Versie spoke softly. “Teacher, lie down on the sofa. It’ll be easier to massage that way.”
Sefina hesitated for a moment, but after a brief pause, she nodded. She slipped off her short boots, revealing her slender ankles and calves wrapped in white, thick stockings, then obediently lay down on the wide, soft sofa in the private room.
The sofa was plush, and her body sank into it slightly. Her blue hair spilled across her neck and shoulders.
A barely perceptible, cunning curve flickered across the corner of Versie’s lips. She removed her own shoes, then lightly climbed onto the sofa, straddling Sefina’s waist with her knees apart.
This position allowed her to completely cover her petite teacher beneath her, while also limiting any potential movement.
Versie leaned forward, placed both hands on Sefina’s shoulders again, and began to massage in earnest. The pressure was indeed well-controlled—neither too hard nor too soft, just right for Sefina’s slightly tense shoulder and neck muscles.
Moreover, Versie’s fingertips carried just the right amount of warmth as she pressed and kneaded along the muscle fibers. While her technique couldn’t match Flovi’s professionally trained methods, it was clear she had studied seriously.
Sefina let out a soft breath, feeling the soreness and stiffness in her shoulders gradually dissolve. She even unconsciously relaxed her body, burying her cheek in the soft cushion of the sofa. A light, comfortable hum nearly escaped her lips but was stifled just in time.
Versie’s massage slowly moved downward from the shoulders to the back. Her palms conformed to the slender curve of Sefina’s spine beneath her clothes, the pressure still pleasant.
Versie could feel the body beneath her hands gradually lowering its defenses, becoming soft. The accumulated fatigue of recent days was melting away, and Sefina was almost on the verge of succumbing to this relaxation.
However, at that moment, a sly and dangerous grin spread across the corner of Versie’s mouth. Sefina even gently closed her eyes.
‘Just about the right time.’
‘My plan can begin now.’
Just as Sefina’s breathing became even and long, and her body and mind were at their most relaxed, Versie’s hands, which had been massaging, suddenly slid downward. She precisely grasped both of Sefina’s wrists and pinned them above her head.
Sefina’s eyes snapped open. A flicker of confusion passed through her wine-red pupils, then was immediately replaced by shock.
“What are you—”
Before Sefina could finish her question, Versie, with lightning speed, used her free hand to quickly reach into Sefina’s sleeve. She knew her teacher’s habits too well. Sefina always kept her wand tucked inside her sleeve, ready for use in an emergency.
And now—
Whoosh!
The ice-blue wand was easily pulled out by Versie. Sefina felt the emptiness around her wrist and then saw her wand arc through Versie’s hand before being casually tossed to the carpet on the other side of the sofa, landing with a dull thump.
“Give it back!”
Sefina flared with anger and struggled to sit up, but her wrists were firmly locked in Versie’s grip, and her knees were pressed down by Versie’s legs. For a moment, she couldn’t move at all.
Versie, however, was unperturbed by her anger. She let out a light, delighted laugh, full of malicious pleasure. She leaned forward, letting her weight press down slightly.
Her ice-blue hair fell, almost intertwining with Sefina’s blue strands.
Versie’s lips drew close to Sefina’s ear, her warm breath brushing against Sefina’s already-reddened earlobe. “Now… Teacher has no way to resist, does she?”
Sefina bit her lower lip, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. A mage without a wand was like a beast stripped of its fangs and claws—helpless prey.
She never imagined that Versie, that girl, would take advantage of her relaxation and snatch her wand in such a near-“ambush” manner!
“You—!”
Sefina’s cheeks flushed crimson with anger, her wine-red eyes blazing with humiliation and fury.
“It’s because Teacher was too relaxed. How can you blame me? Hmm? Underhanded?”
Versie tilted her head, the sly, wicked grin on her face growing more pronounced.
As she spoke, she adjusted her grip. She released one hand, but that hand quickly slid down to press against Sefina’s side, while using her knee to more firmly pin Sefina’s leg that was trying to bend. Her other hand still held Sefina’s wrist, gently twisting it behind her back.
It was a posture that was both intimate and extremely dominating. Sefina was forced to lie prone on the sofa, one hand pinned behind her, her waist and legs held down by Versie’s weight and knees. She had almost completely lost any chance of resistance.
Sefina’s petite frame, barely reaching 150 cm, was no match for Versie’s taller, more powerful build. She struggled a few times, but the only result was her clothes becoming slightly disheveled and her breathing becoming more ragged. It was useless.
“Let me go!”
Sefina snapped again, her voice carrying clear anger and a hint of panic. Other students might have had “ulterior motives” toward her, but their feelings mostly remained at the level of tentative exploration or naive infatuation.
Mia’s straightforward “proposal” had already been the limit, and even she was embarrassed afterward. But Versie—she wasn’t even pretending anymore!
However, Versie ignored her teacher’s shout. Instead, she lowered her head, her nose almost touching the back of Sefina’s neck, and inhaled deeply. “Mm… Teacher has the scent of coffee on her, and also a little… a very clean smell.”
Versie’s voice carried a lazy, teasing tone, as if she were appraising an interesting object.
“Versie!”
Sefina’s voice trembled, not only from anger but also from a kind of unknown fear. “You… what are you going to do?!”
Sefina could feel Versie’s breath spraying on the side of her neck and behind her ear, as well as the warmth and weight of the other girl’s body. This feeling of being completely at someone else’s mercy made her heart clench.
Versie finally lifted her face, her ice-blue eyes brimming with undisguised interest. She looked at Sefina’s flushed cheek, reddened from struggling and humiliation, and curved her lips into a sweet yet dangerous smile.
Versie’s lips again drew close to Sefina’s ear, and the warm breath, carrying clear and unmistakable words, drilled into Sefina’s ear: “What do you think, Teacher~? I haven’t had a proper chance to play with Teacher’s body yet… I wonder what it tastes like, hmm~?”
Hearing this, Sefina’s body trembled violently. She bit her lower lip, almost drawing blood from the soft flesh.