-chilling mana pulse surged from both weapons at the same time. The energy felt like two flexible ice snakes, racing from his palms straight into his body.