The two Scarlet Women Fairy Tail Male reader X Erza Scarlet X Irene Belserion

Confesion

The classroom, now much more filled due to the sudden rise in aplications for the lessons of enchantment magic was filled with an air of reverence and curiosity as Irene, the master enchantress and dragon slayer, shared her wisdom with the students. As her tales unfolded, I couldn't help but notice a subtle shift in the atmosphere-a shared sentiment among some of the students that extended beyond admiration for her magical prowess. And more felt like admiration for her physical attributes.

Elsie's mother, adorned in the attire of a seasoned adventurer, had captured the attention of the academies students. Her enchanting aura and tales of mystical encounters seemed to have ignited a spark of fascination. However, for a few of my fellow classmates, the admiration took on a different shade-a more personal and, dare I say, flirtatious one.

Glances were exchanged, subtle smirks hidden behind raised hands, and hushed whispers circulated among the students. It became evident that Irene's charismatic presence had sparked more than just an interest in enchantment magic. The medieval atmosphere, once focused on academic curiosity, now bore the undertones of admiration tinged with infatuation. To top it of Irene's attire was quite a snug fit not keeping anything hidden for others to see.

The realization that some of the students were looking at Elsie's mother with an unmistakable sense of desire irked me. Irene was not just an esteemed teacher; she was Elsie's mother and my mentor. The medieval classroom, intended for the pursuit of magical knowledge, now seemed to host an undercurrent of misplaced attention.

I couldn't deny Irene's allure-her enchanting stories, commanding presence, and the echoes of her adventures had captivated everyone in the medieval room. Even though I had to admit myself, Irene's voice sounded way too arousing for me. Compared to Elsie with her sweet and meek voice Irene sounded like she'd rip off your clothes and have her way, with you tied to the bed begging for mercy, the shift from academic respect to something more personal left me feeling uneasy. It was a sentiment shared by those who, like me, recognized the importance of maintaining a clear boundary between admiration and inappropriate desire.

I glanced over to Elsie and to my dismay she was boiling with anger, I could see it in her eyes and I think she knows what I was thinking just now

As Irene continued to impart her wisdom, I tried to refocus on the magical insights she shared, pushing aside the distractions caused by the glances and murmurs around me. The medieval setting, once a sanctuary for intellectual pursuits, now bore witness to a clash between academic respect and the unintended consequences of enchanting allure.

The class had come to a close, and the echoes of enchanting tales still lingered in the air as I found myself in the tranquility of Irene's room. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow, creating a haven within the medieval stone walls. Elsie, her mother Irene, and I sat in a circle, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

Seated on comfortable cushions arranged in a circle, Irene's perceptive gaze shifted between Elsie and me. There was a subtle tension in the air, a feeling that Irene was about to broach a topic that went beyond the enchantments and adventures of the medieval world. Her face, was rather emotionless, something my master had championed, she had a pokerface like none other when it came to talking about anything and everything.

"I've noticed something," Irene began, her eyes wise and knowing. "The way you two look at each other, the shared moments, the intertwining of hands. It speaks of a connection that goes beyond mere camaraderie."

Elsie stole a glance at me, a blush gracing her cheeks. I met Irene's gaze with a sense of openness, acknowledging the unspoken understanding that had developed between Elsie and me.

"I don't mean to pry," Irene continued, her tone a blend of maternal concern and enchantress wisdom. "But I've seen the dynamics between you two, and it prompts me to ask-Is there a deeper connection? Something that extends beyond the usual confines of friendship?"