The moment the words left my mouth, Sofia's body locked.
Her brown eyes, wide and wet, went distant. The hallway, the students, the scattered books on the floor — all of it faded. Her mind, dragged backward by the crude question, pulled her through a thread of memory that she had been trying to bury since the night it happened.
The mirror world. The connection through the academy's magical network. She had been in her dormitory, preparing for sleep, when the image had appeared in her mirror. Uninvited. Unwanted. Vivid.
A thick woman. Blonde. Heavy-breasted. On all fours. Being pounded from behind by a man whose face she couldn't see clearly but whose body — whose cock — was unmistakable. The shaft, thick and veined, driving in and out of that woman's pussy. The wet, slapping sound. The moans. The way the woman's ass ripened with each thrust. The way she screamed. The way the cum, when he finished, poured from her pussy like a broken faucet.
