Nao's Moans

A few hours later, Lawrend stopped teaching Nao. She was average at best when it comes to magic, and he was starting to lose hope in her. He even thought of learning potion brewing himself.

"I'm sorry, Master," Nao said.

She was sitting on the floor, dejected, while Lawrend was standing and holding his chin in thought.

"Come here." Lawrend beckoned her.

Nao stood up without thinking much about it and stood before him.

"Turn around."

Nao was confused, but she still followed his words.

Lawrend went behind her and grabbed her wrists from behind.

"Master!?" Nao exclaimed.

Lawrend was dangerously close to her. Her heart couldn't help but start beating fast in nervousness.

"Close your eyes," Lawrend whispered into her ear.

Nao closed her eyes hard. Her imagination started to run wild.

Suddenly, a warm energy flowed into her wrists. It was a bright red color and powerful.