The atmosphere in the room grew warmer, as if charged with an electric current, as Venti stood before Yomite, clothed only in delicate, white lace undergarments that barely concealed her perfect form. Her legs were clad in white stockings that seemed to glow with an ethereal light.

Venti reached down to her ankles, fingertips grazing the top of her stockings.

With a tantalizingly slow and deliberate motion, she began to roll them off, each inch of exposed skin revealing the graceful contours of her feet. Yomite could only watch, captivated, his breath catching in his throat.

Her high arches, slender legs, and delicate ankles exuded elegance, while her soft, smooth skin seemed to beckon for his touch.

The entire scene unfolded like a choreographed dance of temptation, each of Venti’s movements designed to ensnare Yomite’s senses.

“My heart is bursting with a desire so strong, to hold fifty children, and sing them a song. To teach them, guide them, watch them grow, to be a mother and let your love flow.”

Venti’s wicked grin now seemed to hold a hint of mischief, as she stood before Yomite, utterly exposed.

Her gaze met his, unwavering and intense, as she made a daring request.

“Yomite, give me your children,”

Dazed by her bewitching presence, Yomite barely registered her words.

‘What the hell is happening!?’

Confusion swirled within him like a storm.

He thought back to when Venti had claimed to possess the ability to transform into a woman, but he had never imagined anything so breathtaking.

In moments like these, Yomite would usually be able to restrain himself in front of a gorgeous woman, but being in the body of a child who appeared to be at the beginning of his puberty, he felt something rising, and it wasn’t the Shield Hero.

How could he possibly resist her now?

Venti approached Yomite with a mischievous grin, her eyes dancing with a hint of playfulness.

Leaning in close, her breath hot and alluring, she whispered into Yomite’s ear.

“You can do it inside all you want~ I want you to get me pregnant~” she looked down at him, her eyes filled with lust. “I love you, let me taste you. Any kind of fetish you have, I’ll grant you a free passage. I have lived for thousands of years, my body is pure, yet I have knowledge about any position you would want to try. Be it from the past, present or the future~”

She spoke of the untold secrets she carried, tantalizing him with the promise of billions of experiences to pleasure him from across time itself.

Yomite was overcome with a sense of helplessness. He had no idea what to say.

It seemed that Venti didn’t care, either.

Crouching down, she gently guided Yomite’s face between her cleavage, allowing him to take in her scent. Her perfume was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but inhale deeply.

The strong smell of her arousal tempted him for a few seconds, before he finally noticed that Venti’s hands were slowly undressing him.

Once he realized that, he shook his head back and forth and somehow managed to wake up to his senses, deciding to ignore Venti’s actions and focusing on finding another way out of the room.

“Eh…? How did you get out of the hypnosis?”

“Piss off!”

“Eeek!”

He scanned the area, searching for any hidden exits or potential escape routes.

As he did so, Venti suddenly held up a key, the metallic jingle capturing his attention.

Yomite’s eyes widened as he realized that the key was exactly what he needed to escape the enigmatic school.

Cautiously, he approached Venti, trying to gauge her intentions. “That key…hand it over.”

Venti giggled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Hmm, what would you give me in return for this key? This key is ve~ry important, you know~” she asked, twirling the key around her finger, her movements fluid and graceful.

Yomite was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what he could possibly offer someone like Venti, especially in this surreal situation where he was barely clothed and a kid to boot.

Her request for children was out of the question.

Desperation coursed through him as Venti’s laughter filled the room.

The laughter transformed into a symphony of giggles as Venti began to gracefully jog naked around the room, the key glinting in her hand. “Catch me if you can!” she teased, her laughter reverberating off the walls like a playful melody.

Yomite knew his time was limited, the monstrous figures relentlessly hammering at the door.

He had no choice but to engage in Venti’s twisted game. Gritting his teeth, he pursued her around the room, straining to match her nimble movements.

Just as he was about to apprehend her, Venti suddenly levitated, the key securely in her grasp, far beyond Yomite’s reach.

With a taunting smirk, she teasingly licked the key. “You’ll need to be faster, Yomite…or should I say…Yum-Yum? It has a certain ring to it,” she called out playfully.

Yomite’s irritation intensified, but he recognized that losing his temper would serve no purpose.

He needed a clear mind to escape this nightmare. As Venti continued to float tantalizingly out of reach, Yomite devised a new plan. He scanned the storage room for anything that could help him reach her or persuade her to descend.

In the corner, he noticed a stack of old wooden crates and an idea took shape. Swiftly, he piled the crates atop one another, constructing an improvised ladder.

Ascending the unsteady structure, Yomite drew nearer to Venti. Taking a deep breath, he leaped from the summit of the crates, stretching his arm to grab her.

Incredibly, Yomite managed to seize Venti just as she tried to evade him. However, the force of the leap sent them both plummeting towards the ground.

In the chaos, Yomite’s hand accidentally found itself clutching Venti’s breast.

As they tumbled to the floor, Yomite could feel the softness of Venti’s breast in his hand…it was warm and inviting.

He quickly released his grip, and woke up from his stupor trying to find where she put the key.

Venti, seemingly unfazed by the incident, cut him off with a teasing grin. “Well, that was certainly an interesting turn of events. But I must say, you’ve got quite the grip for a little kid~”

She stood up, Yomite’s frail form falling off of her.

“It’s too late now, however~”

Yomite looked up, and watched as Venti slowly inserted the key into her “entrance”, followed by a *plop* sound.

“…”

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