Sexy Spell Sodas

Carson Alcanus couldn’t believe at the age of 22, and his love of soda pop, things would lead to anything close to resembling this situation, several naked women with incredibly attractive figures fighting over who gets to have intimate time with him at that moment. I suppose it’s best to back up a bit. It all started seven years ago, back when Carson was 15 years of age. Things were simpler back then, or rather they seem pretty much that way in hindsight, whose to know for sure? As a bit of a soda fanatic, he was obsessed with learning everything he could about every soda there was. He could go on for hours about the nuances of the classic Japanese melon flavored cream sodas seen in anime, manga, and the like and classic cream sodas found in the U.S. like it was nothing; much to the chagrin of most of the people that knew him.

He had purchased those home chemistry sets almost as soon as he was able to for the sole purpose of chemically breaking down sodas to see what really into making them, even finding ways to buy the strait up syrup for them on the cheap when he became a teenager. It was thanks to this he was very good at the math and chemistry portions of school, something that would help him in ways he didn’t know were going to be possible for him, in ways never considered before later on.

Carson like to think of himself as a typical kid, but he was the one who could tell you what kind of soda pop someone was drinking or carrying by the sound of its container opening or the sound of contents sloshing with unnerving accuracy before he even saw what it was. While most kids played out in the yard, he had turned half the yard into a backyard mad scientist station with the sole purpose of studying sodas. By the time he was thirteen he had somehow managed to have sampled every soda brand in North America, Hawaii, Central America, South America, Europe, Japan, Korea, and the Philippines; keep in mind, his parents were basically at the lower end of upper-middle class; but since his mom was in marketing that did help in finding decent deals on everything, like the secondhand industrial refrigeration unit he used for keeping all his samples, which his father also used for storing additional things for the annual backyard summer barbecues, and everyone appreciated the economically available non-alcoholic drinks in the form of extra storage samples and homemade recreations of sodas Carson had on hand in that refrigeration unit.

Point is, Carson was far from normal or typical, everyone figured he was just neurodivergent, but his parents never took him in for confirmation due to his hobbies having academic merit and almost as beneficial to them as they were to him. Then everything changed when Carson was 15. It was a seemingly normal day, he had just gotten word that his specialty soda magazine had arrived at the post office box he had set up for personal deliveries that were on the smaller side to keep from inconveniencing his parents with all that small stuff.

On the way to pick up his new reading material, Carson was suddenly hit by a bright flash of light while waiting at the crosswalk to change, and the next thing he knew he was in what looked like a rural medieval town. While he was still trying to make sense of things, the town guards, who were dressed in what looked like medieval fantasy armor, came to take a look at him, there were only two of them that came to investigate, he would later learn the town only had 3 guard in total. They started talking to him in what sounded like a more archaic form of some kind of European language, Carson found they were just as confused by his words as he was there’s when he tried to respond to what they were saying.

Carson spent the next four or five days in a cell before someone new came to speak with him, an elderly man in what looked like tattered mage robes with a long graying beard that still had a few patches of the brown hair it used to be, they muttered some arcane words and made some sort of arcane gesture before starting their inquiry. To his surprise, Carson and the man could finally understand each other. After a few hours of conversation the man left. A day or so later, Carson was back out of the cell and told he would be under the care of an elderly couple that ran the local general store. It took him a month or two to finally adapt to the language, surprisingly enough. Then like a month or two after that some officials came to the town, requesting all individuals around the age of fifteen, and that’s when Carson learned this was the time of the class assignment ceremony the nation he was in held twice a year.

When it was Carson’s turn, he gave everyone a surprise when he manifested the power of a previously unknown class, often referred as “Secret Hidden Class,” called the Midnight Alchemist. The mark that manifested on both his hands was an alchemical bottle with the full moon resting upon it within a star-themed spell circle. Since it was a typically unknown class, no one really knew any real details, they sent him to learn alchemy from the one person with the greatest alchemical knowledge in the nation, the man known by his class of Grand Alchemist.

Carson spent the next two years under that man’s tutelage, he breezed through the basic mathematics and alchemical chemistry portion of his education like they were nothing, mostly because they were basically expansions onto his already existent knowledge of mathematics and chemistry from before his isekai experience. Not that it mattered much, it just meant Carson got more time to learn the particulars of magic. Which he had been looking forward to for almost as long as he had arrived here, since magic seemed to be something pretty common in the world, a good deal of people back in that small town had been using it even before the whole class assignment ceremony thing.

After he finished his new education, Carson spent the next few years as an adventurer, and all the members of his party were also classes that leaned on the rarer or more unusual side of things. In what seemed like no time, they had all risen to A-Rank and each acquired their own small personal fortunes. After reaching this point, Carson and some other members of the party opted for retirement to pursue other matters. For Carson, this meant buying up a plot of land and turning it into a facility that was basically one part atelier and one part soda shop, he wanted to make sodas to share with as many people as possible. While he had been in his party, he had used his powers and abilities to generate recreations of different sodas he recalled for the party to try as a means of breaking the monotony once a week, they were very appreciative. So, now it was time to introduce this world to its first dedicated soda shop. Little did he know what this whole venture would really end up leading to.