Child.
Ophidoro immediately snapped back to reality—now was absolutely not the time to be fixated on how Sefina had activated 【Prison Lock】.
The urgent matter was how to deal with this extremely unfavorable situation!
No magic—close combat?
She glanced at Sefina—barely one and a half meters tall, petite in build. Although her gaze was fierce, there was no sign she was skilled in melee.
Meanwhile, Ophidoro herself stood one meter seventy-five, a demon with physical attributes far surpassing humans. Even without using magic, her strength and speed held absolute advantage,
not to mention her wings aiding her movement and balance.
Both were unarmed; theoretically, she had the upper hand in close combat.
So where did Sefina’s confidence come from?
No, it was that weapon! That strange firearm capable of firing highly lethal metal bullets without any magic! It was right there…
Almost the moment Ophidoro realized this, Sefina rolled sideways with a swift, agile motion, smoothly picking up the black handgun from the ground! Her movement was fluid, without a trace of hesitation!
The crisp sound of the bullet chambering was particularly harsh in the silent Forbidden Magic Domain, and the cold muzzle instantly aimed at Ophidoro!
Ophidoro’s pupils constricted. She absolutely could not take a direct hit! She had to get out of this damned 【Prison Lock】 zone immediately.
Once outside the domain, her magic would recover, and she had a thousand ways to crush this little pest!
Without hesitation, she leapt backward, spreading her jet-black dark wings with all her might, intending to use her physical strength to smash through the window behind and escape!
But the next second—
“Bang—!”
A gunshot shattered the silent room; Sefina pulled the trigger!
The bullet pierced through the right wing of Ophidoro.
“Ugh!”
Ophidoro emitted a painful grunt. The sharp pain from her wing caused her to lose balance instantly; her body, just barely airborne, tilted heavily,
crashing hard onto the floor.
Black feathers and a trace of crimson blood splattered.
She tried to condense her wing again, but within the 【Prison Lock】 domain, even this racial talent was heavily suppressed; the wing’s glow flickered a few times before fading weakly into nothingness.
Sefina coldly stared at her fallen enemy, the muzzle of the gun steadily pointed at her.
Seeing Ophidoro’s exquisite face twisted in pain and anger, and the helplessness flashing in her eyes, Sefina’s heart surged with a strong sense of satisfaction and delight.
The humiliation before… today it was finally…
Just as her spirit relaxed slightly, preparing to deliver the final judgment—
“Ah—!”
An unprecedentedly fierce surge exploded from the magical tattoo on her lower abdomen.
Far more intense and overwhelming than any previous occurrence!
Sefina felt dizzy and disoriented, her vision blacking out; her strength was utterly drained, her legs buckled, and she collapsed uncontrollably.
The gun in her hand slipped free, dropping to the floor nearby with a dull thud.
Her breathing grew rapid and shallow, cheeks flushed almost to the point of bleeding, the internal heatwave ran rampant, like a volcanic eruption sweeping through every nerve ending.
Her physiological response reached an unprecedented peak, nearly drowning out the last remnants of her reason…
What was happening?!
She could clearly remember she had been holding on before… so why now… all of a sudden…?
Ophidoro gritted her teeth against the sharp pain radiating from the base of her wing and struggled to sit up.
She looked at Sefina, who had suddenly collapsed and was clearly unwell, momentarily stunned, then her eyes glinted with shock, quickly replaced by sly glee and schadenfreude.
Rubbing her aching shoulder, Ophidoro’s lips curled into that loathsome smile once more:
“Heh… looks like luck isn’t on your side after all. Forcing an Eighth-Tier Magic beyond your limits, combined with such intense emotional fluctuations, fully triggered the deepest effects of the magical tattoo, didn’t it? Your body’s already at its limit.”
“Rat-a-tat—rat-a-tat—”
Enduring the pain, she stood again, her high heels clicking steadily on the cold floor, step by step closing in on Sefina, who had completely lost the ability to resist and was curled up on the floor in agony.
Sefina’s whole body burned hot, her consciousness already blurring; the overwhelming shame and helplessness almost swallowed her whole.
She painfully stretched out a hand, inching it toward the black handgun so close yet seemingly miles away…
That was her last hope…
However—
“ABOJ—”
Her wrist—
Just as her fingertips were about to touch the cold metal of the gun, a foot clad in a delicate high heel mercilessly pressed down, crushing her slender wrist.
Pain surged through her, utterly severing her final hope.
Sefina’s heart plummeted to the depths of despair as she closed her eyes hopelessly.
Was she really going to trigger that humiliating defeat CG here…
Ophidoro let out a contemptuous yet delighted laugh, looking down imperiously at the prey who had utterly lost the ability to resist.
She crouched down, cold fingertips forcibly lifting Sefina’s burning chin, compelling those wine-red eyes, now glazed and scattered, to meet her deep purple ones.
“It hurts, doesn’t it? Look at you, so pitiful…”
Ophidoro’s voice was saccharine, dripping with unhidden malice.
“It’s okay, don’t be afraid. I’ll ‘help you find relief~~’”
“Don’t… go away…”
Sefina barely managed to squeeze out those words with the last bit of strength, voice faint and weak.
Her body was as limp as a pool of spring water, unable to even lift a finger.
Despite her overwhelming disgust and resistance, she could only watch as Ophidoro’s slender fingers began to roam freely over her burning skin…
“Ah—!”
Sefina suddenly sat up on the bed, heart pounding wildly, breath rapid, cold sweat dotting her forehead.
She looked around in a daze; moonlight spilled softly through the curtains, the room quiet and peaceful.
The desk, the wardrobe, and the half-written letter—all intact, no sign of any battle.
She was wearing a soft nightgown, snug under the covers.
“Ugh… my head hurts…”
She rubbed her throbbing temples, her mind clearing gradually.
That was… a dream?
Sefina recalled: after the magical tattoo flared up, she had ended up… humiliating herself.
The intense excitement was followed by extreme fatigue and drowsiness—that was another cursed side effect of the tattoo.
She had passed out, then had that long, harrowing nightmare.
Thinking about it, it made sense; Oserenka Magic Academy, as the empire’s top institution, had such a strong protective barrier—there was no way an Eighth-Tier demon could have infiltrated the faculty dorms unnoticed.
For a demon to slip into the heavily guarded royal capital was nearly impossible, let alone the academy’s core area.
“Sigh…” she exhaled deeply, but the thrill and humiliation from the dream lingered, unsettling her heart.
Although her body had temporarily calmed after ‘relieving’ herself, the fatigue washed over her like a tide.
So tired… physically and mentally exhausted.
She lay back down, pulling the covers over herself. Tomorrow she had to teach those endlessly energetic students—rest was necessary.
With a mix of lingering fear and helplessness, Sefina forced her eyes closed, trying to dispel the shadows of the nightmare and sink into real sleep.
Aaahhhhh!!!! Apa ini !!!!
Hanya mimpi!???