The doors to the cafeteria opened with a soft bang, revealing Kawada Shinji and Maeda Shinji, two students from the Magic Academy of the City of Heaven. Their flawless beauty, as if sculpted by the gods, made all eyes turn to them. A murmur of admiration ran through the room, interrupted only by the clinking of cutlery.

"I still can't believe the mission went wrong," Kawada said, sitting down at the table with an ironic smile. His shiny silver hair framed an angelic face, and his blue eyes shone with a shrewd intelligence.

Maeda, with his hair as black as the darkest night and very dark and intense green eyes that seemed to reflect the afternoon sun, let out a melodious laugh. "Me neither, brother. It was such a ridiculous mission. Imagine, the two of us against a monster capable of instilling fear even in the Gods! Absurd." "You noticed that they changed the way they treat us. Before, it was all red carpet and flowers. Now they treat us coldly and with distance." Kawada made a dismissive gesture with his hand.

"Does the princess treat you coldly?" I asked with an enigmatic smile as he took a bite of a fruit that looked like an apple but tasted like a grape. "She's breathtaking!" Maeda gestured with his hands, fanning himself.

"Really? What about the prince? Has he kissed you yet?" Kawada replied as he stole a piece of fruit his sister was eating from the plate.

"Hey...it's mine. If you want it, get off your ass and go get it." Maeda slapped his brother's hand, but that didn't stop him from putting the piece of fruit in his mouth. "He's a prince, he doesn't do such rude things. After all, we're already engaged. But that's okay. The mission just changed focus. I think it even got easier now that we don't have to destroy the thing." “You think so? I don’t know, no one knows what this thing is, where it is, or why the whole world, from what I’ve heard, is against it.” Kawada fiddles with his plate and cutlery.

“It must be something like a Demon Lord.” Maeda looks at the other students, who are still looking at them. She still hasn't gotten used to all the changes, her absurd beauty, worthy of a Miss Universe, her height, she and her brother are over two meters tall, her brother being about three fingers taller, but their bodies are almost identical, both slender and delicate. He would prefer to have bigger breasts, but "don't look a gift horse in the mouth". Being the center of attention of all the boys and men is a little scary. According to her fiancé, this was one of the reasons for their engagement, to protect the Heroine's honor. But she imagines that there were other reasons, both political and carnal. The prince is handsome, charming and it is increasingly difficult to resist his advances. She thinks about the brief moments when they manage to be together without anyone around, about the stolen kisses, about the careless hands... a deep red appears on her face, white as the purest winter snow.

"What nonsense are you thinking, sister?"

Maeda returns to reality. "Shut up." She thinks about how her brother's dark skin has its advantages in this area, there's no way to blush. But on the other hand, if she draws attention with her divine beauty, her brother draws double the attention, his shiny black skin, like vinyl, draws much more attention than she does. Her brother seems to handle this attention better than she does. Maybe it's because he's madly and hopelessly in love with the princess, on all fours, with all her tires flat. He starts to laugh.

“What are you laughing at, you idiot?” Kawada glares at her.

“Nothing. What's on the agenda for today?” She changes the subject.

“Conjuration magic, practical weapons class, calligraphy and etiquette. I hate etiquette class.”

“As royal fiancés and future consorts of the rulers of this country, we can't embarrass them.”

Kawada grumbles. “I know, but it's so boring, ten pieces of cutlery, to eat, I only have two hands, just kidding.”

“How long are we going to stay here?” Maeda asks.

“Fang said that in two more months we will know the minimum so that we don’t die in an idiotic way, then we will start looking for the CODEX artifact and with his help, we will go after the True Core.”

The siblings finish eating and quickly separate, each to their respective rooms. The school of magic has mixed areas, such as the cafeteria and gym, but dormitories and classrooms are separated by gender.

The air in the corridors of the school of magic was dense, charged with expectation and a hint of electricity. Roper, with his face flushed and his eyes shining, lurked behind a statue of a stone griffin, his breathing ragged. His fingers drummed impatiently against the scabbard of his sword, a nervousness that contrasted with the audacity of his plan, ok... actually, his crazy sister's plan. Seducing and causing a public scandal, forcing their father's hand, not too difficult in terms of procreation, when it comes to the father.

On the other side of the corridor, Trifina, with a mischievous smile on her lips, was also hiding behind another stone griffin on the opposite side. Her blue eyes sparkled with the promise of an adventure. She adjusted the ruby necklace that shone like embers, a gift from her grandmother, a powerful sorceress, used to make a woman irresistible, not that she needed it, but it's always better to be safe, as her grandmother used to say.

Your brother is using an oil made with a similar spell.

The clock in the school tower chimed, signaling the crucial moment. Roper, with a quick and precise movement, launched himself forward, intercepting Maeda, who was walking unawares down the hallway.

"Maeda!" Roper exclaimed, his voice hoarse with excitement.

Maeda, taken by surprise, choked on her own saliva. "Roper? What... what's going on?"

Roper, with a mischievous smile, approached Maeda, wrapping her in a tight hug. "You can't escape me, my love!" It was clearly an illusion that they both shared. Maeda was a head taller than her fiancé and stronger and more agile than him, but when he touched her like that, hungry, possessive and dominating, she turned into jelly. Until recently she was the ugly duckling and forgotten for a while, she was almost invisible... and now she had a legion of fans and a handsome prince who was crazy about her. Of course she had every right to turn into jelly.

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Maeda, despite her confusion, felt a tremor of pleasure run through her body. "Roper, are you... crazy?"

"Crazy in love with you!" Roper replied, pulling her head and sealing her lips on Maeda's in a passionate kiss, his tongue doing devilish things in her mouth.

At the same moment, on the other side of the hallway, Trifina intercepted Kawada, who was walking distractedly, observing the gargoyles that decorated the arches of the ceiling.

"Kawada!" Trifina exclaimed, her voice melodious and seductive.

Kawada, surprised, turned to face Trifina. "Trifina? What are you doing here?"

Trifina, with a smile that promised mischief, much more aggressive and possessive than her brother, jumped, grabbing her prey like a spider, a scene not worthy of a princess. Her teeth soon sank hard into her beloved's neck, who let out a loud moan, a mixture of pain, surprise and pleasure, her hands sliding through her fiancé's long, silky hair and digging into him. He was hers and no one else's. Ever since they first saw each other, she knew her world had changed axis, he had to be hers, only she could be the mother of his children, only she would carry his seed, her bed would only have his scent. This only got worse when the court magician informed her that the Heroes were Progenitor Elves, SHE would be the mother of a new race. It was easy to convince her family, bringing such powerful blood to the royal lineage would only bring benefits. Besides, everything about him lit a fire that drove her crazy, his hair, his dark blue eyes, his soft, smooth skin, muscles sculpted by an artist, his hairless and different body, his smell, there was something that always made her wet. And the problem was that this wasn't just hers, her maids also commented the same thing, it was only a matter of time until a whore attacked him. She would never wait for the end of this quest to have what was rightfully hers. That's why she and her brother would make such a fuss that it would be impossible to postpone the wedding for long. He would only leave her side after his seed was in her womb. "I came to find you, my love." One of her hands let go of his hair and went down like lightning to the middle of his pants and "he" was already hard, hot, throbbing and ready to wait for her. Kawada, despite the surprise, felt a shiver of desire run through her body. "Trifina, are you... kidding?" "Playing at making love to you!"

"You're crazy..." Trifina replied, pulling Kawada's head into the middle of her cleavage. Her response was silenced by a nipple and a nail digging into his penis.

On the other side, her brother already had his mouth on Maeda's breast. Maeda writhed like a fish out of water under the prince's attacks.

Everything was going according to plan. Trinfina thought happily.

The corridors of the magic school echoed with the sound of passionate kisses and muffled moans. Roper and Trifina, with the audacity of their hearts, had ambushed their fiancés, transforming the corridor into a stage of love and passion.

A curtain of servants and attendants, appears, coming from adjacent rooms, like a choreographed ballet, with a knowing look and discreet smiles, protected the scene from curious eyes; all had received assurances from the three princes that there would be no reprisals for their "failure" to protect the princes' honor. The barrier ensured that the unique moment of love and rebellion would continue until the planned outcome.

Both brothers can see the barrier of servants and the small rebellion that their mind was trying to mount, collapses.

On the other side of the T-shaped corridor, two servants of the princess and the prince were bringing the outcome of the trap. Each one brought a professor in tow, with the excuse that the prince and the princess wanted to talk about new research funds and sponsorship of promising young people.

Like a choreographed ballet, the two professors, each coming from a wing, meet in the hallway leading to the student cafeteria.

Moran Kerdoncuff, professor of poetry, art and divination. Wearing a red stole from his tower, He wears dark green sweaters, baggy black pants, and alligator-skin shoes. Underneath the sweater, he keeps a flail hidden, just in case. He has moderate-length blond hair. He has a tattooed face. He is grumpy, and has been known to invite prodigy students to lunch so he can criticize them. However, he still seems generally friendly.

“Good afternoon Professor Alana.” She is corpulent, but not excessively obese, as Moran likes to think, a woman who fills the bed. She wears black pants with a two-tone pastel green striped stole, a colorful collared shirt, and has the silver hair of a mature woman in a very large beehive style. Her eyes are also green. Her teeth are white and perfect. Aggressive, greedy and ambitious. She is a woman to be respected.

“Good afternoon, Professor Moran.” She greets him and then they turn to walk together down the hallway.

And they come upon the scene.

On one side, the prince’s servants and knights are pressed against the wall and a little beyond them the prince and the heroine are grappling, the heroine’s hand between the prince’s legs and the prince holding an exposed breast with one hand and the other in his mouth. The heroine moaning scandalously and all pink with excitement. On the other side of the corridor a similar scene, the princess's servants and knights also placed on the wall, the princess mounted on the Hero, with the latter holding her by the buttocks, her legs exposed and the hero sucking her breasts, her hair completely disheveled.

A crash echoes through the corridor.

“BEHAVE!!!!” Professor Alana screams at the top of her lungs.

The two heroes turn their heads at the same time. The Hero lets go of the princess, who falls on her butt on the floor and lets out a not-so-noble little scream.

The Heroine tries to hide behind the prince, who starts adjusting his pants.

“ALL FOUR, FOLLOW ME IMMEDIATELY!” Professor Alana screams at the top of her lungs again.

As if by magic, the hallway fills with students attracted by the noise.

The teacher turns and heads towards the school’s main building.

Moran thinks and walks next to Alana. Who would have thought that Prince Roper would be so bold? Lucky man. I won’t give him a week to be between Goddess Maeda’s legs.

Lucky man.

Yes, lucky people, think students of both sexes about the two princes.