Gifted Guy

Michael returns to the Hall of Attainment and shows the girls the robes. Illococoo and Tiffania are both instantly attached to them, but Charlotte was looking hers over with a neutral expression...

"Colour?" she simply asks, finding it all rather bland.

He shrugs, "You can customize it if you like, but Ebonthread is just naturally this colour... I can give it back to Eddith if you want though."

She shakes her head and clutches it to her chest, "No, it's fine. Thank you."

Illococoo excitedly grabs both other girls and drags them into Maria's room to swap robes, honestly, she seemed more excited that they were clothes personally designed for her than anything else.

Michael heads to his own room to change as well, the robes fitting like a silk glove. He didn't bother putting his armour on though, as he felt like he'd be LARPing doing it inside the College. The robes were comfortable, but, he'd need to wear them in before they'd be perfect... Like a new pair of boots.

Outside the room, he finds himself and a few other Apprentices staring at the girls. Unlike the robes the College provides, these were almost form-fitting, clearly displaying the girl's 'assets'. This was particularly noticeable with Tiffania and Illococoo, who both had bust sizes that'd put any woman in Skyrim to shame...

"Gods... Am I dreaming?" Borvir utters, his voice unconsciously making its way from his slacked jaw.

Michael crosses his arms and gives a nod to them, "Looking good. And those robes are probably better than any armour you'd find around here."

"Does it really look good?" Tiffania asks, tentatively looking herself over, only causing more trouble for the observers...

Illococoo smiles brightly and spins on her heel, taking the chance to show off her new clothes... Charlotte just stands there silently though, looking at everyone's reaction instead of focussing on her own outfit... She does glance down at her chest after noticing where all of their gazes were, however... "Perverts..."

"Are you allowed to wear your own robes though? Everyone I've seen wears the College ones." Yisra asks from the side, looking with interest at the girl's clothes.

Michael nods, "Yeah, it's just that there isn't much else better than them. The base Apprentice's robes enhance your Magicka and spell efficiency, but Senior Apprentice robes can be enchanted to make certain schools of magic easier to use. To be frank, these robes aren't even enchanted yet, so you'd be better off using the College ones."

Illococoo shakes her head, "No, I'm using this instead!" she states, puffing her large chest out proudly.

Tiffania nods, "It is a gift..."

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The rest of the day continues relatively normal after that, aside from the curious looks that some students sent their way. The Arch-Mage was the only person who actually spoke to them about it, taking an interest in the previously thought extinct Ebonthread. He'd even asked if he could borrow some get himself an Ebonthread Arch-Mage robe commissioned... To which Michael had to refuse... He didn't have that much left, and he wanted to use it to repair their robes if they ever got damaged.

The Arch-Mage understood though, it wasn't like he was lacking in the equipment department... His robes were designed to mimic the one Shalidor would usually wear... To be honest, Michael wouldn't be surprised if they were Shalidor's robes that he'd left for other Arch-Mage's to inherit.

Soon enough night rolls around, but Michael wasn't anywhere near to being tired... Indeed, he'd been anticipating this night for a while... He'd finally make his move...

*Knock, Knock, Knock.*

"It's open."

Michael pushes the door to Tiffania's room open and walks inside, this wasn't strange as they alternated which room both would sleep in. Neither had wanted to stop the habit of sleeping with one another... It used to just be to soothe both Michael and her nightmares, hers of being burned at the stake, and his time being a slave under Sheffield and Cromwell.

It had evolved past that though, but neither had dared to take the next step, until now. Unfortunately, their inexperience would make it far harder than it had to be...

"Hey, Tiff, how're you doing?"

She stands from her desk, having just finished noting some things down about the Familiar Ritual they were still researching. "Fine...? Why, is something wrong?" she starts, quickly noticing that he was acting differently to usual.

Michael's cheeks redden, feeling as if he'd already messed things up, "I was thinking that, you know, we should... We could..." he shakes his head, forcing himself to calm his erratic breathes, "I want you, Tiff."

...

"Y-you what?" she squeaks, her quill falling from her fingers.

He takes one step closer, "I want you to be mine, I want us. You know, lovers... Do you not want-"

"N-no! I mean, yes?" she stutters out, "If you think we are ready...?"

He gives a sharp nod, "I know we are. I've been circling around it for long enough. I've made up my mind, so... You can refuse me if you want, but I won't stop until I've heard you say it." he says, affirming his determination and twisting the lock on her door. He felt kind of rapey doing it this way, but he felt that if he didn't make it abundantly clear then he'd end up running away...

She just smiles, "I've been yours since the day you saved me, Michael... I-I lov-" she's cut off as he moves in and kisses her, their tongues instantly wrapping around one another, as they begin what they started at the end of their date.

His hands roam her body and grope her ass, causing her to let out a sweet moan at his rough treatment. She lets out a hard breath and leans her body against his as her legs almost give out, both from the anticipation and the adrenaline coursing through her. "T-take me." she almost begs in an incredibly cute manner.

Michael was sure that blood would've shot from both of his nostrils if this were an anime. But the only physical reaction she got instead was his junior hardening like a rock.