Fight with the wrong girl
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Emberlynn and Blitzo strolled through the bustling downtown mall, her arm looped possessively through his. The sexy gothic dress clung to her athletic, sculpted body like liquid shadow, the high slit flashing a toned thigh with every confident step in her glossy black high heels. Her light-purple hair swayed elegantly down her back, and her makeup — sharp black lipstick and smoky eyes — made her look both seductive and dangerously untouchable.
Blitzo played his role with gritted teeth, one hand resting on her lower back, occasionally squeezing her waist like a devoted boyfriend. “You look amazing today, babe,” he muttered through a forced smile whenever someone glanced their way.
Emberlynn leaned into him sweetly. “Thank you, darling~” she cooed loud enough for nearby shoppers to hear, then whispered only for him, “Good boy. Keep it up.”
Heads turned everywhere. Men stared openly at her hourglass figure and powerful yet feminine physique. Women whispered, some jealous, some impressed. Emberlynn drank in the attention like fine wine, her suppressed magic humming quietly beneath her skin. She kept it tightly leashed — no glowing eyes, no floating objects, no accidental sparks.
They were passing a crowded café area when trouble found them.
A group of three college-aged guys lounged at a table near the walkway, loud and cocky. One of them — tall, muscular, with a backwards cap and a sleeveless shirt — spotted Emberlynn and let out a low whistle.
“Damn, look at that goth bitch,” he said loudly to his friends. “Bet she’s wild in bed. Hey sweetheart! Lose the loser boyfriend and come sit with real men!”
His friends laughed. One added, “Yeah, those heels are screaming ‘fuck me’ energy. Come on, give us a spin!”
Blitzo’s hand tightened on her waist. He opened his mouth, ready to snap something vicious, but Emberlynn squeezed his arm hard — a silent warning.
She stopped walking, turning slowly toward the group with a sweet, innocent smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her voice stayed soft and girlish on the surface.
“Oh? Are you talking to me?” she asked, tilting her head cutely.
The leader grinned wider. “Hell yeah. Ditch the pretty boy and let us show you a good time. You’re way too hot to waste on that dude.”
Emberlynn giggled — high and childish — while inside her suppressed magic simmered with rage. She kept it carefully hidden, but the temptation to unleash even a tiny spark was delicious.
Blitzo leaned in, whispering urgently, “Mistress… don’t. People are watching.”
She patted his chest affectionately for show. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve got this.”
Turning back to the rude guy, she took one graceful step closer in her high heels, voice still sugary. “That’s very sweet of you to offer… but I’m quite happy with my boyfriend. He’s very… attentive.”
The guy laughed louder. “Attentive? Looks like a simp. Bet he can’t even handle a woman like you. Come on, babe — one drink. I’ll make it worth your while.”
His friends snickered and made crude gestures.
Emberlynn’s smile never wavered, but her eyes darkened with wicked amusement. She kept her magic veiled, yet allowed just enough to leak through in tiny, untraceable ways.
She tilted her head again, pretending to consider the offer. “Hmm… you know what? You seem so confident. Maybe you’re right.”
The guy leaned forward eagerly.
Then Emberlynn whispered a single, silent word under her breath — one of the simple spells she had practiced all morning.
The leader’s expensive iced coffee suddenly curdled violently in his hand, turning into chunky, foul-smelling sludge that overflowed and spilled down his shirt and lap. He yelped, jumping up as the sour, rotten smell hit everyone nearby.
“What the—?!”
At the same moment, the potted plant on their table began to wither dramatically, leaves browning and curling in seconds as if poisoned.
Emberlynn gasped theatrically, covering her mouth with delicate fingers. “Oh no! Your drink… and that poor plant! How awful. Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something?”
The guy stared at his ruined shirt and the dying plant, face turning red with embarrassment as people around them started staring and whispering.
His friends tried to laugh it off, but the smell was horrible.
Emberlynn leaned into Blitzo, resting her head on his shoulder like a loving girlfriend. “See, darling? Some people just don’t know how to behave. Good thing I have you.”
Blitzo forced a smile and kissed her temple. “Yeah… babe. Let’s keep walking.”
As they continued down the mall, Emberlynn’s lips curled into a tiny, smug smirk. No one could prove anything. The magic had been perfectly subtle — just enough to humiliate without revealing her true nature.
She squeezed Blitzo’s hand affectionately for show.
“Fun, wasn’t it?” she whispered sweetly. “Mistress can be very discreet when she wants to be.”
Blitzo muttered under his breath, “You’re terrifying.”
Emberlynn only giggled, already scanning the crowd for her next little game while keeping her immense power carefully hidden beneath her sexy gothic exterior.
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Two paths now open before her:
Option 1: Emberlynn grows bolder and decides to test her magic more openly (but still secretly) on a larger scale — perhaps by causing chaos in a crowded store or making a rude security guard embarrass himself in front of everyone, all while forcing Blitzo to stay in his loving-boyfriend role and cover for her.
Option 2: The attention and small act of revenge excite Emberlynn so much that she decides it’s finally time to go somewhere more private with Blitzo — perhaps a dark alley, an empty parking garage, or even back home — where she can drop the veil, release her full power, and have intense, magical sex with him to fuel another major growth spurt.
Which path does she choose?
Blitzo played his role with gritted teeth, one hand resting on her lower back, occasionally squeezing her waist like a devoted boyfriend. “You look amazing today, babe,” he muttered through a forced smile whenever someone glanced their way.
Emberlynn leaned into him sweetly. “Thank you, darling~” she cooed loud enough for nearby shoppers to hear, then whispered only for him, “Good boy. Keep it up.”
Heads turned everywhere. Men stared openly at her hourglass figure and powerful yet feminine physique. Women whispered, some jealous, some impressed. Emberlynn drank in the attention like fine wine, her suppressed magic humming quietly beneath her skin. She kept it tightly leashed — no glowing eyes, no floating objects, no accidental sparks.
They were passing a crowded café area when trouble found them.
A group of three college-aged guys lounged at a table near the walkway, loud and cocky. One of them — tall, muscular, with a backwards cap and a sleeveless shirt — spotted Emberlynn and let out a low whistle.
“Damn, look at that goth bitch,” he said loudly to his friends. “Bet she’s wild in bed. Hey sweetheart! Lose the loser boyfriend and come sit with real men!”
His friends laughed. One added, “Yeah, those heels are screaming ‘fuck me’ energy. Come on, give us a spin!”
Blitzo’s hand tightened on her waist. He opened his mouth, ready to snap something vicious, but Emberlynn squeezed his arm hard — a silent warning.
She stopped walking, turning slowly toward the group with a sweet, innocent smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her voice stayed soft and girlish on the surface.
“Oh? Are you talking to me?” she asked, tilting her head cutely.
The leader grinned wider. “Hell yeah. Ditch the pretty boy and let us show you a good time. You’re way too hot to waste on that dude.”
Emberlynn giggled — high and childish — while inside her suppressed magic simmered with rage. She kept it carefully hidden, but the temptation to unleash even a tiny spark was delicious.
Blitzo leaned in, whispering urgently, “Mistress… don’t. People are watching.”
She patted his chest affectionately for show. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve got this.”
Turning back to the rude guy, she took one graceful step closer in her high heels, voice still sugary. “That’s very sweet of you to offer… but I’m quite happy with my boyfriend. He’s very… attentive.”
The guy laughed louder. “Attentive? Looks like a simp. Bet he can’t even handle a woman like you. Come on, babe — one drink. I’ll make it worth your while.”
His friends snickered and made crude gestures.
Emberlynn’s smile never wavered, but her eyes darkened with wicked amusement. She kept her magic veiled, yet allowed just enough to leak through in tiny, untraceable ways.
She tilted her head again, pretending to consider the offer. “Hmm… you know what? You seem so confident. Maybe you’re right.”
The guy leaned forward eagerly.
Then Emberlynn whispered a single, silent word under her breath — one of the simple spells she had practiced all morning.
The leader’s expensive iced coffee suddenly curdled violently in his hand, turning into chunky, foul-smelling sludge that overflowed and spilled down his shirt and lap. He yelped, jumping up as the sour, rotten smell hit everyone nearby.
“What the—?!”
At the same moment, the potted plant on their table began to wither dramatically, leaves browning and curling in seconds as if poisoned.
Emberlynn gasped theatrically, covering her mouth with delicate fingers. “Oh no! Your drink… and that poor plant! How awful. Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something?”
The guy stared at his ruined shirt and the dying plant, face turning red with embarrassment as people around them started staring and whispering.
His friends tried to laugh it off, but the smell was horrible.
Emberlynn leaned into Blitzo, resting her head on his shoulder like a loving girlfriend. “See, darling? Some people just don’t know how to behave. Good thing I have you.”
Blitzo forced a smile and kissed her temple. “Yeah… babe. Let’s keep walking.”
As they continued down the mall, Emberlynn’s lips curled into a tiny, smug smirk. No one could prove anything. The magic had been perfectly subtle — just enough to humiliate without revealing her true nature.
She squeezed Blitzo’s hand affectionately for show.
“Fun, wasn’t it?” she whispered sweetly. “Mistress can be very discreet when she wants to be.”
Blitzo muttered under his breath, “You’re terrifying.”
Emberlynn only giggled, already scanning the crowd for her next little game while keeping her immense power carefully hidden beneath her sexy gothic exterior.
---
Two paths now open before her:
Option 1: Emberlynn grows bolder and decides to test her magic more openly (but still secretly) on a larger scale — perhaps by causing chaos in a crowded store or making a rude security guard embarrass himself in front of everyone, all while forcing Blitzo to stay in his loving-boyfriend role and cover for her.
Option 2: The attention and small act of revenge excite Emberlynn so much that she decides it’s finally time to go somewhere more private with Blitzo — perhaps a dark alley, an empty parking garage, or even back home — where she can drop the veil, release her full power, and have intense, magical sex with him to fuel another major growth spurt.
Which path does she choose?
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