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Norman stood in an abandoned room, reflecting on how one part of his plan had worked remarkably well.

"It was easier than I thought," he muttered to himself.

He had pretended to rummage through Nina's locker. He knew about the protective spell beforehand, and this was to distract the elf from his true objective: his elixir!

He quickly opened Stacy's locker, retrieved his silver bottle, and poured his "special ingredient" into it. Then he pretended to try to open Nina's locker to feign interest when he heard the elf approaching.

"My little act made things better."

In Stacy Golder's eyes, he was a pathetic little scum trying something pointless. The advantage of being looked down upon was that you were always underestimated.

"How long will it take to take effect? How strong will my power be?"

He wondered, sitting and staring out the window. He didn't know the full extent or effectiveness of his powers, as he had never tested them.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door burst open, revealing none other than Stacy Golder. Her deep blue eyes widened at the sight of him, then revealed her usual expression of displeasure. She glanced around the empty room as if searching for someone else.

"Are you...all alone here, scum?" she asked curtly.

"There's no one else...just me," Norman said, feigning disinterest.

Secretly, the human carefully analyzed the elf's every reaction. Her arrival could be mere coincidence...or something more.

He saw the sweat on her face, how her large breasts rose and fell more rapidly than usual, and how her soft cheeks held a rosy tinge.

She made a move to leave, then entered, closing the door behind her, and began to do something that struck Norman as odd. She sniffed the air with considerable fervor, tilting her head high to better capture the scents.

She was like a predator stalking through the room, sniffing and observing everything around her, ignoring Norman as if he didn't exist.

She walked around every corner, along the walls, and under every chair, searching for something she didn't know what it was, but she was sure it was there.

Norman didn't know if it was something of his kind, yet something inside him told him it was the work of her power. All the while, he gazed at Stacy's enticing breasts, straining against her uniform.

For ten minutes, the elf carefully scanned every corner of the room until she stood with her back to Norman. Then she turned to face him with a look of desperation and contradiction.

"Is it true that...mh...Isn't there something else here?" Stacy said, her voice cracking.

She wrinkled her nose, realizing how stupid her question was after checking EVERYTHING.

At that moment, Norman stood in front of her, his gaze rising at the elf's great height.

“As much as you might dislike it…I AM the only thing in this place, Stacy,” he said with a certain degree of rudeness.

Being inches from her, she noticed how in an instant her mouth half-opened and her eyes widened like blue saucers, displaying an intense red flash.

She acted as if she had just realized something transcendental and important.

“Ooh…I see…interesting,” Stacy murmured.

“What’s interesting? That a piece of scum like me can breathe the same air as you…or that I’m capable of perceiving my surroundings?” Norman said, now more frankly.

“Hmmm…no…I didn’t mean that,” the elf replied, a thin thread of saliva at the corner of her lips.

“So what other ridiculous thing are you referring to?”

“This…”

“Hmmmmmmmm”

Suddenly, she bent down, grabbed Norman by the nape of his neck tightly, and planted a monumental kiss on him…