"Teressa! W-What are you doing?!" The Grandmaster stuttered, his eyes widening as he saw his wife running her hands over my thighs. But despite his words, she ignored him as her fingers continued exploring my body.
"Mom! Sister! What’s wrong with you two?!" That was Kira, yelling from my left.
And I? I was stuck between two Milfs, both touching me wherever they pleased!
I gulped hard. This was going in a very wrong direction. But as much as I wanted to focus on escaping, I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their soft bodies pressing against me, especially since they were both were endowed when it came to breasts. They moaned and hummed in pleasure.
Then, Tressa suddenly pushed me onto the floor, kneeling between my legs as she slid her hands under my shirt, her fingers tracing over my chest. Meanwhile, Biju grabbed my hand and guided it straight to her milk tanks, pressing them firmly against my palm.
Even my rod began twitching. The whole situation was overwhelming. I was getting aroused.
[Should I activate the skill: Cuckold King?]
My system’s voice rang in my head.
"NOOO!!!" I blurted out, my voice echoing in the room. Fortunately, everyone took it as me rejecting the women.
My hand, still on Biju’s chest, was met with the most divine softness. Instinctively, I gave her breasts a slight squeeze, earning a delightful soft moan from her mouth. But that was the final straw.
The Grandmaster shot to his feet, his face contorted in rage. He yanked both women away from me. "What has gotten into the two of you?!" he yelled.
"Oh, when was the last time I felt the touch of a young man?" Teressa sultrily purred, licking her lips. "I want to ride him so roughly!" Saliva literally dribbled down her chin.
Ignoring her husband completely, she lunged at me again.
I had no choice—I had to run. If this continued, the Grandmaster was going to kill me!
Springing to my feet, I bolted out of the house like a springbok.
Teressa and Biju chased after me, desperate to romance me again. Behind them, the Grandmaster ran, trying to stop them. Then came Kira, dumbfounded, following the chaos. Behind Kira, a line of kids trailed along, watching the absurd spectacle unfold.
We were in a queue.
I ran in circles, dodging the horny Milfs as if my life depended on it—because it did.
The five-minute countdown on my system felt like an eternity.
Finally, the timer hit zero.
I collapsed onto the ground, panting. The two women also gave up, sitting down and gasping for breath. The Grandmaster caught up, glaring at me suspiciously.
Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I let out a relieved sigh. "Whew... finally, it’s over!"
The Grandmaster narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, finally? Did you do something to them?"
I flashed him a nervous smile. "No, old man! What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything!"
His gaze bore into my soul. "You’re lying. I can tell."
My stomach twisted.
"You did something to them. My wife and daughter would never behave like that on a normal day!"
I chuckled dryly, regretting ever coming here. "I, uhh..."
"Asher! Are you okay?" Kira and the kids finally caught up.
"Yeah, I’m fine," I responded.
Kira turned to his mother and sister. "What about you two?"
They blinked, dazed.
"I feel strange," Biju murmured.
"Me too," Teressa mumbled. "I want to sleep..."
With that, the two women stood up and walked away with the kids.
The Grandmaster exhaled sharply. "Go water the plants, son!" he ordered Kira.
As Kira ran off, the old man suddenly pulled me into a tight hug, his voice dropping to a whisper. "We’re alone now, boy. Tell me what you did."
There was no getting out of this.
"I... honestly didn’t do it on purpose, sir, I swear! Please don’t beat me!"
"I said, what did you do?" he repeated, his grip tightening.
I gulped. "It’s just... one of my skills that makes women attracted to me was active, so..."
He pulled back, his eyes glimmering with sudden excitement. "Is it a spell?! Teach it to me, boy. Teach me now!"
My jaw dropped. "What?!"
The Grandmaster grinned like a child who found a bag of candies. "I need to learn such a spell! I could sneak out, find some women, and have a little fun! Isn’t that every man’s dream?"
"Ugh... I guess," I muttered. "But it’s not a spell. I don’t use magic the way you do."
His enthusiasm faded slightly. "I see..." He sighed. "Well, you’re a strange fella. Let’s get to training, shall we?"
Finally! Some training.
"Yes, sir! I mean, Grandmaster, sir!" I saluted.
He chuckled as we walked toward the training grounds.
Today’s lesson was creating a small room using geomancy.
The Grandmaster stretched a hand toward the ground and began to chant:
"O Divine Vireth, Mother of Earth,
Shape stone and soil at my call.
Let walls rise, let shelter form,
By your grace, let this place be home."
At that moment, the land shifted, forming a neat room with windows, a door, and perfectly straight walls.
"You see," the Grandmaster explained, "the trick to making a perfect structure lies in your depth of faith and your mana reserve. The larger your reserve, the bigger the structure. Now, go on. Give it a try."
"Alright, sir." I stretched my hands forward.
But I wasn’t about to pray to the goddess and have deep faith in her.
No.
I was about to command the ground. I would make it obey me. And I’d have faith in nobody but myself!
Just like the demons had taught me.
Focusing my power into my hands, I willed the earth to shift—to bend to my will.
The ground trembled violently, as if an earthquake had struck.
Then—
A massive structure erupted from the ground, towering so high that the Grandmaster nearly stumbled from the sheer force of its creation.
When I finally stopped, I turned to examine my work.
It was huge.
But... not exactly a house.
For starters, it was as massive as the Guild Building, but it had no doors, no windows—nothing but jagged, chaotic walls. And then, moments later, it collapsed, sending debris flying across Kumba Village.
The Grandmaster stood there, eyes wide in utter shock. His lips trembled as he struggled to find words.
Finally, he managed to choke out—
"Boy... What are you?"
TBC