Save her

Hell be damned, there's no way you're going to let this happen. You fling the door open, pure rage making your hands roll into hard fists. You rampage inside, stamping your feet on the ground to make as much noise as possible.

The boy — Victor — spins around. He meets your eyes with a cold hard gaze, but behind it you can sense a bit of fear. Your mind races, as a shred of a plan starts to form. All you need to do is to delay him from cumming. Buy enough time for Parisa to run.

"Immobilus!" you scream, pointing at him with your finger, trying to mimic his spell earlier. But Victor just laughs, a protective shield forming around him. It flares bright blue for a second as it absorbs your spell, then fades back into invisibility. Attack spells aren't going to work, you need something else.

"Fool," he snarls. "You aren't going to stop me from making her my cumdump, you know that?"

But it's worked. He's stopped thrusting into Parisa. You have to continue this conversation. Anything. Just keep him distracted.

"I scored 108," you say, trying to banish the tremble from your voice. "Think I haven't got what it takes to stop you?"

"You're nothing," he laughs. "And I am Victor Kyrie, son and heir of the Mountain Wizards."

Kyrie... that name sounds familiar. You think of where you've heard it before, and then it jumps out at you. Oh shit. He's from one of the four great families. And likely with magical powers equaling your own.

"Kyrie? You aren't worthy of that name," you continue, but with a bit of desperation. "You're nothing but a dirty common ****, Victor. Not worthy of the name of your family. Not even-"

"SILENCIUM!" he roars. "Immobilus!"

You lips freeze mid motion as the spell takes effect. Then the paralysis spreads across the rest of your body, and before you know it, you're frozen in place. Fuck fuck and fuck.

Victor has gone back to Parisa. You've managed to delay him a little, but it isn't enough. He facefucks your beautiful crush roughly, thrusting his hips between her beautiful pouty lips.

"I'm cumming," he groans, gripping the back of Parisa's head and pulling her immobile form even closer to his crotch.

Then it hits you. There's something you can do, one spell you know how to cast that you can do with just your thoughts.

Your watch his face, and as soon as you see the twitch in his eye you start. You take a deep breath, and reach out with your mind, sensing the matter around you. Time seems to slow as you process every object, the building blocks behind every table, every strand of hair, every liquid- there.

You find his cum, and furrowing your brows, deep in thought, change every drop of his sperm into milk. It's more complex than what you did just now in Intermediate Alchemy, but with any luck, it should work.

"Parisa," Victor groans, chest heaving. "You're mine."

Her body collapses to the ground as Victor releases his hexes on her. "Yes master," she says gently.

Your heart sinks as Victor turns towards you with a triumphant smile. "And now," he says, "for you."

"Master?" Parisa asks.

"Yes my dear?" he croons, reaching down to stroke her brunette locks.

"May I leave for my dorm? I will get something sexy to please you, master," Parisa says.

"Of course," he says with a dismissive flick of his finger. "There is something I have to deal with."

"Agonizia!" he screams. A gigantic **** presses down on you, and you grit your teeth, trying to push back with some magic of your own. Then the pressure doubles, pressing down on your spine and head. Your eyes flicker open and close, and your chest moves up and down, gasping for breath which does not come.

You hear a loud bang, a scream, and then you black out.