"Well, if I'm really going to do this, this victim approach isn't going to work with someone like Boscha."
Oliver sighed, closing the cabinet after taking out a dark-covered book: "Applied Toxicology: A Practical Guide to Poisons."
He walked through the busy hallways of Hexside, dodging the hurried students rushing to their classrooms.
Amidst the confusion, his eyes caught a familiar figure: Amity Blight.
She was a few feet ahead, taking a book from her own locker.
Oliver smiled slightly and raised his hand in a friendly gesture.
"Hello, Amity."
What happened next was unexpected.
The moment her eyes met his, Amity froze for a second. Then, in a split second, her face turned as red as a tomato. Her fingers gripped the book tightly, and her expression wavered between panic and shock. Without a word, she turned sharply and ran down the hallway, disappearing from view as if her life depended on it.
Oliver blinked in surprise.
"Well... I think I know who had a busy morning."
With a small smile on his face, he walked into the classroom and sat down.
The topic of the day was about identifying poisons through symptoms. The professor, a man with scaly skin and squinting eyes like a snake's, spoke with authority, while a few students diligently took notes.
But Oliver wasn't paying attention.
With his chin resting on his hand, his mind worked on another plane.
"A little risky, but whatever."
Determined, he quickly raised his hand, making an expression of discomfort:
— "Ah... Professor, can I go to the infirmary? My stomach isn't feeling well."
The professor's sharp gaze rested on him for a few seconds, assessing whether it was just a lame excuse. Finally, with a curt nod, he gave permission.
As soon as he walked through the door, Oliver quickened his pace through the hallways.
"With that, I bought some time."
Your destination? The potions lab.
Hexside was relatively quiet at the moment, as most of the students were in class. This made it easy to move around without attracting attention.
Upon arriving at the laboratory, he cautiously opened the door and entered. The smell of mixed ingredients permeated the air: dried herbs, magical powders, viscous extracts... all displayed on shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling.
His eyes moved quickly, scanning the labels until he found what he was looking for: Inkburst Potion.
Remembering that the Blight brothers used the same potion to turn all of Grudgby's uniforms a garish purple hue in the past.
Oliver picked up a small glass vial with a dark liquid inside and carefully twisted the cork. Then he closed the cupboard and left, making sure no one had seen him.
His footsteps echoed as he headed towards the women's bathroom.
Before entering, he looked around, making sure the hallway was empty. Satisfied, he pushed open the door and quickly walked in.
The bathroom was spotless and quiet. Without hesitation, Oliver opened the bottle and poured the liquid into one of the urinals. As soon as the liquid touched the surface, a silent explosion of green paint spread across the room, covering the walls, floor, and mirrors.
He assessed the damage for a moment.
"First part completed."
Without wasting any time, he left before anyone arrived.
Now, it was time for phase two.
He walked to the Potions classroom and peered through the window in the door. His eyes roamed the room until they found their target: Boscha.
She sat with her arms crossed, bored, drumming her fingers on the table as she waited for the teacher to begin his explanation.
Oliver took a deep breath. "Time for a little personal revenge."
He discreetly extended his hands, activating his hormonal magic. A small pink smoke passing under the door, invisible to anyone but him, began to spread through the air around Boscha.
At first, Boscha showed no reaction. She remained seated, apparently normal. But then...
His skin began to take on a reddish hue.
She frowned and shifted in her seat restlessly. Her knees rubbed together, and she tugged lightly at the collar of her uniform, as if the fabric were suffocating her.
Oliver watched everything with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Now just enjoy the show."
Boscha shifted restlessly in her chair, trying to ignore the sudden heat that was taking over her body. The fabric of her uniform felt tighter than usual, and an uncomfortable feeling was growing in her chest.
She took a deep breath, crossing her arms and gritting her teeth. "What the hell is this?!"
The need to get rid of that feeling only grew. Her legs rubbed together involuntarily, and her mind began to go into disarray.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he quickly raised his hand. His voice came out a little louder than he intended:
— "P-Teacher, can I go to the bathroom?"
The professor raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
— "Don't delay."
Without wasting any time, Boscha quickly stood up and left the room. Her heart was beating fast as she walked through the hallways, ignoring the curious glances of some students. All she wanted to do was go to the bathroom and wash her face with cold water.
But as soon as she turned the corner and approached the door to the women's bathroom, she was intercepted by an imposing figure.
Director Bump.
The man with stern features and one eye covered by the iconic demon blocked his path with a serious tone in his voice.
"I'm sorry, Miss Boscha. The bathroom is closed. Some troublemaker exploded a potion of paint in there."
Boscha blinked, confused.
"Where are you from?"
It was only then that he noticed the trail of green footprints leading away from the bathroom, as well as the strong smell of magical ink permeating the air.
"No… it can't be."
She swallowed hard, feeling desperation build as her pussy became increasingly soaked. The discomfort didn't go away, and now, without a place to calm down, the situation only got worse.
'Road, road, road!'
Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile and nodded to the director.
"Oh, sure... then it's no problem."
He turned around immediately and walked away with quick steps.
"I need another place. Quick."
His gaze swept the halls
until you find one: the women's locker room.
With his mind filled with euphoria, he didn't even hesitate before heading in that direction.