I watched the room reformat in front of me as I engaged the new preset for the hard light architecture. The empty store-room was quickly filled up with chairs and tables.

I moved to the front of the new classroom and sat at my desk, checking the woollen vest I had over my shirt.

The fake glasses I wear lean low on my nose and I take some time t review the results of the experiments I ran on Biotic Energy from a mystical perspective.

I hear the door open and in walks in Angela.

Her hair is done up in two pigtails and her face is turned down, "Sorry I'm late Mr Collins."

"Ah, Ms Zeigler." I said, looking up from the papers, "Don't worry, since it's just the two of us for these sessions, it shouldn't be an issue."

As I stood up, the wall behind me shifted, displaying several magical sigils.

The lesson started where she was the most experienced. Which was, oddly not the basics. I started going over the mystical aspects of artifice with Biotic technology, retreading things she already knew and linking them to new concepts, occasionally dipping back into more basic aspects of magic in order to explain various terminology.

From there we moved onto the basics of biotically empowered magic. It was, in a way, an ethical form of necromancy, and we weren't really shy about taking advantage of that. I touched on reanimation, healing, cursing and a number of other things.

Eventually, I started moving onto more boring topics. Various ethical considerations around alternate ways I had found to produce biotic energy and certain improvements I had made to biotic generators.

As I did, I saw Angela's eyes wander along my body. Her fingers were playing with the top button of her white shirt.

I paused, "Miss Zeigler? Are you paying attention?"

She shook her head, her face flushed. "Um… I'm sorry Mr Collins."

"Miss Zeigler! You requested this one on one session, I expect you to pay attention to me while we are here." I say with a stern expression.

As Angela curls into her seat, and I see her rub her thighs together under the table, "I'm sorry, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

I shook my head, "No Ms Zeigler. If you aren't paying attention in these sessions, then I am afraid I don't have the time to waste on them."

She scrambled out of her seat as I moved towards my desk.

"Please Mr Collins, I really want to have these! I'll do anything! I'll accept punishment you want to give me for not paying attention." She cried as she threw herself at me.

I caught her, and held her close, looking at her as she pouted pathetically at me. I sighed and pulled out my chair, "I suppose it wouldn't be fair to end these sessions just because of one mistake. However, you need to be punished for failing to pay attention."

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As we sat there cuddling, I took a moment to look at her, "You want to be knocked up, do you?"

She blushed brilliantly, "I would love to have a piece of you always. Just… not now."

"I understand," I laugh, "I'll need to properly overhaul my genetics first before I have any children. I want to make sure that they have all the advantages they can get."

Angela nodded and rested in me, making sure not to dislodge my shaft from where is lay still within her.

We slowly drifted off, falling asleep as we held each other close.