Tian Boguang once taughtLeoric that the professional skills required to be a lecherous rogue could be summed up in two steps. The first step was to get a woman into bed, and the second step was to make her want to stay in your bed forever. According to him, the first step was the most crucial, the most troublesome, and the most technically challenging. Once the first step was accomplished, the second step became relatively easier.

  Unfortunately, the old man's research subjects were women from the Ming Dynasty in China, so his conclusions were once again inapplicable in this world. In this westernized world, sexual attitudes were a hundred times more open than those in the Ming Dynasty. The result was that getting a woman into bed was extremely easy. A chaste young lady throwing herself at a man was something Tian Boguang could never have dreamed of, butLeoric was currently experiencing just that. Of course, it depended on the target; only young men received such treatment. Old men like Tian Boguang, not the one from before his time travel, could only dream about it.

  Correspondingly, making a woman want to stay in your bed forever was much more difficult.

  Leoric couldn't remember how many positions he changed into that night, tossing and turning in bed for hours. In the end, as he pressed against the soft, pink flesh of Freya's chest and slowly withdrew from her body, lying down in the most comfortable position on the soft bedding, he didn't want to move a muscle.

  Freya gently nestled inLeoric's arm, as docile as a kitten, with tears sparkling in the corners of her eyes. Her naked body was pure and flawless, looking especially seductive under the tranquil lighting. Her round, firm thighs, and the mysterious garden that had just been ravaged, were adorned with spots of virgin blood.

  The bedroom fell silent, only their breathing gradually calming down.

  "Did it hurt?"Leoric whispered.

  She shook her head slightly, but the tiny movement caused her brows to furrow, elicitingLeoric's pity.

  He had been in this world for fifteen years. Although his body was just reaching adulthood, mentally, he had been starving for a long time due to his previous memories. Although there were beautiful sisters, he could only look but not touch, making his desire even harder to bear. Encountering Freya this time and hooking up with her smoothly, he couldn't help but lose control.

  At first, he remembered that she was a virgin and tried to be as gentle and considerate as possible. But once he really entered her body, feeling his swollen member enveloped by warmth and tightness, he immediately fell into a frenzy of ecstasy, throwing all reason to the wind.

  Leoric had mixed some aphrodisiac drugs into the calming potion he prepared for Freya, and the effect was quick. Combined with the ample foreplay beforehand, when he tore open the little girl's pajamas and spread her legs, he found that the pink slit was already wet with desire, indicating that she was completely aroused. Fortunately, although Freya was a virgin, she didn't suffer too much pain when she was deflowered. Of course, the subsequent hours of crazy lovemaking were still too much for her virgin body to bear.

  Leoric carefully held Freya, using one arm as a pillow under her head, letting her face rest against his chest. "I'm sorry," he apologized softly, "I was too crazy just now..."

  Freya shook her head slightly, but it triggered a new wave of pain.Leoric saw her bite down on her lower lip, tears streaming down her face.

  "I like you," she whispered, "from the first moment I saw you."

  Leoric kissed her, "I feel the same, Freya. From the first moment I saw you, I knew I liked you."

  She smiled sweetly. Every girl loves to hear sweet talk, especially after making love. This is an eternal truth, regardless of the world or the person.

  Perhaps this is the only eternal truth in the multiverse.

  "Maybe I should visit your father sometime,"Leoric said, "I think he must be a wise elder."

  "He's an outstanding prophecy wizard," Freya said, "Our family has a long history of talent in this area. Almost every generation... or every few generations, produces an outstanding prophet."

  "And this generation?"Leoric asked with interest, "You?"

  "I do have some," she smiled shyly, "But Flia is more talented than me."

  "Oh, what a pity,"Leoric said. To unleash prophecy talent, the path of arcane magic would be more suitable. Now that Flia had gone to the temple to become an apprentice priest, it couldn't be said to be a waste of talent, but it wasn't the best choice.

  "Originally, my father planned to let my sister go to the wizard academy and me to the temple."

  "Why did you change your mind then?"

  "Because my sister insisted on going to the temple. She said she hates arcane magic and wizards."

  "Well, there's nothing we can do about that,"Leoric said, "Everyone has their own aspirations, and they can't be forced."

  Freya fell silent.

  NowLeoric knew that Freya's father wanted his two daughters to enter the wizard academy and the temple respectively. Originally, it was considered that the older sister would become a wizard and the younger sister a priest. But the older sister insisted on embracing the gods. So now the older sister went to the temple, and the younger sister was now in the wizard academy—or more accurately, in bed, in his arms.

  Leoric became interested in this unseen old wizard. Before making love, Freya had casually mentioned, "Actually, my father made me like you a long time ago..." That meant Freya's father must have noticed him a long time ago and had the intention to court him, even using his daughter as bait.

  Spending such a high price must have its own motives.Leoric wouldn't be so naive to think that he possessed some kind of royal aura that could make people submit and join his family at first sight. One can be unkind or unrighteous, but one must never lack self-awareness.

  What exactly was his plan?

  Leoric was just a merchant's son without any power. Of course, he had good grades and should be able to join the aristocracy after graduation, but that alone didn't seem worth such a high-stakes courtship. There were several others with better grades thanLeoric.

  The Monica family valuedLeoric so much that they obviously believed he would rise to prominence and achieve far more than just being an ordinary wizard. To paraphrase a saying from Earth, they believedLeoric would be a top-performing stock.

  That must be it...Leoric couldn't think of any other reason.

  Freya said that the blood of the Monica family carried the talent for prophecy. Perhaps Freya's father, this proficient prophecy wizard, foresaw in his crystal ball thatLeoric would have a brilliant future?

  It sounded pleasing, althoughLeoric knew it couldn't be true.

  He still remembered when he was in the fourth year, the professor of prophecy had told the students with certainty, "Almost nothing is impossible in this world. As long as you are strong enough, slaying dragons or even gods is not an impossible fairy tale. The only exception is clearly predicting human destiny."

  "Can't even the gods do that?" a student asked.

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  "Even the two goddesses of fate, Tymora and Beshaba, cannot do it," the professor said unequivocally.

  "Not even the Lady of Loss?"Leoric suddenly asked.

  The classroom fell silent. The Lady of Loss was the honorific title for the goddess of the night, Shar, whom Spiritshade City worshipped.

  The professor hesitated visibly before saying, "No," gazing deeply atLeoric, "No being can predict your destiny, Lannister."

  Leoric was still amazed when he recalled how impulsive he was at that moment, asking such a question. He must have been out of his mind. But what he remembered more clearly was the professor's gaze.

  He believed the professor wasn't lying. No being, including gods, could predict the fate of mortals. Freya's father, no matter how skilled a prophecy wizard he was, couldn't predictLeoric's future.

  So, what exactly did the Monica family, or more accurately, Freya's father, base their high regard forLeoric on?

  "What are you thinking about?" Freya asked softly.

  "About how many more times you can endure it,"Leoric teased, lightly grabbing her hand and guiding it over his chest, abdomen, and finally to his erection. "Feel it?"Leoric whispered in her ear, "It still wants more."

  Freya gasped softly, "But..." she couldn't believe it, "Didn't we just..."

  "A virgin's yin essence is very nourishing."

  Obviously, she didn't understand whatLeoric was talking about. This was the jargon of Chinese lecherous rogues, something a young witch from Spiritshade City couldn't possibly understand.Leoric didn't elaborate, rolling over and pinning her down again.

  Freya resisted weakly, "It hurts," she looked pitiful, "Can we do it again tomorrow?"

  Leoric didn't respond,Leoric remained silent, his weight pressing down on her as he spread her legs apart and placed something hot and solid between them, just shy of full penetration. Instead, he let her clamp down tightly around it, savoring the soft, fragrant embrace.

  "Am I too heavy for you?"Leoric asked her.

  She smiled radiantly, her eyes sparkling with affection. For a moment,Leoric seemed mesmerized by her beauty. "I love the feeling of being pressed down by you," she said. "It's like being protected, giving everything to you, with no more worries in my heart."

  "I promise to give you a dream tonight like never before,"Leoric replied.

  "Mm-hmm," she murmured, her long lashes fluttering as she closed her eyes.

  With Freya in his life,Leoric's daily existence became filled with color and vitality. The wizard school was an indifferent place, never interfering with students' personal lives, whether they had girlfriends or not. As long as both parties were willing, even a sexual orgy in the school's central plaza might go unnoticed.

  Leoric's treatment proved remarkably effective, as Freya's insomnia never returned. In fact, every night she would sink into a deep sleep, exhausted yet dreaming sweetly, only to wake up the next morning radiant and beautiful beyond compare.

  As a third-year wizard, Freya had begun learning to wield simple magic. Typically, the first thing she would do after waking up was wash up, followed by retrieving her magic book to prepare for her studies. Before becomingLeoric's girlfriend, this was her routine. However, things had changed slightly now.

  InLeoric's dormitory bedroom, a man and a woman lay naked and entangled in bed. Even though it was already nine o'clock in the morning, there was no sign of them getting up. The school provided only single dormitories, so sleeping together could be a bit cramped... but stacking up worked just fine.

  Leoric leaned against the headboard, leisurely flipping through a book about the Abyssal Plane. Meanwhile, Freya knelt between his legs, her pretty face bent down, soothing his morning erection with her warm, moist mouth.

  "Mm..."

  Freya was petite with a small mouth and lacked experience, so despite her efforts, she couldn't fully engulfLeoric's member. She could only take in half of it before feeling out of breath. Frowning, she had to spit it out, holding it gently with her soft hands and slowly rubbing it, occasionally flicking her tiny tongue over it.

  Being served so tenderly by a beautiful woman was naturally a delightful experience, but it alone was not enough to satisfy a man.Leoric put down his book and stroked Freya's hair. "You have to take it all in," he said. "No slacking off."

  "But it's too big," she pouted, cutely complaining. "Can't it get a little smaller?"

  "Get smaller, huh?"Leoric nodded. "Actually, it can."

  He patted Freya's smooth shoulder, gesturing for her to move aside momentarily. Reaching into his wizard's robe draped over the bedhead, he pulled out a small handful of slightly silvery iron filings. With a rub of his thumb and forefinger, a tiny white light point condensed on the tip of his forefinger. He then pointed at his crotch, and the white light point shot out accurately.

  Freya watched in astonishment as the once formidable object, hit by the white light, instantly shrunk. Although it was still stiff and large, it was now about half its original size.

  Perhaps... she could try to take it all in now. She wondered what it would feel like.

  Her face turned crimson with embarrassment at her own thoughts, but this didn't last long. She lovedLeoric, and she was willing to do anything to make him happy. There was nothing to be ashamed of.

  However, her wizardly instincts made her realize something... "Did you use a shrinking spell?" she asked, looking up uncertainly. As a third-year student, she hadn't learned this spell, though she had heard of it.

  Moreover... she had never heard of anyone using a shrinking spell for this purpose...

  Leoric nodded. "Shrinking spell," he said, chuckling mischievously. "So you should know that this spell doesn't last long. I estimate it can only stay like this for about five minutes, after which it will revert to its original size... Freya, looks like you have to hurry up."

  No further words were needed. Freya immediately lowered her face, tightly enclosing the newly shrunk member with her warm, wet mouth, striving to swallow. Although she lacked experience, she could clearly sense fromLeoric's reactions that when the burning heat pressed against her throat, he seemed particularly pleased.

  Adjusting her breathing, she finally managed to almost fully engulf it, then slowly spit it out and swallow it again, repeating the action faster and faster.Leoric had said the spell's effect would only last five minutes, so she had to seize the moment.

  Since living withLeoric, she had been enveloped in a fiery desire, almost always being "teased" every day. Moreover, every morning, she had been given a new task byLeoric, which he called the "Morning Bite."

  "Can I skip it today...?" she pleaded.

  "No way,"Leoric refused outright. "It's a lover's duty."

  "I've never heard of such a duty for lovers..."

  "Well, that means there's still a lot for you to learn,"Leoric nodded matter-of-factly while fondling her soft breasts. "It's okay; we have plenty of time, we can take it slow."

  In short, atLeoric's request, Freya reluctantly accepted this imposed duty and began performing the "Morning Bite" every morning. She was a clever girl who learned quickly, including the skills to please a man in bed. However, some things were still too challenging for her.

  Every Morning Bite ended in failure. Her small mouth simply couldn't accommodate the massive object, nor could she satisfyLeoric. Inevitably, the result was always being pinned down by the man and receiving a sensual "punishment" for her failure.

  She hoped today would be successful.

  She vigorously moved her small head up and down, her soft tongue occasionally flicking out to lick and even deeply swallowing, allowing the burning, scorching dragon to reach her throat. Although it made her feel like suffocating and nauseous, hearingLeoric's increasingly heavy breathing above her filled her heart with overflowing joy.

  It should be almost done, she guessed.

  But at this point, the five minutes were almost up. Freya felt the object in her mouth restlessly stirring, gradually growing and returning to its original size. She hurriedly grasped the base with her small hand, as if trying to pinch it tightly to prevent it from swelling further, while speeding up her actions.

  Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. WithLeoric's current abilities, the shrinking spell could only last about five minutes. Once the time limit was exceeded, the object suppressed by the spell would revert to its original size. Freya didn't waste time, but her oral skills were still insufficient. It seemed she would fail again this time.

  No, she couldn't...

  She suddenly lowered her head, deeply swallowing the gradually enlarging, burning dragon until her lips touched the man's abdomen. She felt her throat spasming due to the foreign object's intrusion, and her vision blurred and darkened. Yet, she didn't retreat but swallowed deeper instead.

  The effect of the shrinking spell completely disappeared, and she felt it rapidly expanding, as if about to burst her small mouth. Breathing became difficult, her consciousness gradually dissipated, and she lost sight and hearing, feeling as if she were floating in the air. Suddenly, waves of burning liquid rushed into her throat. Freya instinctively swallowed, her consciousness gradually fading until she knew nothing more.

  When Freya awoke, she found herself being held inLeoric's arms. She struggled to sit up, feeling something sticky in her mouth and something clinging to the corner of her lips. She wiped it away with her hand and found creamy white liquid on her back of the hand.

  Freya was not unfamiliar with this substance, although she had always accommodated it with her body and never tasted it before.

  So... this was the taste...

  Slightly salty with a hint of sweetness and fishiness. If Freya had been born by the sea in the Material Realm, she might have thought it tasted somewhat like raw fish. However, in a place like Spiritshade City, even nobles could rarely taste fish. Freya found it unappealing but didn't feel much else.

  "I succeeded," she smiled atLeoric, looking very pleased, like a little fox that had just stolen some honey. "I brought you out."

  Leoric stroked her soft hair. "Yes, very impressive."

  "Did you like it?"

  "Of course, I did."

  "So... when I failed before, there were punishments; today I succeeded, is there any reward?"

  "Of course, there is,"Leoric said, suddenly rolling over and pinning her down, looking down at her.

  "W-what are you doing?" She struggled, though it was in vain.

  "Rewarding you,"Leoric said, kissing her lips. Freya felt something hot touching her inner thigh, moving.

  "This reward... feels like a punishment..."

  "Exactly,"Leoric said matter-of-factly, "It's both a reward and a punishment."

  At this point, what else could Freya say? All she could do was endure the new round of storm and chaos obediently.