The **Obsidian Wing** was the most exclusive section of the Academy. The hallways were carved from dark, polished stone that seemed to absorb the light, making the atmosphere feel heavy and private. Caelum reached his door—Room 101—and pressed his hand against the enchanted lock.
The door swung open, but he wasn't alone.
Sitting on his bed was a woman who looked like a dangerous dream. This was **Seraphina**, the dormitory's "Prefect." She had skin the color of rich honey and hair that fell in wild, dark curls down her back. Her uniform was a scandalous version of the Academy robes—the front was laced with silver thread, but it was pulled so tight that her generous breasts seemed to be overflowing, struggling against the fabric with every breath she took.
"You're late, Golden Spark," Seraphina purred. Her voice was like velvet rubbing against skin.
Caelum didn't just see her beauty; he saw her Aether. It was a **Deep Magenta**, thick and slow like honey, pulsing with a rhythm that made the air in the room feel humid.
"And you're in the wrong room, Prefect," Caelum replied, closing the door behind him. The magical seal clicked, locking them in.
"Oh, I'm exactly where I want to be," she said, standing up. She was tall, her long legs showing through the high slits of her skirt. She walked toward him, her hips swaying in a way that was clearly meant to distract. "Vespera told me you were 'unstable.' As the Prefect, it's my job to make sure you... discharge that extra energy."
She stopped inches from him. The scent of her—spicy cinnamon and musk—hit him like a wave. She reached out, her long fingers tracing the muscles of his chest.
The moment she touched him, Caelum felt her Magenta energy try to "hook" into his Gold. She was a **Siren Class**—her magic worked by making others crave her. But Caelum wasn't a normal student. He grabbed her wrist, his grip firm and hot.
"You're trying to drain me, Seraphina," he murmured, his golden eyes glowing with a dark intensity. "But you're a chemist who doesn't realize she's playing with a volatile compound."
He flooded his hand with Gold Aether. Seraphina gasped, her knees buckling as a jolt of pure, refined heat shot up her arm and settled deep in her core. Her "Siren" energy didn't drain him; it was instantly overpowered and refined by his Gold.
"Oh... gods," she whispered, her emerald eyes blowing wide. "It's so... thick. Your energy... it's like being filled with molten lead."
She didn't pull away. Instead, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed. Her hunger was no longer an act of duty; it was a biological scream for more.
Caelum didn't hold back. He stripped the silver laces from her bodice, letting her heavy, dark-nippled breasts spill into his hands. They were hot to the touch, their Aether vibrating in sync with his pulse. As he explored her body, every touch left a shimmering gold fingerprint on her honeyed skin.
The "lesson" with Seraphina was different from the one with Vespera. While Vespera was about melting ice, Seraphina was about fueling a fire. She was loud, her moans echoing off the obsidian walls as Caelum used his logic to push her body to its absolute limit. With every thrust, the Magenta and Gold blended, turning the room into a swirling vortex of violet light.
By the time the sun began to set, Seraphina was draped across the bed, her body twitching with aftershocks. Her magenta Aether was now glowing with golden streaks, a permanent sign that she had been "claimed" by his chemistry.
"I have to... get ready for the banquet," she panted, her voice broken and happy. She looked at him with total devotion. "But Caelum... if you ever need to 'discharge' again... I'll kill anyone who tries to take my place."
Caelum stood up, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He felt more powerful than ever. The banquet was starting soon, and he knew the entire Academy was waiting to see if he was a fluke or a king.