Class begins.

Your gnomish friend, if you could call him that, fiddles around impatiently with his fingers. You assume his gaze is falling over the women in the room. He seems to be quite a connoisseur of the ladies, at least in his mind. He's so tiny though. That isn't a bad thing, but this city seems to be mostly humans and elves. Dwarves often keep to their own cities and gnomes are even more rare.

You reach into your school-issued Bag of Holding Mini at your side--a magical blue pouch that holds roughly five times more than it lets on. It's bigger on the inside. Out of it you pull out a few books and some writing supplies.

Right on time your teacher walks through the door, and in front of the large white board present before the class of students. Her name is Professor Allisa Quigwyn. She's an elf who wears a pair of glasses, has pale brown hair with a hint of ginger, freckles, and wears a fancy blue dress consisting of a collar, a low-cut front that shows a bit more of her cleavage than one might expect from her, and the bottom side has a cut that leads up to her thigh. Also leading to her lower thigh on both sides is a pair of black stockings.

Your eyes watch her as she strolls in. From how she looks, she doesn't seem much older than you, though neither do many others. It's difficult to tell with elves. They look this way when younger but tend not to age all that much for quite some time.

"Attention class," she shouts out, and the murmuring slowly comes to a stop.

She waves her hand, and the board magically displays a series of patterns and numbers. Some of them transition into a graph at the side.

"First we'll be going over concepts relating to inequality. Open your books to page three hundred and two."

On and on the lesson goes. You pay some attention, but the feeling of your cock being casually felt is not something so easily forgotten. At times it slows, and at times it stops, but most of the time it's a constant arousal. It doesn't help that Quigwyn is definitely a cute teacher. Elves sure like to show off their legs.

And other assets.

You shake your thoughts away and continue to try to be clean of mind, for your own sake.

At that point you look to the side and see Joivus doing something with his hand. You soon recognise it as the beginning of a spell. With a grin, he watches the teacher with lustful eyes. From your experience, that's the beginnings of a spell that'll let him grab whatever he wishes from a distance with a spectral hand. You've seen it before.

You wonder what he's planning, but not for long. This spell isn't a long one to cast.