Chapter 9

“Tobias,” a soft, pleasant female voice called from somewhere to my right. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and noticed a white ceiling above me. For a moment, I couldn’t connect the voice to a person, though it sounded familiar.

Gemma! That was her voice. I sat up quickly, the soft red bedding shifting beneath me. The room was plain, almost unnervingly so—just a large bed and a single window that framed an endless expanse of sky. There was nothing else, no furniture, no decorations. The bed dominated the space entirely.

However, my attention was dominated by the sexy sorceress, wearing the same skimpy outfit, standing next to the bed with a cute smile plastered on her face.

“You finally woke up. It’s good to see you, Tobias. I missed you,” Gemma said.

I chuckled. “We saw each other a few hours ago, and you already miss me?”

Gemma giggled with her amazing laugh. She sat in front of me with her legs crossed, and thanks to her short dress, she gave me a view of her naked thighs and panty-covered crotch.

“We’re in a dream. I can connect us like this while you’re asleep. It’s the safest way to communicate so no one discovers that you’re working for me.”

I nodded absentmindedly, not really caring about the space around us. What mattered was the space between us—and it was far too much.

Her amazing, large breasts strained against her dress, almost spilling out, and my heartbeat quickened as I imagined pulling it down, letting her tits bounce free from their prison. Now, I had the power to make it happen.

Gemma giggled, flashing her unnaturally perfect white teeth. “First thing, you can’t touch me here,” she said and reached out, her hand passing effortlessly through my leg as if it weren’t there.

A shiver ran through me as I watched it happen. It was unsettling to see her fingers glide through me like I was the ghost.

“Second thing, your powers are too weak to work on me. You’ll have to rely on old-fashioned methods,” she said with a teasing wink.

“Wait—what? No woman is supposed to be able to resist me!” I protested, disbelief clear in my voice.

Gemma shook her head. “That was one of your demands, but the final deal was different. I promised you a young and athletic body.” Gemma lifted one of her fingers. “To tell you how to make your body young again, which I’ll do later on when you have the knowledge necessary to understand it,” she said, showing a second finger.

“That I’d give you rewards for the jobs you finish,” she said, lifting a third finger. “And that I’d give you a Sex Mage class to help you seduce women,” she finished, straightening her fourth finger.

Gemma dropped her hand onto her knee. “I never promised that no woman could resist you.”

The realization dawned on me—she had used the pressure of time, my distraction, and my lack of knowledge to give me something different from what I thought I was getting. Instead of granting me the power to have any woman I desired, she gave me a class designed to help me seduce them. Now, everything depended on how strong that class would turn out to be.

“But don’t get so worked up now,” Gemma said, smiling. Her hand shifted slowly up her thigh, brushing her own skin.

“Any woman who isn’t a mage will be easy for you to seduce. Those with classes will depend on their strength. Weak ones without any defense skills should fall for your charms if you try—or will soon enough. As for the strong ones,” she added, pointing at herself with a smirk, “you’re going to need a lot more levels for that.”

“But who knows?” Gemma’s hand moved from her thigh to her crotch. “Maybe one day, you’ll be advanced enough to seduce even the strongest mages, and then really, no woman would be able to resist you.”

Gemma glided her finger along her hidden lips. She reached the upper part of her underwear, lifting her skirt slightly.

“And perhaps, for some of them, you wouldn’t even need to use your powers,” Gemma purred, her voice dripping with seduction. She slipped her finger behind the edge of her underwear, pulling it lower with deliberate, teasing slowness. “Perhaps, for some of them, your new body and personal charm would be enough.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her crotch, my anticipation building with every passing second. My heart raced, and my breathing grew shallow as I caught a glimpse of light pubic hair. Desire coiled tight in my chest, my mind already imagining what was just out of view. But then, in a single, unexpected motion, she yanked her underwear back up and leaped off the bed, her graceful movements leaving me stunned and frustrated.

I couldn’t help but follow her with my gaze, my eyes lingering on the teasing smirk that played across her lips.

“Who knows, Tobias? Maybe one day,” Gemma said, her voice smooth and playful, “but not today.”

She was really perfect—her body a creation of magic. I wondered how she had looked before. Was she ugly? Right now, she was flawless, but it was a version of her after plastic surgeries. Plastic surgeries on magic steroids.

I stood up from the bed, my eyes locking onto her. Something felt different. I had the impression that I was towering over her more than when we first met. Had she made me taller too?

“We don’t have much time. Maintaining a connection like this is safe, but it’s also costly,” Gemma said, the small smile never leaving her face.

“I’ll try to contact you every night, but I don’t have any jobs for you right now. You should get to know this world,” Gemma continued, smiling with a glint in her eyes. “Use whatever it has to offer. If you have any questions now, or in the future, you can ask freely.”

“Why did you leave me with Zoe in the cave?” I asked, voicing the first thing that came to mind. In the letter, she mentioned it was a welcome gift, but I doubted that was her only reason.

“Zoe?” Gemma asked. “You mean that demon?”

She giggled when I nodded.

“That was a welcome gift. I thought you’d wake up horny in this new world and want to test your new...” Gemma stopped and looked down at my naked crotch. “Skills,” she finished, meeting my gaze again.

Gemma wrinkled her little nose cutely and continued before I had a chance to respond. “You want to tell me you don’t like it? I thought a succubus would be a perfect gift for a Sex Mage,” she said thoughtfully.

I didn’t believe her at all but didn’t have a way to find out the truth—at least for now.

“She’s great, even if she was scared that she’d kill me at first,” I said.

“I’m surprised that a succubus cares about a man’s life,” Gemma said, pondering for a moment. “I knew something was wrong with her,” she added with a shrug.

“Did you know she was no threat to me?”

“Of course,” Gemma replied. She waved her hand over my body. “I brought you from another world, made you young and athletic, gave you a class this world hasn’t seen in thousands of years. Do you really think I’d throw you to die in a demon’s hands on the first day?” Gemma paused briefly. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” she asked, and I heard an edge in her voice that sounded dangerous.

“No, of course not,” I answered quickly. “Zoe just panicked because she can’t control her powers.”

“Succubi can’t drain a man’s life **** unless he’s completely out of mana. I’m not an expert, but it’s some sort of defensive mechanism or something like that. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t do it. She can’t drain more than she can contain, so with your mana, there was no risk to you.”

I only nodded, still unconvinced by everything she was telling me.

Gemma smiled sweetly again. “So, do you like the present?”

“Yeah,” I answered. Zoe had her problems, but she was hot, young, and horny. And she awakened a strange instinct in me—to comfort her, to cuddle her, and to take care of her. It was a weird feeling I hadn’t experienced in years.

I focused back on Gemma and wanted to ask her about my class and the fact that no one had seen it in so long, but she was quicker.

“We’ll need to end now,” Gemma said, turning her head to the side, looking at the white wall where I didn’t see anything.

“What? Wait! I have so many questions,” I protested.

“We’ll see each other again tomorrow. Then you can ask them,” Gemma said, looking back at me. “For now, have fun, Tobias. Make use of your new powers,” she added with a wink.

Then, there was darkness.

Gemma opened her eyes while sitting in the chair by her desk. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the darkness of her room. When her mind was fully back in her body, she sighed tiredly, leaning back in her chair.

She was wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of black pants. Her hair was pinned up. She was no longer in her sexy mage costume, created on purpose for Tobias. She smiled weakly, recalling his eyes lingering over her body.

Gemma felt her hardened nipples brushing against the fabric of her shirt, a clear reminder of her own arousal. The sight of his muscular, naked body and the impressive length of his cock stirred desires she shouldn’t entertain—but couldn’t entirely suppress. Her pussy was already moistening at the thought of him inside her. Shaking her head, she berated herself for letting such fantasies take hold.

She knew she needed to rest—her body was exhausted after the long day—but an insistent need pushed her to check the enchantments again. She’d already inspected them countless times, yet she couldn’t help ensuring everything was functioning perfectly now that he was awake.

The tracking enchantment showed he was still in the cave where she had left him. The ones allowing her to check his status worked from a distance too. He didn’t have full mana, confirming it was updating. She doubted he had already used his skills. He would need time and her help to learn how to feel and control mana. It was the succubus who had drained it from him.

He seemed to like Zoe too, but that was far down on Gemma’s list of worries. With his desires, how could he not like a sex demon? The sorceress was sure he would take her with him. That should help him level up quickly and unlock new skills. Gemma wanted to monitor his progress, as the notes she found about his class didn’t mention the exact skills he would get.

The references were in the old text from over a thousand years ago. It was limited, and it seemed someone had tried to hide information about this class. Even in the text she found, it was mentioned a few times that it was one of the most dangerous classes in the world and that everyone should be very careful around someone with the Sex Mage class.

Gemma smiled at the memory of her mother. She could almost hear her words as if she were a child again. Her mother always repeated that Gemma liked to play with fire and would get burned one day.

However, Gemma believed every fire could be controlled and used for her purposes. Her eyes moved to the painting on the wall. She smiled sadly, seeing a young woman with black hair and small black horns sticking out of her head. The purple eyes further hinted at her demonic nature but, in Gemma’s eyes, only made her more beautiful.

Gemma’s gaze shifted to the second painting, depicting an even more beautiful teenager. Her adorable face, framed by long, golden hair, was lit up with a wide smile—a smile that had always brought Gemma comfort and hope, even at the worst of times.

Her eyes returned to the first painting. She stared at it for a few minutes before speaking as she stood up from her desk.

“I’ll get you back, love.”