bonus chapter 2

Occult club wrapped early that foggy afternoon at Eldridge Academy—students filing out with rune sketches and spider talismans (Vicky's "literary props"), whispers of her witchy hints buzzing harmlessly.Door clicked shut; Vicky locked it, turning to Edward—her sole lingering "member," shy otaku nephew fidgeting amid candles and grimoires. Professional sheen intact: wayfarer glasses low, black cardigan buttoned over dress shirt, pencil skirt taut, high heels silent now. Deadly rose perfume veiled any fishy afterglow, red lips smirking tsundere-sassy.

"Tch, alone for real lessons, handsome monkey." Arm slung around his shoulder, cheek-rub hug devolved to nibble-kiss. "Club's cover—time for occult truth." She unveiled a hidden altar drawer: athame glinting beside his foreskin-scrap talisman (potion relic), spider idols chanting silent spells. "Brewing fertility hex tonight—your cum essence base." Haughty hands unzipped him dominant-sub mix, kneeling gracefully. "Reward for good boy."

Velvet lips enveloped his circumcised length—femdom throat control first (edging growls: "Hold it, perv"), flipping submissive (pleading eyes: "Flood Auntie, please"). Fishy musk rose faintly (her fetish bliss, his autism-soothe), moans muffled by suction. Climax neared—his hands tentative in her waves—when knock rattled the door.

"Ms. Blackwood? Principal Hargrove—forgotten keys?" Voice authoritative; knob jiggled.

Vicky froze mid-bob, cum-teased ropes hovering with a cock in her mouth. Tsundere lightning: she swallowed greedily (salty victory), zipped him slickly, shoved grimoire/athame into desk (talisman pocketed). Wiping red lips, glasses adjusted, cardigan smoothed—rose scent masking all. "Coming!" High heels clicked; door cracked professionally. "Principal? Edward helping tidy—club props."

Hargrove peered: empty room illusion perfect, Edward "organizing" books, blush masked as shyness. "Smelled incense? Odd vibes." Suspicion flickered—occult rumors, her "weird" aura.

"Just lavender candles—literature immersion," she sassed haughtily. "Shakespeare's witches, you know." He grunted, left keyless.

Door shut; she pounced Edward in relieved hug. "Close, monkey—our secrets safe. They'd laugh." Nibble-kiss sealed; rose thorns pricked excitement.

Forbidden flames burned hotter, undetected. Happily ever after.

The End.