President Arthur felt his consciousness gradually becoming clouded, but his spirit grew increasingly excited.
The scene before him began to twist and distort.
The entire world slowly dissolved.
In the blink of an eye, the space around him abruptly shifted.
He found himself standing in a completely unfamiliar, bizarre space.
“President! What amazing muscles!”
“President! So handsome!”
“President! Give us more! One more!”
He was standing at the center of a colorful stage.
Brilliant lights swirled overhead, casting a dreamlike glow across the space.
Below the stage was a sea of enthusiastic spectators—mostly young women in fashionable, refined attire.
Many of their faces looked familiar. Weren’t they the noble female students from his school?
They crowded around, cheering and applauding, their voices nearly drowning the entire venue.
“Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!”
Caught up in the wave of cheers and applause, President Arthur gradually lost himself.
Swept along by the clamorous atmosphere, he began swaying gently to the rhythm.
His movements grew more exaggerated. He started dancing wildly, as if no one else was watching.
Finally, under the fervent, adoring gazes of the women, he twisted his hips and slowly unbuttoned his clothes.
But in reality…
The true expressions of the onlookers were a subtle mix of emotions—entirely a blend of bewilderment and shock.
The female students lowered their eyes slightly, faint blushes creeping onto their cheeks.
They were a little shy, yet still wanted to steal another glance.
The male disciples, on the other hand, had smirks on their faces, their expressions tinged with mischief and playfulness.
They clearly relished the spectacle, taking delight in the chaos.
Because their usually elegant President Arthur had suddenly burst into an impromptu dance in front of everyone.
His movements were free and unbridled, even carrying a hint of wanton seduction.
What was even more shocking was that as his dance grew more impassioned, he began stripping off his coat, his behavior becoming increasingly wild.
Witnessing this, everyone present likely had the same thought.
It seemed the elegant reputation the President had painstakingly built over the years was completely beyond saving.
“Ha, what’s this?”
Laige Caicai asked with a smile.
“Don’t think only Big Sis can improve. This is my new spell I’m developing—[Barrier],”
Laige Yulian explained.
“As long as I analyze the space with my magic, any illusion cast within my barrier will gain the [Guaranteed Hit] effect. It no longer requires the enemy to see my eyes to work.”
“The downside is the slow activation,”
Laige Caicai commented sharply.
“Tch. Use your Air Blade to finish him off. I’ve already got him controlled,”
Laige Yulian said, shooting her sister a glare and speaking with irritation.
“I’m out of magic power,”
Laige Caicai said with a wry smile.
“Huh? My illusions have no offensive power. Fuling, you finish the President,”
Laige Yulian urged repeatedly.
“My attack spell is still under development,”
Laige Fuling shook her head and said seriously.
The three Motefei sisters exchanged glances. Were they useless without Air Blade?
“Hit him with a stool!”
Laige Caicai suggested.
“Wait, I’ll do it.”
Just then, the one who had started the fight finally spoke.
A black dog, trailing afterimages of its shadow, nimbly darted around the Crystal Block Void Shield.
It moved like lightning, pouncing with precision and biting down hard on President Arthur’s vulnerable spot.
“Ahh!”
President Arthur let out a miserable scream.
He finally broke free from the haze clouding his mind, fully waking from the beautiful world constructed by the illusion.
But when he realized what had happened and saw everything around him, his pupils shook, his brain crashed.
The damage from reality was only greater.
“Stop it.”
Then, a voice full of authority echoed from the center of the classroom.
Laige Yulian felt her carefully crafted illusion domain collapse in an instant.
A sharp pain stabbed into her mind.
Her vision went dark.
She swayed and nearly fainted on the spot.
Laige Fuling’s gathered Crystal Block Void Shield suddenly took a violent hit from a concrete pillar.
A crisp, piercing crack sounded.
The entire shield shattered instantly, exploding into countless fine crystalline shards that scattered everywhere.
Laige Lingxiang’s black dog was pierced directly by a concrete spike, successfully saving President Arthur’s little something.
“I said, stop.”
A middle-aged woman in a crisp black suit appeared silently in the center of the classroom.
Her arrival was soundless, carrying a suffocating pressure.
A vast, murky gray magic power spread out like a tangible substance, instantly enveloping the entire space.
It suppressed everyone in the room, making it hard to breathe, as if the air itself had solidified.
There was a feeling of utter despair, like being cemented in the mouth and drowned in the sea.
The other apprentices were cowed, lying flat on the ground.
But the three Motefei sisters stood exceptionally firm, remaining upright under the oppressive magic power.
“…”
The woman in the suit stared coldly at the three, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
She knew these three sisters were no ordinary people, but she hadn’t expected them to remain calm under her magic pressure.
That was no small feat.
But in truth, magic suppression was a cheap trick. Before others knew your magic’s nature, the suppression effect was very strong.
Once they figured it out, the effect became negligible.
The three Motefei sisters were transmigrators.
Of course they knew this woman’s identity and her magic’s nature, so they could ignore her pressure.
This woman was the principal of Demon No. 11 Academy City, the Cement Witch, the current Marquis Grand Tutor, Dorothy McScripp.
“Carrying out a magical duel in private—this is a serious disruption of school order,”
Dorothy said coldly, reprimanding them.
“We already tore up our student IDs. We’re no longer students of this school,”
Laige Caicai snorted.
“I don’t care if you’re the principal or whatever. You have no authority over us. If you don’t like it, call the police and have them arrest us.”
She was utterly arrogant.
This woman dared to talk back even to the principal of the Demon Academy.
After saying that, Laige Caicai led her sisters, ready to escape the scene.
“Stop.”
Dorothy certainly couldn’t let them leave so easily.
The ones they had knocked down today were not espers—they were descendants of prestigious mage families.
“Old hag! Don’t go too far!”
Laige Caicai snapped.
As soon as she said that, Laige Yulian and Laige Fuling’s hearts skipped a beat.
They knew that word was forbidden.
Bang! Sure enough, the next second, a flying concrete brick smacked Laige Caicai in the head.
Her vision went black, and she passed out.
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