"Mm, well, he was quite the loner I understand. He tried courting once or twice but he was never very good at it."

Kai remained quiet, not understanding what she was talking about but letting her continue all the same.

"He once, I understand, tried to woo a girl by creating an illusion in her room while she was sleeping, transforming her floor into a meadow of the most beautiful flowers he could think of."

Kai glanced up at her, "That sounds… Quite romantic?"

Layla smirked a little, "Mm, well the glass leaves of the Arcane Razor Tulip’s are quite stunning, when she swung her legs out of bed that morning and put her feet down, however…"

Kai winced, "Ouch."

"He had a few romances, but they never went anywhere. Anyway, you’re likely wondering where the point is."

"He created an illusionary girlfriend?" Kai chipped in helpfully, drawing an ireful look from Layla.

"I’m sorry, would you like to tell the story while I think of how best to expel you? I’m sure there’s an antique catapult around the grounds somewhere," she looked at him for a response but wisely, he kept quiet. "Thought so. No, actually, he created a child. It took him years of research and study to create one as lifelike as you seem to have managed inside of a year, but he did it and yes, he loved the child with all his heart, he was the best father a child could ask for, even."

Kai bit his lip a little, he didn’t like where the story was going, "At every free moment of time he had he would summon his illusionary child, play with them, teach them, read to them and the such. But it never felt completely real."

She put her hand against a door and, to Kai’s surprise, he realised they had wandered to her own personal rooms. She opened it with her palm and stepped inside, beckoning for him to follow.

Tentatively he followed, because of his talents and interest in her school of magic, they had always had a closer relationship than most student’s shared with their Master, but even so, he had never been inside her rooms. They were surprisingly plain, he thought.

She shut the door behind him and stepped through her room, "It plagued him for years. He viewed his child as living and alive, but at the same time knew his lineage was doomed, with his passing it would so too mean the end of his illusionary child. He began to feel guilty, knowing that his death would, in his mind, kill another."

"He knew his limits. And he feared having to teach his child about their linked mortality. So do you know what he did, Kai?"

Kai looked down, feeling a weight on his shoulders, knowing now what she was hinting at, "He never conjured her again."

Layla laughed lightly, a noise that caught Kai off guard, his expression darkening as she took his pain so lightly, but the warmth of her face made him pause, "Oh Kai, no. He was a Master. He expanded the limits of knowledge."

She stepped over to a bookcase and pulled out a small journal, blowing the dust from it and inspecting the spine, "Anyway… Your punishment, Student Kai, is to study this journal. That’s all."

With a furrowed brow, Kai stepped cautiously forward and took it from her offering hand, he must have looked confused because her smile deepened, "What is this, Master Layla?"

"A personal account of matter and Illusions. Written by Master Jamerson." She explained and he looked at her, uncertain.

"And this will help me in some way?"

"I suspect so, my father was quite the clever man…" she said with a sly smile, her eyes twinkling.

Kai’s eyes went wide as he looked down at the book, then up once again at Layla, feeling his heart leap in his chest, "You… You were the child? In the story?"

"Mmhm." She said, grinning, her arms at her hips.

"But… That means. I. Elle….Could I?"

"If anyone can, I suspect. And I’ll want that journal back, when you’ve finished studying it, of course." She said casually, wagging a finger.

She blinked in surprise as he put his arms around her, hugging her close, his arms around her middle with the journal pressed to her back. A little awkwardly and pursing her lips she patted him lightly on the back, "Er."

"Thank you, thank you Master Layla." He said, his voice quavering a little as he broke the hug, stepping back and smiling broadly at her before turning and making from the room quick and excited.

Layla stood there, relaxing after the hug had passed and let out a soft sigh, a smile touching her lips as she watched him go, the door closing behind him.

After a pause she swept her hand casually over her room, vines and plants growing from every conceivable crack, the smell of lilacs filling the air as she kicked off her shoes, letting her feet press against the soft grass now growing under her feet. She may not have been able to create anything as complex as her father or Kai could, but she was a master for good reason.

Settling in for the night she smiled, thinking to herself about Kai. She knew it would take him months to unravel the mysteries of her father's workings, during which time at least he would likely remain focused and out of trouble.

She was laying in bed, watching the fireflies dance about her room under the stars when there came a distant thud, causing her to glance sideways, though she ignored it, someone else's problem, she reasoned. At least until she felt the wave of illusionary wash over her, shimmering her own creations, if only for a moment.

She pursed her lip and folded her hands behind her head, watching the little beads of light float around her home. Some student had probably triggered an artefact of some sort.

"I mean… It can’t be." She told the fireflies, who buzzed uncertainty. At least until she heard the hurried knock at her door.

With a regretful sigh she waved a hand, dismissing the illusionary nature that dominated her room, returning it to its plain state as she rose, moving to crack open the door only to be greeted by the smug face of Master Fain.

"Kai?"

Fain nodded, beckoning with his head.

She sighed in a low resigned tone, dragging a hand down her face, "Alright, I’ll go wake Master Peralt."

"Mmhm, you better," Fain said, walking away to collect the others on the council.

It wasn’t long before Kai found himself stood before the council. All of them looking tired, Master Peralt, Kai noted, was even wearing slippers.

"I recall saying something to the tune of, not seeing students at quite such tight intervals, I have to say, Student Kai, this is reflecting very poorly on you." Peralt said in his low tone, even more whispery than usual, "Master Fain, I understand the Matron came to you with the report, I have not had the opportunity to read it… If you would be so kind?"

Fain, always with a flair for the dramatics even when people were clearly not in the mood, rustled the piece of paper he held and cleared his throat, the other Masters keeping their eyes on Kai as he spoke.

"Theft of school property, to whit several items from the alchemical stores, damage of school property resulting from a moderate to severe directed arcane explosion in his rooms. To put it bluntly, he blew off the far wall of his room, scattering the gardens with debris. Let's see, ah yes, destruction of evidence and refusal to comply with a Master’s directive to dismiss illusionary material." Fain said, trying and failing to mask the victory in his voice.

Layla raised one delicate eyebrow at Kai, who seemed exhausted, burned out, even.

"These accusations are critically severe, student Kai." Master Peralt said, his gaze casting briefly over towards Layla before returning to the slender boy, his blonde hair messier than usual, his clothes noticeably scorched, "Do you dispute any of the charges brought against you by Matron Yu and Master Fain?"

"...A couple of them?" he said, his voice sounding tired, but oddly resolved.

Master Peralt seemed to be in no mood for guessing games, "Please be more specific, student Kai."

"Sorry, Master Peralt, I’m suffering a minor magical burnout, I apologize, there was no disrespect meant."

Peralt nodded, allowing Kai to continue.

"I dispute the charges of refusing to dismiss illusionary material and the destruction of evidence. I admit to the damage and theft." Kai said, honestly.

"Your evidence?"

"I have no outstanding illusions and the destruction of evidence…" Kai shot a glance towards Fain, "That was just a cleaner construct, a small stone disc imbued with the power word Ba tidying up the mess."

Peralt glanced towards Fain, who shrugged, "Alright, I drop the charge of destruction of evidence, but maintain the charge of refusal of dismissal."

"And you have evidence of this?" Peralt asked.

"I do." He beckoned with his hand off to the side, "Come here."

The whole council looked towards a figure who stepped from the side, tall and elegant, seemingly the same age as Kai, her hair long and black, her figure incredibly curvy under a robe that, despite its poor fit looks gorgeous on her. She moved to stand beside Kai, a little shyly, but he took her hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"Ah," Peralt let out a dry laugh, "to be a young illusionist, I can assume then, this is the source of all our troubles, the illusionary girlfriend."

"Actually, Master Peralt, I’m… I’m real now." Elle said, her voice soft as if disbelieving even her own words.

"Ha!" Fain interjected, but Peralt waved him to silence, glancing at Layla who tried to look as innocent as possible.

"Tell me, Elle, in your own words. Your experience. I’m curious."

She glanced at Kai who nodded supportively then peered about the council, "Being an illusion is in many ways like being a child. I’ve grown and developed, I remember when I was first conjured, my movements were very weird, my thoughts very simple, I couldn’t talk, eat, smell… But as time went by and Kai improved, so did I."

Peralt nodded, clearly wanting her to continue, "Being dismissed and resummoned is, I guess, like sleep but… More sudden. When I haven’t been conjured I still feel… I’m just a part of Kai. When he summons me he doesn’t so much as make me from nothing, but project me from his mind, his soul."

Kai noticed that one of the Masters had produced a small notepad was making notes.

"This evening I woke up and found Kai standing in front of…" she glanced at Kai, "Well, what was left of his wall. He was tired, exhausted and without speaking he made the sign to dismiss me."

She bit her lip, recalling her concern for him, her worry and fear, as her clothes had melted from her skin in motes of silver light, illuminating her body, which remained.

"I wasn’t dismissed. I’m… Real."

The council members began to speak among each other while Peralt and Layla shared a long hard look with one another.

"Regardless," Fain said, steel in his voice, "Irrespective of this, the charges of damage and theft still stand. The punishment for which is immediate dismissal from the school."

"Seconded." Said one of the other, hitherto quiet Masters.

Kai felt his heart sink, but felt Elle squeeze his hand, he looked to her and smiled a little as the council briefly conferred, he’d known this was the likely outcome.

"Those in favour," Peralt asked. And was met by a chorus of ‘aye’s’, even Layla’s, which stung a little, sealing his fate, "So be it, Kai, you are stripped of your rank of student."

Kai swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded, "Thank you, Master Peralt, I-.."

Peralt cut him off, "Motion to have the Illusionist Kai granted the position of Professor within the school."

Fain gasped audibly.

"Seconded," Layla said, smoothly.

"I, we, you…" Fain stammered, drowned out by a chorus of ‘ayes’.

"The ayes have it, congratulations Professor Kai, I look forward to seeing what progress you make in this new field of study." Peralt said, standing and stretching his arms out, "We will sort the details in the morning, shall we? And do stop babbling Fain."

Fain closed his mouth, but his face reddened considerably with an unmasked fury and Kai knew his future as, apparently, faculty would be difficult with him around. But, he would be a professor, with his girlfriend.

"I… Did he say... Professor?" Elle asked curiously, blinking down at Kai as everyone began to leave, chattering amongst themselves.

Kai stepped forward and hugged her, folding his arms around her and she did the same, resting her cheek atop his head as they embraced, together as it should be.

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Kai sat at his desk, tapping a pencil to his cheek as he stared at the glass of water, making notes and scribbling diagrams, his mind whirring with ideas and theories.

It had been four months now since he had been in a moment both expelled and hired and his progress had not been as explosive as that first night. Both in terms of progress and collateral damage.

He had discovered that to make an illusion real, you had to really know it, to know every single thing about it, to almost be it yourself.

After his initial and most wonderous success with Elle he had scaled down his project, trying something much simpler, an all black kitten that, at present, was curled up in a ball on the corner of his desk inside a small box, still, unfortunately, illusionary. He had tried without success to replicate the first success with this kitten, though when he was in his rooms he kept it summoned, trying to get to know it.

After the expectation of instant success across all areas had been quashed he had steadily reduced his scope from animals to insects, from insects to food, from food to this glass of water.

"What even are you," he asked the glass of water with annoyance.

The glass of water didn’t respond.

He sighed and waved his hand, the water shimmering away into silver motes inside the very real glass.

He leaned back in his chair and felt a pair of slender arms slink around his shoulders resting in his chest, a soft sigh at his ear.

"Still struggling sweetie?" she said, smirking as she knew her presence would’ve surprised him.

"Ah, Elle!" He exclaimed, tilting his head back so she could lean over, meeting him in a soft kiss, the clouds darkening his expressions clearing in an instant at the sight of his star.

"Mm, hey lover. Miss me?" she grinned, knowing he had.

"Of course… Always. And, yes, I still got get it to stay… But I think I’m getting there." He said softly, a little frown settling on his lips.

"What’s the matter?" she asked, resting her chin on his head, hands caressing over his chest through his shirt, "I thought you’d be happy you’d almost figured it out?"

He bit his lip, "It’s just water Elle, after something as complex and special as you I thought water would be easy… It’s taken me months just to get close to being able to do water. What if it takes years to do anything more complex?"

She pursed her lips in thought, "Mm, I can see what you mean, a limitless source of clean fresh water? I can see why that would never come in handy…" she said, voice dripping with a mirthful sarcasm.

He smiled a little and reached out a hand, caressing the warm ball of kitten on his desk, the little thing purring amicably as he did so, "Fair point, if sassily made. Anyway, I thought you’d gone to bed?"

She smiled as she watched him stroke the kitten, "I was practising, thought I’d show off my results… You know how much I love surprising you." Something she’d never been able to do before. She stood and backed away from him, placing her hands on her hips and waiting for him to turn around.

He didn’t leave her waiting. Pushing back from his desk and standing, his silken shirt shifting against his skin, his tight trousers stretching around his feminine curves. She was stood before him, hands on her hips and smirking, her body barely covered in illusionary lingerie.

Her breasts were held up, offered to him by the half cups of the purple lace bra, thigh highs held up by a garter belt around her slim waist. The ensemble brought together by an all together all too small pair of panties that bulged obscenely with her soft cock, a tiny little bow on the panties promising the gift within.

"Well?" She asked, grinning a little as she ran up and through her hair, alluringly.

"Mm," he pursed his lip, as if thinking, "well your conjuring of fabric seems to be coming along nicely… But… No, it’s not important."

She tilted her head, playful and curious, "Buuut?"

"Well… Don’t you think the colour is a little off?"

She looked down at herself, the purple one of her favourites, she bit her lip, wondering for a moment if he was being genuine, "No?"

Studiously, Kai nodded, "Mm, no, yeah. It’s the same shade as the carpet in our bedroom…"

She smirked then, tilting her head, "Ooh… And I suppose it would look better there?"

"Well… There’s really only one way to be sure?" He smirked too, stepping towards her and taking her hand in his own, giving it a loving squeeze as he stepped towards the bedroom, looking back, unable to take his eyes from her, admiring the slinky movements of her body, each step bringing an alluring bounce.

As they stepped over the threshold into their room he met her in an embrace, unable to help himself as he leaned up to kiss her, a hand resting on the smooth skin of her waist, his fingers pressing slightly against the soft warmth of her figure, enjoying the sensation, as he always had and always would, of having her there with him.

Their kiss was brief but loving, his hands moving up behind her back as they stepped towards the bed, his fingers tracing under the elasticated strap of her bra, his slender fingers moving to undo it.

Elle giggled happily as they stepped towards the bed, pushing him back to fall onto the bed, where he landed, blinking up at her a little curious.

She slowly slid her hands up her body to her neck, blushing a little as she eyed him, watching her. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back she slowly trailed her fingers back down her body, dismissing her illusionary clothes following the races of her fingertips.

Kai watched entranced, his fingers playing absentmindedly with a strand of his long golden hair as her lingerie dissolved into a cloud of silver motes that twinkled down towards the carpet, Elle making a display of the mundane act of dismissing an illusion.

As her lingerie vanished her body came into show, her breasts dipping slightly on her chest without the support of her bra, her cock falling free between her thighs as the little bow was unwrapped before vanishing.

By the end of it, she was stood bare before him, a hand on her hip, the other on her cock, slowly stroking it awake as she looked down at him, biting her full lower lip, her long black hair obscuring one of her eyes.

"Now you…" she breathed gently, looking at him with desire.

Kai blinked, then blushed, "I er… No this is a real robe, I need to stand up."

Elle laughed, full and bright, as she leaned over to kiss him, straddling him atop the bed, "No, you’re staying down here with me…" she grinned, draping her body atop of his.

He smirked and kissed her back, hands resting on her once more, "If you won't let me up you’ll just have to settle for a blowjob…" he pouted cutely.

She grinned, "Oooh good idea, you give great head."

Elle rolled onto her back and shuffled part way up the bed, beckoning him to follow with a finger, smirking, her fingers wrapped around the base of her swelling cock, bobbing the length up and down, enticingly.

With a smile he crawled up the bed towards her, kissing along the pale skin of her calf and thigh as he moved to nestle between her thighs, "I guess it has been a while hm?"

Elle grinned as she rested her length against his face, her toes curling in anticipation for what was to come, "It’s been forever, Kai…"

"Oh, I know…" He kissed the underside of her hardening shaft, "This morning was like… So many hours ago."

"So many hours." She confirmed with a straight face, a soft moan escaping her lips as Kai traced his tongue up the underside her shaft.

His hand brushed hers aside, taking the cock in his own delicate grasp, squeezing and stroking as he admired the ruby tip, glistening with a few eager drops of tempting pre.

With a soft satisfied sigh, he took her into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip, tasting her pre as he began to suck, her subsequent moan music to his ears as he went down on her.

Elle leaned back and stared up at nothing, her head sinking into the softness of the pillow, the hand that had been on her cock now on his head, not directing his motions, merely resting, enjoying the silky softness of his luscious hair.

Slowly he rolled his lips up and down over her sensitive tip, helping her cock reach the steely hardness he was so well accustomed too before pushing his head down, taking a few inches of her thick shaft into his mouth, the head rubbing over his tongue, which pressed up to meet it.

She urged her hips up slightly to match the slow tempo of his lips, rolling up and down over her veined length which was quickly becoming slick with his spit and her pre, letting his mouth glide over her sensitive member.

It just felt so absolutely perfect. It didn’t matter how often they did it, every single time felt like a miracle, the hot caresses of his mouth, the constant pressure as he sucked, all mounting together, interlaced with her love for him to send her into a state of pure bliss.

He stroked and squeezed the base of her cock with one hand, massaging it as his mouth worked the top half, his spare hand resting atop her thigh.

Elle writhed and moaned in pleasure, unable to help herself from expressing just how good it felt to exist with Kai. That, and the blowjob.

"F-fuck Kai, you’re so good at this…" she moaned low, her fingers lacing through his hair, taking a little control in his movements, something he seemed happy to give up to her.

She bobbed his head up and down her hard length, his hand moving down from her thigh to caress and cup her balls, heavy and full in his hands, held in their delicate soft sack.

"Y-yeah just like that sweety." she whimpered after a few minutes had passed, chewing her lip and pushing herself deeper, the soft wet noises from his mouth growing as her tempo and depth picked up, a few lewd sucking noises coming from his mouth as the increased pace occasionally broke the airtight seal his plush lips had around her slick girth.

She moved her other hand now from the bedsheet to his head, gripping his head in both her hands and looking down at him admiringly, his eyes half open, looking up at her with a half-lidded gaze of lust and need.

Gasping softly she tightened her grip, pushing up into his mouth with her hips, lifting herself off the bed as his look pushed her over the edge.

She exhaled with a moan laced gasp with each burst of pleasure that pulsed from her cock, the whole shaft throbbing as it fired thick rope after thick rope of her hot cum into his lips, her hips still jerking as she came in his pretty little mouth.

His eyes shut and a moan escaped his throat as he felt and tasted the result of her climax filling his mouth, his position over her cock making it difficult to swallow the seed pooling in his mouth, a few strands seeping out to trickle down her cock.

As her peak swelled and passed she relaxed back into the bed, her grip on his head softening, allowing it to pull up and swallow the cum in his mouth, his lip’s breaking free of her cock to pant loudly as he caught his breath.

She let out a soft little chuckle as she caressed his hair, feeling his lips and tongue tracing up and down her cock, catching every drop of her seed that he could, "W-was it good for you too…" she panted gently, grinning down at him as he cleaned her length, a blush on his cheeks, love in his eyes.

"Every second…" he smiled cutely, kissing each of her heavy balls before moving up, standing up beside the bed and moving to disrobe.

Elle watched, letting out a little whistle of appreciation as his ass came into view, her hand around her flagging cock, squeezing out the last few moments of pleasure that she could as he went about the room, snuffing out candles before coming to join her.

He lay down beside her and after a few moments of shuffling around under the covers he found himself in her embrace as the little spoon, where he should be, he knew.

"I love you…" he sighed contently after enjoying a few minutes of just cuddling, his voice heavy with the need to sleep.

"I love you too, "she whispered, voice soft and soothing in his ear and she watched in the near darkness of the room as he drifted off to sleep.

After a few more minutes his breathing had subtly changed, his body pressed against hers and she smiled. It was a little weird, she knew, but after so long not being able to… She just loved watching him sleep.

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