It is late in the evening; you really ought to get some sleep soon...

Grinning as you recall how passionately auntie Sophia moaned and squealed while your large, hard cock rammed into her wet, penetration-hungry cunt, you consider your next moves:

"Should I leave the city of Granveith? Or should I first look for something in town that might aid me in my plans? Auntie would sell me provisions for a couple of days' travel at a bargain price... But that’s hardly enough for the long journey of someone aiming to become a powerful mage and put their talents to use while wandering..."

It is late now, so you decide to sleep on the ground floor of Sophia’s house rather than return to the small place in the slums you are forced to rent.

The very house where you’ve hidden that magical grimoire...

Come to think of it, why didn't you just live at your aunt's place full-time?

Ahem... Certain pastimes of yours clearly required privacy...

You engaged in activities you would rather not tell Sophia about...

After a quick bite to eat, you start getting ready for bed.

Lying on the old, worn-out sofa in what used to be the living room (now cluttered with wooden crates full of junk), you close your eyes, trying to let your body - exhausted by the day's events - rest as soon as possible.

Casting those spells has clearly taken a toll on you...

You feel a certain pressure in your head...

Your eyes are watering a little...

After all, today was the first time you used one of your most powerful spells on sentient beings. Those two years of training were filled with something far simpler...

Influencing someone else's mind is clearly more complex than practicing telekinesis by moving a mug across a table from ten meters away...

As sleep gradually takes hold of your body, you think with a touch of anxiety: "The incident with the female guard ended on a pleasant note... but it was risky... It’s unclear how long a magical suggestion lasts when there was no pre-existing inclination for the magic-induced behavior... Auntie actually wanted sex even without the magical influence (the magic merely steered those thoughts and lowered the mental barriers to specific actions)... The female guard’s psyche held no such predispositions... Perhaps for that reason, the spell’s duration and potency will be reduced... And there is a risk that, over time, the person subjected to the suggestion might realize the cause of what happened... After all, the spell doesn't erase memories... Consequently, sudden sex with a stranger is bound to trigger shock and questions... Ahem... I really ought to wrap up my business in this town soon... Otherwise, I might run into trouble..."

Soon, you drift off to sleep...

It is a perfectly peaceful, dreamless slumber.

Waking early in the morning, you quickly eat breakfast and pay your aunt for the provisions.

She hands you a full backpack of supplies.

That should easily last three days, maybe even four...

From the way Sophia casts a shy, flirtatious glance your way, it’s easy to guess that thoughts of the "favor" you did for her yesterday are still on her mind. Shame and a twisted, lustful craving are so thoroughly mixed in this busty slut’s mind that she is clearly bewildered by what just happened.

She likely never realized that you cast a magical spell on her psyche, amplifying the existing behavioral patterns of a sex-crazed bitch desperate for cock.

It seems she thinks she simply couldn't handle the level of arousal and let her own nephew fuck her wet pussy.

"Are you really going away for a few days, Sigard? Are you sure?" - she asks, her voice trembling slightly.

You nod without going into detail.

Naturally, you didn't tell her your true motives.

"Well... Look through these boxes... Maybe you'll find something useful..." - she says, her voice tinged with dejection at the thought of your imminent departure.

You look through the wooden boxes filled with junk...

Old, tattered clothes...

Assorted kitchenware...

Candles...

In the end, you manage to find only a few items that might come in handy.

A small, slightly rusty iron knife.

And a parchment scroll - unrolling it, you realize you’ve found a map of the kingdom's capital and its surroundings.

"Perhaps I should visit a few shops... Buy a weapon, for instance... Or some clothes better suited for traveling... Though I’m running low on funds... Just eight silver coins... Another idea is to ask around the tavern for rumors about the local area and other matters of interest..." - you think, studying the map of the city districts.

So, you gather your belongings...

Auntie Sophia hugs and kisses you goodbye.

Ahem...

The touch of her large, soft, warm tits can be felt even through your clothes...

Your aunt's embrace clearly hints at feelings that go beyond mere "familial" affection...

You leave her house and head toward the wretched hovel you’ve rented in one of the capital's slum districts (specifically, the Shattur’s End Quarter).

You need to retrieve the magic book you’ve hidden there.

As you walk through the dreary, filthy streets of the slums, you ponder your future prospects...

Magical aptitude is an incredibly rare gift...

You’ve been incredibly lucky - not only did you find a valuable magic book, but you were actually able to decipher parts of it and begin learning spells.

"Apparently, judging by the rumors, elves are well-versed in magic... I don't know much about them... I really ought to ask someone about that..." - you think, walking onward without paying attention to the passersby.

Soon, you arrive at the door of your home. Your hand touches the doorknob…

Suddenly, you hear a distinct rustling and the sound of footsteps from inside the house!

It seems someone has broken into your home without your knowledge…

Fear grips your mind, causing you to freeze in confusion for a moment.