I try hard enough that she shows me some pity. (Pink Trigger)

That tea-cup thing was a real doozy. You wouldn't think it's so hard, right? But apparently, reconstruction is a form of magic that most witches have to practice... well... endlessly, to conquer. Still, I exerted myself as hard as I could for the sake of seeing my precious teacher's boobs. I had to know how well her body had held up over these thousands of years!

Try as I might, the cup would never regain its true form. Still, I kept trying. I hadn't been lying when I said I was motivated.

For a moment- just a moment- I'd gotten all the pieces back together. When I lifted my hands in victory, it fell apart and collpased onto the table. Virgilia gave a small chuckle, placing back down the kettle of tea she'd lifted for the sake of performing a victory toast. "Nothing great was built in a day, young Player. There is still a lot of time ahead of you."

No, Sensei. No there isn't, not for me. I couldn't say that, but I did show my disappointment, my desperation. Wasn't there a thing or two she could still show me in these circumstances, after all the work I'd put in? It was getting dark, after all. I didn't want to fall dead without seeing a thing.

"You have been an excellent student... You're learning very well. I suppose your teacher could give you just a small reward for all of your hard work."

Her soft voice was like music. Please, Sensei! Please show me something, quickly, hurry! It seemed like gold butterflies were beginning to surround the air around us.

Teasingly, the witch gave a shy smile, reaching her hands up to the neck of her dress. Crap... she'd stopped! Was she bashful, or just toying with me? Hurry, Sensei, hurry! I was screaming inside my head, needing one little glimpse before moving on to the Golden Land, or wherever it was I was going to end up when I perished.

"I don't want you to think your teacher is a lewd woman..."

Aaaah! I shook my head vigorously, insisting to her as hard as I could that this act of kindness wasn't going to change my opinion of her. Ah... I love you, Virgilia, but you're moving with all of the slowness of a thousand-year old granny!

Finally, with a red blush across her face, the teasing witch pulled free her dress from her collar, exposing, for the briefest moment, her fantastic bosom. My eyes scanned the size of her nipples, that surprisingly youthful pinkness, the shape of each breast, too heavy to be round, but still splendid. Then, with witch-like ruthlessness, she drew it back up, tittering on about how flashing me was so embarrassing she could die.

Embarrassment wouldn't be such a bad way to die. What happened instead was... I heard a sound like some sort of sci-fi laser-beam. Virgilia looked surprised and maybe even mournful. Had she become fond of her naughty student? Shit... That made me want to get back here and try again... I died with regrets.