Eudora stumbles to her feet, stepping back, her mouth agape. She can practically see the waves of magical energy feeding off the others, flying over towards the professor, enveloping her in an aura of magical might.
Gizelle spins around to face Eudora, holding a chalice of potent magical energy. From it, she opens a portal to a star-studded vista of overwhelming beauty. The professor thrusts her arm forward, thrusting Eudora within. The portal envelopes her, and she tumbles through the eternity within, experiencing so many emotions and lifetimes all at once before she tumbles out and back onto the floor.
Eudora lays there, sprawled out, her mind reeling. Soon the static of the omniverse around her disappears as her ears catch the sounds of frantic gulping and slurping. She pushes herself up by her elbows and adjusts her glasses, only to turn bright red.
Professor Gizelle stands proudly, her hands outstretched before the audience as the other witch squats down, wrapping her wet fingers around the long cock. She bobs her head over it, looking up towards the proctor with lust as she slurps and sucks, water dribbling down from her chin and fingers and even pooling between her legs on the ground.
Gizelle smiles down at Eudora, holding out her hand. “Do you believe me now? There is much one can do with the power to channel other’s lust, and you… you are a natural at it.”
Eudora scoots away, shaking her head, and stumbling back to her feet. “No, that’s impossible. I’m not like that, and I’m not… I’m no exhibitionist. I’m no pervert!”
Gizelle grabs the back of the witch’s head, and she pulls her cock free, letting it dangle and ooze between her legs. She licks her lips, looking at the student with a smile. “Oh, but Eudora, you can feel my lust for you already, thinking about your power and potential, don’t you?”
Eudora clutches at her heart, which beats faster every moment. She gulps, closing her eyes. She tries to hide from it, but she can feel that burning desire coming from the professor who had once seen her as only an annoyance. It’s powerful, but it’s threatening. She clutches her head and scoots away, but the power, oh, the power!
She slumps her head, takes a deep breath, and she glares at the professor full in the eyes. “Teach me,” she says. “To be like you.”
“Eudora,” the professor says, her clothing materializing upon her again. “When the academy is done with you, you may be better than any of us.”
For some time after her request to be on the lust track, Eudora’s mind swirls in a blur of emotions. The introverted girl who kept her nose in her books through her previous studies now finds herself thrust upon a world she never had time for. And so, her mind reels through the memories of her post-pubescence, where her desires built up and were sated quietly on her own in her room where no one else would know about what she liked or the thrill she felt when she had given herself release. Now, that’s all supposed to change–just like that.
What would her mother think of her? Can she even tell her this? Is it shameful? Is it wrong? Or is being a lust mage the key to proper magical understanding, at least for her.
Professor Gizelle coughs, and Eudora snaps out of her stupor, finding herself in the academy’s clothing shop, where various pieces of apparel with the initials or mascot of the school emblazoned and stitched and woven into the magical weave of the cloth.
“We’ll need to take your measurements,” Professor Gizelle says, a smirk on her lips. Eudora hadn’t quite noticed how plump and glossy they were until now.
“Oh, uh, well, I usually don’t get myself tailored,” the student begins.
“Enough of that,” the voice of an old man rises up, and the owner hobbles up. His eyes are bright blue, and his hair is long and silver. Though his face shows off many years of experience, he has the glowing vitality of one still much in love with life. “Step up to the podium and strip.”
“You can’t be serious,” Eudora says, looking at Professor Gizelle.
The professor shrugs. “Are you suggesting you’re going to be a lust mage who is self-conscious about your body?”
“You won’t need to be,” says the tailor, pulling out a cloth measuring tape, “once I got you clothed. They’ll be the ones embarrassed for staring!”
“That doesn’t sound much better,” Eudora says, covering her chest and between her legs even though she is still fully clothed.
“Well, we could always just send you back on the bus home,” Professor Gizelle says, her eyes glimmering with mischief.
Eudora’s lips quiver and the girl reaches down, fingers tentatively gripping the hem of her shirt. She slowly lifts it up, exposing her pale stomach, lifting the shirt over her head.
As she undresses, she can feel the sensation from before, but this time directed at her. A surge of tingling rises as she covers her face. She finally whips the shirt over her head and adjusts her glasses, gazing at Gizelle and her bright red face when she watches the gaze move up and down her body.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Gizelle says. “How does it feel?” she asks, brushing her fingers over her lips. “That your professor finds you irresistible?”
Eudora turns to the tailor, stepping to the podium.
“Rest of it, girl,” the tailor says, and Eudora kicks off her shoes with an annoyed shuffle. She pulls her socks off one at a time, steps out of her pants, and leaves herself in her undergarments.
The tailor sighs and wraps his arms around her, getting the measurement of her arms, bust, thighs, and legs. Each time, she feels the eyes of the professor on her. More than that, there are the people on the outside who move without turning to look at her, but every once in a while, one glance inside, and a shock of that energy hits her.
“For most students,” Gizelle says, glancing toward the window, “random onlookers would not have such a reaction. But for you, who has such a latent ability, you can naturally make them desire you. Even the most reserved of our students will not forget when they see your body, Eudora. Use this to your advantage to gather your mana when preparing your spells.”
“I… isn’t that harmful to them? What about their, uh, consent?”
Gizelle chuckles, shaking her head. “The very nature of your magic nudges their minds in the right direction. It isn’t so much that you are changing what they think, as you’re broadcasting to them that it’s okay to look.”