Let the Games Begin (R-18)

Entering the locker room with hurried steps, his heart racing. The heat on his skin seemed unbearable, a boiling energy running through his body. Without hesitation, grabbed the collar of his uniform and pulled it up piece by piece, sliding the fabric over his skin until she was free of all of they. She threw the garment aside, feeling the cool air shiver his exposed skin.

She crossed the locker room, feeling the cold of the floor against her bare feet, and turned on the faucet. Warm jets of water slid over her body, bringing immediate relief but unable to extinguish the pain.

"Aaaaah..." she moaned softly as her hands began to explore her own body. The sound of the falling water was like music to her ears, creating a hypnotic rhythm that accompanied the movement of her hands.

With trembling hands, Boscha began to caress her breasts, feeling the tips harden under her fingers. "Mmmmm...", she murmured as her hands moved down her abdomen, reaching the point where her desire was most intense.

her legs were shaking and her breathing was heavy, while her eyes were closed and her right hand moved quickly around her clitoris, she moaned softly as she felt the pleasure take over her

"ah... this feels so good..."

she mumbled as she rubbed herself against the wall.

"Oooooh..." she moaned louder now as her hands worked in sync to satisfy the desire that had been awakened within her. The sound of the falling water seemed to increase in intensity: "

"Ahhhn... ahn...!"

Boscha closed her eyes and let the warm water massage her back as her hands continued to explore her body. The pleasure was increasing now: "Aaaaah... mmmmm... ooooh...". The sound of falling water seemed to merge with the moans.

"Looks like you're having fun."

The sudden voice made Boscha whirl around, her heart pounding. High on a cabinet, Oliver watched her with a casual smile, holding an enchanted scroll that projected a floating image—he was recording.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here, you pervert?!" She tried to cover her body with one hand while the other formed a circle to conjure a fireball, but something moved faster. A shadowy tentacle shot out and dispelled her magic before she could cast it.

Oliver tilted his head, amused by her reaction. "I don't know if they'll think I'm a bigger pervert than you after this goes up on Penstagram."

Boscha felt a chill run down her spine. "You wouldn't dare!" She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body, her eyes burning with anger and nervousness.

Oliver turned the parchment in his fingers, letting the image flicker in the air. "Why do you think I wouldn't? After everything you've put me through over the years?"

Her teeth gritted. "I'm going to call the principal. You'll be expelled for this."

He laughed, a light, carefree sound. "Call anyone you want... But will they arrive before I post this on the school forum?"

Boscha clenched her fists, irritation boiling inside her. "What do you want from me?"

"A game."

"W...what?" His confusion was evident.

 He slid a finger across the scroll, uploading the video. 

She fell to her knees, her eyes fixed on the projected image. "No..."

Oliver tilted the parchment screen for her to see. "Relax, I set it to automatically post after half an hour."

Oliver holds out three fingers—"Three challenges."

"If you beat me at any one, I'll give you this and you can erase everything. But if it takes thirty minutes... well, you know what happens."

Boscha forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to regain control. But just as she prepared to attack, Oliver waved his hand, and tendrils of dark energy rose up around her.

"Why don't I just finish you off and take this by force?" She conjured two new fireballs, her eyes glowing with fury.

Oliver smiled, his eyes taking on a pink glow as the energy around him intensified. "Because I'm stronger than you."

The tentacles shot out, extinguishing his flames in midair.

Boscha took a deep breath, clutching the towel to her body. Her heart was pounding with anger and frustration, but she knew she had no choice. Oliver was strong—more than she cared to admit—and those strange, shadowy tentacles were fast enough to defeat her in any fight.

"Fine." His voice was steady despite the tension. "I accept your damn game."

Oliver smiled, satisfied. "Good. I hope it holds up."

With a snap of his fingers, he made the scroll float and project

a magic timer in the air. 30 minutes. Time began to run.