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To his surprise, convincing Willow to join his Los Angeles trip took almost half an hour. Not because she didn’t want to come, but she wanted to make it look like she didn’t want to, making Buffy argue with her for almost an hour, until it was time to leave.

She was putting her reputation as a shy nerd to the best use.

It wasn’t that her sadness and anger at Oz’s betrayal of leaving with her attempted murdered was fake, but it was nowhere near as bad. Their attempt to ‘help’ her at the club, and at the dorm worked wonders.

Her attempt at dark magic had been more of an impulsive burst rather than a determined dedication, which was why he had punished her in a fun way in the first place.

However, her barely hidden frustration leading to her trick suggested that the second meeting about perils of magic hadn’t been as smooth.

The more he interacted with Willow, the more he was realizing that her personality had nothing to do with Hermione’s. Even their determination to study was different. Hermione was obsessed with fundamentals regardless of the topic, always making sure to build the strongest understanding of the material before taking a step forward.

Willow seemed ready to jump forward despite the risks.

Seeing that, he muttered an excuse about checking the magical shop called Magic Box, leaving the task of arguing to Buffy. Frankly, the name sounded like it sold fake sparky wands and hats one could pull a rabbit from, but both Willow and Buffy confirmed that it was a real shop.

Unfortunately, while they were correct and the shop itself had real magical stuff, it was not exactly a premier location, feeling more like a clearance sale after a deep discount day rather than a functioning shop. Even for magical ingredients, half of the containers were empty.

He had a feeling that it would be nothing compared to what he would find in Diagon Alley. He had never been there, but it was a guess he could confidently make. But, it had two advantages. He could enter without risking the erasure of his memories.

… and he could pay with dollars rather than the exclusive wizard currency, which he had no way of getting his hands on.

Luckily, he had enough discernment thanks to all of his different magical skills to filter out books filled with complete nonsense. Most of the books that remained were about Wiccan magic, which was the most beginner-friendly stuff. He bought all, including the ones he didn’t need.

After all, having the books would go a long way to explain his sudden expertise … and, if something went wrong and Hermione caught on with his little ‘extracurricular’ with Holly, he could always try to distract Hermione by throwing books at her.

It might actually work…

The books on magic were potentially useful, but he had two books that he needed more urgently. One was a compendium of demons, explaining the nature of some of the more common demons. It was very much needed.

The second was more interesting. A booklet on the slayer. It wasn’t very long, merely a few dozen pages, more of a collection of observations, theories about their existence, and such.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to read it, because he needed to start driving or he risked being there late.

When he pulled in front of the dorm, Willow was ready with a travel-sized suitcase, and Buffy walked around the car while she was busy placing it. “Do your best to distract her. I won’t…” she started.

“You won’t what?”

She paused, blushing. She avoided his gaze for a moment, then changed her mind and kissed him. “I won’t ask any questions about what happens. Just distract her from her depression. I’m worried about her,” Buffy said, kissing him again. “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” she added, following by a hug, then ran back before he could say anything else.

He shook his head, unable to hide his amusement as he looked at Willow, whose excitement was bubbling under her depressed expression. Somehow, Willow managed to trick Buffy to a degree that not only had she given him a hall pass, but also framed it as a favor she was asking.

He didn’t know whether he should be more impressed with Willow or amused at Buffy’s gullibility.

“Ready?” he asked when Willow took the passenger seat. Willow nodded. He looked up, saw Buffy watching from the window, waved at her, then pressed the gas. He didn’t say anything until they were out of Sunnydale, driving fast. He expected her to ask him to slow down.

Instead, after a few sharp turns and fast driving, she watched the road with a big smile, her fake depression forgotten under the surge of adrenaline. After all, she wasn’t an accomplished actress.

She was lucky that Buffy was too trusting.

“You have been a naughty girl, Willow,” he suddenly said, making her flinch.

“What?” she asked.

“The way you played Anne, of course. You have been nowhere as depressed as you are acting.”

“I am…” she said, but when he slowed the car enough to catch her gaze, she wasn’t able to survive it for long. She folded immediately. He would have called her weak-willed, but she had managed to handle a werewolf that was about to kill her with surprising fortitude.

She contained multitudes.

After a deep blush, she whispered. “I … well, she went and told Giles about my little ritual. She deserved it.” She was smart enough to realize that was a terrible excuse. But, she was also impulsive enough to curse two werewolves just because she was distraught.

He had a feeling that he would have to keep an eye on Willow if he were to stay in Sunnydale.

“Really?” he said. “You know that’s a terrible excuse, right?”

She whimpered. “Please don’t tell anything to Anne,” she said.

“Well, you have two options. I can either tell Anne, or I can punish you myself, but—“

“The second option,” she said immediately, and when he looked, her blush burned brighter. “Please.”

“As you wish, Miss Sexy Witch,” he teased. He thought about mentioning the hall pass, but he ignored it. Since she wanted to be naughty, he wanted to give her the full range. “But, only if you promise to keep your pretty lips closed.”

“Yes,” she whimpered. Then, she looked at him, excited for the punishment to start. Naturally, he ignored her for the first few minutes. For someone as excited as Willow, it was already a punishment.

After all, he wasn’t lying when he said he was going to punish her. Though, it would be the fun kind. He didn’t say anything until he saw an outlet, and stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re having a pit stop for an emergency.”

She was confused. “I thought we were in a hurry.”

“We are. Follow me,” he said, keeping his voice sharper than usual. Willow followed immediately, only to freeze when they walked into a clothing store. “What are we doing here?” she said.

“We’re going to pick an appropriate outfit for your punishment, of course. You’re going to walk into the dressing room, give me everything you have on, then wear what I pass on you.”

“Really?”

“Or, we can forget about the punishment, and you can have a fun, chaste trip to Los Angeles,” he said. “I won’t even tell Anne about the secret, how about it?”

She whimpered, her blush burning even brighter. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to when she obediently walked into the dressing cabin. While she removed her outfit, he browsed, quickly picking a few things for her.

He didn’t spend much time picking her outfit. He went with a leather miniskirt, a tube top that could pass for a headband, as well as ankle boots and fishnet stockings. It was excessive, but since it was only until the hotel, it was acceptable.

He wouldn’t let Willow walk into an underground boxing match, especially one filled with entitled celebrities.

The store wasn’t crowded, so he stopped to pay first before walking to her cabin. “Clothes,” he asked, and she passed her pants and shirt. “Underwear and shoes as well. Even socks,” he said.

She obeyed, only to whimper when he passed her the clothes he had picked. “Are these…”

“Since you have been a naughty girl, you should dress the part,” he teased.

“I hate you,” she protested, but her arousal was impossible to hide, which was no surprise after everything they had done.

He didn’t even bother answering her question. “You have a minute, then I leave you here,” he warned.

“I … underwear?” she asked.

“Naughty girls don’t deserve underwear,” he said.

The door opened, her face redder than her hair. “How do I look?” she whispered.

“You look like a girl who would lie to her roommate to get fucked on a road trip,” he said, deliberately being crude. Her shiver showed that it was the correct choice. It was different than the night before, where he had been kind. Here, she wanted to be punished because she deserved it.

Her response when he put his hand on the small of her back confirmed he was on the right path. She was burning with desire. It just wasn’t enough to suppress her shyness.

He had a feeling that, once she got rid of her crippling shyness, Willow was going to be a handful. Luckily, he wasn’t afraid of hard work.

When they walked to their car, there were far more eyes on them. Willow took her seat, and started driving. Once he looked at her, he realized that even without his touch, it wouldn’t take long for her to climax.

She was that aroused.

So, he put his hand on her thigh, climbing up. Her legs parted open immediately, and he didn’t stay long in the areas covered by her fishnet. She was already close to her climax, and letting her complete the process would have been the best way to maximize his skill gains.

But, that wasn’t the priority, punishing her was. So, his fingers danced along her length, but instead of pushing her over the edge, he kept her there. “A-almost there,” Willow whimpered a few times before she realized something was wrong. “S-Sam,” she stammered, her voice needy.

“Willow, sweetie. Don’t forget that we’re punishing you,” he teased her. She whimpered, the pleasure slowly turning into torture.

“Please,” she begged.

His response was to brush against her clit, hitting her with another jolt of pleasure that failed halfway. His initial plan was to keep her at the edge until they reached his hotel, which was still an hour away even with the extra speed.

However, a few minutes later, he changed his mind. Willow’s whimpers turned too desperate. The poor girl was nowhere near ready to handle a proper edging. Lost under the strain of pleasure, Willow didn’t even realize when he took the first exit and arrived at one of the side roads. Only when he parked in the woods, she raise her head.

“Alright, that’s enough punishment—“ he started, which was all he was able to say before she climbed to his lap, moaning desperately as she unzipped his pants. Too amused, he didn’t do anything, just watching as she released his shaft and impaled herself, her leather skirt riding up easily.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

[Spectacular Victory, +10 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+5 Wiccan Magic]

“How was it to be punished properly,” he teased her, even as he grabbed her hips and started moving her. Now that they had started, he had no intention of stopping immediately. “Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes,” she moaned, which he suspected was more about pleasure than answering his question, but he let her be. He had a feeling that he had already reached her limit. As she jumped up and down, her tube top slipped easily, revealing her breasts. He immediately captured her nipple between his lips, his tongue dancing on the surface.

She whimpered. “You are amazing. So strong, so confident.”

“Not like your cheating ex?” he asked.

“No,” she moaned. “We … we only did three times. He was always so gentle and considerate, but…”

“Three times. And, you have been dating for how long?”

“Almost t-two years,” she whimpered.

Sam shook his head. What a waste. The guy was a werewolf and a rock star at the same time. One would expect that he would have done a better job keeping her girlfriend satisfied.

Well, their loss, his gain. “Sometimes, a sexy redhead wants to be treated as a sexy redhead, not a porcelain doll, right?” he said, spanking her hard.

“Yes!” she moaned enthusiastically.

Admittedly, he suspected that a big part of the problem was Willow communicating what she wanted out of the relationship, playing her cutesy nerd act a little too well, but as a principle, he supported the sexy girl that was tightening around his girth rather than the unlucky guy whose girlfriend he stole.

It was just common sense.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered.

She whimpered, burying her face to his neck when he stood up and carried her in the front of the car. “Hands on the hood,” he ordered.

She moaned but followed his order, her arms already trembling. Without his assistance, she would have collapsed. With him holding her hips, she barely managed to maintain position, each push making her tits jiggle.

“Spank me, punish me,” she begged.

He could have refused it, which would have been the real punishment, but at this point, she had been punished enough. And, Buffy asked him to make Willow happy.

He was just following orders.

The temptation to extend it was there, but he didn’t forget that he still had his fight. After a few spanks, he tightened his grip and fucked her hard and fast. She collapsed against the hood, moaning desperately.

“You look amazing in fishnets,” he whispered. “A proper naughty girl.”

She tightened.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+5 Wiccan Magic]

He pulled at the last second, and at the same time, pushed her to her knees, covering her face and breasts with his seed. She looked even naughtier covered with his seed.

“More…” she begged,

“No,” he said, and she looked disappointed. “I still have my fight, sweetie. But, I promise. We’ll have our fun after the fight. Maybe even with a friend.”

“W-with a friend,” she whispered.

“Of course,” he said. “You have been very happy locked between Anne and me. It’s only fair we repeat it,” he said.

“But…” she started, but when he spanked her, her argument died.

“You want it, don’t you?” he said.

She gulped. “I do.”

“Perfect,” he said. “Then, you’ll make a new friend,” he said, even though he suspected that she would be meeting an old friend.

Cordelia and Willow.

Franky, once they met, he expected fireworks. Cordelia had mentioned two others while talking about Buffy, the red, and the asshole. While he didn’t know who the asshole was, guessing who the red was not that difficult considering Willow was Buffy’s redheaded best friend.

Reckless, but it would be fun to see two old friends meet … and it would be a fair punishment for Cordelia. Just because he understood why she ditched him didn’t mean he wouldn’t pull a fun prank.

However, after the punishment and multiple orgasms, it wasn’t a surprise that Willow fell asleep. She barely managed to clean her face and fix her outfit before she faded.

She woke up only when they were driving toward the hotel, and he poked her awake. “We’re almost there,” he said. She hummed. “Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time until the fight, so we won’t be able to test the hotel bed the fun way. We barely have time to take a shower and change.”

“Change,” she said.

“Yes, sweetie, change. I’m not going to force you to attend a boxing match dressed like that. That’s for my own pleasure,” he said. “Even for the hotel, I have my coat prepared.”

“Really?” she said, relieved.

He chuckled as he parked his car, passed her his coat. On him, the coat stopped just above his knees. On Willow, it would have swept the floor if it weren’t for her heels. Suddenly, the naughty redhead was gone, and the shy nerd was back.

No wonder everyone fell for her innocent facade. She radiated shy innocence even under the circumstances.

He had a quick talk with the receptionist, who informed him that his guest had already arrived half an hour ago, and was waiting for him in their room, which was excellent news.

“By the way, I forgot to ask. First time in Los Angeles?”

“Technically, no,” Willow said. “I have visited before with school trips, and this summer, I visited the colleges to see whether there is a better option…”

“But you decided to stay with Anne, because you didn’t want her to fight alone against vampires,” he said, caressing her cheek. “You’re a good friend.”

She was, when she wasn’t being a naughty girl and making a move on her roommate’s man. It was also why he didn’t warn her about Cordelia. After everything she had done today, she still needed to be punished.

He hummed as he opened the door, and immediately saw Cordelia on the bed, dressed in a very sexy red corset and panties. “I thought that seeing your reward before the match—“ Cordelia started, then froze when Willow stepped in. “Willow?”

Willow’s shock was even more intense, her eyes widened. “C-Cordelia,” she gasped.

He didn’t need to act surprised, because he wasn’t the focus. “You girls know each other?” he asked instead.

Yet, despite his amusement, he knew that what he was doing was more dangerous than facing vampires.

But, some risks were worth taking.