Loid didn't answer immediately.
His eyes flicked from the destroyed dummies... to Arthur... then back again.
"...Yes," he said finally, his voice tight. "That will suffice."
He began furiously writing down paragraphs instead of lines.
"Well," Loid muttered half to himself, "if two spears penetrated four targets, then a single spear likely has the output to breach at least three sequential Bronze defenses. The drop in force is from dispersion, not structural instability... If he can split beyond two..."
His quill moved faster.
"With proper scaling, this could become a Silver-tier battlefield spell. Area suppression. Anti-horde potential. If refined---"
"LOID!"
The shout cracked across the dojo like thunder.
Every head snapped toward the upper platform.
A tall figure stood overlooking the training floor, robes trimmed in silver thread, his presence heavy enough that even the air felt denser.
Loid stiffened instantly.
"...Head Examiner," he said, bowing slightly.
"Why is it that I felt a Silver-level attack here? Surely your bloodline isn't so faulty you couldn't tell the level of skill a minor nobleman or commoner would have?" The Head Examiner preached from the upper platform, looking down on everyone.
"No sir, it's just that... well, he's a Webb." And as if a bomb was dropped, a collective gasp filled the dojo—more of surprise than disgust. Only those with disgusted looks were clearly from other noble families, knowing more of the details as to why the Webbs were treated as such.
The Head Examiner squinted his eyes at Arthur, who returned the favor, looking the man dead in the eyes.
"I see... Carry on then, Loid. Just make sure he meets with Mrs. Foxwell before you send him on his way." Walking away, the Head Examiner turned tail as if what Arthur did was nothing more than child's play.
"Mr. Webb, as you heard, we are to continue with your benchmark testing. However, since I can tell you're low on mana, we'll have to settle this another time. In the meantime, you are to meet with Mrs. Foxwell, as commanded by Head Examiner Russell, to be questioned regarding your bloodline power."
"I understand." Arthur sighed, watching the awe in people's eyes shift into something uglier. Many of them now stared at him like a zoo animal, especially the girls.
Meanwhile, a few of the boys turned their attention to Mira, sly smiles spreading across their faces.
Mira, feeling the stares, grew cold in response.
"Follow me. I'll take you to where Mrs. Foxwell is waiting," Loid said, no longer writing on his parchment as he walked off.
As he followed after Loid, he made sure to take Mira's hand, giving her a quick squeeze to let her know to ignore the stares.
Letting go of her hand, they reached Mrs. Foxwell's supposed office—or at least what Arthur could assume it was, as a "do not enter unless permitted" sign was posted on the door.
"In here you'll meet Mrs. Foxwell. She will finish the rest of your enrollment, as she was going to already. However, with some of your benchmarks not tested, we will need to conduct those at a later time." Loid said as he wrote his final note on his parchment, turning away and leaving both Mira and Arthur in front of the door.
Turning the knob, Arthur opened the door, and whatever he was expecting wasn't this.
Whatever soundproofing the door had was gone the moment it opened—he could hear everything now.
"AAAAHHHH! Yes! Harder, baby!" A slutty voice cut through the air as the sounds of skin on skin echoed through the room.
Following the sound, a sight to match it stared right back at them. Lying on her stomach on the desk, a woman who Arthur could only assume was Mrs. Foxwell was getting her pussy pounded by a large black man.
Her large breasts, proudly displayed in the generous boob window of her dark dress, bounced rhythmically as the man pounded into her.
"You like that, don't you, you damn cow?" the man said, smacking the woman's ass. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. The skirt of her dress was hiked above her hips, giving him a perfect view of her plump ass.
Smack
Smack
Smack
As the two indulged in their carnal desires, both Arthur and Mira stayed petrified at the sight. Even though they too were perverts in their own right, nothing could have prepared them for the sight of their supposed MILF professor getting railed on her desk by a large black man, smacking her ass as if it was his personal toy.
"I'm close," the man groaned as Mrs. Foxwell started pushing back against the man, as if telling him to finish deep inside.
And with a final thrust, he came deep inside her, grabbing her hair and pulling her back, causing her breasts to finally break free, showing off beautiful pink areolas that highlighted her figure.
As the man let go of Mrs. Foxwell's hair, she lay back on the desk, breathing deeply. She then pushed herself off the desk as the man pulled his cock out. A flood of semen leaked out, staining the floor.
Grabbing her panties, which lay at her feet, Mrs. Foxwell readjusted herself, making herself look more ladylike as she lowered her skirt, making it no longer raised above her hips.
"Sorry I came so fast, mama. I've been trying to get better like you asked, but you're just so beautiful it's hard not to." The once rough and tough man had long disappeared, leaving a meek 6'6" tall man drooping his head in embarrassment.
"It's okay, baby. I know how much this body is to die for, so don't feel bad. Next time you can focus on your pleasure with a little foreplay before we reach the main course." Mrs. Foxwell comforted the man. While only being 6'2", she looked like a mother babying her child.
"And besides, it's time you go back and work on your lesson plans, since you finally got that teaching position you always wanted, so don't slack off now," she said while rubbing her hands along his chest, teasing him even as she told him to go.
"Yes, mama." The man said as he pulled up his pants and buttoned up his shirt, trying to ignore mama's advances, knowing he'd fail her if he gave into temptation.
"Oh, and I guess I should do my job as well. Hi there, kiddos! You should shut that door, as, while I'm all for a little exhibitionist play, I don't think you would like that very much, would you?"
Addressing both Arthur and Mira, both were caught watching what just happened. Mira's face was flushed red, and a small stream of liquid was caught falling down her leg.
As well, Arthur was very easily caught with his cock rock hard, poking a tent in his pants.
"Oh my, it seems our little show has the audience captivated, doesn't it, Leon?" Mrs. Foxwell addressed the large black man known as Leon.
"Yes, mama, it appears so, but you shouldn't make the new students so confused—they might get the wrong idea." He pleaded to Mrs. Foxwell.
"Oh, they're adults, Leon, and you know that. Besides, can't you tell these two are quite the perverts themselves? I mean, just look at her—she's already so wet it's leaked down her legs. And don't get me started on the boy." Mrs. Foxwell said while looking at Arthur and licking her lips as she stared at his tent.
Gulp
Arthur couldn't help but feel like a caged animal next to a hunter.
"Now, now, don't be shy there, baby. Let mommy help you." Walking over, Mrs. Foxwell's hips swayed left and right, shaking like a hypnotic note in his mind.
"Is everything alright with you, baby? You seem so pent up in here." Rubbing up on his cock, Arthur couldn't do anything but enjoy the soft, warm hands of Mrs. Foxwell. Her breasts pushed up against his cheek.
"Mama, you can't devour the boy yet—you need to do your job first," Leon said as he could now be seen wearing a suit and tie that highlighted his toned body.
"Tch!" Mrs. Foxwell clicked her tongue, turning away from Arthur.
"How dare you use my own words against me, Leon! Leave! Leave me with the students, and I'll punish you later for telling Mama what to do." Mrs. Foxwell threatened Leon sexually as she waved him out, leaving only Arthur and Mira.
"Now, with that cockblocker out of here, how about the two of you take a seat and we can begin?" Mrs. Foxwell took a seat in her chair.
Looking at each other, Mira nodded to Arthur as if saying, "It's your choice."
Sighing out a breath, he turned and took a seat in front of her desk, staring right at her.
Her boobs, that is.
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