My talent lets me go all the way! (Pink Trigger's Power >1999)

Virgilia seemed frankly, flabbergasted, at the magical talent that I displayed. I'd been around the block a time or two, after all... I'd only been holding back when I failed to put the cup together earlier, so that I could get her into this strip game without suspecting a thing. Ha ha ha... I fooled you too, didn't I? No one on Rokkenjima could imagine that I'd learned so much in such a short time!

The elder witch had gone from surprised, to shocked, to mortified in mere minutes!

"This... this can't be. This sort of magic should take hundreds of years to master...!"

Ah, now I see it. She's not just upset that she has to strip. She's a little aggravated that I picked up on her magic so quickly. Sorry, Virgilia... I'm really a bit like Beatrice herself in this situation. You may as well call me the new master of Rokkenjima!

Before she knew what was happening, she'd been stripped out of her dress, every minor accessory, and even her white petticoat and stockings. All my teacher was left with were her white granny panties, embarrassingly unfit for her lewd body, with white frills and a high waist nearly up to her belly button.

"We should take a quick break. W-Would you like more tea?"

I could tell from her stammering that she was trying to think of a way out of the situation she'd agreed to. Smirking, I disassembled her tea-cup again as she was pouring the tea, then reassembled it to catch the rest before anything could spill. This level of teacup reconstruction was child's play to me by now. I heard her going "uuu... uuuu" under her breath as she was **** to step out of her last remaining garment, placing it on top of the table in a pile with the others. Naked now except for a curtain of silver hair and the arms she was using to try and cover herself, holding a hand between her legs and over her breasts, my teacher tried to retain some modesty.

I wasn't done taunting her yet. I urged her to let me continue demonstrating my prowess, but she shook her head wildly. "There's nothing left to take off, Stupid Player!" she complained, showing her irritation more clearly.

Ah, but witches can make barriers, right? I encouraged her to try making one. If I could manage to break through it, she would have to think of another way to reward me, even without her clothes. I suggested a few ideas, which made her grow even more flustered.

"Fine! My magic won't lose to yours! It's a very different thing battling a witch and reconstructing a tea-cup, you'll see!"