Going out
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Emberlynn closed the grimoire with a satisfied snap, her purple eyes gleaming with fresh ambition. She had spent the entire morning absorbing weak creatures and mastering minor spells, and now the hunger to test her new body and power in the real world had become irresistible.
“Enough studying for today,” she declared, rising gracefully from the tentacle nest. “Little Tiger wants to play outside. Time to show the world what I’ve become~”
She snapped her fingers. The grimoire floated obediently to her bookshelf. A few remaining tentacles slithered back into the floorboards, leaving the room looking almost normal again.
First, her outfit.
Emberlynn stood before her closet and concentrated. Violet energy shimmered around her naked body. The magic responded instantly, weaving dark fabric from shadow and desire. A tight, sexy gothic dress materialized around her sculpted figure—black velvet with deep crimson accents, a plunging neckline that perfectly framed her full, firm breasts, and a high slit up one thigh that revealed her long, toned legs with every step. The dress hugged her dramatic hourglass like a second skin, accentuating her narrow waist, powerful hips, and athletic curves. Black lace trim added delicate, seductive detail.
She completed the look with glossy black high heels that added several inches to her already commanding height, making her legs look endless. Her light-purple hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, and she refreshed her makeup—smoky dark eyes, sharp black lipstick, and a touch of shimmer on her cheekbones to highlight her pink freckles.
She turned in front of the mirror, admiring how the dress clung to her muscular yet feminine body. “Perfect. Sexy, gothic, and terrifyingly hot.”
Then she looked at Blitzo, who was still lounging in the armchair in his human disguise.
“You’re coming with me,” she announced. “And you’re going to act as my loving, obedient boyfriend. Got it?”
Blitzo raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend? You’re kidding, right?”
She pointed one long, manicured nail at him. Violet sparks danced at the tip. “Black t-shirt. Black pants. Nice and simple. And smile. Be affectionate. Touch my waist, hold my hand, call me baby or darling. If you embarrass me outside, I’ll make the tentacles visit you in your sleep.”
Blitzo swallowed hard. “…Yes, Mistress.”
With a flick of her wrist, his clothes shifted into a fitted black t-shirt that showed off his lean, muscular build and black pants that hugged his legs. He looked surprisingly good—tall, fit, with messy purple hair and golden-orange skin.
Emberlynn stepped close, adjusting his collar with possessive fingers. “Good boy. Remember: loving boyfriend. No sarcasm where people can hear.”
She hid her magic carefully. A subtle veil settled over her like a second skin—her glowing purple eyes dimmed to normal deep brown, the violet energy in her veins suppressed so no casual observer would notice anything unnatural. Only the faintest shimmer remained if someone looked very closely. She wanted to enjoy being admired without revealing her true nature… yet.
“Ready?” she asked, slipping her arm through his.
Blitzo forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah… baby.”
They left the suburban house together. Emberlynn walked with confident, swaying strides in her high heels, the slit in her dress flashing toned thigh with every step. Blitzo kept one hand respectfully on her lower back, playing the part of the devoted boyfriend, though his jaw remained tight.
They headed toward the bustling downtown area—first a crowded mall, then perhaps a trendy café or park where she could be seen. People turned heads immediately. Men stared openly at her stunning gothic beauty and athletic physique. Women whispered, some with envy, some with admiration. Emberlynn drank it in, smiling smugly while pretending to be just a normal (if extremely hot) couple.
She leaned into Blitzo’s side, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment. “See? This is nice, darling,” she said loudly enough for nearby shoppers to hear, her voice sweet and affectionate. “My perfect boyfriend taking me out.”
Blitzo forced a chuckle and kissed the top of her head with gritted teeth. “Anything for you… babe.”
Inside, Emberlynn thrilled at the attention. She kept her magic tightly leashed—no accidental sparks, no floating objects, no glowing eyes. But she could feel the power simmering just beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed if anyone dared to cross her.
As they walked through the mall, a group of college guys whistled at her. Emberlynn smiled wickedly to herself, already imagining what she could do to them later if she wanted.
She squeezed Blitzo’s hand a little harder, whispering sweetly so only he could hear:
“Be good, Blitzy-kun. Mistress is having fun.”
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Two paths now open before her:
Option 1: While out in public, Emberlynn encounters someone who disrespects or annoys her (a rude stranger, an ex-classmate, or a jealous woman). She struggles to keep her magic hidden while teaching them a subtle, humiliating lesson without revealing her true power.
Option 2: Emberlynn grows bored with simply being admired and decides to test her magic secretly in public—perhaps by causing small, untraceable chaos (souring drinks, making lights flicker, or withering flowers) while pretending nothing is happening, all while forcing Blitzo to stay in his “loving boyfriend” role.
Which path does she choose?
“Enough studying for today,” she declared, rising gracefully from the tentacle nest. “Little Tiger wants to play outside. Time to show the world what I’ve become~”
She snapped her fingers. The grimoire floated obediently to her bookshelf. A few remaining tentacles slithered back into the floorboards, leaving the room looking almost normal again.
First, her outfit.
Emberlynn stood before her closet and concentrated. Violet energy shimmered around her naked body. The magic responded instantly, weaving dark fabric from shadow and desire. A tight, sexy gothic dress materialized around her sculpted figure—black velvet with deep crimson accents, a plunging neckline that perfectly framed her full, firm breasts, and a high slit up one thigh that revealed her long, toned legs with every step. The dress hugged her dramatic hourglass like a second skin, accentuating her narrow waist, powerful hips, and athletic curves. Black lace trim added delicate, seductive detail.
She completed the look with glossy black high heels that added several inches to her already commanding height, making her legs look endless. Her light-purple hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, and she refreshed her makeup—smoky dark eyes, sharp black lipstick, and a touch of shimmer on her cheekbones to highlight her pink freckles.
She turned in front of the mirror, admiring how the dress clung to her muscular yet feminine body. “Perfect. Sexy, gothic, and terrifyingly hot.”
Then she looked at Blitzo, who was still lounging in the armchair in his human disguise.
“You’re coming with me,” she announced. “And you’re going to act as my loving, obedient boyfriend. Got it?”
Blitzo raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend? You’re kidding, right?”
She pointed one long, manicured nail at him. Violet sparks danced at the tip. “Black t-shirt. Black pants. Nice and simple. And smile. Be affectionate. Touch my waist, hold my hand, call me baby or darling. If you embarrass me outside, I’ll make the tentacles visit you in your sleep.”
Blitzo swallowed hard. “…Yes, Mistress.”
With a flick of her wrist, his clothes shifted into a fitted black t-shirt that showed off his lean, muscular build and black pants that hugged his legs. He looked surprisingly good—tall, fit, with messy purple hair and golden-orange skin.
Emberlynn stepped close, adjusting his collar with possessive fingers. “Good boy. Remember: loving boyfriend. No sarcasm where people can hear.”
She hid her magic carefully. A subtle veil settled over her like a second skin—her glowing purple eyes dimmed to normal deep brown, the violet energy in her veins suppressed so no casual observer would notice anything unnatural. Only the faintest shimmer remained if someone looked very closely. She wanted to enjoy being admired without revealing her true nature… yet.
“Ready?” she asked, slipping her arm through his.
Blitzo forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah… baby.”
They left the suburban house together. Emberlynn walked with confident, swaying strides in her high heels, the slit in her dress flashing toned thigh with every step. Blitzo kept one hand respectfully on her lower back, playing the part of the devoted boyfriend, though his jaw remained tight.
They headed toward the bustling downtown area—first a crowded mall, then perhaps a trendy café or park where she could be seen. People turned heads immediately. Men stared openly at her stunning gothic beauty and athletic physique. Women whispered, some with envy, some with admiration. Emberlynn drank it in, smiling smugly while pretending to be just a normal (if extremely hot) couple.
She leaned into Blitzo’s side, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment. “See? This is nice, darling,” she said loudly enough for nearby shoppers to hear, her voice sweet and affectionate. “My perfect boyfriend taking me out.”
Blitzo forced a chuckle and kissed the top of her head with gritted teeth. “Anything for you… babe.”
Inside, Emberlynn thrilled at the attention. She kept her magic tightly leashed—no accidental sparks, no floating objects, no glowing eyes. But she could feel the power simmering just beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed if anyone dared to cross her.
As they walked through the mall, a group of college guys whistled at her. Emberlynn smiled wickedly to herself, already imagining what she could do to them later if she wanted.
She squeezed Blitzo’s hand a little harder, whispering sweetly so only he could hear:
“Be good, Blitzy-kun. Mistress is having fun.”
---
Two paths now open before her:
Option 1: While out in public, Emberlynn encounters someone who disrespects or annoys her (a rude stranger, an ex-classmate, or a jealous woman). She struggles to keep her magic hidden while teaching them a subtle, humiliating lesson without revealing her true power.
Option 2: Emberlynn grows bored with simply being admired and decides to test her magic secretly in public—perhaps by causing small, untraceable chaos (souring drinks, making lights flicker, or withering flowers) while pretending nothing is happening, all while forcing Blitzo to stay in his “loving boyfriend” role.
Which path does she choose?
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