Chapter 171

Before Natalie made any moves to experiment with her illusions, she stalked toward Camille, who, eyes widening, backpedaled—probably because of the expression on Natalie’s face.

“Woah. Wait. What?”

Natalie grabbed the mage’s hips and pushed them into the wall, not so gently. Keeping her pinned there, she leaned forward until her lips hovered an inch from Camille’s. The girl quaked in place, amusingly easy to make react. She panted hot air onto Natalie’s mouth.

“Don’t worry,” Natalie murmured. “Just wanted to kiss. Not mad at how rough you were, or anything.”

Camille laughed, a breathy exhalation. She didn’t protest as Natalie finished closing the gap. They shared a long, lingering kiss that got more heated as it went. When Natalie broke off, she looked at the girl with half-lidded eyes, feeling warm, and also a bit smug.

“You sure act confident,” Natalie said. “But it’s not hard to turn that around. It’s all an act.”

Camille swallowed, eyes flickering across her face. Natalie was close enough to feel the pounding of her heart. Her tits were pressed up against the other girl’s, her knee teasing between her legs.

“Not sure what you mean,” Camille said breathily.

“You’re trembling.”

“Allegedly.”

Natalie laughed. She eased off the other woman. The feigned bravado was pretty cute.: the funny mix of confidence and vulnerability that showed as soon as Natalie put a little pressure on.

“Alright,” Natalie said. “Let’s do this. Illusion training. Where should I start? With who?”

“Tess?”

“Weren’t you the one saying that was weird?”

“Yeah. But aren’t you two girlfriends now? I’ve seen you around.”

“It’s just a casual thing. We’re not girlfriends.”

Camille snorted. “A ‘casual thing’. You have a lot of those, don’t you?”

“Not that many.”

“You’re fucking half our class.”

“Not even.”

“Your entire team. Plus me. And several others around campus.”

“I’m—” She paused. She’d been about to say, ‘I’m not fucking my entire team, or you’, but that was more of a semantics argument. “Whatever. But Tess? You really think we should?”

“Mm,” Camille said. “Actually, I’ve got a better idea. Use me.”

“You?”

“That way, we can test some things.” She grinned. “Like how accurate it is. Assuming you haven’t been peeping on me.” She fiddled with her uniform’s neckline, teasing it lower. “I’ve got a birthmark. Think magic will keep things accurate?”

From memory, Tess’s naked image had been pretty realistic to the real thing, so she assumed so. But this was a great way to confirm it. “Huh. Okay, sure.”

Several weeks of training meant she didn’t need her hammer to form the spell. Plus, lewd uses of her abilities had always come more naturally than real ones. She threw in an [Empower] to help, which, again, she recognized as a waste of carnal energy, but she was allowed some inefficiencies. She’d be making up the points with Camille.

Light swirled and solidified in front of them, forming an exact replica of Camille. With one difference: the mage was nude, her body fully exposed, not an inch of fabric anywhere. The image blinked down at herself, then jolted, her hands shooting up to cover her tits and between her legs. She blushed furiously.