Letting out a pleasure-filled sigh, Greg turned his head to regard Desia even as he felt Athalia's small dainty hands try to encircle his girth even as her lips continued to pay homage to his manhood by planting kiss after kiss on it. Desia looked like a deer in headlights. Greg could see it in her eyes that some small part of her recognized just how risky all this was. On her knees before Greg, taking his manhood into her warm wet mouth, was Lord Faron's great-granddaughter. The small part of her mind that was still rational, was probably telling her that she needed to run as far as she could, as fast as she could. But while her mind protested, her body was more honest as her hand had unconsciously found its way to her crotch. She was trying to pleasure herself through her dress. With a devilish smile playing on his lips, Greg held out a hand to the woman, quietly urging her to let go of her fears and allow herself to give in to the lust. To revel and indulge in the pleasure that th

Strip," Greg instructed the two women even as he pulled back from them and turned toward the bed. Even with his pants around his ankles, Greg didn't have to take anything off. Each piece of clothing he had on was already in contact with him, all it took was a simple flex of the will for him to send them into his personal pocket space. With the two women kneeling before him, Greg went from fully dressed to being completely nude. From the way they looked at him with clear desire in their eyes, they very much liked what they saw. The two women were momentarily mesmerized by his physique such that they didn't immediately comply. Greg, however, gave them the encouragement they needed. "The first one to join me will also be first in line," he said, offhandedly. It didn't need saying what they'd be first in line for.From the frantic shuffling of clothes behind him, Greg could tell that both women wanted to be first. Never having slept on a magically floating bed, Greg tested it by pushing o

Greg couldn't help but turn his head in the direction of the stairs, curious to see what Lord Faron looked like. The other two he'd already encountered and thus could easily recognize. In this lifetime, Lord Faron would be the fourth seventh-tier mage he'd ever laid eyes on after his teacher and the two from the Draknar alliance. Much to Greg's surprise, the man who stood at the top of the stairs looked quite young. It wouldn't have come as a shock to Greg if a grey-haired man had been standing at the top of the stairs looking down at the crowd. But rather than an old man, the man he was looking at was thirty-five max, if one just went off appearance. The more he thought about it, however, the more he realized that it shouldn't have come as that much of a surprise. After all his teacher seemed to be in her early thirties based on appearance despite being just a few years shy of eight centuries. Standing at just an inch or two shy of six feet, the man had a casual air of confidence ab

A scowl had formed on Lord Faron's face and the nobles had quietly expanded the circle around Greg, unwilling to be collateral damage when Lord Faron's anger was inevitably unleashed. Nevertheless, Greg acted like he hadn't noticed and pressed on. "Unfortunately for me, the story doesn't end there. Come to find out, the only reason my uncle became a tier-zero mage was because there was a convergence a little bit higher on the mountain my town was on. And of all the horrid places to connect to, it was the abyssal realm that was touching on this one. By the time we figured this out, a few months had passed since my uncle's death and I was now a first-tier mage. So, working with our little town's healer and a servant girl of mine, we go up there to fix it. And what do you know, we were just in time. A day or two more, and a doorway would have opened between the two realms. Working tirelessly, and heroically I might add," Greg said, smiling and winking at Mage Kastia. "We close it. But as

Through repeated dungeon runs, Greg had come to learn that to nobles, their image and reputation were just as important, sometimes even more so, than their wealth. This night could be construed in two ways. In the first version of events, Lord Faron, a seventh-tier mage had bullied and stolen from a third-tier mage. It wasn't like there was anyone in Telako that could do anything about it even if he did so, but it would tarnish the man's image among the masses. A seventh-tier mage was no different from a common thief, he just had the power to evade the consequences. In the other version of this night's events, Lord Faron could have been dealing with a loudmouth third-tier mage who had threatened to kill his granddaughter. The whole perspective of anyone who heard the story would shift. Not only would they not expect swift and direct punishment from Lord Faron for this insolence, up to and including death, they'd even look down on Lord Faron if he didn't do something about it. Greg i