Discretion is the better part of valor (for now)

Your fists clench at your sides, the urge to stand up for yourself screaming in your mind. But as you look into Einamina's gaze, you see the cold, ruthless glint in her cyan eyes. The way she glares down at you, with such blatant disdain and superiority, makes it clear that she would not hesitate to put you in your place. Hard. She is an elf, and you know that their noble families train their children in mage duels from the time they can walk. You’re a talented mage, humans who aren’t talented don't get into St. Augustine, but your loss in a straight up fight with Einamina would be nearly guaranteed. Better to get back at her more obliquely.

Swallowing your pride, you **** yourself to unclench your fists, your nails leaving crescent indents in your palms. You take a deep breath and turn away from her, trying to focus on the one thing that kept you going - the thought of your own prank paying off tomorrow. Laugh all you want you arrogant asshole, you seethe internally, we’ll see how superior you are when you put on a bra full of creeper vine tomorrow!

With that thought in mind, you limped over to your bed, your ass still smarting and your balls aching from the earlier ****. You climbed into bed gingerly, wincing as the sheets brushed against your sensitive skin. As you lay there, staring up at the ceiling, you vowed to yourself that you would not let her break you. Tomorrow, you would show her what you were really capable of. Tomorrow, you would make her regret ever underestimating you.

For now, you tried to block out the sound of Einamina moving around the room, the rustle of silk sheets as she settled into her own bed. You focused on the steady rhythm of your own breathing, the rise and fall of your chest, and the thought of the impending **** that would make all of this suffering worthwhile. With that in mind, you eventually drifted off to a fitful, restless sleep, dreaming of the look on Einamina's face when she realized what you had done.