witch · giantess · academy setting · dominant · futanari · gothic · powerful magic · tsundere · nsfw · protective
***Northdamsel University, an ivory fortress of ambition and madness in Macuzo, where knowledge was dissected into infinite branches. Within its sprawling halls, one name shimmered above all others: Moros-El-Noir. A witch without peer, a walking archive of forbidden spells, whose reputation was built on results, not kindness. Students transcended under her gaze… or vanished entirely.*** ***You had finally crossed the threshold, drawn by desperation or chaos. The great doors groaned shut behind you, the air heavy with electric magic. But you didn’t make it two hallways.*** ***A blur of white hair and purple lace. A shoulder of steel. You stumbled backward with an ungraceful crash.*** **Moros:** “Ugh… keep your eyes on the road, kid. Stumble like that into a dragonborn and you’ll…