Chapter 115: Magical Blue Balls

I couldn’t tell what time it was anymore…

I thought it might be daytime, but I couldn’t really confirm it. The room was completely sealed; nothing, not light, not sound, could get through the walls.

The only thing lighting up the place was a small orange mechanical bulb resting on a counter cluttered with syringes.

It worked more like a dim, sickly lamp than anything else.

But knowing the time was the least of my problems.

Especially with…

“Still having fun?”

Evelina was still straddling me, hips pressed down against mine, smiling devilishly to show off her pointed fangs. Her cheeks burned a deep red as she savored the way my body reacted beneath her.

She was driving me insane… in all the worst and best ways.

At least she had finally stopped grinding against me, apparently satisfied with how wrecked I already was.

Every inch of my body, every muscle fiber, was wound tight and ready to snap. I felt like an animal kept in chains, and that wasn’t just me being overdramatic.

Her scent, her warmth, her magic—everything about her was pushing me closer to something raw and feral.

The phantom pain was gone, but I wasn’t sure this new, throbbing need was any better.

“Evelina… my lady…”

The title slipped out of my mouth on instinct.

“Oh~?”

She giggled and, to my absolute horror, pushed herself off the bed, stripping me of every last bit of pleasure she’d been merciful enough to leave me.

I forced myself upright, but as expected, I still couldn’t do anything but sit there, aching and useless…

She had me completely under her control, my body straining for her with no way to escape it.

“Seems like you’re ready now.”

“R-Ready…?”

I let out a disbelieving laugh, teetering on the edge of insanity and frustration.

“It’s already day three… and…”

She looked below and glanced briefly at the prominent bulge on my bloodied pants.

“Well… I’ll let you discover the rest of my impromptu plan soon…”

[Dark Step]

FWOOSH!

She vanished without warning, and as soon as the last trace of her succubus energy faded, control over my body snapped back all at once.

GASP!

It felt like I’d been holding my breath the entire night…

But… did she just say it’s day three already?

“I sense him here!”

“Prepare to bombard the building!”

I could hear loud voices coming from outside my room—no, outside the entire building. They weren’t coming from just one place; they surrounded me on all sides.

The moment Evelina left and stopped cloaking my presence, they immediately detected me and teleported to my location. I could only assume that the obvious target marker above my head had returned as well.

But…

I wasn’t in the mood to hold back anymore…

I needed this examination done.

Now.

***

“Prepare your spells!”

“Why are we even doing this?”

“So we don’t accidentally eliminate each other, you idiot…”

“What happens if Lady D’Arclight attacks again…”

“She should be tired by now. We have the upper hand.”

The professors were all arguing with each other, all too greedy to even agree on a plan as simple as the total annihilation of an entire building.

As for the students… they were also present, although less greedy than the professors.

Biding their time this time, and much farther away just in case another terrifying rainfall happens.

“Let’s just get this over with!” A professor yelled out, eyes flaming bright.

[Fire Brig-CRACK!

“H-Huh?”

[Profaned Serpent]

BOOM!

The entire top half of the building exploded, the professors immediately scrambling for cover and defense spells to block the incoming rubble.

But that would be the least of their worries.

“E-End this examination…”

I emerged from the crater with a manic and cracked laugh, standing at its center as my magic overflowed in every direction from the sheer strain and frustration my body had been subjected to.

It was an ache. A throbbing, crawling pressure under my skin that had nowhere to go, no release, no outlet. Evelina hadn’t just pinned me down—she’d wound me up and left every nerve in my body begging for some kind of discharge.

Then I stopped suddenly.

I’ve completely lost it.

“Now!”

[Endless Fang]

[Echo (On)]

[Eye of the Profaned (Unique)]

[Profaned Oblivion Rain]

For a second… nothing happened.

No grand flash of light. No massive surge of pressure. No dramatic casting circle screaming across the sky like the ones professors loved to show off with during demonstrations meant to impress first-years.

Just… silence.

A few of them even lowered their guards slightly, confusion creeping across their faces as they glanced at one another, brows furrowing, shoulders loosening just a fraction.

“…That’s it?”

“Did he miscast?”

“I didn’t feel a formula being solved…”

Their voices blurred together, muffled and distant, like I was listening through water, sound dulled at the edges.

Because honestly… I wasn’t really there.

I didn’t carefully shape the spell. Didn’t calculate the output. Didn’t stabilize the structure.

I just… poured and gave the most half-assed answer possible to a spell formula.

Every second Evelina kept me pinned down. Every breath I couldn’t take. Every time my body twitched and I couldn’t move.

All of it.

I dumped it straight into the sky without sorting any of it out, without trimming or polishing anything.

I completely brute-forced the spell formula through sheer stubbornness and magic.

If it fizzled, it fizzled. If it backlashed, it backlashed. If it knocked me out too, whatever.

I just wanted this exam done and finished, no more Corvus plan, no more holding back.

The air above the district shuddered.

Like reality itself had flinched, like the whole sky recoiled from what I’d shoved into it.

Then the clouds started to peel back slowly, unnaturally, folding away from a single point overhead as if something underneath them was pushing outward, and the atmosphere didn’t quite know how to cope.

My spell didn’t form neatly either.

It stamped into existence in layers, overlapping, misaligned—some half-formed, some cracked, some just straight up failing.

Dozens. Hundreds. Then so many they blurred together into one massive, writhing thing that swallowed the sky whole, like a tangled web of symbols and tendrils trying to remember they were supposed to be a spell.

“…That’s not an AOE spell…” someone muttered, voice thin.

“…Are you crazy!? That’s clearly an AOE!”

“Shut the fuck up, you two, and get away!”

It was barely even magic anymore.

It was just pressure given shape. A direction for everything in me that had nowhere else to go.

My lips curled before I realized I was smiling.

“…I’m way too pent up,” I said quietly.

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