Intermediate Potion Brewing

You read the first few chapters of your potions book. It largely covers basic safety and scientific philosophy. You're thankful that this class won't require any actual magic. It's all science!..with magical components, of course.

Feeling confident, you make your way to the classroom. Walking in, you see Victor and Parisa sitting together. Not a surprise. You are, however, surprised to see Kim. She waves you over to sit beside her. Not seeing any alternative, you oblige. You feel oddly happy as you walk towards her. When you sit down, you can't help but smile. She leans over and whispers in your ear.

"Good boy."

The pleasure is so overwhelming, you have to stifle a moan. You do your best to compose yourself. You were hoping to avoid Kim and Victor as much as possible. Now, Kim is your lab partner. You feel her start to jerk you off. Surprised, you look over. Both of her hands are above her desk. You look down. You're pitching a tent but otherwise decent. Succubus magic, you realize. You do your best not to make a scene, though Kim isn't making that easy.

The classroom door slams open as the teacher marches briskly to the front desk. He's an older man, 50s-60s, you'd wager. He's wearing blue apothecary robes with a black capelet. Standing about 6 feet tall, his face is gaunt. He looks down at the class behind a hooked nose.

"My name is Dr. Elias Hawkins. During this course, you will craft potions, droughts, incenses, et cetera. You will be graded on the quality of your concoctions. I expect nothing less than perfection from you."

He proceeds to give a tour of the room, showing off cauldrons, vials, ingredients, and more. You try your best to focus on the tour, despite Kim's magical ministrations. He wraps up the class by assigning a reading for the first concoction: a healing salve. At the end of the period, he asks the class if they have any questions. To your surprise, Parisa raises her hand.

"Sir, I was-"

"Doctor."

"Sorry, Doctor. I was wondering what the difference was between potion brewing and alchemy. From my understanding, both practices do basically the same thing: transform one group of substances into another."

The teacher walks towards Parisa. Looming down at her, he speaks.

"I suppose you think you're very clever for making that connection." He pauses. Parisa, nervous, looks away. Making his way back to the front, the teacher resumes speaking.

"Hypothetically, it's possible to use alchemy to brew potions, HOWEVER! Very few wizards have the skill to do so, and those that do aren't stupid enough to try. Let's take the Elixer of Immortality as an example. It takes months to brew, very difficult to get right. One minor mishap in measurement or method will have disastrous consequences: **** or coma being the most common. Alchemy creates an instantaneous change, one that often lacks the finesse required to brew a potion. If you learn anything at all in this class, let it be this: it is far easier to brew a poison than a potion."

Without any further questions, he dismisses the class. You're eager to get away, but to your dismay, Kim grabs your hand; which feels weird since she's still magically stroking your cock.

"You have plenty of time before your next class, right?" She looks at you expectantly. Begrudgingly, you answer honestly.

"Yeah, I don't have class for a few hours."

"That's great! There's something I need you to do. You'd be happy to do it, right?" You really would be happy to do it. You'd do anything for her. And you hate it.

"Anything for you, Mistress." You almost cream your pants as euphoria envelops you. Kim smiles mischievously as she leads you down the hall.