A classroom in an abandoned school. The moment the girl steps inside, space distorts and her vision wavers. She tries to perform the spell, but her body won't move. The moment the fingers of the sorcerer appear before her and touch her forehead, her consciousness sinks into deep darkness. Her will to resist vanishes like mist, and instead, heat rises from within her body. Her uniform is torn, and cold air caresses her bare skin. But she doesn't resist. In her hypnotic state, her brain receives only pleasure signals, and her body obediently responds to the enemy's commands.
She is pushed down on the desk, and her legs are forcibly spread. The initial penetration is violent, mercilessly digging into her immature private parts. The pain transforms into pleasure, and a sweet moan escapes her throat, unbecoming of a sorcerer. Over and over again, the sorcerer pours his milky liquid into her, and just as she begins to regain consciousness, the hypnosis deepens once again. When the hypnosis finally wears off, she finds herself lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. Her body is able to use the magic formula, but for some reason, she makes no attempt to escape. Instead, a tingling sensation runs through her lower abdomen, and a desire she cannot remember takes over her body.
When the sorcerer enters the room, her body reacts of its own accord, opening her legs and preparing to welcome him. Despite her rationality yelling at her, her body moves as if with a different will.
A few days later, she finds herself dressed in obscene gal attire: a short skirt and a top with a plunging neckline. She feels disgusted by her own reflection in the mirror, but at the same time, a strange sense of elation wells up inside her. She kneels before the sorcerer, pulls down his pants, and his throbbing penis appears before her. Despite her feelings of disgust, her mouth opens of its own accord, and her tongue begins to lick the tip. He pushes it deep down her throat, staining her face with tears and saliva, but even this becomes part of the pleasure. As time passes, her mind begins to crumble. What was initially humiliating has now become something she desires. From morning until night, she is violated all over the room, her body completely trained to conform to her enemy's shape.
Eventually, her period stops, and her abdomen gradually begins to swell. Looking at her pregnant reflection in the mirror, she no longer feels fear or shame. All that remains is a comfortable certainty: that she is the possession of the sorcerer. Her pride as a sorcerer, her feelings for her comrades, and everything else is swallowed up in the whirlpool of carnal desire, and she is reborn as a perfect sex slave.