First night, over.

Great 30 minutes, by the way. Diana was really in the mood, and dammit, even if my libido is abnormally high, it goes up to eleven when I see the girls lusting over me. Can you blame a guy for being happy he’s wanted?

Won’t lie, though, I went back home wishing we’d done it more. Diana left satisfied, thankfully, but my high libido is a burden more often than not. Still wouldn’t change it. I need it and the girls like it. I’ll live.

When I got home, the lights were out but I heard the TV from the living room. Didn’t need to guess. Mom was waiting for me with Cake on her lap.

“I told you I’d be fine,” I said, smiling at her.

“One day you’ll have kids and you’ll understand. You never stop worrying,” she told me. “So? How did it go?”

“I was… more prepared than I thought,” I told her as Cake jumped off mom’s lap and into my arms. She purred and nuzzled into my hand as I scratched her neck. “I wasn’t that different from working at the coffee shop. Easier in some ways, actually. And… I think the atmosphere works better for me, for several reasons.”

Mom chuckled. “Glad to hear it. It’s only your first day, but it seems you’re off to a good start.”

“Yes.” I nodded, then remembered something and gave it some thought before asking her. “Hey, mom. Do you… have coworkers you don’t like?”

She laughed. “Oh yes.”

I chuckled. “I guess everyone does, huh?”

“It happens. You got lucky at your last job. So now there’s someone you don’t like?”

“There’s the other bartender, a university senior named Dylan. He… kind of marches to the beat of his own drum. Diana thinks his attitude might be an issue, and after seeing him today, I think I agree. We talked to him, so we hope he dials it back a bit.”

Mom nodded. “You’ll have to learn to deal with that. Sometimes you’re **** to be with people you don’t like and have **** but to find some common ground.”

“I suppose it’s still too early to tell, but… Yeah. I’ll keep that in mind. He IS skilled, so it’s no wonder Luke hired him.”

“What exactly did he do, though?”

“He flirts with customers when their partners aren't looking.”

Mom made a disgusted face. “He’s asking for a black eye.”

I chuckled. “It’s what we told him.”

“I’m glad things went well tonight, dear. You have another shift tomorrow, though, so go to bed and rest. I forgot to ask you, but what do you want to do about our Saturday gym mornings? You need your rest, so you should sleep at least until 11:00 am or noon. Do you want to change it for the afternoon or…”

“...” I’d been going to the gym with mom every Saturday morning for nearly a year. It had become a routine, a good one. I didn’t want to lose that. But I would, if not now, then in a month or two. I’d be moving out of the house, after all. But even so… “I don’t need that much sleep. I can wake up at 10:00 am and we can go from 11:00 am to 12:00 pm.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, then. Let’s do that. Good night, dear.”

“Good night, mom.”

I left Cake on the floor and she decided to stay with mom while they finished their show. Considering Isabelle didn’t come out of her bedroom to check on me, I assumed she was already asleep. So much for going to pick me up, right?

I got changed, went to the bathroom and crawled inside the bed in only boxers and a T-shirt. I was feeling fine, but the moment my bed hit the pillow, exhaustion made my body three times heavier and closed my eyelids against my will. I was asleep before I knew it.

***

I woke up to find myself in the bar again. The same lighting, the same bar stools, the same counter, the same bottles in the racks behind it… Except the bartender was a curvy shadowy figure and I was the one sitting at the counter.

“So? What will you have?” Frey asked me, cleaning a glass with a rag.

I chuckled. “Liked the place, huh?”

“It was so good! The sexual energy in there made it feel like home. It’s not enough for me to feed off of since you’re not getting in on the action, but just being there feels good. It does feel like a waste to let all that energy go, though.”

“So I wasn’t imagining it. The atmosphere does agree with us.”

“Yep. And not only that, I was right in believing it would be the perfect training ground for you. The energy of that place lends itself perfectly to sexual magic, meaning you can practice with little to no worries of any kind of backlash.”

“Yeah, I felt that, too.”

“From now on, we’ll draw from your own energy and you’ll try to do things yourself when you’re at work. You shouldn’t have another case of sickness like before, but if you’re feeling tired or lightheaded, you stop.”

“Got it.” Then I remembered something important. “Ah, by the way. There should be a way to turn down my… allure while I’m working there, right?”

Frey groaned and shook her head. “Yeah…”

“Is it difficult?”

“Nah, it’s pretty easy, but… What if you catch the eye of some incredible hottie that would be perfect for you?”

“She’d be there with someone else. Frey, I don’t want to have women looking at me while they’re with their date, or their boyfriend or their husband. It’s gonna cause issues.”

“Yeah, I know…” She sighed. “We might as well see if we can do the same for Diana, then. I don’t like other guys looking at what’s yours.”

“She’s…” I sighed. Diana’s not ‘mine’ but I do get what Frey meant. More importantly… “I don’t mind if they look.”

Frey grinned. “So long as they don’t touch, huh? Mila’s fetish is growing on you, isn’t it?”

“...Maybe.”

“I love it.”

“But yeah, let’s do something about Diana if she agrees. It’s the same as with Dylan. Diana won’t play along, but it’s still better if she isn’t hit on.”

“Mmm. This should be pretty easy, actually. Yours goes without saying, but considering the work I’ve put on the Normality runes, altering perception of someone else’s attractiveness will be child’s play.”

“Think you can have something by tomorrow?”

“Maybe, but… I have an idea. She works there all week, right? Even when you’re not there.”

“Yes.”

“And remember what I said about all that sexual energy going to waste?”

I nodded.

“Well, the spell effect should be simple enough that I could make a set of runes that runs on that ambient sexual energy, meaning you wouldn’t have to be there for it to work.”

“Ah. And that’s gonna take you a bit longer, won’t it?”

“Not much longer. I have an idea of how to make it work already. But yeah, I won't have it by tomorrow. Give me three or four days.”

“Got it. I’ll ask her if she’s up for it tomorrow.”

“Honestly, this might be a better idea than we thought.” Frey crossed her arms, her tone more serious. “Keeping eyes away from a sexy woman in a place filled with horny people… It’ll keep her safe and away from trouble.”

I smiled. “Thanks, Frey.”

“I’ve got your back, kid. Yours and theirs. Just keep having good sex. And encouraging good sex.”

“I’ll try my best.”

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