Chapter 15: Accidental Indecency
After the attribute test, Thunder was surprised to discover his rare **lightning affinity**. Even the grumpy enrollment officer raised an eyebrow.
After paying the **100 gold coins** tuition and receiving his apprentice robe, Thunder headed to the market, bought a horse for **10 gold**, and leisurely rode home.
The old man had told him to prepare today and return tomorrow for classes. Given his lightning affinity, Thunder was assigned to the **Lightning Magic Class**.
**"A man with intermediate mage's mana who can't cast a single spell!"** The old man muttered as Thunder left. **"Hah! The fire mages won't know what hit them."**
By dusk, Thunder arrived home, his black robe earning him awed stares from the servants.
**"Young Master looks dashing in this!"** Uncle Oak circled him, grinning. Little Tifa's eyes sparkled as if she were gazing at a legendary hero descending on rainbow clouds.
Carlos squatted nearby, grinning like an idiot.
After dinner, Thunder headed to bed—only to find Tifa following him into his room.
**"Something wrong?"** Thunder asked, puzzled.
Tifa shook her head.
**"Then why are you here?"**
**"Sleeping."** She pointed to a newly added bed in his study.
The little minx had **moved her bed in** while he was away!
**"Young Master is an important man now. Tifa must serve at all times,"** she declared.
**"But did you have to move your bed here?"** The study led directly to his bedroom—no door separating them.
**"Aren't you afraid I'll turn into a beast at night and sneak over?"** Thunder bared his teeth in a mock growl.
**"Tifa isn't scared!"** She darted past him, kicked off her shoes, and burrowed under the blankets—fully clothed. Peeking out, she added, **"Young Master, sleep early. Class tomorrow."**
Thunder sighed, closed the door, and retreated to his bedroom.
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**Fayel Magic and Martial Academy**
Thunder strolled down a tree-lined path, searching for his classroom while practicing **talisman-handling techniques**.
He hadn't slept well—not because of Tifa outside his door, but from excitement. **Tomorrow, he'd finally learn magic!**
Lost in thought, his hands moved fluidly through intricate gestures—until one accidentally **brushed something soft**.
A sharp **"Ah!"** snapped him back to reality.
Turning, he saw a girl in an apprentice robe, hands clutching her chest, glaring daggers at him.
**Oh no.**
His hand had definitely **grazed her chest**. Sweat dripped down his back.
The girl—**Beryl**—seethed as this **clueless oaf** stared shamelessly at her breasts.
**"What are you looking at? Never seen a girl before?"** She jutted her chest forward defiantly.
**"Did I… hit you here?"** Thunder pointed at her chest—just as she leaned in.
His fingertip **pressed against a pert peak**, and he **definitely** felt something **small and firm** beneath the fabric.
Beryl's face cycled through shades of red.
**"You—!"**
**Run.**
Thunder's **Heavenly Master's Steps** kicked in. In three strides, he **vanished**.
**"I'LL KILL HIM!"** Beryl's shriek echoed through the courtyard.
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**Lightning Magic Classroom**
Instructor **Maria**—known as the **"Goddess of Spring"** for her warmth and beauty—flipped through her notes. Only one student, **Eric**, sat in the spacious classroom, engrossed in his studies.
**"Eric, where's your sister?"** Maria asked gently.
Eric smiled. **"She overslept. Again."**
No one could resist Maria's grace—men especially turned into **love-struck fools** around her.
The door **slammed** open.
A golden-haired, blue-eyed beauty stood panting in the doorway, fists clenched.
Eric immediately **rolled his notes into a weapon** and hid behind a chair.
**"I'M GOING TO MURDER SOMEONE!"** Beryl stomped her foot.
**"I knocked! You said you wanted to sleep!"** Eric yelped.
Last time he stole a piece of her steak, she'd chased him across town with a **mop**.
Ignoring him, Beryl flung herself at Maria, burying her face in the instructor's **ample bosom**.
**"Professor… someone bullied me!"** she wailed.
Eric's jaw dropped.
**Who in this academy could possibly bully HER?**