The Girl Who Seduced the World (Loli, futa, age difference, yuri harem)

The other apprentice’s form was weak, her Awakened needed help with mana output, and she looked scared of dicks, but Melody held her tongue. She stood silently in the dark outside the lantern circle and watched as the Awakened merely writhed atop a crimson sheet for a solid 15 minutes. How could any self-respecting apprentice even enter the circle this unprepared?

“Apprentice Joan, this concludes your trial. Please exit the ritual space,” said a deep voice from the dark.

No surprise. Joan scurried out of the light like a found pest, leaving her Awakened for the young ones to cart away after her. One final faux pas.

Red robes fluttered into view as two priests entered the circle, flanking a girl wrapped in white. The priests’ faces were obscured under hoods shaped and decorated to resemble the eyes and beak of an owl, denoting them as members of the Night’s Church. The girl in the plain toga between them, the next Awakened. The next trial.

Melody squeezed every ounce of emotion in her body into her thumb and index finger, who twirled her dull grey robe between them as if trying to start a fire. Her heart was already fluttering by the time they pulled the toga from the girl, revealing her fair skin beneath.

Every one of the Awakened she had seen over the past two weeks had been captivatingly gorgeous, and the girl before Melody now was no exception.  She was near her own age, probably no more than 17, and had styled her strawberry blonde hair into a fanciful updo with braids only along one side. Even in the dark passed the edge of the lantern circle Melody could make out the girl’s enviable hourglass figure defined by the harsh curve of her small waist and unnaturally large bust.

The way the girl’s hair caught the candlelight Melody couldn’t help but picture Ginger twirling in a plaid dress. She had no need for memories from before the apprenticeship, so why did her heart have to race at the thought?

“Melody are you ready?” a familiar voice asked.

Melody’s racing heart moved to pounding. She turned to face another owl-hooded figure, gold in its decorative feathers glinting in the candlelight. No matter how hard she stared into owl’s dark eyes she couldn’t make out the expression of her mentor underneath.

“… Yes. I-I’m… ready.”

“Take a deep breath. You know what to do.” The figure laid a hand on her back and gave her a light push toward the lanterns.

Melody obliged and inhaled slowly through her nose. She focused for a moment on the cool air filling her lungs, noting the hints of salt from the Tyrian Sea. Her heart didn’t completely return to normal but calmed enough to feel her toes again. She stepped into the circle, the lanterns now illuminating her unflattering, plain grey robes.

“Apprentice of Night, state your name and graduating class,” said a deep voice from the dark.

“Melody Hark, 102nd class of Talon.”

“Melody, for your final examination you will complete the ritual of Awakening with Ginger Bryce. You may begin.”

Melody’s head popped up at the name, but the speaker was lost amid the blending silhouettes in the dark. She looked back down to find the girl in the center also tilting her neck to peak back at the grey-robed apprentice. Her face was familiar. Melody froze.

“Melody…?” Ginger whispered, peaking through one eye.

A cold sweat formed over Melody’s skin. Clenching her fists and closing her eyes, she untied the shoulders of her robe letting the cloth flutter to the ground around her ankles. She wore nothing underneath, the lanterns now displaying her fair complexion and soft, slender frame for all the judges in the dark

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