The Sixth School Ch. 029

Had she been in more control of herself, she would probably have tried to resist his advance. The Town-head's wife, however, was too lost in the throes of pleasure. She barely even noticed as Greg pushed her knees to part spreading her legs open. Her half-lidded eyes closed and she bit a bit more forcefully on her lower lip as Greg's foot traced the length of her inner thigh. Tendrils of pleasure were spreading out through her body from the places where he was in contact with her. Her thighs were trembling even as Greg teased and toyed with her. As a man, his feet were nowhere near as soft or dainty as those of the Town-head's wife. The SENSUAL TOUCH title, however, negated any discomfort they might have elicited and left the woman fighting to hold back a moan that was threatening to tear out of her throat.

"Are you okay?" The Town-head's voice broke both Greg and the man's wife out of the momentary stupor that had taken them and caused them to turn in the man's direction. Apparently, the effect Greg had been having on the woman had been enough that even the Town-head had noticed that something was off with her.

If there was anything close to an Oscar award in this world, then this woman most certainly deserved it. Here they were, each with a foot on the other's crotch, or very close to it. And yet, there was no panic or change in her tone as she spoke. "Forgive me love," She said. "I suddenly feel a little faint," She said, fanning herself lightly with her hand.

Greg could tell that the man was concerned for his wife and reached out for her hand. "You shouldn't overexert yourself," The man replied. "Perhaps I should get someone to take you back home," He offered with genuine care. In that simple exchange, Greg understood why the woman's willpower was so low. She was clearly spoiled by a husband that loved her a tad too much. She had quite literally been sitting down all through their exchange, and yet, the moment she said she was feeling faint, rather than question her, the Town-head immediately went along with it. Greg doubted that there was any excuse she could give that he wouldn't immediately believe. For all his bulk and boisterous nature, the Town-head appeared to be wrapped around his wife's little finger.

A conspiratorial smile crossed Greg's lips as he moved his foot to the middle of her parted legs. His big toe ran along her slick folds there were wet with arousal and came to rest on the pleasure nub that was her clitoris. If asked right after what the hell had been going through his mind, Greg wouldn't have been able to say, even under the pain of torture. He knew he was risking a lot by doing this but a wild reckless abandon had taken hold of him, perhaps partly due to his blue balls, and caused him to do something quite dangerous. As soon as his big toe made a full circle around the woman's clitoris, the dam broke. The woman leaned forward, making a pained expression as she rested her face on her free hand. The look of concern increased in the Town-head and even the others at the table.

Meanwhile, Greg could feel the way her pussy was repeatedly collapsing on itself as a violent orgasm tore through her. Still, full of that reckless abandon, Greg continued to rub circles as best he could around the woman's clit, causing a second orgasm to sneak up on the first just as it was about to peter out. Try as she would the woman couldn't keep herself from letting out a long moan as a shudder ran through her body. Luckily for the two involved, she succeeded in maintaining the pained expression on her face which made it seem like she was moaning from pain as opposed to pleasure. Another lucky thing, as far as Greg was concerned, was the fact that the woman wasn't a squirter. No amount of acting would have allowed them to explain away a dress that was soaked through with her love juice.

"Shalia, help your mother to the carriage," The Town-head immediately commanded when it became clear that she wasn't getting any better.

Letting go of the woman's foot and pulling his leg away, Greg watched as she was ushered out of the room by her daughter on shaky legs. Greg could tell that the Town-head wanted to go after the woman. He, however, held himself back, clearly looking to deepen the relationship between them. Greg, however, spoke before he could. "I am beyond honored that you would wish to stay behind on my account, Town-head," he said in a subservient tone. "But I would be too ashamed if I kept you from your sick wife," He added mankind an expression of both concern and respect on his face.

Given how much the man seemed to be attached to his wife, he had already been conflicted on whether to stay or not. Greg's words, however, pushed him towards the option he'd already been trying to resist. After a long sigh, the man smiled at Greg. "Your concern for my family warms my heart," He said. "Tell you what, to make up for this interrupted occasion, you are invited to come over for dinner at my house tomorrow after your classes with the healer," He declared. "The man, while blind when it came to his wife, was still a shrewd negotiator. He wasn't willing to let go of the chance to win Greg over to his side. He had used what should have been an impediment as a chance to get him in a more private setting where the other three families wouldn't be able to listen in on their talk.

A genuine smile crossed Greg's face as he replied. "I'd be delighted to." If he was going to sink his claws even deeper into the Town-head's wife, then he'd need another chance to interact with her. Greg knew that he was probably playing with fire and could very easily end up in a bad place if he wasn't careful. He, however, had tasted such a perverse delight today and wasn't willing to let go. He'd deal with the various issues that came his way as they did.

When the Town-head got up, the others at the table did as well. Following the man's example, they each offered Greg an invitation to visit their households for a meal, each on a different day. Unlike the Town-head, however, there wasn't as much enthusiasm in any of them. It was only then that Greg realized that none of them had said much of anything at the table.

Thinking about it for a while, however, Greg understood why. To begin with, none of them had even come to this party of their own free will. They'd all probably been assigned the task by someone higher up in their household. Secondly, they each thought of him as occupying a lower position in the social hierarchy than they did. As such, they would consider it to be humiliating and beneath them to try and convince him to join them. If anything, in their minds, he should be the one grateful that they'd even chosen to grace him with their presence. And if all that wasn't bad enough, the final nail in the coffin was the fact that all three families had sent their young ones together. Perhaps if they were alone, they might have made an effort to win him over. But with others in their peer group present, they would sooner die than take the social and ego hit that trying to get in his good books would be to them. As such, not only was the Town-head the one that spoke the most throughout, but even after he had left the event they didn't take it as their opportunity to try and win him over, they just left as well.

Greg didn't mind this in the least, with a smile, he just went back to hosting his father's send-off party and fanning the flames of lust in all the women attending...

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Greg couldn't help the perpetual smile that had been on his face all evening. The day had been a resounding success as far as he was concerned. Not only had he been able to add a good number of the women in the town to the system, but he had also been able to keep the promise he made of giving everyone that attended his father's send-off party something to take home with them. And good as that was, Greg had even unintentionally managed to make the standing of his household rise sharply within the town by having not only the three major families but even the Town-head and his family attend the event. And just as a bonus to top it all off for him. Greg could see the joy that had been in his mother's eyes as they brought the day to a close. Tired as she had been, the woman seemed to have gained some kind of closure after having held this event for her late husband.

All that was without even counting on all the lust points that he had managed to accrue over the day. Roughly a little over a hundred women had attended the party. The BASIC missions for almost all of them had a danger rating of none. This was because the basic missions weren't all that risqué in nature, they were just parts of normal basic interaction. The same, however, wasn't true of the only INTERMEDIATE mission that he had pursued all day of arousing the women. A majority of them had come with their husbands or brothers, those that came with a female chaperone were few and far between. As such, there was a very real danger of coming to some form of harm if the ones that had come with the women had realized what effect he was having on them. As such the danger rating for this second part had swung between low ad average for different women. Despite doing all the BASIC missions with all the women that had come today, the total lust points they gave as a category came to a little over five thousand lust points. Meanwhile, the single INTERMEDIATE mission that he had completed repeatedly with every woman that had attended, owing to its varying danger grade, gave almost twenty-seven thousand lust points as a reward.

All this, however, paled in comparison to his little escapade with the Town-head's wife. It wasn't until Greg saw the SUICIDAL danger grading on the missions he'd accomplished with her that Greg realized just how risky what they had been doing was. If at any point they had been discovered by the Town-head, chances are that Greg would have been forced to fight the man to death. Remembering the size of the man, plus the fact that Greg had expended all his magic points fighting his uncle, his chances of winning that fight would have been negligible at best. Since Greg was the one that had put himself in the situation, Olivia likely wouldn't have intervened. The only way he would have come out on top would have been to either run to somewhere secluded and use the last remaining contained alchemical bomb that he had or to order his familiar to fight on his behalf regardless of whether she wanted to or not.

For better or for worse, however, Greg had managed to pull it off undetected and the rewards were incredible, to say the least!

Ø BASIC - Interact with the Town-head's wife for five minutes.

Lust points: 6.

Danger Grade: Average (X5 multiplier).

Total lust points: 30.

Ø BASIC - Hold the Town-head's wife's gaze for ten seconds.

Lust points: 8.

Danger Grade: Average (X5 multiplier).

Total lust points: 40.

Ø INTERMEDIATE - Turn the Town-head's wife on.

Lust points: 70.

Danger Grade: Suicidal (X100 multiplier).

Total lust points: 7000.

Ø ADVANCED - Grope an intimate part of the Town-head's wife's body.

Lust points: 680.

Danger Grade: Suicidal (X100 multiplier).

Total lust points: 68,000.

Ø ADVANCED - Have an intimate part of your body groped by the Town-head's wife.

Lust points: 840.

Danger Grade: Suicidal (X100 multiplier).

Total lust points:84,000.

Ø EXPERT - Bring the Town-head's wife to orgasm.

Lust points: 7,900.

Danger Grade: Suicidal (X100 multiplier).

Total lust points: 790,000.

Ø ADVENTUROUS - foot-play,

Lust points: 130.

Danger Grade: Suicidal (X100 multiplier).

Total lust points: 13,000.

Ø DAREDEVIL- Without saying anything, grope an intimate part of the Town-head's wife.

Lust points: 5,700.

Danger Grade: Suicidal (X100 multiplier).

Total lust points:570,000.

Total Lust points obtained: 1,532,070.

"The system wants me dead!" is all that Greg could mutter to himself even as he grinned like an idiot at the bounty that he had just collected. The wide chasm between several low-risk missions versus a few high-risk ones was all too clear to see. Even when the low-risk missions involved over a hundred different women, they still couldn't even hold a candle to one high-risk mission. In other words, the system was quite clearly rewarding him for it whenever Greg did something stupid that could potentially end his life. From the Town-head's wife, Greg had gained one and a half million lust points! Not because the woman had been all that hard to seduce, but because with every move that Greg made, he was walking on a tightrope over the abyss. One misstep and his life might have very well been forfeit.

Greg couldn't help but let out a long, slow exhale even as he forced himself to calm down. Once he had some modicum of control over himself, Greg turned his gaze to the top of the COMPLETED MISSIONS tab where the words were glowing in bright golden letters.

THREE FEATS OF LUST ACCOMPLISHED!

Ø Arouse more than a hundred women at a single event.

Ø Bring the Town-head's wife to her first-ever orgasm right under the nose of her husband.

Ø Bring the Town-head's wife to multiple orgasms right under the nose of her husband.

DO YOU WISH TO MERGE THEM?

YES/NO?

Greg wasn't sure what to make of the feats themselves. It would seem that for all the love that he showed her, the Town-head had never really managed to bring his wife to climax in bed! Whether this was because he was a poor lover or just selfish in bed, Greg didn't know and didn't wish to speculate. Instead, Greg couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. Not only had his wife been pleasured by another man right under his nose, but she had even gotten her first-ever orgasm while he watched! It was enough to make any man puke blood if he ever found out!

Greg had been really surprised when he saw the feats of lust at the top of his COMPLETED MISSIONS tab. The last time he'd gotten a feat of lust, a seventh-tier mage had been involved. As such, he hadn't been expecting to see one again any time soon, unless the healer was once again involved. When he'd asked Olivia about it, however, the familiar, who was seated on the floor opposite him, had let out a snort as if it was a dumb question.

"You are a mundane human, master," She had replied. "Even fifth-tier mages rarely come into contact with seventh-tier mages. If getting a feat of lust required a seventh-tier mage to be involved every time, then you would be right, the system would indeed be trying to kill you," She said in a matter-of-fact tone. "The feats, just like the danger grading of the missions are calibrated based on you as the individual, not the target. If you were a powerful mage, then what you had done today wouldn't be considered a feat. But as the weak and largely powerless mundane human that you are, to do what you did today requires a lot of balls, which is why it counts as a feat of lust," She explained.

Greg could see the logic in the familiar's words. What had happened between Greg and the healer was a once-in-a-lifetime event. It was something that could only happen when the stars aligned, not something that any mundane human could be expected to pursue. In other words, Greg had been lucky beyond what words could capture. "What does it mean by merging them?" Greg asked, turning his attention to the other part that he didn't understand.

"Although they are all feats, not all feats are the same, master," Olivia replied. "Don't expect to get the same tier of rewards for these feats as you did with the healer," She explained. "In the one case, you were a mundane human dealing with a seventh-tier mage. In the other, you were dealing with individuals that haven't even reached the first tier as a mage," She relayed. "If you hope to gain the same tier of rewards with this second set of feats as you did with the first, then you are in for a big disappointment," She informed him. Once again, Greg couldn't really argue as he saw the logic behind this.

"But while not all feats are the same, you can choose to stack the ones you do obtain," Olivia went on. "Rather than get several small relatively less valuable or less powerful rewards, you can choose to bide your time, accrue several feats of lust, up to a maximum of ten, that you can then merge for greater rewards than you would have otherwise obtained, " She explained. "The greater the feats of lust that you merge, the greater the reward you will obtain in the final analysis," She revealed.

"Understanding the simple explanation from his familiar, Greg found himself feeling torn. Should he merge the feats now and see what rewards he could obtain from them? Or should he wait and try to stack up more feats of lust before he tried to merge them? It was the age-old tension between immediate gratification and deferred rewards. Getting the rewards now might feel good and prove useful in the present. He, however, might also be preventing himself from gaining much greater rewards in the future! What the right decision to make was, Greg didn't know. Before he could stress himself with the question of which option to go with, however, a new prompt appeared from the system that drove all thoughts about the feats out of Greg's mind.

IMPOSED TEN-DAY DELAY HAS EXPIRED..

SOUL CONDITION HAS REMAINED STABLE THROUGHOUT.

DUNGEONS ARE NOW OPEN...

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