Infirmary

You wash off the sweat and change back into your normal school uniform after the end of gym and quickly make a bee-line to the infirmary. As much as the other issues concern you, seeing to the well-being of one of your friends/fuck buddies feels the most important right now. Fortunately, Viki is not too far in and the nurse only lightly teases you for having shown up before her so frequently recently before stepping away to let you converse.

Viki is still in her gym clothes, her injured calf wrapped up with an ice pack as she reads from a text book with the title "Genetic Spellbooks and Other Instinctive Magic Theories". You sit down in the chair next to the bed and remark, "I'm still surprised they don't just magic every injury away."

The black-and-purple haired girl grunts in reply, briefly looking up from her book. "It's not that serious," she says, "You didn't have to come see me."

You shrug. "I wanted to though. And I'm sorry you got embarrassed in public like that. Professor Mourn didn't need to be such a jerk about it."

Viki grunts again and goes back to reading. After a few seconds of awkward silence you ask, "So what's a 'Genetic Spellbook'?"

Looking up at you for a second time, Viki seems to be considering if you are actually interested or are just fishing for small talk. Evidently, she decides on the former as she asks in return, "Have you ever been practicing magic or interacting with magical energies and then suddenly you realize you can cast a spell you've never done or even heard of before? Or see someone perform a spell once and be able to perfectly copy it?"

You bite your lower lip in thought before answering with, "Yeah, actually."

"Then your ancestors who used magic must have practiced those particular spells a lot. To the point that they became a part of the instinctive memory that they passed along with their genes."

You blink and ask, "Kinda like a learned reflex?"

"Something like that," Viki replies with a nod, and you cannot help but notice that she is getting more animated than you normaly see her in other discussions, "It's never been confirmed as a real thing though and might just be a misunderstanding of how someone can learn magic in general combined with luck or just someone being a prodigy."

"Hence why it's in a book of theories instead of absolute fact?"

Viki nods again. "There's also the theory that we all have complete Genetic Spellbooks somewhere in us but being able to access the part of our brains or spirits that has that knowledge requires a certain baseline level of magical energy to activate."

You ponder the implications of what she is saying. If the first theory of Genetic Spellbooks Viki told you was a thing, it would certainly support those who believed bloodlines decided everything, since families who were more powerful and more experienced with magic would have a much deeper well of spells to pass on to their children and their children's children.... much like you.

If the second was true, on the other hand, it meant anyone, anywhere, could go from nothing to incredibly powerful if the right magical stimulation was applied... also much like you.

"Have you ever had a spell you just knew or could perfectly copy?" you ask.

Viki suddenly looks away from you, putting the book down as she sighs. "Not really," she finally says, "It's like I said when I used the Truth Binding... my magic score isn't very high but I'm good with cantrips and things that can compensate for that... but I really have to study to make sure I do it right."

You nod in understanding... but then your eyes widen as a thought hits you. You had intended to just check on her but this conversation may have given you an idea about a way to kill two birds with one stone. "Viki," you say, "do Truth Bindings have to be as big as the one you used on me?"

Viki blinks at the unexpected question, turning her gaze back towards you again in confusion. "No," she says, "but a smaller one might be more limited in how many questions you could ask before it burns out or only allowed to work for a very specific range of questions."

"Questions like 'Do you actually want to fuck me or are you just being nice'?"

Your example is so unexpected that Viki starts slightly, wincing in pain as her movement causes her to twitch her injured leg a touch too far. "W-Why..." she somehow simultaneously stammers and grunts, "would you... even NEED to ask that?!"

"It's actually not for me," you reply once you make sure she seems okay, "Long story short, a friend of a friend is into a guy but the guy might be too neurotic to believe she's into him so the first friend asked if I could help brain storm ways to make it clear she really does want him."

Viki... actually seems thoughtful about the idea. "... Is this something you're going to need now?"

You shake your head. "I'm not the mastermind of this affair and I want to know more about the situation before I act but this might be a good idea to run past said mastermind to see if it could help once we get to a point of confrontation."

"I've never actually tried to make a smaller one for more specific questions before..." Viki says, "I'd... be willing to try if you do ask."

She pauses and looks away, a blush coming to her cheeks as she adds, "And if you... give me another reward if it works out."

You look around covertly and see the nurse is still caring for a sick student behind another curtain. Uncertain of how much time you have, you use one hand to take hold of Viki's chin and turn her face back towards yours before giving her a deep, wet kiss. Your other hand lightly cups one of her massive breasts, your fingertips just lightly stroking the underside of her tit flesh as your tongues suddenly duel. A part of you is surprised at how she does not pull away or object, instead melting into your hands and moaning into your mouth before you suddenly release her and sit back, leaving her softly panting and flush-faced. She looks up at you with shimmering eyes and, for a moment, you see the same lines of energy that you saw on both Amelia and Harmony flowing between you and her.

"Whatever you want," you say with a sly smile as you stand up and leave.

Well, that was an unexpected benefit of visiting your friend. What else might the day bring you?