None so far! (Headmistress Goodfeather)

Through a particularly stressful walk through the backroads of campus, Hazel managed to make it back to the main office building. The last time she was in here she got a history lesson on eromancy, and though that was interesting and all, it was all very distracting. To think that the whole world of magic had an entirely different side to it, an entire category, only for this school to explore! And... all about sex, even still. Hazel had a sick curiosity towards this sort of magic, as she was sure many other students did, but even as she stepped back into the hall only for administrators and their offices, she was afraid to walk into something salacious.

But all she had to do was grab her bag. In and out. Lickety-split. Just had to slip into Goodfeather's office.

She supposed, though, that was the hard part. Nearing the two closed doors, she could only begin to hear conversation as she was mere feet away.

"Ah, M-Miss G..."

Hazel bit her lip. What was going on here? She couldn't begin to imagine the strange, perverse actions being done inside this office. She wanted to turn tail and run, but she really did need that bag. It had all her books inside! Her lovely books... about math, and science, literature... and definitely not sex! Something prude like that was what she needed. How could she even grab that without walking into a scene straight out of a bad porno?

"What to do... what to do... think, Hazel!"

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"This... is a bad idea." Hazel said to herself, sitting in the admin's office bathroom. Marble, just like everything else. Even the toilet, and it isn't even comfortable! Hazel is sat there hiding in a stall, her wand in hand. She, focusing on a very specific spell, is very strained, and very concentrated. No other spell that she could think of could satisfy her immediate need, and she did not think she could last another trek here and back if she wanted to come back later.

After focusing and maneuvering her wand in such a way, she found herself in the final steps of her multi-stage spell. From a space in front of her, something from her magic began to materialize. It was blue in nature, and as it grew, something else did, right on Hazel's forehead. After much too long, finally, two eyelids emerged, opened, and with a spurt of divination magic, Hazel manifested a third eye. With this third eye came a matching counterpart, a blue orb floating in the air in front of her. Hazel's third eye could see through this object, viewing everything around it like a 360-degree camera. She tried pushing it, and it went through the air as though carried by wind. It easily went through the stall door, it non-corporeal in nature.

Hazel's plan was just to see what was going on in the Headmistress' office, and then go in if nothing was wrong. Surely she was just doing more orientations, anyway. Right?

Hazel's orb floated out the bathroom with Hazel focusing on it from afar. It made its way through the hallway unseen, and inevitably hit the door once more. It began to peek through the wood, beginning to float through, and only then did Hazel realize just what was going on in there.

There, in the room, was Miss Goodfeather, with nobody there with her. She was leaned back in her office chair, and from the looks of it, wearing only a fraction of her former uniform. _Oh, gods, _Hazel thought, not knowing and not wanting to know what was happening in here.

It doesn't stop there, though. Goodfeather, rather than working, had a hand below her desk, going at something, and definitely not paperwork. Hazel shifted her sphere along the wall, only barely keeping it in the room, and only while keeping out of sight of the headmistress. Goodfeather seemed to be preoccupied, anyway. Making it to the back wall, Hazel began to hear some... revealing sounds.

"Sh-Slurp. G-Ghuck. Phwah... Mmmiss G-Gee..."

"OH m-my fucking..." Hazel exclaimed in the bathroom, holding back her noise, even though she was sure the spell she had going did not transmit audio. It was just... shocking.

Underneath Goodfeather's desk was, as expected, a student. This girl was about the same size to Hazel, and maybe even shorter. She had a short turquoise pixie cut, though it could hardly be seen between Goodfeather's hips. Her skin was a tanned olive, and only barely did Hazel see her purple pupils, shimmering with lust for her headmistress. Hazel blushed at the sight so hard, her spell almost broke then. It was a disturbingly erotic sight to see a student down there, and going at it so hard at the same time. She seemed to be sucking on something... but Hazel could not begin to make it out, even if she wanted to.

"Mm... good girl. _Keep going." _Goodfeather said, a finger in her own mouth as she adored the pleasure she received very physically, her thighs tightening around the girl's head, her neck arched up. "Keep going, and you'll get that A. Don't fret... mmph."

The headmistress placed a hand on the girl's head, and at the sight, Hazel could feel a certain part of her getting very hot. She bit her lip again, and hard enough that it could've bled. What was happening to her? Jesus...

As Hazel began to feel very hot in the stall, the sight began to ramp up. The pair grew more excited, with quicker motions. The student, going back and forth, moaned incessantly, obviously taking more pleasure out of this than a forged grade. The headmistress was also more than satisfied, and continued to feel as such until a distinct purple magic surrounded her. With Hazel's peeper right behind the pair on the wall, she was beginning to feel worried. The headmistress could easily spot the orb if she wasn't so busy, and not that Hazel could really keep up her focus either, with the scene at hand.

How does this scene even end? Hazel, not even keeping track of herself, watched in awe. She had to know. Had to hear it, see it. Feel? N-No, not feel. That would be gross. Right?

The magic surrounding the headmistress began to culminated, and eventually, with a low, sultry moan, it all coalesced into one, big burst of magic... at her forehead.

A third eye opens on the headmistress' head, and matches the gaze the orb brings to her, effectively staring Hazel down.