Chapter 2

“Mam ald eibeic etrefo.”

My attention shifted from her amazing body to what she was saying and I realized that I didn't understand her. It didn't sound like any language I had heard before. But the list of languages I could recognize from a few words was not impressive.

“I don't understand you,” I said slowly.

She tilted her head slightly, wrinkling her adorable nose, looking extremely cute even with a frown on her face.

“Verba sine finibus, intellectus in corde,” she said and reached out her hand to me. Those words sounded like an actual language I might have heard before, but I still didn't know it.

Her finger touched my forehead, distracting me from my thoughts. A warm tingling sensation appeared on my skin where she touched me and spread through my head. It was pleasant, and I wondered how it would feel if she touched my cock with those small hands.

After a moment, the sensation started to fade. When it vanished completely, she pulled her hand away and looked at me with a smile. I caught her eyes shift quickly to my crotch, where the bulge was clearly visible.

I tried to reach her again, her hand just passed through this invisible wall, but I felt it again on my fingers. She giggled, seeing my disappointment.

I started to wonder if it really was a dream. I had rarely had dreams in which I had so much consciousness—perhaps five in my whole life. And I had never thought about being in a dream while having one.

“Now, you should understand me,” she said, and to my surprise, I indeed understood every word.

“Yes,” I gasped. Even I could hear the excitement in my voice. I pushed at the invisible barrier, but it didn't budge. “Can you get rid of this?” I asked.

She giggled again. “I can, but then we wouldn’t have a chance to talk.”

A frown crossed my face as I pulled my hands down. Talking was far down the list of things I wanted to do with her. I had many better uses for her lips in my mind.

“I have an offer for you,” she said.

“What offer?” I asked immediately, wondering if her body would be part of it.

“Why don't we sit down first?” she asked in return and glanced around the room, where there was no viable option.

I struggled to keep a groan from escaping my lips. “Alright,” I answered instead and turned toward the fridge to grab a beer. I noticed that the bottle that had slipped from my hand earlier stood full and intact on the ground. How was that possible?

Maybe it really was a dream?

I opened the second bottle and headed toward the living room.

The place was a mess—empty bottles scattered around, together with pizza boxes and dirty clothes. Since that bitch moved out, no one had cleaned here. I put both bottles on the table and shoved all the clothes from one of the chairs to the ground.

I pointed at it, and the woman moved past me, smiling. Her hair came so close it almost touched me, and I could sense her scent—she smelled of raspberries. I had never smelled perfume like that before; it was intense, perhaps some natural soap. The sweet aroma really suited her cute appearance.

Only after she sat down did I realize there wasn’t an invisible wall between us when she moved, and I had wasted the opportunity to get my hands on her. I grabbed the beer and slowly reached it toward her, wanting to check if there was still a barrier between us.

“Do you want some beer?” I asked, trying to hide my real intentions. Unfortunately, my hand stopped again. She giggled, seeing my disappointed reaction.

“Sure, I’d love to try,” she said and reached for the bottle. I felt her soft touch when our fingers brushed against each other. When our hands parted, I tried again to push forward, but again without success. I glanced at the girl with frustration; it seemed like the barrier existed only for me.

She giggled again. “So impatient,” she said. “We need to talk first,” she added. If not for her sweet voice, it would have sounded like she was chastising me.

Wait, first?

I sat on the second chair, unable to stop the smile from appearing on my face. The quicker we finished talking, the quicker we would have a chance to move on to more interesting activities.

The girl smelled the contents of the bottle. It wasn’t the cheapest beer, but it wasn't anything special either. Good taste was not the reason I drank them. Slowly, she brought the bottle to her pink lips, and my imagination replaced the bottle with another elongated object I wanted to see her lips wrapped around.

She took a small sip, smacked her lips a few times as if tasting some expensive wine, and then smiled while putting the bottle back on the table.

“Bitter, but good. Quite weak.”

She surprised me. From a young woman her age, I wouldn’t have expected complaints about the beer being too weak. Wait. Was she even of legal age? She looked… somewhere around it. Did it really matter in a dream? Was this even a dream?

My gaze shifted to her big tits, which were almost completely exposed. I had the impression I could see the areola under the lace material. My eyes moved lower, and I noticed that when she sat with her legs crossed, her short skirt didn't hide anything below her hips. She wore black underwear made of lace material, which managed to cover everything while hiding nothing. Her pussy mound was almost visible through the thin fabric. However, I was certain they would show a lot of her ass if I could only get a look from behind.

The girl grunted. I quickly moved my eyes to her face but couldn’t resist making a small pit stop at her cleavage. With tits like this, there was no way she was under eighteen years old.

When I finally reached her face, I noticed a wide smile, showing her perfect white teeth. At least she wasn't mad about my ogling.

“I’m Gemma.”

“Tobias.”

“I have an offer for you. It will sound unreal, but listen to everything I have to say before you make a choice, alright?”

I nodded, trying to focus on her face.

“I came from another world where magic is real. Using it, I moved here and created the barrier. I can do this too.”

The bottle of beer that was on the table floated into the air and flew across the room. I followed it with my eyes until it returned to her hand. She took another small sip, then frost covered the bottle, and she threw it to me.

I grabbed it instinctively and felt that it was much colder than a moment before—the beer inside was frozen. I looked back at her and saw a flame hovering over the palm of her hand. It vanished, but then, with a wave of her hand, she summoned many flames around the room. With another gesture, they all disappeared.

“That should be enough proof. Not everyone can use magic, only some have a potential for it. It all depends on whether you have mana or not. We test kids when they are young. If they have potential, they mostly join the magic guild, where they learn.”

That convinced me that I wasn't in a dream. I was getting a lecture about another world. If this were a dream, Gemma would already be on her knees, as I fucked her. My eyes shifted to her tits. Perhaps I would put my cock between those big globes and come on her cute face.

“Tobias!” I heard her raised voice, which snapped me out of my fantasies. I focused on her face and noticed a smirk plastered across it.

“You got distracted,” she said in a cheerful voice. “At which moment?”

“Umm… you test kids to see if they have mana…” I said uncertainly, trying to recollect what she had been saying.

If this wasn’t a dream, it meant that magic existed. I doubted anything she showed me could be tricks. Magic does exist. But before I had time to think about what that meant, Gemma spoke up again.

“Alright. I’ll make it short. Every mage is recruited at a young age and belongs to the guild. I’m the head of one of them, and I want to recruit a strong mage who doesn’t belong to any guild. A person I can trust, someone without hidden connections. That’s not easy—” Gemma stopped when my eyes drifted to her cleavage.

“I’m listening,” I said but didn't avert my gaze from her exposed skin.

Her chest shook slightly when she giggled in reaction, giving me an amazing show. Those tits were magnificent, moving in such an alluring way that averting my eyes was impossible.

“I found references in some ancient books about your world. It mentioned that people here have mana but don't use it. I found a way to connect our worlds, and when I appeared here, I found the person with the most mana nearby. That’s you. You have the potential to be a strong mage. That’s what my offer is about. I’ll take you to my world and help you activate your magical potential. You’ll become a mage, and in return, you’ll do some jobs for me from time to time.”

I straightened up in the chair. It seemed we were talking about serious matters, and I knew I needed to focus on them—not on her amazing cleavage.

“What will I get out of it?” I asked.

“I will teach you how to use magic,” Gemma offered.

“You will have to do that anyway if you want me to be useful to you,” I replied immediately. Learning magic sounded amazing, but I wanted to get as much as possible if I was going to agree to her deal.

Gemma frowned cutely, but then smiled.

“So, what do you want?” she asked, putting the ball in my court. Smart move, because I had no clue what magic could really do. My eyes moved to her cleavage, but I quickly shifted them back to her face. I wanted her. Her body, in lingerie, naked, on her knees, in bed, with her legs spread.

However, I didn't say anything about it. I believed that sex with her would be amazing, but I’d be scamming myself if that was all I asked for. Gemma was a guild leader, so she had to be strong.

“How much time do I have to present my demands?” I asked first.

Gemma was staring at me with a smile, however I could see something more in her eyes, but I couldn't exactly place what it was.

“I would love to give you more time, but creating a connection to this world was really expensive,” she said, glancing to the side before looking back at me. “You have around five minutes to make a final decision.”

I squinted my eyes, studying her. Was she lying? Perhaps, but I had no way of verifying it. She was putting time pressure on me, but if what she said was true, it also put time pressure on her. She would not have time to find someone else. I thought for a moment about what I could want from her and decided to go with high demands.

“I want to be young and athletic again. I want to be immortal and get a salary, and I want no woman to be able to resist me.” I didn't know if those things were even possible. However, they would lead to an amazing life, and in addition, if no woman could resist me, then Gemma would be mine too. Along with every other woman in that new world.

Gemma laughed, this time fully—not just a giggle. She took a moment to calm down, then looked at me with a wide smile.

“You will need to learn a lot about magic. Young and athletic, sure. Immortal is impossible as a permanent effect,” Gemma said and paused for a moment. “You can reverse the effects of aging. I can offer you the knowledge of how to do that,” she added.

“Will I be able to use this knowledge on myself?” I asked, wanting to avoid the possibility of receiving it only to find out I couldn’t use it.

“Yes,” Gemma answered with a smile. “It’s quite expensive, and you would need to cover it yourself, but you shouldn’t have any problems with that.”

“Salary is agreeable, but you have no clue about the monetary system in my world, so discussing the pay rate doesn’t make sense right now. However, I promise to pay you fairly for the jobs you complete.”

“About women…” Gemma trailed off. She tilted her head, staring at me while deep in thought. I seized the moment and took a glance at her amazing cleavage. After a brief pause, she nodded, as if she’d made a decision.

“Every person who can use magic has a class that defines their specialization and skills. I can influence what class you’ll get. I had some plans, but…” Gemma stopped again and looked me deeply in the eyes. “That's an interesting idea. There is a class that would fit your demand. I will make you a Sex Mage. You could get skills that will let you seduce any woman you want.”

Gemma leaned forward, her cleavage becoming even more prominent, her tits were almost spilling out of her clothes, it was so close and I could see those perfections.

“So, the deal is your loyalty to me and the execution of jobs I assign you. In return, you’ll be a Sex Mage, you’ll have a young and athletic body, I’ll pay you a fair salary for your jobs, and I’ll teach you the knowledge to reverse aging. Do you agree?” Gemma summarized, extending her hand toward me.

I wondered if magic was involved right now—if I was making a deal that would bind me and cause problems later on. I wasn't signing a contract with my blood; it was just a handshake. But in this magical world, that could mean more than it did in mine. How could I be certain she’d uphold her part of the deal?

“What if I can’t complete a job?” I asked, trying to buy some time and worrying about the consequences. I just had to shake her hand, but I had a feeling that once I did it, there’d be no backing out.

“If you did it on purpose, then I’d find you and kill you. If it was impossible or you failed while trying, then no salary, but otherwise, no consequences. If all my jobs will be too hard for you… then we will have a problem.”

The part about no salary sounded reasonable. The part about killing me, not so much. Could she be bluffing just to ensure my loyalty? Something in her eyes told me that wasn’t the case. She seemed completely serious about punishing betrayal. However, as long as I didn’t betray her, it shouldn’t be an issue.

A frown appeared on Gemma’s face as she still held her hand out toward me.

“I’d love to give you more time to think, but the connection is going to close soon. You need to make a decision. Now,” Gemma said.

I didn't like that she was rushing me, even if she was telling the truth. I was sure there were thousands of holes in this deal—especially since I had no clue about magic.

“Tobias, time is running out,” Gemma said, shaking her hand in front of me. “Think about it, you’d be young, handsome, and you could use magic on every woman you meet. Sex magic, Tobias. You could have a different woman every night. Or two, if you wish.”

Gemma glanced around the room. “Is this life so good? Is it better than what I offer you? Isn’t it worth the risk?”

Gemma was waiting. I just needed to grab her hand.

New women every day. Even more than one woman at once. I could finally fulfill my fantasies. What other fantasies could I make happen there? I could forget about Fiona and do this while fucking younger, prettier girls than her every day.

I could use magic.

I could explore a new world.

I noticed that Gemma’s body was starting to fade.

I didn't have time.

I didn't have anything to lose, anyway.

“Fuck it,” I said, reaching for her hand and grabbing it.

Then, darkness consumed me.