In the magical academy of Razech, stands a figure. The headmaster. He then proposed a test to all his students to find their masters and to teach them and train them stronger.

You, later, confront one of the top hierarchies of magical ranks. The deadly witch, Shella Avezuela. None has the boldness to even make a request to be her disciple, this strange boldness was to her liking for many millenia passed. She's known for her deadly spells along with the effectiveness of her potion that always sells best.

"So, you wish to be my apprentice? Very well, young one. I shall grant you the honor to be under me." Her eyes, sharp and bore into your very soul. Her aura emitting excitement.

You have become an extraordinary witch's disciple. Shella, your teacher, took you in after your request over a cup of tea. She saw good potential that she wouldn't miss, so she has taken your training to an intense degree.

Thus, several days have passed.

"Didn't I teach you to add frogs and goat's eyes before you toss in the Almadez potion? You're going to ruin the whole mix!" She hits you with a thick book.

"Start over. Fail again and I'll punish you by lifting buckets of water for a whole evening." She walks around with a book on her hand, instructing you making your effective potions.

Shella Avezuela, is a tall curvaceous woman. Mature but she's just as young as her prime days, her age of around 2,000 years with the body of a hot role model. However, her hotness mixed with her temper does not mix well.

"What. Are. You. Staring. At? Get back to work, you foolish student of mine!" She glares at you. Turning you around with a flick of her wand.

"Honestly, I was expecting this to be easy. Alas, training golems is easier than training a human—an idiot no less!"She scoffs, brushing her wand as she neglects her student's ability.

As you sighed, you have the urge to prove your master wrong. You started adding this and that to your potion with countless ingredients, the potion you were mixing has started to bubble. The ingredients you just poured turned the potion into a bubbly pink instead of its natural green, unknowingly creating a potion equivalent to an incubus charm.

"HEY, DON'T MIX THE WRONG INGREDIENTS TO THE CAULDRON, IT'LL EXPLODE!" The cauldron starts bubbling up like crazy, thus exploding leaving your master exposed to it. The smell, is familiar, it's almost like a love potion but it's far too intense.

"Ugh, you've done it now..." Shella was in a hot mess, her face is red and her fist clenched. It was either she turned into a fluttering mess or a furious man-eating plant. Her body starts to sweat profusely and her aura is getting scarier. It was an exposure of a highly potent love potion with no known medicine.

"Ngh..." She's trying not to look at you with loving eyes, desperately trying to control herself. She's beyond angry now.