Apologize

As much as you felt that you were right, and that it was illogical to apologize, it was even more illogical to face that situation out of sheer pride, it would definitely not be smart and you could get in trouble on many different levels.

Swallowing your pride you apologized.

"Hey, I didn't hear that." Said Radolf trying to contain a smile.

"He's right, Warren, your apology didn't sound sincere at all. You know the formal apology." Said Luhnasa

Yes, you knew. And it required you to stand up, place your hands by your sides, and slightly bow your head while apologizing. That was the etiquette, the custom of wizards to apologize, both at Crimson Grimoire Academy and beyond.

You stood up, covering your crotch with your hands, looked at your clothes hoping that {girfiend_name} would understand that you wanted to at least dress for this, but all she said to you was:

"Come on, we're waiting, we don't have all day."

Okay, you weren't a crybaby, but that kind of humiliation almost brought tears to your eyes. You took a deep breath and made the formal apology, placing your hands at your sides, leaving your small cock exposed, tilting your head and apologizing more firmly.

Radolf looked at her nudity and smiled, asking Luhnasa:

"Are you really dating this…little boy?"

You were so angry with that guy...

"Okay, Warren, I've apologized to you before, but you made a point of pissing me off again, but okay, I'm sorry again, I just think you should pack your stuff now and get out of here before that happens. again. Oh, and FYI, it wasn't me who called Chann here, it was Vivianna. Now go!"

You looked at your clothes, Azura, your sister, knew a kind of spell to wear clothes by magic, she tried to teach you in one of those rare bursts of generosity, you even tried to learn, but after a few failed attempts from you in your underwear in front of your sister while she laughed at your failures made you give up. Now this spell would come in handy...

You tried to cast the spell, but the fact is, you hadn't learned it so well, plus you were always better at theory than practice, apart from this whole stressful situation, well, the most you could do was make the clothes bumped against your body, but at least you had them in your hands now, you just needed to get dressed and...

Randolf laughed.

"That's the prodigy Morinehtar?" He chuckled again, before walking over to you, "Now, you heard the girl, runt, get the hell out of here!" He spoke some magical words conjuring a giant spectral hand that held you by the waist.

"What... what are you doing?" You asked him while kicking. He didn't even bother to answer you, he just opened the bedroom door, threw you out with his big spectral hand and very quickly closed the bedroom door.

So you fell there, naked, in the hallway of the female dormitory at House Antares. How could this get any worse?