Cynthia looked satisfied by the general air in the classroom as she believed her words had served their purpose and dissuaded the use of Arcane Tools.

Caius noticed the expression on her face and smiled lightly because he felt she was being shortsighted.

Her discouraging words would only hold weight if every single student decided not to use Arcane Tools, which was statistically impossible. The moment one student used it, especially if against another, then all bets were off because, if they were all going to be looked at less favorably, they might as well try to be the best among the rest.

Even among the dishonored, there can still be a victor and that is what the students would all strive to be.

Thinking about how Kaya—whom he had given an Arcane Tool—started these with her question, Caius wondered if he just might have unleashed Chaos.

Still, maybe Chaos wasn't all bad.

When the Combat Magic class ended, Caius stood up with the rest of his classmates to troop out and head to Alchemy, when Cynthia called out,

"Caius Von Helsing," she said, "A word?"

"I'll see you in class," Caius told the girls who nodded and left him behind as he approached Cynthia.

Neither Caius nor Cynthia said a word until everyone was gone from the classroom, and then she waved her hand and cast a wind spell that pulled the door shut, sealing all sounds within.

Caius smiled then.

"I take it this isn't an Academic conversation, then," he said and took one step closer to Cynthia.

"It is," she said trying her best to look all-business but unable to fight off the smile creeping up on her face.

"Oh? What about?" Caius asked, now with only about one foot of distance between them.

"I won't be available to teach you this weekend," Cynthia said, "And contrary to what you might think, that IS still an Academic matter."

"I don't disagree," Caius said with a shrug, "And why won't you be available?"

"I'm joining Professors Gilligan and Raoul to make preparations for your tests. I just won't have the time to meet with you sadly," Cynthia said.

"Bummer," Caius said.

"Yeah," Cynthia said with a sigh and a sad tone that was just so genuine.

Caius stretched his arm out and wrapped it around her waist, pulling himself even closer to her while Cynthia was looking down.

"Is that disappointment I hear?" Caius asked.

"Most likely," Cynthia admitted with a shrug, "It's just you've been making such progress with Combat Magic."

"Hmm," Caius voiced like Combat Magic lessons he would be missing that weekend.

Cynthia brightened up a bit then. Only a bit though.

"But, I think you've learnt enough to do well with the tests so it's not a total disappointment," she said.

"And how you're feeling is only because of Academic misses?" Caius asked as he leaned his face closer to hers,

"There's nothing else you'll miss?"

Cynthia's breath caught and try as she might to rein in her fast beating heart, she couldn't.

"Whatever could you mean?" She asked in a raspy breath.

Rather than answer with words, Caius showed her what he meant, jogging her memory with a gentle kiss to her bare shoulder that was bare in the gown she had on. He moved to her neck then where he nuzzled his face against.

Cynthia moaned but before it got too loud and rippled from her lips out of her control, she bit her lower lip to stifle it. Still, she couldn't help but raise a hand to the back of his head.

While the kiss might take credit for the memories flooding her mind right now, the truth is they were never far away. Throughout the rest of the weekend and the days since—today of course included—the thoughts of what had happened in the Training hall at her Private Residence kept coming back up in Cynthia's head. She didn't really fight it either. Although, to be fair, she wouldn't have been able to fight it. The memories just made her feel too good.

She had lost count of how many times she had caught her own hands wandering. Touching sensitive parts of her body. She had done this to herself even before Caius but never like this. Never with this much… meaning. And it had never felt this good.

Which was why it boggled her mind that despite how much better it felt to touch her own body than it had ever felt, she couldn't bring herself to a climactic peak. Her body just didn't respond to her as it used to.

She had wondered sometimes if something was wrong with her now. Maybe she had felt so good from Caius's actions that her body had now had enough.

It was ridiculous but Cynthia found herself wondering if people had a limit to how much pleasure they could enjoy in their lifetime and if they did, had she reached her limit?

All in all, Cynthia hadn't been able to be too bothered by her lack of being able to bring herself to an orgasmic peak when the memories of experiencing it from Caius's touch were still so fresh in her mind.

But now, here she was.

Caius had only kissed her—and not even on the lips—and it put those wonderful memories to shame instantly. Because she was actually feeling him now.

As her body shivered and a thrill traveled down her spine to send her nethers tingling, Cynthia was finally truly confronted with just how silly her thoughts of a sexual limit were.

She didn't have a limit. Or at least she hadn't reached one yet.

However, Caius's touch was the only one capable of driving her to the peak.

'Hold on,' she thought and paused, 'What?'

It's funny how the mind can arrive at a rational conclusion and yet, one would still reject it. Many times Cynthia had touched herself and never had it felt as fulfilling as Caius's kisses to her shoulder and neck.

It was as though, by allowing him to bring her to orgasm, she had handed over the keys to her body to him. Handed over her right to an orgasm to him.

That terrified her.

But how could she possibly focus on that when the tingling in her nethers was only getting stronger?

"I hope today wasn't because of me," Caius asked her with a smile as he made his way to her smooth, bronze cheek.

"What do you mean?" Cynthia asked.

"Well, some people seemed to think you were extra irritable today. You know, more strict. More mean," Caius said and chuckled at the last word he used.

"What?" Cynthia asked, incredulous as she began to stroke her hand through his hair.

Caius placed his other hand on the small of her back now while he moved the hand he had on her waist down until he was stroking the smooth arch of her ass through the satin feel of her gown.

"It was their observation, not mine. I thought you were the same as usual. Down to those looks you were giving me," Caius said.

"I don't give you looks…" Cynthia said.

Caius took his lips off her cheek to raise a brow at her and Cynthia couldn't help but amend her words.

"… all that often," she said and cleared her throat, "Today though, yes, I looked. All that talk of Arcane Tools, I just know you have a hand in it… Oh!"

Cynthia's exclamation at the end was because Caius took his hand off her ass and snapped it back with a crisp-sounding spank before he took a nice handful grab of it and lifted the Professor to her toes.

Cynthia was mewling while Caius still hadn't returned his lips to her cheek and just smiled at her as he shrugged.

"My classmates have autonomy over their own decisions. I'm not influencing them…" he said and trailed off when Cynthia raised a brow at him, causing him to add in amendment,

"… Not all of them anyway. I have a small circle, Professor."

"Well, do be wise," Cynthia said with a sigh, "I'll already be scrutinizing and assessing you twice as hard as the rest of your classmates even without the use of an Arcane Tool? That'll get it up to three times. Maybe four."

"Why?" Caius asked, taken aback.

"What do you mean by 'why'?" Cynthia said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice,

"Unlike the rest of your classmates, you have had extra lessons with me. You have been taught as none of them have."

"We've only had two lessons," Caius said.

"And those are enough," Cynthia answered.

Caius paused and leaned in again, taking even harder grips of Cynthia's ass as he brought his lips within an inch of hers.

"I bet I can convince you to show some leniency," he said.

Cynthia gulped and then licked her lips a couple of times as her eyes went from Caius's lips to his eyes and that purple gaze of his.

"I'd like to think you're better than that," Cynthia said,

"Surely you won't need to resort to using your 'Manly wiles' on me to get ahead of your classmates?"

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