Chapter 214

“Wow,” Jordan said, breaking the silence. “You are on a roll today, Ana. Great question after great question.”

“Thank you,” Ana said, nodding at Jordan.

“You want me to do what?” Natalie exclaimed.

“Grow a cock on her,” Jordan said, patting Natalie’s leg. “She made that rather clear, I feel.”

“Not now,” Ana said. “I’m simply curious whether it would work.”

“How did you even come up with that?” Natalie choked out.

Ana tilted her head. “As I told you, because I enjoyed using yours. I quite liked that experience. Having both parts was,” she pursed her lips, “interesting.”

The bluntness was really putting Natalie off-foot. Or maybe it was the idea itself. Because sheesh. Growing a magical cock? On Ana? Or anyone?

A part of her wondered why she hadn’t come up with the idea.

“But it’s not worth wasting [Empower] on,” Ana said. “So only if a default illusion would suffice.”

“I can see why you wanted to wait to ask,” Liz squeaked. “W-Wow.” She hesitated, searching Ana’s face. “Was it ... really that much fun?”

Ana pursed her lips. “Yes. I would recommend all of you try it, if it turns out possible.” She tilted her head as she looked at Liz. “And it’s more fun with another person, of course. I could help you with it, if you wish, Elizabeth.”

At Ana casually offering to ‘take care’ of Liz’s first magical erection—in the same manner she would offer to join her in a sparring session—the poor healer’s face went a truly impressive scarlet. She shook her head rapidly, steam all but rising off her face, her short black hair bouncing up and down with the vigorous motion.

“T-That’s okay, Ana! Um! But thank you!”

Ana nodded, unperturbed at the rejection, then faced back to Natalie.

The brief diversion had at least given Natalie a second to compose herself. Marginally. Because her head was still spinning with possibilities.

And while it would be a stretch to expect [Illusion] to somehow grant physical sensations ... her entire class was a stretch.

She wouldn’t be all that surprised if it did.

Slowly, a plan formed.

Although Ana had been the one to ask, Natalie had another idea for who the guinea pig should be. Her attention shifted slowly to the left, landing on a prim white-haired fighter—whose blue eyes widened immediately.

Natalie tossed Sofia a monster core. She caught it fluidly, never one to fail a test of reflexes. She looked down at it.

It was, of course, the core holding her collar.

“Y-You’re kidding, Natalie,” she stammered. “You’re not testing it on me, are you?”

“We’ve got a collar to train,” Natalie replied, grinning.

“But Ana was the one who asked!”

“I have no need of it this instant,” Ana said mildly. “This is acceptable to me.”

“I bet it is!” Sofia protested, shooting a glare at the woman. She turned back to Natalie. “We’re in public.”

“It’s a private cabin.”

“The staff could come by at any moment!”

“They probably won’t,” Natalie said. “And they’d knock.” Besides, in the worst case, she had [Illusion] to get away with most slip-ups. She’d already put that skill to good use back in the locker room, in her first encounter with Sofia.

“Emphasis on probably!”

“Pets aren’t supposed to complain so much,” Natalie said disapprovingly. “They’re supposed to obey. Besides, it has to be an embarrassing situation. That’s how the collar works. Can’t train it otherwise.” She gestured impatiently for Sofia to continue. “Now, chop-chop.”

Sofia stared at her, aghast, for a moment—before, like she always did, blushing and giving in. She’d put up her brief protests, as her dignity demanded of her; now the idea took over. Her blue eyes drifted down to the monster core even as her cheeks started to burn a brighter and brighter red.