Seraph had been in the heart of his garden, for he had no idea how long. His eyes opened for what felt like the first time in an age. He could feel slivers of pure agony inside his soul, focused around his eyes ... but after a few moments concentration he felt his wards flaring up, the pain fading as his void black eyes turned back to their 'usual' gold. He rose from his seat on the grass, his wings of light reforming as he pulled his mind back from the void where he had been meditating. The mana around him focused, a whirling storm of energy that streamed into his back.

It would take a few minutes for the wings to fully reform, and during that time his mind returned from it's wandering. His gaze shifted, turning to face the direction of Shokushu. He smiled to himself, his wings flapping in a pointless gesture as his form lifted into the sky. As he did his form shimmered and then vanished, an invisibility spell taking effect around him the moment he left the confines of his garden. He soon sped towards the school, finding himself searching through the various souls he could see, noticing that most of the students seemed to be in class. Normally he would be patient enough to wait for an opportune moment ... but he was bored, and concerned that if he didn't find his mind something to focus on, it would drift back into the abyss he had just managed to crawl his way out of.

Instead his gaze swept the class rooms, searching for suitable entertainment ... and a few souls stood out. He considered, thinking for a few seconds as he looked down upon the school ... until finally deciding upon the witch Kanoe. He swooped down, and soon was hovering directly above her, looking down with his rather unique 'soul sight', studying both her for changes since he last saw her ... and the environment and others around her, searching for something he could use to keep himself amused while he waited for his chance.

How long has Kanoe been on this island? With so many events, it was impossible for the student to sort through and remember them all. Some events her mind could not handle and had forgotten. Classes blended together. She was certain she had taken this class before. Did she fail a class? Kanoe had been here for so long that she was definitely a senior at this point. But, there was still no sign of graduation for her. She still had to attend class and continue to obey the rules lest she attract more attention to herself and end up in the basement or worse, NICE labs.

Despite maturing a bit, the witch was still trapped in a tight fitting Shokushu uniform. The blouse hugged her large pillowy mounds, the outline of her bra and the buds of her nipples could be seen through the white fabric. The jacket vest helped maintain some level of modesty but there was little that could be done about the short skirt that barely hid her white panties.

The professor droned on with the lecture. Kanoe was not even paying attention. This class was painfully boring and the witch was just tired of dealing with it all. When will this school just let her graduate and end her torment?

Was her soul always this dull? This distracted and ... grey? Seraph couldn't remember ... but it almost looked as if her body was there, but her soul was somewhere else. It was a rather unusual sight, and for a moment Seraph was tempted to withdraw ... to find someone else. But his own need to find something to latch onto overruled that last remnant of his 'humanity', and so he floated above Kanoe's classroom, his eyes not looking at her, but rather at everything around her. He cast a few minor cantrips, and inside the classroom, invisible to normal sight, eyes opened in the walls, giving him proper vision of the surroundings.

He studied for a second, not paying attention to the droning on of the teacher, and considered how to proceed. Her uniform? Her seat? Her classmates? How would he 'attack' her ... how would he try and inspire emotion inside that seemingly detached soul?

It took him some time to come to a decision, and the first warning Kanoe would have that something was up was a build-up of mana. It happened over a few minutes, and while everyone would feel it, only Kanoe would have the knowledge to identify what that tingling of 'life' inside her was. Of course, she would have to be paying attention to manage that. And regardless of whether she did recognize her body responding to excess mana, his 'attack' would come after a few seconds ... her uniform was the source, and the attack came in two parts. The first was a small, and slightly irritating itch at the arch of Kanoe's back ... while the second half of the 'attack' was in the fact that whenever the raven haired witch moved her upper body, it would always seem to pull her top tighter around her chest, almost as if the top itself was feeling her up.

The witch felt the sudden increase in mana. Her jaw clenched as she could guess what the cause was. So what was coming after her now? The effects were minor at first thankfully starting with an itch at the hard to reach places of her back. It was annoying and there was little the raven haired woman could do but rub her back slightly against her chair in hopes to soothe it slightly. Unfortunately, it did not stop there. She felt her chest getting tighter as her own clothing seemed to squeeze around her.

Kanoe looked around at the other students. Was it just her? Most likely. Why did it have to always be her? Her sensitive mounds were squeezed, causing them to throb and ache. Nails dragged across the surface of the student's desk. She just had to last through class. If things grew too annoying, she could excuse herself. Of course, that was probably what the monster wanted, get her alone so there are no witnesses. She had been through this routine many times before. It was effective for a creature that was no doubt stronger than a mere human so why would they ever change the formula?

The witch took slow breaths, waiting for things to grow worse or class to end, whichever came first. For her sake, she hoped the class would just end at this point.

Fortunately for Kanoe, and unbeknownst to Seraph, the class was indeed in the final stage. But even so, the end of class was a good half hour away. All it would take for Kanoe to figure that out would be to glance at the clock ... Of course this would just be round one, and no doubt her unseen attacker would keep going until an opening presented itself.

Above the classroom Seraph felt a rather odd feeling as he saw the witches soul seemingly 'light up', her attention returning to her immediate situation, and confirming that she wasn't just a mana driven husk that he had almost mistaken her for when he first saw her. But he filed that sensation away, having more interesting things to do. Like cast another spell into the classroom. All of the students were caught in this particular spell, with just the droning teacher left not noticing the effect. In response to the Magic a faint aroma spread through the students, making them look around and try to find the source. The smell itself was one that the sexually active students would recognise, as that of another women's juices.

While the smell itself seemed to have no source, if kanoe didn't manage to stop trying to scratch that infuriating itch in her back other students alerted by the smell could very well see her and assume she was the source ... Especially with the way her top had tightened around the witches nipples, making them look erect and pronounced, even if it was due to that part of the top shrinking slightly.

Now let's see just how much restraint you have ... Or if you even care what the others see and think anymore... Up above Seraph watched, his gaze mostly on Kanoe, but he did enjoy watching the souls of some of the students as they reacted to the smell.

Class was almost over. Just half an hour. But, the monster probably knew this as well. They did love playing their games with her. Unable to reach the the annoying itch, Kanoe simply stopped trying and would just endure the irritating sensation. Her blouse had tightened further, nearly pinching the soft nubs. The air filled with the strange scent of sex. But, there did not seem to be any source. It was certainly not Kanoe. She was more uncomfortable than aroused at this point. Other students seemed to be looking around, noticing the smell. It was doubtful any could really pin point a location of where it was coming from. It was just in the air while the teacher continued with the lecture. Seems Kanoe was just going to let this matter pass as her back continued to irritate her.

Seraph almost smiled to himself as he saw Kanoe stop moving, her soul flaring with irritation as he stared down at her. First point to you... He spoke softly, more talking to himself than anyone else. He let a single minute tick by, watching the class through both his soul sight, and his wards on the classroom wall, before deciding to launch his next assault on the busty witch's body.

As his spell uncoiled into the classroom and around Kanoe her blouse was infused with even more mana, the garmet almost being given a form of sentience. But that wasn't the change that Kanoe would notice ... The change that she would notice was the fact that instead of the top pinching her nipples the inside of the top shifted and turned into small mouths, sucking on her nipples. None of the other students seemed to have noticed what was happening to Kanoe, but they were still looking around whenever the teacher was not looking.

Kanoe was unaware that she won the first round or that there were rounds or points to keep track of. She just wanted to finish this class and be done with it. But, things were never that easy. Her blouse proceeded to change further. It looked mostly normal from the outside but the inside now had lips sealing around her nipples. Her blouse sucked on her teats through the cups of her bra. Again, Kanoe's nails raked across the desk as her body tensed. Wave after wave of sensation rippled through her form. Hot blood was sucked to the surface of those hyper sensitive peaks.

The witch clenched her teeth, preventing herself from making a sound. She took slow breaths even as the sucking continued to goad her precious nectar to her aching peaks. Monsters never played fair. How much more of this would she have to go through before this school finally lets her go? Already, it was getting harder to focus on anything besides the lips nibbling and sucking on her covered nipples.

The 'angel' was definitely smiling now, a cruel twisted smirk as his eyes watched Kanoe's soul flare with sensation and emotion, her sensitive body responding to the magical attack, no matter how much she wished it not to. He let the sucking go on for another minute, and then his magic lashed out once more, this time his spell aimed a little lower.

Her panties were the next article of clothing to betray her, rubbing against the raven haired witch's lower lips, the fabric teasing and toying with her, almost as if there was a hand inside them stroking the female student's petals. But on the bright side, Kanoe would now have something to help distract her from the still sucking 'mouths' inside her blouse...

The madness continued. Her nipples were pulsing as each suck tried to goad her large breasts to lactate. Kanoe's cheeks began to flush with arousal. Her body was betraying her in the middle of this classroom. Hands gripped her desk as she felt her undergarments attacking her. Her panties pressed into her folds, stroking inside her netherlips. She struggled to hold in the soft moans that tried to escape her lips. Her netherlips was moist with her ever growing arousal. Several minutes had passed already. Class was close to ending. Just a bit longer before she can flee from this room and all these watching eyes.

As Kanoe's unifom attacked her, sucking on her sensitive nipples and teasing her lower lips, Seraph expanded one of his spells, casting a new one as he did so. The teacher suddenly turned around, sniffing suspiciously as they looked around the class, having finally detected the scent of feminine arousal that had so far been limited to the students knowledge. And just as her gaze swept past Kanoe the second spell Seraph cast hit, her own panties suddenly pushing forward, forming a single 'finger' which slipped past those tight sensitive lips and stroked her inner walls.

"Ngh..." The witch bit her lip as she felt the soft fabric of her own undergarment suddenly push into her. It felt like a finger was inside her, curling and stroking along those slippery depths. Kanoe stared at the teacher who was now looking around the room as if something were wrong. Whether the instructor had an issue or not, it did not matter. The raven haired student only cared about the clock hitting the hour so she could finally get out of here. Toes curled inside her shoes, struggling to avoid making any further sounds.

Seraph chuckles as Kanoe strains to avoid making a sound, the teachers gaze resting on her for a moment, but then moving on, just as Kanoe hears a very faint laugh of amusement. She might even recognise the voice and be able to identify her attacker by it, although it had been a long time since he had last 'visited' her. Of course no-one else heard anything at all, and as the teachers gaze moved away from the witch the finger seemed to shrink, it's movements slowing down. The seconds ticked by, and the teacher turned back to his lecture for a few seconds, the finger almost completely gone ... Before he looked over his shoulder, his gaze passing over the raven haired witch once again, and instantly her panties struck, two 'fingers' pushing into her slick lips, curling slightly as they frantically moved back and forth.

I'll move on to the next spell if you work out the pattern... the voice whispered inside Kanoe's head, the fallen 'angel' toying with her and making no secret of that fact.

The witch was given a brief moment to breathe as the teasing seemed to slow. But, this was just the eye of the storm. When the teacher looked in her direction, the garment surged forth with two appendages. She could hear someone laughing, someone familiar. If it were not for Natsuki's 'training' of cumming quietly during class, she would have screamed at this point.

Kanoe closed her thighs, trying to stop the motions but it did nothing to help her. Her hips jolt with each thrusting stroke. Soft gasps left her lips over and over as she rested against the back of her chair. Her rigid form began to relax, submitting to Seraph's power. The fluttering inside her belly burned into a molten heat, threatening to sear through her loins and soul in a mind numbing orgasm. Eyes fluttered and began to slowly roll back, she could not fight this anymore. She needed to cum and she needed to cum now.

Seraph was laughing as he watched, clearly enjoying the sight of Kanoe's soul as it flared up, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her mind and coursing through her soul. His gold eyes burned with amusement, and he decided to toy with her more. A simple spell made the teacher look away, and as he did, moments before the witch could reach the orgasm her body was craving ... the fingers withdrew, the teacher's gaze not focused on them, and therefore not triggering them.

Instead the teacher's gaze swept the room, taking his time as none of the students seemed to notice how close Kanoe was to cumming ... although as the teachers gaze swept past her again for a moment those two fingers thrust hard, pushing the witch to the very edge of release, and then withdrawing, leaving her trapped there. The teacher soon turned his attention back to the lecture, although after a few seconds, just as the witches body was starting to come down from the peak, he glanced over his shoulder, and the fingers thrust once more. This time however Seraph sent a brief gust of mana through the room, deciding to be 'generous', with the extra mana giving her body that tiny little push it needed to finally let the witch cum ... hard.