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Qifrey sat alone on the pearl-colored couch; any adult who didn't know Qifrey would've assumed he was in his room, asleep at this hour, but sleep and Qifrey didn't always see eye to eye. He could never rest alone in his room, in spite of it being filled with all of his favorite things: books, magic, and pictures of his apprentices. Perhaps due to haunting memories or his continuous study of raising young girls, Qifrey had not been able to doze off in that room for a while.
The couch, however, was untouched by his past; instead, it was filled with comforting scents such as rose, Tetia's smell, Riche's distinct eucalyptus, and Agott's heavy lavender. He also detected a hint of light jasmine, which he associated with Coco. As she was new, the couch had not yet completely absorbed her scent.
Despite how long he’d been on this couch, often using it as a temporary bed, his smell hadn’t been imprinted into it, at least not strong enough for him to notice.
Qifrey closed his eyes; he wasn’t planning on falling asleep; after all, if the girls saw him like this, sleeping on the couch, they’d be concerned. He turned on the TV, not looking to watch anything in particular, just using it as an out if he did fall asleep long enough for the girls to catch him. After all, it's better to say, "I fell asleep watching TV," than "I sometimes sleep on the couch."
He carefully placed the remote down on a small almond-colored end table nearby and rested on his side. The TV was playing the news. Qifrey enjoyed watching the news, not because he believed they were unbiased in their reporting, but because he found it intriguing to see how public media portrayed issues like the monarchy or the abuse apprentices experience. Qifrey found it intriguing how news channels could influence people to act against their own interests. For instance, while many opposed masters dating their apprentices, making it illegal would harm the apprentices and the magic community as a whole. Most people are emotionally attached to their first master, and separating them due to an 'inappropriate relationship' would do more harm than good.
He stared at the flashing screen; nothing interesting was playing at all. Qifrey didn’t need as much sleep as the average person; his main problem was the intense boredom he felt while he was awake. He wondered a lot about going up to each girl's room and just sitting there. Not for any particular reason, just to end the loneliness he was feeling. Olruggio typically filled this void; being a daytime sleeper, he was often available to keep Qifrey company. He toyed with the notion of awakening one of the girls; the clock showed 4 am, a time when children could be wide awake. He woke up at 4 when he was younger.
He flipped through the channels, finding nothing of interest. Deciding it was a good time to prepare for the trip, he got up; two hours before departure wasn’t too early.
"Qifrey,” he heard Coco’s voice call out to him.
He turned to Coco, who was silently standing there, almost as if she were a picture or a hallucination, her yellow-green hair tinted by the TV's blue light. She stood there clutching her unironed cream bed dress with an expression that read to him as guilt. How long had she been there?
He placed his hand on her shoulder. She was unusually stiff, as if she was afraid of something. He’d sometimes get disturbed by one of the girls, usually Agott, the night owl who loved asking Qifrey questions about magic. He’d banned her from specifically asking questions about the upcoming lessons after realizing he couldn't contain his fascination and kept discussing the glyphs, inadvertently providing her with an unfair advantage.
Coco was new to the Atelier, and while he was aware she’d have nightmares, he’d never seen her come down to him after. She’d usually wake Tetia. This must’ve been a really bad dream.
“What’s the matter?” He said in a light but serious tone.
Coco stared at him, without moving her yellow-green eyes from his gaze; she placed her hand to her mouth. “Oh no! Nothing's wrong! I wanted water!” She said, “I’m sorry to make you worried!”
He had 3 other girls, but Coco was easily the most polite. She spoke in a mostly cutesy, formal tone around him, like a kid playing grownup.
“Sit down; I’ll get it for you,” he said, tapping on the couch.
“Thank you, Master Qifrey,” she said.
He grabbed the TV remote to change the channel to something else, but Coco seemed to be enjoying what was currently playing, a show about some girl and a flying cub, so he placed it down.
As he walked to the kitchen, he wondered if there was another reason she came down; could it really be as simple as thirst? What if she hated the Atelier and planned on leaving? What if he stumbled upon her just as she was on the verge of escaping? What if one of the other girls is bullying her? He watched the cup fill up slowly; the thing about pure water was that it took thrice as long to fill up as opposed to regular water. He walked carefully, making sure none of the water touched him; he really hated getting wet.
He handed Coco her water, which she proceeded to drink really fast, not even stopping until the end to swallow all the water that had accumulated in her mouth. Maybe her mouth really was just that dry.
As he sat down on the soft couch, Coco’s lime-smelling hair instantly captured his senses. It was funny how all the girls used the same shampoo and conditioner, yet each of their hair had a unique fragrance. As much as he didn’t want to send her away, she was clearly tired, and he would be a bad master if he didn’t let his emerald get her sleep.
“Okay, back to bed,” Qifrey smiled, doing his best not to convey his grief at her departure.
“But I want to spend time with you,” Coco lightly frowned before flailing her body on the opposite end of the couch, her puppy dog eyes conveying how much she meant that statement. "Can I stay here a bit longer, Master?" While Coco was good at hiding her feelings with her words, her expressions often betrayed her.
On any other day he would’ve told her to just go to bed, that they could hang out tomorrow. But maybe it was his lack of sleep, maybe it was his loneliness, or maybe it was Coco, who was lying on the couch without a care in the world, gently rocking her legs up and down, unaware Qifrey could see her white, flower-covered underwear in that position, but he stayed quiet and began thinking of a compromise that kept him looking professional but also allowed her to stay.
"Okay, but you have to sleep after you finish this episode,” Qifrey said.
This was a win-win scenario; it gave him 20 more minutes of Coco, and she got to have 20 more minutes of him. Coco snuggled right next to him; she brushed her head into his side as if she was trying to fit into clothes that were a size too small.
He often noticed her stifling yawns and widening her eyes dramatically to indicate she was awake. She wasn't fooling him, but it was a cute gesture. He wrapped his arm around her, gently caressing her arm with his palm.
“You know, a lot of people hate this episode,” Coco said.
Qifrey hadn’t been paying attention to what she was watching. He’d watched shows little girls were interested in all the time to try and get closer to his students, but he didn’t recognize this particular one.
Still, he enjoyed listening to their opinion on the media they consumed. Coco especially got super passionate about the things she liked; he'd overhear her explaining to Agott the themes of a specific piece of fiction. Coco was the type of girl who would respond to a question like 'Why are the curtains blue?' with the most outlandish answer, which you couldn't help but believe due to her beaming confidence.
“Why is that?” he said.
He waited for her to respond, trying not to squeeze her body too hard. She rubbed her hair against him and placed her hand to her face, holding an imaginary magnifying glass, lost in thought, trying to recall the reason. Her adorable gestures made him want to devour her whole.
“Because the student married the teacher,” she said.
Qifrey’s body jolted back so hard he almost hit the wall behind the couch. If he hadn't been holding onto Coco to keep her safe, he would've hit it. Was Coco flirting with him? No, the titles weren’t even right. He was over-exaggerating. He wouldn’t taint this young girl's innocent mind. If he was being completely honest, he knew Coco often enjoyed pairings that many considered 'problematic,' especially with brothers, which was weird because he was pretty sure she didn't know any brothers.
“Interesting.” Qifrey said, hoping that would end the conversation. As curious as he was about her thoughts, his mind wasn’t in the right place to hear his, for all intents and purposes, student talking about how teachers marrying their students is okay.
“If I get with you one day, I think it’d be fine.” Coco said
She wasn’t embarrassed at all. She just stared at him. Timid, easily embarrassed Coco was confidently saying she was okay with marrying him.
“You have to marry someone you love,” Qifrey said. His teacher persona taking over. The last thing he wanted was for Coco to tell one of the other girls about it or, worse, Olruggio.
“But I love you," she said in between yawns. "I love Tetia! I love Riche! I love Agott! I love my mom! I want to marry all of them."
He didn’t respond, partly because Coco had fallen asleep on the couch and partly because he didn’t know what to say. Coco looked just as adorable asleep as she did when she was awake. Her warm body provided comfort and warmth to his.
He placed his hand on her head; it seemed that she might’ve caught a fever, or maybe he was fearing the worst as usual. Coco's breaths escaped in gentle, rhythmic whispers. He watched as her mouth opened and closed, softly brushing his hand with her warm breath. He thought about placing his fingers in her mouth, how she might begin sucking on them like a baby, how she'd cover his hands with her saliva, unaware that she was doing something so perverted.
He cautiously got up, making sure not to awake her, and placed her down on the couch. She plumped down into the couch like a pillow stuffed with feathers after someone laid on it. He knew he was going to do something to her he’d regret if she teased him with the noises she made in her dream noises. He positioned his nose close to Coco's pelvis, maintaining a slight distance to ensure no contact, and gently sniffed her. She smelled like a Brushbuddy who'd been playing in ink and bleach.
He headed to the bathroom right next door and lowered his pants and boxers to his knees. He always kept his penis presentable, in case he got lucky; while it was a pain to constantly shave, presentation was important to Qifrey. He pulled back his foreskin and rubbed his soft penis up and down; even though he was soft, he stood at a respectable 4.5 inches.
It was hard for Qifrey to climax; he wasn’t sure if it was because of his awful sleep schedule or because of his bad imagination or a genuine medical condition. Still he stood there, imagining Coco. She was short enough to give him a blowjob standing up, but in his current fantasy, she was sitting on the toilet, her legs tired from sucking his cock all day. “Coco, Coco, I’m so close.” He said out loud. Nobody was awake to hear him anyway. “You’re so good at this. I love you,” he continued. “You make your master so happy. Your mouth feels so cute; your skin is so beautiful." He grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped some precum off of it and raised his pants up. He’d carry Coco to her room and then—.
“Master Qifrey?” Coco said
The inside of his body shook; the outside of his body didn't follow. He had become adept at concealing his true emotions, much like Coco. He reluctantly turned around to face her, hoping he wasn't going to face a traumatized child. She was rubbing her eyes and yawning. She might not have seen any of this; he had just finished adjusting his pants when he heard her.
Part of him wished she did see him, that she saw how he praised her, that she'd let him do whatever he wanted to her, but part of him also knew that the part of him that wished for all of that was stupid. If she saw anything, neither her expression nor her posture revealed it.
“What’s the matter?” He said
“I need to go pee." She said, “I should’ve knocked. Sorry, master.”
His head was spinning; he wanted to plunge into her there and then; he wanted to shower her with all the kisses a good girl like her deserved. He wanted to tease her until he could see the redness blossoming on her legs. He wanted to overstimulate her until she could barely catch her breath, but he couldn’t afford to act on his desires. He wanted to make this atelier safe for all his girls after all.
“That’s okay; I wasn’t using it." He said, “I’ll walk out.”
“Master Qifrey.” She said, ”Can you stay with me?”
Was this a hallucination? Was Coco as impure as him? He couldn't comprehend why a little girl would request company in the bathroom. Maybe she wanted him to pee on her or finger her as she peed. Who was this girl, and what had she done to his innocent Coco?
“The light is broken, and I’m scared of the dark,” she said.
That made more sense. Turns out only his mind was in the gutter. He looked at Coco as she pulled her underwear down and sat on the toilet. Her pussy a shade of pastel pink, almost the same color as Tetia’s hair, that blended beautifully into the color of her milky legs. He made a mental note of the few yellow-green pubic hairs that were starting to grow. He’d incorporate that info into his fantasy later.
“Master Qifrey,” Coco said.
"Yes, dear?” He said
He waited for Coco, who was playing with her fingers, the way she always did when she was nervous to respond. Maybe she wanted to ask a question about her pussy. Maybe she wanted him to help her wipe after peeing; maybe she wanted to hold his hands as she peed.
“You can . . .” Coco said, her face turning a bright red. Was he giving her consent to do something? Maybe she’d got it from that anime she’d watched.
“Yes?”
“You don’t have to watch me pee,” she finally let out in a mumble. Qifrey had been with her long enough to understand what she was saying when she mumbled. “I know you’re only worried about me, but I know how to pee!”
Qifrey turned around, letting the girl pee. He knew he could fight her on this, and she would accept it, but he was scared of her telling the other girls and the information somehow getting to an outsider.
He waited for what seemed like forever; Coco was very silent. The only thing he could hear was the splashing sounds from her pee hitting the water, nothing from her mouth like he hoped for. He bit his lips, trying to control his lethargic mind. Once she was done, she washed her hands using regular water, and pulled her underwear up. Or at least he assumed she did. He did not dare look, fearing what he would do if she was still naked.
“Thank you for staying with me,” Coco said with all the excitement of a little girl who got a dog for her birthday.
He held her hand and gave her a small smile; at least he assumed he did. He had his eyes closed when he faced her and wasn't sure if she was looking at him. He avoided looking directly at her. He could wait until their trip to the beach, where he could stare at her body, where if someone pointed out how unconventionally she was dressed, they would be the weirdo.
He was attracted to the other girls he took in; Tetia was cheerful and attached to him, constantly fighting for his attention; Riche was shy and clung to him whenever others were around; Agott was the girl who tried to act tough but was okay with being a little girl around Qifrey, but Coco was different. She was a combination of all of his girls. No, she was unique. She was something special. Unlike the other girls who were already witches, he bestowed the gift of being a witch upon Coco when he took her in.
Qifrey dropped himself on the couch. He had forgotten that he was still holding on to Coco, who landed right on top of him. He was already semi-hard from his attempted masturbation, but this highlighted it. The way Coco adjusted her warm body to comfortably sit on him, unaware that she was rubbing her little body on his penis, was exhilarating.
He wasn’t afraid of coming and ruining her dress, or having to explain what it was he just did, as again he wasn’t able to climax easily, but he still moved Coco to the couch. Although he rarely reached climax, he did get increasingly aroused the longer sexual situations went on, and he didn’t want Coco to see him, her master, then.
“I’m not tired at all,” Coco said in between her giggles.
That’s right. She was meant to be asleep a while ago. He looked at her; he wanted to tell her to go to sleep, but she really didn’t seem tired anymore. A few more minutes with him wasn’t going to harm her. The TV was still on, playing Spirited Away, an anime he recognized.
He once proudly brought up that he knew this movie to Agott, Tetia, and Riche when it was just the three of them. The three girls all looked at him like he said he’d killed a cat, not because Spirited Away was a violent movie or anything, but because they were surprised he was bragging about a movie 'everyone in the whole universe had seen.' Tetia’s words, not his.
Coco wasn’t interested in the movie at all, or maybe she was. It was hard for him to tell. She was walking on the couch, jumping on him, and accidentally slamming herself into him. Her body didn't hurt; instead, it felt like a pillow being playfully tossed around during a pillow fight.
He was like that when he was younger; his master assumed it was because of sugar and banned him from drinking sugary drinks next to bedtime. Coco was probably just excited at spending time with him, the sleep deprivation making her act more hyper. He felt her arms rest on his neck before she brought them together to hug him. She was almost strangling him, but he let her hug him. She was not good at limiting her strength during hugs, often hugging others too hard, but he loved that. It made her Coco. After a while, she loosened her hands, jumped off of Quifrey, and continued running on the couch.
“Master Qifrey!” she said, not asking him a question, just mentioning him.
She jumped down from the couch, only to jump back up again. Coco placed herself on Qifrey's leg. Her head was inches away from his, the warmth of her breath brushing against his neck. Every exhale sent a cascade of warmth down his neck, each inhalation a gentle caress.
“Master Qifrey, I love you.” She said, as her hands pushed down onto Qifrey's thighs. He leaned his neck back, trying not to contaminate this moment. She loved him with a pure and innocent affection akin to a daughter's love for her father. Nothing more. Coco constantly moved her head closer to his every time he pulled back, letting out a toddler-like giggle every time. If this continued, she’d end up on top of him. To prevent that, he picked her up, her arms flailing around like a cat trying to attack its owner, and placed her on his shaking leg.
“Aren’t you just the cutest?” He said.
“I like it when you say nice things to me,” Coco said.
Qifrey gave her a smile. Ignoring how he felt at the moment, Coco deserved to be happy. She was the greatest joy that ever happened to him.
“It's true.” He said, “You always know what people are feeling and how to make them feel better. You love learning new and old things. You’re fascinated by the world of magic despite not being born a witch. You are truly a beacon of light in a world filled with shadows, Coco.”
Coco stammered a few words that Qifrey interpreted as 'Thank you, Master.' The embarrassed Coco finally coming back to cover her blushing face. All her previous hyperness had burst out of her like a popped water balloon. Qifrey pulled her in to his chest for a hug.
“Thank you, Master Qifrey,” she finally said. “I love you.”
Qifery picked up Coco and placed her in between his legs. Hopefully her sitting on his pounding penis would calm him down. He wondered if Coco could tell something was poking her butt or if she remained blissfully unaware. Either way, she remained focused on him, completely ignoring the movie playing in the background. He leaned in closer as he pressed his lips against her nose, leaving a tender kiss. Her overwhelming cuteness captivated him beyond measure, impossible to ignore.
“Thank you, Master Qifrey,” she stammered, clearly wanting to say something else but unable to get the words out.
“Your face is just so beautiful I had to,” he said. That was the truth. Her face was cute. Coco didn’t need to know about his fantasies.
“Do you love me, Master Qifrey?” she said.
He looked at her yellow-green eyes; they were twinkling with the hopes and dreams of a young witch. He couldn’t tell how serious her question was; Coco always had a problem with tone, and her face didn’t hint at anything other than her weariness returning. He’d answer her honestly.
“Of course I love you." He said, “I love all my apprentices,” he quickly added before Coco assumed anything else. He wondered if this was the answer she wanted.
“That’s good,” she said, sticking her teeth out to give a genuine smile. “Can I go back on your leg? I liked it more.”
“Of course,” he said, placing her back on his leg. She held on to his hand and rocked herself on his leg; actually, she wasn’t quite rocking. It looked like she was attempting to grind on his leg, like a dog in heat. She didn’t even look embarrassed or anything, just moving back and forward on his pants. He didn’t stop her. He would never stop a growing girl from exploring. He tried his best to focus on the movie instead of her, but she captured his full attention. The way she stopped to adjust herself before continuing. The way she explored what part of Qifrey felt better.
“You’re so cute,” he said.
He felt Coco’s hand warm up. He began lightly shaking his leg in a rhythmic pattern, not enough to disturb her but hopefully enough to send extra sensations towards her body. He had to be careful what he said. He'd stick to compliments; he'd compliment Coco all the time so it wouldn't be weird.
“You’re such a good girl, Coco.”
Coco let go of his hand to cover her sweat-dripping, crimson-red face but continued grinding his leg.
“You’re doing amazing,” he said before quickly adding, “At the Atelier.”
Coco let out a soft moan; she didn’t react to the sound that came out of her mouth, almost as if she wasn’t aware the noise had come from her. He gently placed his hands on her thighs over her dress. Afraid of placing his hand any closer. She was shaking, as if she’d been standing in the rain. Except she was warm. He tenderly massaged her trembling thighs.
“Your skin is so soft.”
Coco adjusted her dress and attempted to use her hands to push herself further into Qifrey's legs. She really was just like an animal in heat. He shook his leg faster. He couldn’t tell if he was helping her much or not. She’d started to moan a lot more, still oblivious that it was her doing.
“My baby, just like that,” he said. “I love the sounds you’re making.”
Maybe this was too far, but Coco didn’t note it any differently than the previous compliments. Instead letting out a small yelp of pleasure. “I’m so proud of you; you’re such a clever girl,” he said, giving her something different to latch on to.
She let out a few more moans before going silent and falling directly into his arms, her head on his chest. Judging by how lightly wet his leg was, she had climaxed. He waited for her to say something, at least to mention how she wanted to shower, but she just lay there. Cradled in his arms like a little baby. He embraced her with a hug and sat there for a minute. She smelled like a group of newborn brushbuddy's.
"Okay, my darling, I have to clean you up and put you to bed,” he said.
She didn’t respond, which gave Qifrey the clue that he’d missed. She had been drooling on his chest. She was asleep. He placed her on the sofa, which now had her smell all over it.
He wouldn't change his own pants; she barely stained it, but he would change hers just to avoid the uncomfortableness of her sleeping in damp underwear. He went to his room and searched through the pile of underwear; the girls rooms weren't big enough, so they often put their extra stuff in his room. After finding one with a design similar to the one she had been wearing, he pulled off her lightly soaked underwear, and there was the pussy he got to see earlier today. He used the dirty underwear to wipe her pussy down and placed it in his pocket, reminding himself to wash it later.
He placed his hand on the hood of her clitoris and rubbed it lovingly for a few seconds. Originally he’d thought of masturbating while doing this but didn’t want to risk Coco waking up to something that’s much harder to explain as just a dream. Coco didn’t react at all. He placed the clean underwear on her, carried her upstairs, and laid her in her bed. He gave her a gentle kiss on her delicate lips before returning to his room.