Yes

Your mind is ablaze with the need to give Kim exactly what she wants. There's only one answer you could possibly give the little Asian witch.

A haggard "Yes" escapes your lips, and the gleam of pure desire in Kim's eyes flashes anew. In one swift motion, the tiny teen dismounts your lap, coming to kneel between your knees. Her face looks lovingly at the imprint of your manhood radiating heat only centimeters from her upturned button nose. One of her slender hands retraces its way up your leg, onto your thigh to brush tenderly against your rod, then back to your zipper. On its way, her palm radiates an unnatural green mage-light that coalesces into intricate patterns that seem to sink beneath your trousers. When the aura connects with your bare flesh beneath your clothing, the faint glow still visible through the material of your slacks, the sensitivity of your nerves feels as if it's been cranked up one-thousandfold.

An involuntary intake of breath passes over your teeth, and your hips jerk upwards, your cock positively crying out for direct stimulation. Kim's second small hand is tracing its own lines of what you're certain is Tantric Magic up your opposite thigh. Her movements are dramatically slow, and her eyes remain on yours with pure delight; clearly, she's enjoying the effect she's having on you. Every feather-light brush of her fingertips or quick swipe of her palms is magnified to near-orgasmic levels of stimulation, and if you don't hold on you're almost sure you'll fire your load before you get to the good stuff.

"I can tell you like this. I can teach it to you. With your Magical Aptitude score, it'll be a Piece. Of. Cake." With each the breaths between those last three words, Kim inserts a playful pinch on the inside of your thighs. Instead of pain, each pinch becomes a mini-explosion of sexual bliss, and your moan floats unbidden into the air of the empty House Pegasus Common Room.

"This spell is called Tantalus," she explains, her voice a husky but still high-pitched whisper, "Try it."

Steeling your nerves to keep from cumming early, you reach out a hand that appears absolutely massive against the petite teen's upturned face, cupping her oh-so-soft cheek in your palm, and whisper "Tantalus." Magic flows from your own fingertips, blue as Arctic ice, forming incomprehensible runes and wrapping like vines across the plane of her face. When it creeps to her eyes they glow the same wintry blue, and the little seductress lets out a whorish mewl into the Common Room. You observe with astonishment that her knees shake and a little spout of fem-cum now adorns the carpet beneath the hem of her sundress. Her hands still rest on your thighs, but she grips you with **** enough to cause pain; no pain comes, however, only pleasure so profound you have to shut your eyes and grit your teeth to keep from spilling your seed uselessly into your underwear. Her fingers digging into your pants only causes a near stream of pre-cum to leak from the head of your cock, staining the surface of your clothing. With just a touch and a word you've apparently given the Korean witch an orgasm, and your clothes still haven't come off!

"Oh...Oh - oh my God" she gazes into your eyes with rapture, hers now the original deep brown pools of shining arousal. "That 108 is really something."

Another giggle.

"Now it's your turn." She winks, and attacks your zipper with fervor, deftly undoing your slacks and pulling them down along with your undergarments in one graceful motion.

When your rock-hard erection pops free, it's standing taller and more needy than it's ever been before, your cock-head glistening with your pre-cum, which runs down your shaft in rivulets. At the sight Kim licks her lips which are small but full, and bites the lower one with obvious desire.

"So, Master Wizard, how do you want me?"