Vicki DID Offer...

You say your goodbyes to Amelia for now and walk over to her and Vicki's room, knocking lightly on the barely open door.

"C-Come in."

Pushing the door open, you step inside before closing it behind you. The only light is from the sunbeams coming through the half drawn curtains, causing you to raise an eyebrow as you notice it illuminates the bed on Vicki's side of the room. The girl herself is sitting on the edge of said bed, looking at a book titled "Advanced Runic Symbology", though you are unsure how easily she is able to read it given how visibly it is shaking. You stay by the door, giving Vicki a moment to compose herself before she shuts the book and rests it on her lap, looking up at you nervously.

She points to a nearby chair that has been placed across from her. "Please... sit."

You do as asked, looking at her with curious expectation as Vicki squirms under your gaze. Eventually, she manages to look you in the eye and asks, "You... really are okay? Nothing... strange has happened to you today?"

"If you count anything after midnight as part of today, then I did have that magic card match that ended up being this weird sex trap that my friends had to free me from," you tease, "especially a particularly brilliant friend."

Vicki's alabaster face quickly turns to crimson as she looks away from you again. "I mean it," she protests, "No weird thoughts? No unexpected visions or impulses? Sometimes there's... after effects... when you break a magic circle prematurely."

"Nothing I or the doctors noticed," you reply.

"Good," Vicki sighs, nodding her head, "I was worried something was up when I realized that teacher was... acting strange."

"Strange?" you ask, once again curious as to what they had been told about the situation after the fact.

"I... think she might have known that 'accident' was going to happen all along," Vicki explains, an oddly guilty look on her face, "and was waiting to see how it played out. She... was chosen to be on Harmony's side so maybe she was in on it... whatever it was. I think Amelia noticed too but you know how she is... probably doesn't want to worry you..."

You cannot deny that the occasional glimpses you saw of Professor Zizana during the climax of the match and what followed did make her seem like she was looking for something.

"So did you actually invited me here," you ask, "because you were worried about me? That's sweet."

"N-No..." Vicki all but whispers, her guilt being replaced by embarrassment once more, "I... I... do... want something from you. I just... thought you should be on your guard."

"Vicki," you say, a smirk coming to your lips, "You've let me cover your face with my sperm. You don't need to be embarrassed about asking me for things."

Vicki audibly chokes in response, looking away from you again. "I want a massage," she blurts out.

You blink in surprise, tilting your head to the side. "What kind of massage? Shoulders? Back?"

Continuing to tease her is probably mean, but it is hard to resist as you add, "Breasts?"

Vicki grumbles, "My back. And shoulders. They... get sore."

There is a long pause before she adds, "Yes, because of how big these are."

You chuckle and a part of you wonders if this will give you a chance to practice using those lifelines you can see from time to time in a way that is not just sexual in nature.... unless you want to see if it can MAKE this a sexual one. "Okay," you say, "but it'll work better if your shirt isn't in the way."

"I know that," she snaps, reaching up to start unbuttoning her top.

As she disrobes, tossing the shirt aside to leave her in a black bra that seems perhaps a bit tighter than is should be given how much it pushes up her tits, you ponder what to do.

If you play it straight, it would probably make her less nervous around you in the future in general and sometimes it does pay to not be too greedy.

On the other hand, as you watch Vicki lay down on her stomach on the bed, her pale back exposed to you, would it really be greedy to take things further? Maybe this is just her idea of foreplay? And if so, should you go along or see if you can get her to drop the pretenses?