Let Bangaal demonstrate her own psionic abilities

There were few situations that were exactly "right" for unleashing Bangaal, seeing as her chaos magic had such unpredictable effects. It wasn't exactly an instrument perfectly crafted for most tasks. Even in this case, where her psionic powers and chaos magic provided a perfect foil for the opponent's tricks, it felt somehow like you were wielding a weapon of grossly disproportionate power. You reminded yourself that standing out here was vital to your mission here in the town-- no need to feel bad for not sticking to fair play.

"This is your wife, hm? You have exquisite taste! Although, with you being a squire, I suppose your own taste doesn't exactly come into your selection of wives, does it? Perhaps I should compliment Geod's taste?" Chautery questioned, then gave a lightly-suppressed chuckle.

You ignored the dig at your school of faith and focused on the other part of his comment. It came off as him subtly hinting he was in to brown-skinned women from the east side of the continent and perhaps that he was really looking forward to kissing your wife in particular. In fairness, as you watched her give you a not so subtle wink, you found it hard to blame him for wanting her. You crossed your fingers, hoping that Bangaal had some way to prevent Chautery's plan from coming to pass.

Across from you, the magician's wife, Lydia, wore an attractive, secretive smile, watching you in silence as Chautery began to count down till the contest's beginning.

Before he could finish the count, something inexplicable happened: Chautery suddenly leaned over, as though he wished to whisper in his wife's ear, but instead, he pushed his lips up to the side of her cheek. She looked surprised and not amused by the gesture, especially as he added one hand to start fondling her breast over the silk of her dress, a lewd accompaniment that seemed ill-matching to the love pecks he was placing on her cheek. His voice didn't come out and due to his helmet, his eyes were unreadable.

It took you only a moment to realize what was happening. You shot Bangaal a pleading glance, wondering if she was just joking around or if she'd misinterpreted the rules of the contest. The goal wasn't to make Chautery kiss his wife, it was to make Chautery's wife kiss you!

The mischievous grin on her face made you realize she was probably having a bit of fun before moving on to the task at hand.

"Darling?" Lydia hissed to her husband as he continued jostling her boob and smooching her cheek.

"That's funny... I feel funny," he remarked dully.

"That's impossible. The helmet should be-" she remarked in a low voice, then suddenly, wide-eyed, lunged across the table at you.

It seemed like whatever effect Bangaal had been transmitting to Chautery had been partially dampened by that helmet that he wore-- perhaps, rather than a fashion statement, it was a tool of the trade to make sure other psychics didn't ruin his shows. Lydia, absent the same benefit, was now totally overpowered by the unmatched power of your companion. Rather than just kiss you, the woman immediately mounted you and began to grind her hips down into yours, massaging your groin between the curves of her buttocks.

The look in her eyes quickly went from confusion and disbelief to the absent-minded, glazed expression of a psychically dominated puppet. You'd already gotten the kiss you were supposed to win from her, but her buttocks sliding back and forth across your lap begged you for more than a simple make-out session. However, lest you get too carried away, you found it important to focus on the nonsense words coming from her mouth during the brief breaks in spit-swapping:

"Oh, Lavender Vin! Your masculine penis is so much more impressive than my husband's! Ooo, Bangaal-- I mean, Lydia-- Lydia wants you to fuck her with it so badly! Lay Lydia over the table and fuck her with your big, big penis~"

In other words, right now, she was about as fully out of control of her actions as possible. You ought to decline her invitation. With a look of impatience, you turned your eyes to Bangaal and bid her to stop fooling around before the husband took action with his fists.

She shot you a grin that showed she would be more than happy to take care of him if he tried.

Luckily, the man's cowardice seemed to be winning out over his devotion to his wife. He looked nearly ready to flee the stage. "A real djinn... She's a real djinn!" he babbled, putting a chair between himself and Bangaal as if to protect himself. It seemed that while the power of the saintesses was something he felt perfectly qualified to scoff at, but an actual chaos sorceress, a primal elemental, was a level of power beyond his confidence.

Finally, as you wrenched Lydia away from your face and tried to calm down your well-raised erection, you stated your wish for Bangaal to quit as just that: a wish. Pouting, she nodded and clicked her fingers, releasing her hold.

Lydia and her husband scrambled to opposite ends of the stage, wide-eyed. You couldn't help but feel a little sorry for them, at least until the husband made a proclamation. "You are banned from this competition! I am a magician and this, this is devilry! Of the demon lord himself! To think, these are the sort of monsters the church employs!" It seemed that the man's heretical tongue was loosened after being made a fool in front of a crowd.

Bangaal blew a stray bang away from her face, then crossed her arms, pouting. "Nonsense! You loosed the first bolt, as they say, and now you're making Bangaal out to be the monster! Bangaal's shenanigans are all intended in a spirit of whimsy that Lavender Vin cherishes and wishes for! You humans have a saying for this! Girls will be girls? Yes, that is it!" she defended.

This wasn't really an argument worth having. You politely excused yourself, wishing out loud for Bangaal to follow you to make sure that she actually obeyed.

Bangaal knit her brow in an uncharacteristic show of self-doubt. "Was this not what you wished for, Lavender Vin?"

Once you were clear of the spite of Chautery, you smiled and shook your head. She'd really gone above and beyond in terms of drawing the audience's attention. There was little chance that Mympho wouldn't investigate such a provocative happening. She'd done exactly what she needed to do-- but you didn't think that smirking along with her would have been a good look in front of the crowd. Better an agent of the church act with some humility. Humility was one thing Bangaal didn't have, so you had to display enough for the both of you.

"Hm hm hm! You are right about that! Humility is something Bangaal has no need for whatsoever! Now, if I am correct, you should still be fairly stiff, yes? Let Bangaal finish you off with her own rear end this time!"

While that was not an unattractive prospect, you again begged Bangaal to control herself, at least until the night was over. She giggled, floating herself around you in a circle and making no promises.