Look for a book

As soon as you both get back outside Blythe remembers the state of her outfit. One look from you forbids her from covering up, and her face begins to glow red as you walk through the streets. You make sure to stop and make idle chat with random shop owners as you walk through the town, just so that Blythe has to stand there and show off her goods to everyone pretending not to stare. This goes on for about an hour, the two of you hardly even looking for bookstores at all.

You’re walking down a street heading west, which means you have a great view of the setting sun directly ahead of you. It’s dipping down behind a range of mountains far off in the distance. While the sight is beautiful, it also means you have the sun in your eyes. Raising your arm up to shade your eyes, you notice something strange. Up ahead, there is a peculiar building set in the alley space between two others. Its wooden walls are painted a bright orange, contrasting with the dark blue of its door.

“Blythe,” you say, “what do you make of that place?” You point to the building, and this time you see a woman with pink hair, a white long-sleeved blouse, and a long black skirt standing in the door way. She looks like she’s holding something.

“Which place, the one on the corner?” asks Blythe. “I believe that is only a person’s home.”

“No,” you say, glancing back to her. “The really thin one that’s painted all orange.” You look again, but the building you saw so clearly before is gone. In its place is an alleyway, just like it should have always been. When the two of you reach the alley, you notice something set on top of a barrel nearby. Coming closer, you see that it’s a book. You pick it up, and it’s surprisingly light in your hand for its size. Blythe is too busy watching passersby watch her to pay any attention to what you’re doing, so you don’t bother showing it to her before cracking it open to the first page. There, in plain lettering, reads the title of the tome: Mana Fundamentals and Basic Incantations for the Aspiring Magic User.

It’s so perfect for you it feels like cheating. Is this what deus ex machina feels like? you wonder as you flip through the book. It contains pages and pages of information about the magic of this world, as well as a bunch of short incantations that should be fairly easy to memorize. You think back to how quickly you mastered turning the light crystal on and off and imagine yourself being able to cast lightning bolts out of your fingers on a whim. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of a gasp behind you. You close the book and hook it under your arm before turning around.

Standing frozen in the street is the redhead from the tavern, dressed now in a floral blouse and long, green skirt. Her high-heeled black boots poke out from beneath the skirt, and she’s standing mid-step as she looks directly at Blythe’s provocative cleavage. Blythe is equally frozen, her desire to be seen warring with her desire to be accepted over whether or not she should try to cover herself with her hands. You step up to save her by grabbing hold of her hand. She holds you tightly as the redhead looks between you, seems to recognize you after a second or two, and then walks away. The smile that appeared on her face as she turned away haunts your thoughts while the two of you walk back to the inn.

Blythe doesn’t stop shaking the entire way back. When you finally get back to your room and sit down on the chair, she lets out a distinctively sensual groan and collapses to the floor at your feet. She is panting as she runs her hands all over her body, building upon her frustration more and more. Her ministrations provide you quite a show: her position at your feet gives you a great view of her cleavage bouncing around as she writhes in sexual frustration. As her arousal builds to a head, she lurches up into your lap and moans loudly against the pants hiding your rapidly hardening manhood. She notices immediately, bringing her hand up to poke at the sturdy appendage. “I have never seen a man’s thing before,” she admits. “Why does it become like this?”

Because you’re unbelievably sexy. Because the show you just gave me was incredible. Because I want to fuck you so fucking hard right now. You suppress all of these thoughts. You shouldn’t move too quickly with Blythe, or you might scare her off the path you’re laying for her. “I’ll tell you that if you do well on tomorrow’s assignment,” you say. Reaching into your pocket, you fish out and hand her back her panties. “Deal?” Her expression shifts from excited to worried to content before she gives your dick a little squeeze through your pants and moves over to the bed. You watch her wiggle around on the bed as both of you fight back against your pent up sexual urges. After several minutes, you’re both able to calm down, and you decide that it’s time to take a closer look at the book you found.