Chapter 250: Chapter : 250 : Lines and Lectures!

The Albinos School of Wizards & Witchcraft’s central courtyard was a marvel of magical architecture—vast marble slabs etched with glowing runes that pulsed like living veins, towering spires of white stone veined with gold that seemed to pierce the clouds, and floating lanterns bobbing lazily in the air, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the assembled students.

But right now, it felt more like a divided battlefield. Two long lines snaked across the expanse: one for nobles, pristine and orderly.

The other for commoners.

Each line was further divided into three rows, like soldiers in formation, to prevent overcrowding and allow the teachers a clear view during inspections.

Aiden stood in the commoner line’s center row.

To his left, in the parallel row, Luna pressed close—her black hair cascading over one shoulder, her massive breasts heaving with each breath, straining the velvet blazer so much that the golden embroidery along the edges looked ready to snap.

Her short pleated skirt rode up dangerously as she shifted, revealing the tops of her black thigh-high stockings with their intricate gold filigree.

Behind Luna stood Nayla, her blue-tinted skin glistening faintly, hips swaying with restless energy, her own voluptuous curves making the uniform look like it was painted on—massive breasts stretching against the blouse, wide hips flaring the skirt into a tempting bell.

Valeforia loomed behind Nayla, her tattooed skin peeking through the sheer parts of the blouse, her heavy breasts and thick thighs a mirror of dark allure.

Selvara followed, her ethereal wings folded neatly, her slender yet curvaceous form making the uniform elegant rather than scandalous, though her breasts still pushed the blazer to its limits.

Venya brought up the rear of the left row, her crimson, her hot, draconic body poured into the outfit—massive curves that made the skirt look comically short, thighs thick and powerful in the stockings.

To Aiden’s right, in the other parallel row, Thristle grinned shamelessly—her purple skin flushed, long violet hair tousled, her enormous breasts bouncing slightly with excitement, the blazer doing nothing to contain them, nipples faintly visible through the thin white blouse.

Her wide hips and thick thighs made the short skirt flare out, gold filigree on her stockings catching the light.

Behind Thristle was Lysandra, her elegant form a contrast—slender waist, full breasts heaving, hips swaying as she fidgeted, the uniform hugging her like a second skin.

Arisha stood next, her muscular yet curvaceous build making the blazer strain over her ample chest, thighs like tree trunks in the stockings.

Vegia shyly positioned herself behind Arisha, short maroon hair framing a face of quiet beauty, her heavy breasts and wide hips making the skirt ride up embarrassingly.

In Aiden’s center row, Nyxion pressed close behind him—her fluffy black tail swishing, dark skin gleaming, breasts massive and hips wide, the uniform accentuating every seductive curve.

Xylendra loomed behind Nyxion, tattooed and voluptuous, her presence like a shadow of temptation.

Zerra bounced behind Xylendra, her green skin vibrant, compact yet curvy form making the short skirt flip playfully.

On the noble side, across the divide, the three rows were a sea of opulence.

Elarion and Elara stood side by side in the centre —him with his short white hair neat, lean body hidden under the male uniform’s velvet blazer and trousers; her with long white hair flowing, busty figure poured into the female version, breasts straining the blouse, hips flaring the skirt.

Far ahead of them stood Ela, her lavender hair soft, composed demeanor a quiet island in the noble storm.

Aiden’s hands, however, were far from idle. Hidden by the press of bodies and the flowing cloaks, his left hand had slipped under Luna’s short skirt, palm cupping her firm, round ass through the thin lace panties, squeezing rhythmically.

His right did the same to Thristle—fingers digging into the plush purple flesh, kneading like dough.

No one outside their group noticed—the lines were too dense, the focus too forward—but Nayla, behind Luna, leaned in with a whisper.

“I want to switch places,” she hissed, eyes on Aiden’s hand. “Let me feel those fingers too, Husband.”

Luna and Thristle said in unison, “Stay where you are.”

Aiden chuckled softly. “Loves, let’s focus on what the teachers are saying. If we miss this, we might have to leave before we even enter a classroom.”

They all nodded, but Aiden’s smirk deepened.

His fingers slid further—left hand pushing aside Luna’s panties, three thick digits plunging into her dripping pussy; right hand doing the same to Thristle, two fingers thrusting into her tight asshole. Both women squirmed silently, biting their lips to stifle moans.

*Oh gods, Master—your fingers—stretching my pussy—nnngh—deeper—harder—fuck me with them—make me cum right here in line—please—* Luna’s inner thoughts raced, her thighs clenching around his hand, hips twitching subtly.

*My King—ahh—fingering my ass—feels so dirty—so good—ram them harder—wreck my hole—breed me later but finger-fuck me now—nnngh—* Thristle begged silently, pushing back against his hand.

Before the lines stood two female teachers—milfs both, their bodies screaming mature sensuality.

The noble one, Professor Elowen Voss (a distant aunt to the siblings, though unrelated by blood), had long golden hair cascading in perfect waves down her back, framing a face of haughty beauty: sharp emerald eyes, full crimson lips curved in a superior smile, high cheekbones dusted with faint rouge. Her massive breasts—easily the size of melons—heaved against a form-fitting black sheer top that left little to the imagination, nipples faintly visible through the fabric, connected by thin garters to a plaid mini skirt that hugged her massive hips and thick thighs like a second skin. Black fishnet stockings climbed her long legs, ending in heeled boots. Her body was a weapon—curves that could start wars, waist cinched tight, ass round and firm.

Beside her, the commoner teacher, Professor Mira Hale, had long brown hair tied in a neat bun, strands escaping to frame her warm, seductive face: soft hazel eyes, plump lips in a gentle smile, features that screamed approachable milf.

Her massive boobs strained a sleeveless lace tunic, the fabric sheer enough to hint at lace bra beneath, while a mini cotton skirt clung to her massive hips and thighs, a brown cape draped over her shoulders adding a touch of mystery.

Her stockings were simple black, boots practical yet sexy.

Professor Elowen stepped forward first, her voice silky and commanding. “Welcome, esteemed students, to the Albinos School of Wizards & Witchcraft. I am Professor Elowen Voss, instructor of Advanced Arcane Theory and Etiquette. It is my profound honor to greet you on this auspicious day—the beginning of what I hope will be a year filled with unparalleled talent, refinement, and the forging of true nobility. We expect great things from you… especially those of you who carry the weight of illustrious bloodlines.”

She paused, her emerald eyes sweeping the noble line with approval, lingering on Elarion and Elara. “May your mana shine as brightly as your heritage demands.”

Professor Mira smiled warmly, stepping up. “And I am Professor Mira Hale, your guide in Practical Mana Application and Herbalism. It’s wonderful to see so many bright faces—noble and common alike. I hope this year brings growth, friendship, and—”

“Indeed,” Elowen interrupted smoothly, her tone dripping condescension. “Growth for all, though some roots run deeper than others. Remember, dear students, talent is often inherited, not merely learned. But do try your best.”

Mira’s smile tightened slightly, but she continued undeterred. “As Professor Voss said, we’re excited for you all.”

Elowen waved her hand dismissively. “Now, to the entrance trials—essential for placing you in appropriate classes and ensuring the academy’s standards are upheld. First: Mana Measurement. We’ll evaluate your mana’s purity, capacity, and affinity. Based on this, you’ll be taught accordingly—those with superior mana will access advanced curricula, while… others will receive remedial support.”

She smirked at the commoner line. “Second: Magic Flow Control. This measures how precisely you can channel and control your mana flow—crucial for spellcasting. Nobles, I’m sure you’ll excel as always.”

Mira nodded. “It’s a test of focus and discipline—”

“And lineage,” Elowen added. “Third: Mixed Duel. A random pairing for short, controlled spars. Commoner versus noble is possible—though, stupid commoners, don’t worry too much. It’s random, so you won’t have to face true power unless fate decrees it. Think of it as… educational.”

The nobles chuckled; commoners shifted uneasily.

Aiden listened closely, his fingers working mercilessly—thrusting deeper into Luna’s pussy, curling to hit her G-spot; scissoring in Thristle’s ass, stretching her wider. Both women squirmed, faces flushed, biting back moans.

*Master—fingers—deeper—harder—wreck my pussy—make me squirt in line—please—finger me like a whore—* Luna pleaded internally, her walls clenching.

*My King—ass—stretch it—harder—ram those fingers—make it burn—fuck my hole raw—* Thristle begged silently, pushing back.

Suddenly, the girl in front of Aiden—a voluptuous commoner with short tousled ash-brown hair, large hazel eyes, and a curvy figure crammed into the uniform—turned slightly. “Isn’t she a bitch? Making all these tests just to make sure us commoners know our place.”

Aiden stared at her, fingers never stopping—thrusting harder, faster, making Luna and Thristle tremble.

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END OF Chapter : 250 : LINES AND LECTURES!

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