Indeed, you're burning with shame and an empty plate an hour later.

What.

The.

Dickens.

You just wanted to find the closest hole, bury yourself in it, and die. Not necessarily in that order!

You'd just... You'd just eaten out some kind of sex demon! And seriously considered selling your soul! And sincerely called her Mistress! And thought about going to her for advice! And enjoyed eating her out! And felt pride and satisfaction with her approval! Just.... Just what.

...Okaymaybeyoukindofsortofgotthatlastone. But the rest! The rest! What the hell!

You let out a long, slow breath, as you actually started processing what you'd did in that perverted "office". You knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you hadn't gotten away from her - she'd let you go. With whatever the hell kind of mind-whammy she'd put on you, she could have had you give her your soul, and probably the soul of every person you knew. You didn't know what kind of game she was playing with you, but you knew you were dearly outmatched. Your only chance of avoiding a soul-ectomy was to avoid her. Never go and see her again. Definitely drop her class. Probably drop the entire school, evidently she could brainwash you with a glance.

The only good thing that came out of this was that you could definitely, with 100% confidence, persuade Taylor to drop with you now. Unless maybe she decided to go full Buffy here, and kill Mistr.... Ms. Devlin. And honestly, that might be the right idea? This school was fricked if Ms. Devlin was allowed to grow unchecked. If it wasn't already.

Except... There was the letter. You still hadn't opened it. You just wanted to forget everything, and get out of here. Nothing good could come from opening it. Except...

Ms. Devlin had to know that whatever she did was temporary, right? From her annoyance, it wasn't even supposed to last this long. So she had to have guessed that you'd run off now, right?

Whatever was in that letter, it was probably to make you stop. And refusing to read it wouldn't change that; it'd just mean that you'd be completely blind to what was coming.

But you really didn't want to read it. Not after having felt so... Completely powerless, a puppet dancing to the whims of the demoness. A demoness who could make you love it.