Charisma 100: My Academy Life As A Heartbreaking Commoner Chapter 267: Apology Accepted*

A week after the Starlight Ball, Valdria’s political class was losing its collective mind.

The Noble Consortium had convened three emergency sessions in seven days. Evangeline was on a warpath, demanding accountability as to how shadow mages snuck into the academy from the academy itself, the church, and anyone else within general screaming distance.

Duke Cindergrave was trying to leverage the crisis into expanded church authority over Rosevale, because apparently a shadow cult building a bomb under everyone’s nose meant commoners needed more oversight, somehow. Talia shut that shit down quickly.

Aegis, overall, didn’t care.

She’d absorbed a weapon of mass destruction, was legally dead for about thirty seconds, had a conversation with a deity in a void, and came back with eleven hundred MP and a new apprentice. Whatever the Consortium wanted to scream about, they could scream about it without her.

She was walking through the academy corridors on a Tuesday morning when Sister Mirabel stepped into her path.

Same priestess robes. Same stern jaw. But the expression was different. The permanent suspicion that had lived on Mirabel’s face since the first time she’d laid eyes on Aegis was gone, replaced by something Aegis had never seen there before.

Discomfort. The specific discomfort of someone about to eat a very large plate of crow.

"Lady Starcaller," Mirabel said. "A moment?"

"Sure."

Mirabel stood there, her hands clasped in front of her, her mouth working like she was chewing on words she didn’t want to swallow.

"I owe you an apology."

[Am I dreaming? Did the bomb actually kill me and this is the afterlife?]

"I spent the better part of two years convinced you were a danger to this academy and everyone in it," Mirabel continued, her voice stiff but sincere. "I watched you, I questioned your motives, I assumed the worst at every turn. Selene has spent months telling me I was wrong, and I refused to listen." She paused, her jaw tightening. "After what you did at the Ball, I can no longer pretend my suspicions had merit. I was wrong. I’m sorry."

[So Selene’s been singing my praises for months. That’s adorable. Also explains why Mirabel’s been slightly less hostile lately.]

"I appreciate that, Sister," Aegis said. "I mean it. But I’m not the one who needs to hear it the most."

Mirabel frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Come with me."

---

Aegis knocked twice on Nazraya’s office door and let herself in.

Nazraya was at her desk, red eyes flicking up from her papers. She saw Aegis, then Mirabel standing stiffly in the doorway behind her, and her expression went from mild curiosity to guarded.

"Darling," Nazraya said. "What is this?"

"A long overdue reunion." Aegis stepped aside and leaned against the wall. "Mirabel knows what you did for me. The training, the aether expansion, all of it. She knows the reason I could absorb that bomb is because you spent months putting your career on the line to teach me things nobody else could."

The office went quiet.

Mirabel was staring at Nazraya. Nazraya was staring at Mirabel. The air between them was thick with a decade of history, of arguments and longing and stubborn pride on both sides.

"I was unfair to you," Mirabel said. "For years. I let my fear of shadow magic blind me to who you actually are." Her voice cracked, just a fraction. "I’m sorry, Naz."

Nazraya’s red eyes widened. Her lips parted and for once, the woman who always had a sultry quip or a cutting remark ready had nothing. She just stared at Mirabel, and Aegis could see the walls crumbling in real time.

[I mean... She absolutely is who Mirabel thought she was, to be fair. It’s not like she studied shadow magic so she could save the world eventually or anything. But, eh, who cares.]

Nazraya, however, did not care.

Mirabel crossed the room, took Nazraya’s face in both hands, and kissed her.

Nazraya went stiff for half a second, and then her hands were on Mirabel’s waist, pulling her closer, kissing her back hard. Mirabel’s fingers slid into Nazraya’s black hair and Nazraya made a sound against her mouth that was half moan, half sob, and Aegis stood against the wall grinning like she’d just won the lottery.

[God, I’m good.]

They broke apart, foreheads pressed together, both of them breathing hard.

They kissed again, deeper, messier, Nazraya pulling at Mirabel’s robes while Mirabel’s hands slid down Nazraya’s back. Aegis watched for approximately ten more seconds of restraint before walking up behind Mirabel and grabbing two full handfuls of her ass.

It was, as she’d suspected for the better part of a year, phenomenal. Huge and round and firm under those priestly robes, spilling between her fingers when she squeezed.

Mirabel gasped against Nazraya’s mouth.

"Starcaller—"

"Been wanting to do that since first year. Don’t mind me."

"I absolutely do mind—"

Nazraya smirked over Mirabel’s shoulder.

"She’s been staring at your ass every class since orientation, darling. I’m surprised she lasted this long."

"That is not—"

"It’s very true," Aegis said, pressing herself against Mirabel’s back, her cock already stiffening against the curve of that incredible ass. She could feel Nazraya’s cock hardening too through her robes, pressing against Mirabel’s front, and between them, Mirabel’s own dick was tenting the fabric of her priestess garments.

Three hard cocks and a locked office door. What to do?

"This is wildly inappropriate," Mirabel said, even as her hips ground forward against Nazraya.

"The best things always are," Aegis murmured against her ear. "No doubt Selene told you... other things about me, didn’t she?"

Mirabel blushed.

[I knew it.]

Clothes hit the floor fast. Mirabel’s robes came off and Aegis got the full picture: wide hips, thick thighs, huge tits with dark nipples, and that ass, good lord, that ass. Her cock stood thick and flushed between her legs, and Nazraya dropped to her knees in front of it before Mirabel could say another word.

Nazraya took Mirabel’s dick into her mouth, her red eyes looking up with the kind of knowing hunger that came from having mapped this woman’s body years ago and remembering every inch now in real time. Mirabel’s hand went to the back of her head, her composure shattering, a moan pulling out of her that sounded nothing like the pious, restrained sister who’d been lecturing about divine purity all year.

Aegis knelt behind Mirabel, spread her ass with both hands, and pushed her tongue into her asshole. Mirabel’s knees buckled and she grabbed Nazraya’s shoulder to keep herself standing, her voice breaking into desperate, breathless sounds as Aegis ate her ass, licking and pushing deeper while Nazraya sucked her cock from the front.

[Knew it. The pious ones are always the loudest.]

Aegis ate her ass until Mirabel was shaking, then stood up, spat on her cock, and pressed the tip against Mirabel’s hole. She pushed in slowly, one inch at a time, and Mirabel’s back arched as she took it, her mouth falling open in a long, shuddering gasp.

"Oh, fuck," Mirabel breathed. "Oh, fuck, that’s—"

Nazraya stood, kissed Mirabel hard to swallow whatever she was about to say, and positioned herself in front. She grabbed Mirabel’s hips, lined up, and slid her cock into Mirabel’s pussy.

Mirabel’s eyes went wide. Both of them inside her, Aegis buried in her ass and Nazraya filling her pussy, and the sound she made was loud enough that Aegis was grateful the office was on the far end of the faculty wing.

They fucked her together. Nazraya thrust forward as Aegis pulled back, then Aegis drove in as Nazraya withdrew, alternating strokes that kept Mirabel full and gasping between them. Nazraya kissed her through it, their tongues sliding together, messy and desperate, while Aegis pounded her ass from behind with her hands locked on Mirabel’s hips.

"Harder," Mirabel gasped against Nazraya’s mouth, and they both gave her harder. Nazraya fucked up into her pussy with deep, rolling thrusts while Aegis slammed her ass, the sound of skin on skin filling the office, and Mirabel came first, her cock pulsing untouched between their bodies, her ass and pussy clenching so tight around them that Aegis almost came on the spot.

Nazraya followed, groaning into Mirabel’s mouth as she filled her pussy, and Aegis lasted three more strokes before burying herself to the hilt and cumming deep in Mirabel’s ass.

They ended up on the floor in a tangle of limbs and sweat and cum, Mirabel sandwiched between them, Nazraya’s arms around her waist, Aegis’s hand still resting on her ass because she’d earned it.

"Wildly inappropriate," Mirabel murmured against Nazraya’s chest.

"Mhm," Nazraya said, kissing her forehead. "Welcome back."

---

Aegis sat across from Rosanna on the meditation platform, the stars bright overhead, the aether dense and warm around them. Rosanna was in her usual loose robes, her purple eyes studying Aegis with an expression that Aegis hadn’t seen before. Something close to awe.

"I can feel it," Rosanna said. "Your power. The absorption restructured your entire aether framework. You’re operating at a level I haven’t sensed in anyone since..." She trailed off. "Well. Since me."

"So I’m the strongest mage in the world?"

"Possibly. Though I wouldn’t say that within earshot of your wife. That girl’s ice magic is something else entirely."

"Please don’t tell her that. Her ego is already impossible to live with."

Rosanna laughed, warm and real. Then she stood up, her robes shifting around her form, and extended a hand.

"Show me," she said. "Spar with me. I want to see what you’ve become."

Aegis took her hand and stood. They faced each other on the platform, the wind picking up around them, aether swirling in response to two powerful mages squaring off.

Rosanna moved first. A whip of pure aether lashed toward Aegis’s legs and Aegis sidestepped it, countering with an Aether Pulse that Rosanna deflected with a flick of her wrist. They traded blows, bolt for bolt, whip for whip, the platform lighting up with each exchange. Aegis used Aether Step to close the distance, appearing behind Rosanna with a Divine Spark charged in her palm, but Rosanna was already spinning, meeting her with a barrier that absorbed the hit and pushing back with a concentrated burst that forced Aegis to throw up a Lumen Ward.

They went back and forth for ten minutes, neither landing clean, both of them grinning. Aegis was faster than she’d ever been, her reflexes sharp, her power deep, and Rosanna was eight centuries of experience and technique distilled into a ghost who could still fight like the warrior queen she’d been.

Aegis feinted left, stepped right, caught Rosanna’s wrist, and pulled her in.

She kissed her.

Rosanna’s purple eyes went wide. Then they softened, and she kissed Aegis back, her ghostly form warm and solid in the dense aether, her fingers curling into Aegis’s shirt. It was slow, and gentle, and tasted like moonbloom tea.

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