Zoe sat down beside her boyfriend, Troy, on the second floor of the University of Magical Studies. The room was packed—it was exam week, and students were deep in their books. Troy welcomed the break as Zoe leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Who’s the smart one here?” Zoe asked.
“You are. But I’m the clever one,” Troy replied with a grin. Zoe rolled her eyes.
“Guess what? I found an awesome spell. Give me your wand.”
“What spell?” Troy asked, handing Zoe his wand.
“It’s a surprise.” Zoe giggled as she took the wand, running her fingers over it while muttering unfamiliar words. She then leaned down, cupping Troy’s groin, and whispered three more words.
“Hey! Not here!” Troy hissed.
“All set!” Zoe said with a mischievous grin. Troy shushed her, leaning in.
“What did you just do?” he whispered.
“Do you remember last fall when you pulled that prank on me? The one where you cast a spell that made me have uncontrollable, non-stop orgasms?”
Troy laughed. “How could I forget? You’re not still mad about that, are you?”
Zoe nodded, a sly smile spreading across her face. She stepped back, placing a finger on Troy’s wand.
Troy shifted uncomfortably as he felt a strange sensation—like something lightly tickling him down below. He scratched absentmindedly. Zoe giggled, waving his wand slightly.
Troy froze as the tickling escalated into something more. His eyes widened. “Zoe… what did you do? Give me my wand back, now,” he demanded, keeping his voice low in the crowded room. But his growing arousal betrayed him. He leaned forward to hide the burgeoning erection pressing against his pants.
“Not here, Zoe. Not in public. Is this your revenge for my prank? That was in your dorm, in private!” Troy whispered, his tone frantic as he squirmed in his seat.
Zoe smirked. “Yes. But the entire dorm heard me screaming during those orgasms! Fair’s fair.” She leaned in and whispered, “The only way to break the spell is to stroke both this wand and, well… yourself.”
“Zoe!” Troy hissed. She laughed, stepping away with a playful wave of his wand.
Troy bent forward, pretending to study, while trying to calm himself. Zoe sauntered to the other side of the room, settling into a chair. She began to lightly stroke Troy’s wand, her eyes fixed on him.
Troy let out a stifled moan, quickly covering his mouth. A girl studying nearby turned and shushed him. Zoe giggled, her strokes becoming deliberate. Troy clenched his fists, sweating beneath his robes as the spell intensified. He adjusted his pants, trying desperately to hide the wet spot forming from his arousal.
“Zoe,” he mouthed, his eyes pleading.
Zoe smirked, signing to him across the room: I love watching you squirm.
Desperate to escape, Troy grabbed his backpack and used it to shield himself as he stood. Zoe, noticing his awkward retreat, flicked her wand. Troy’s backpack suddenly slipped from his hands, crashing to the floor. The girl beside him turned, her eyes widening as she came face-to-face with his bulge.
Troy’s cheeks burned red as he scrambled to grab his bag. The girl shook her head in disgust. Zoe giggled louder, her strokes on the wand relentless.
Troy finally found a quiet corner, far from the other students. He slumped into a chair, adjusting his pants, which were stretched tight from his still-throbbing arousal. He glared at Zoe, who simply grinned back, her strokes varying in speed—slow, then fast, then a teasing rhythm.
Troy squirmed uncontrollably, his hips bucking against his will. He bit his lip to suppress a moan.
Zoe turned to a nearby librarian. “Excuse me, ma’am?” she said sweetly.
Troy’s heart sank. What was she doing now?
“My wand feels… bumpy. Could you check it? I think something might be wrong,” Zoe said innocently, handing over Troy’s wand.
The librarian inspected the wand, running her fingers along its length. Troy gasped, his cock throbbing harder with each touch. He stifled a moan, his leg jerking against the chair in front of him. The librarian shot him a sharp “Shh!” before returning the wand to Zoe.
“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” the librarian said, wiping the wand with her robe. “It’s just a bit dusty.”
“Thank you,” Zoe said with a grin, walking off. She turned back to Troy, giving the wand another deliberate stroke. Troy groaned, clutching his backpack as he hurried after her. His erection pulsed, the spell driving him to the brink.
Zoe disappeared into a room labeled Storage with a sign that says Staffs Only. Troy followed, his body trembling with arousal. Inside, the room was dim and dusty, filled with old furniture and covered mirrors. In the center, his wand lay on the floor.
Troy picked it up, remembering Zoe’s supposed “cure.” He cursed under his breath, sat down on the stone floor, fumbling and took off his clothes. Naked and resigned, he pressed the wand against his cock and began to stroke both simultaneously. His breaths came ragged as he fantasized about Zoe—what he would do to her. His climax building rapidly.
But as he came, pumping himself furiously, his orgasm didn’t stop. His body jerked uncontrollably, his cock keeps squirting and he noticed the mirrors reflecting him—but also showing another room beyond. It was Zoe’s dorm lounge, filled with her laughing friends. The puddle of his cum expanded around him.
“Zoe!” he yelled, blushing furiously. She stepped through the mirror, grinning wickedly.
“I lied about the cure,” she said, snapping her fingers. Troy’s cock went limp instantly, the spell broken.
“Consider this our breakup,” Zoe said, stepping back into the mirror. As she left, she waved her wand, triggering the room alarms.
Troy sat there in his own milky mess, horrified, as the doors burst open. Students flooded in, their laughter echoing in the chaos.
“Oh, fuck,” Troy muttered, burying his face in his hands.