One afternoon, Vina and Tia found themselves in their usual study room, diligently learning from Sera.

 The room boasted an ornate wooden door and was imbued with the rich scent of aged parchment. Shelves brimming with leather-bound tomes and ancient manuscripts lined the walls, while sunlight filtered through tall windows, casting ethereal rays that danced across the polished wooden floor. At the heart of the room stood a sturdy mahogany desk, its surface strewn with quills, ink pots, and parchment scrolls. Adorning the walls were maps of distant lands, alongside portraits of esteemed ancestors and tapestries depicting scenes of valor. The crackling fireplace added a cozy warmth to the tranquil atmosphere.

Vina, and Tia wore elegant thigh-length, loose-fitting chemises of white fabric with a triangular silhouette following the day’s dress code. They sat on the floor, with study materials spread in front of them.

Seated alongside them on the floor is Sera. She sat in a side sitting pose, with her knees bent and both feet going towards the same side, wore a thigh-length, slightly triangular chemise that hugged her every curve and accentuated her feminine figure. Its smooth fabric hinting at her silhouette beneath. The neckline dipped modestly, framing her collarbones with a delicate allure, while the hemline fell just above her thighs. Her cleavage is clearly visible for everyone to see. The delicate fabric reveals her smooth legs to spark intrigue and desire. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose waves. With each movement, the chemise sways gently, teasingly drawing attention to the intoxicating mystery that lay beneath its gossamer layers. 

"Argh," Vina groaned in frustration, unable to bear it any longer.

"What happened?" Sera inquired, her brow furrowing with concern.

"Mother, we've been learning the same languages for years, but we're unable to remember any of them," Vina complained, her frustration palpable.

"Yes, Mother, no matter how hard we try or how many repetitions we do, we slowly forget what we learn," Tia added.

“It feels like the words are slipping away.”

Sera chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's not just a feeling. The words and letters you're learning are truly slipping away."

"What do you mean, Mother?" Vina asked, confused.

"The languages you're both learning are ancient languages, ones that most people aren't even aware of. I got Eleanor to borrow and send a few books from our family," Sera explained patiently.

"As their name suggests, these languages are ancient, and every word and letter is imbued with magic," she continued. "Unless a person has awakened their magic, they won't be able to retain the knowledge related to magic."

"Magic-related knowledge can have various effects on living beings," Sera elaborated. "Some may cause sentient beings to become lunatic or crazy, while others may induce laziness. Additionally, some magic knowledge will slowly fade away from their memory, among other effects."

"These ancient languages are of low potency, and normal people won't be able to retain anything in their memory if a few days pass," Sera emphasized. "To retain that knowledge, normal people have to repetitively learn and memorize."

"The knowledge related to magic is vast, and each person's capability to retain it is directly proportional to their magic capacity" she clarified. "Normally, an awakened person doesn't reach their full memory capacity in their lifetime. However, there exists a clear limit for everyone."

"The slipping away of magic knowledge starts to take place when a person reaches their magic limit in retaining the magic-related knowledge," Sera concluded. "In your case, since you both haven't awakened, your magic capacity is too low. So even normal alphabets of magic languages will start to slip away given enough time. This is the same in my case as well. Due to my lack of magic capacity, I won't be able to retain much of my magic knowledge. The only difference is that I am able to retain it for a much longer period."

….

"Th-This is ridiculous. Then how are we supposed to memorize them?" Tia asked, frustrated.

"When you both awaken your magic, you will be able to memorize them without any problem." 

"Then mother, what is the point of learning these now? We can do it after we awaken our magic," Vina interjected.

"It's true that you will be able to easily memorize magic-related knowledge when you awaken. But the purpose of learning these ancient languages now is different”. Sera chuckled.

"By constantly coming into contact with magic-related words and knowledge, we are trying to train and enhance various mental capacities. This is a form of mental training, and the vibrations produced when we try to pronounce the alphabets will cause some special effects in our bodies. 

"For the future, it is also a practice to pronounce magic incantations properly by training our vocal chords similar to tongue twisters. This is a kind of mental, spiritual, and physical training that the ancient clans used to follow in order to enhance various aspects of their children.”

“Used to?” Tia interjected.

"Yes, used to. Not many of them follow this kind of method nowadays, as the changes are not profound and not as great. These enhancements can be obtained in the future by those clans by using different methods like consumption of potions or other training methods. Only families with low funds  or lack resources follow these traditional methods these days.

“Even in our family, none of them follow this method now. All of them use our clan's special method.”

"Then why are we doing it?" Vina seeks clarification.

"Hmm, somehow, my instincts tell me that there is more to this kind of training method," Sera mused, placing her index finger on her chin and tapping thoughtfully.

"So, we have been doing this for years because your instincts are telling you?" Tia questioned, skeptical.

"Yes," Sera admitted, smiling.

"You don't have a guarantee or clarity of what it might be?" Vina pressed further.

"Nope," Sera replied, her lips twitching with amusement.

Unable to retort, both Tia's and Vina's lips twitched as they exchanged incredulous glances, baffled by their mother's absurdity.

"And also, potions are scarce and highly in demand. We don't have any source to obtain them, so we can only stick to traditional means," she explained with a bright mischievous smile.

"Haaa," Tia and Vina sighed in unison, finally understanding Sera’s rationale. "So that is the real reason."

"Haha, my instincts are always correct," Sera chuckled.

“....”

“....”

"Ah, you both don't believe me, do you?" Sera pouted, feigning disappointment.

Sera bent forward, placing her hands on the floor for support. "Look at me," she urged, her tone playful yet seductive.

Her cleavage exposed and became more visible. Although her nipples are covered by her chemise, her white skin and bountiful assets are on full display for both Vina and Tia. She tucked the strands of hair behind her ear, making her face more visible.

If she bent any further, her feminine core and sexy bottom would be exposed.

"Do you think my instincts are lying?" Her seductive voice gradually deepened.

Ogling at her firm and elastic assets, both Tia and Vina gulped.

‘Even though we see her in her birth suit everyday, even though there isn't a spot on her body that we haven't laid our hands on, why are we still attracted to her so much? 

‘I am thankful for my yet immature body. Or else, I might have gone crazy already.’ Tia imagined.

Both Tia and Vina turned their faces away, unable to bear Sera’s bewitching gaze and her provocative body which is at the peak of its youth and beauty as a woman in her 20’s.

Sera chuckled, amused, “Why are you both turning away?”

Sera used her hands to gently turn the chins of Tia and Vina, maintaining her balance in the bent posture, but her butt half exposed due to her bending further.

Both Tia and Vina smelled the body fragrance emitted from Sera as she bent closer.

"It's rude to turn your head away when someone is talking, you know?

“I have not done it till now, but, maybe i should punish you both for being rude to a woman?” Sera scolded, tantalizing.

Tia and Vina’s hearts raced faster.

After confirming that she had both their attention, Sera leaned in closer. "Now, tell me, do you think my instincts are lying to me?" she asked softly, her fingers gently tracing across Vina and Tia's cheeks, seductively.

Vina and Tia felt a surge of electricity pass through their faces as they held their breath, captivated by Sera's touch and words.

“Ca-can’t we not do it too?” Vina asked, stuttering.

“What can’t we do?” Sera bent a bit more forward.

Vina could feel her warm and pleasant breath.

Vina gulped, “Ca-Can’t we not learn the languages too?”

“No can do.” Sera abruptly backed away as she shifted back into side sitting pose, wagging her finger sideways with a playful smile, teasing Vina and Tia.

Vina and Tia were taken aback before finally letting out the breath they held in unknowingly. But, they are unable to calm their racing hearts.

"I know it's very hard. But if we want to grow even a bit stronger, we have to hold it in and go through with it," Sera lectured, as if she were a teacher.

‘Don't know why, but she has recently started to tease us like this from time to time. What is going through her mind?’ Tia wondered.

They both focused on clearing their minds from Sera’s provocation, her bewitching figure and teasing smile that still lingered in their minds.

Hearing the word "strong," Vina resolved herself to learn the ancient languages, while Tia attempted to contemplate and digest what Sera had said. 

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Ding, Dong

Ding, Dong

Suddenly, a bell rang throughout the castle. During afternoons, Sera dedicated her time to teaching and spending the rest of the day with Vina and Tia, and they were usually undisturbed until the next morning. In case of an emergency, a bell was arranged to notify.

"Vina, Tia, let's go get dressed," Sera announced.

“Yes”

Quickly, the three of them changed into more formal attire and headed towards the main door. There, they found Emma and Alaric waiting anxiously.

"What's the matter, Emma, Alaric? What's the emergency?" Sera enquired.

"The countess is here," Emma replied, in urgency.

"What? Why is she here? When did she arrive?" Sera asked, flustered.

"We're not sure. The guards at the gate just informed us, so we rushed here. Currently, she's visiting the shrine to see Priest Benedict. I think she'll be here soon. What should we do?" Emma replied urgently.

"What's her entourage like?"

"According to the guards, there are only four people including the countess," Alaric replied.

The galloping sound of horses echoed in the distance, abruptly interrupting their discussion.

"It seems we don't have time to prepare a reception. Let's welcome them as we are," Sera decided.

Emma and Alaric nodded.

Sera, Vina, Tia, Emma, and Alaric stood outside, awaiting the arrival of the entourage. Soon, four figures on horseback approached and dismounted.

Among them were three women and one man, all in their late teens and strikingly beautiful.

*****

The one leading them is the most eye-catching. Countess Ravenna Nightshade, who seems to be in her late-teens, is like an ethereal flame, her long, crimson hair cascaded down her back in waves. Eyes as intense as blazing embers held a captivating depth, commanding attention with their otherworldly gleam.

Ravenna's skin, porcelain white, seemed to glow, accentuating the graceful contours of her face. A cascade of crimson curls framed high cheekbones, leading to a delicate, pointed chin. Her alluring lips, a deep shade of red.

Ravenna approached with a subtle grace, her every step leaving an impression of confidence and control. Anyone who sees her sexy gait will be entranced by her.

Ravenna's attire accentuated the curves of her figure. A flowing gown of deep, rich hues draped around her, with intricate embroidery. The fabric seemed to dance with every step, revealing glimpses of her silhouette.

Her pretty face, sexy body, gait, her presence, everything about her, awakens the desires in both men and women and make them want to become her slaves, who crossed her path. 

Tia and Vina, Emma and Alaric are instantly taken in by her beauty.

Gulp

Watching them approach both Alaric and Emma seemed to fall into a trance. Unknowing to them, they became attracted to her as Sexual desires seem to rise inside them.

The trio behind dismounted their steeds and followed Ravenna, their distinct appearances created a captivating tableau.

First off was Aiden Nightshade with his ash-white short hair, his eyes matching the color of his hair, held a gentle warmth that seemed to radiate kindness, had an approachable demeanor and a gentle smile.

Right beside him was Lila Nightshade, her blonde locks cascading down her back like strands of sunlight. Mischievous yellow eyes twinkled with a playful gleam. Lila's presence added a vibrant and lively energy to the group, her every step echoing a zest for adventure.

Bringing up the rear was Isolde Nightshade, with her dark blue eyes and hair in an angled bob cut falling gracefully till her neck. Her serious expression, as if everything is her enemy.

“Welcome…” Sera tried to greet the countess.

“No need for formalities. We are in a rush.” The countess interrupted.

Her voice is deep and sweet but also has an inherent power that seems to dominate others just through her words.

“You both may leave. We wish to speak with the Baroness in private.” Ravenna ordered.

The countess’s commands seem to bring them back out of their trance.

‘What was I thinking.’ The same thought lingered in them as they felt embarrassed by their dirty thoughts.

Emma and Alaric hesitated for a moment, glanced at each other, “Yes, by your will.” They left the castle.

“Sera, let’s go inside.”

Sera, along with Vina and Tia, led all 4 of them inside.

‘Wow! She is the countess? I thought she was a middle-aged woman at least. But she seems to be younger than mother.

‘She is more beautiful, no, extremely beautiful than Aunt Eleanor. She might be this world’s most beautiful lady. Aunt Eleanor seemed like a rich noble lady. But she seems more like a Queen. I think all 4 of them are very powerful.

‘She is also very sexy and attractive. Even Alaric and Emma seem to be charmed by her. But I seem to think of her as attractive, but I am not exactly charmed. Mother and vina seem to be the same. Why is that?’ Tia analyzed as they walked. 

Sera led all of them into the garden to the Gazebo. This was another construction that Sera herself designed and ordered during the previous year.

Nestled amidst the lush garden, the gazebo stood rustic, a harmonious blend of nature and craftsmanship. Its structure, crafted from warm, weathered wood, seamlessly integrated with the natural surroundings. The wooden beams curved gracefully, supporting an intricately latticed roof that allowed dappled sunlight to dance on the ground below.

Creepers and climbers, adorned with vibrant flowers, seemed to embark on a graceful ascent, intertwining with the wooden lattice. The delicate tendrils of the climbers cascaded down like verdant waterfalls, their leaves forming a luscious canopy that provided a cool, shaded retreat within the gazebo.

The air was alive with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, of various hues, from soft pastels to bold crimsons, creating a mesmerizing mosaic against the backdrop of the gazebo. 

At its heart, a charming seating arrangement beckoned visitors to immerse themselves in the serenity of nature. A circular wooden bench, skillfully crafted and adorned with soft cushions.

The bench seamlessly followed the curvature of the gazebo, providing an unobstructed view of the surrounding garden. Its wooden surface, polished to a gentle sheen, The cushions, adorned with earthy tones, added a touch of comfort to the rustic elegance.

Above the seating area, the wooden lattice of the gazebo created a natural canopy, allowing dappled sunlight to filter through, casting a gentle play of light and shadow on the seating below. The climbers and creepers, with their blossoming flowers, formed a living curtain that swayed delicately in the breeze, offering a sense of privacy and seclusion.

As soon as we arrived at the Gazebo, the countess hugged Sera , held her by her waist and gave a deep Kiss.

Ravenna released her hold on Sera, “How are you doing Sera?” She asked with a smile while licking her lips.

Sera sighed deeply, “Haaa, Why are you here mother?” 

Tia thought ‘Deja Vu.’

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