The Sixth School Ch. 039

Greg knew that there were many other approaches that he could pursue to beat the dungeon. He, however, had a stubborn streak to him that wouldn't allow him to let this first route go until he'd beaten it. As such, Greg had spent the last month getting a PUTRID rating on each of his dives. Frustrating as it was, Greg also found that he loved the challenge each dive presented to him. The dives would have quickly grown stale and boring if it was easy to beat. To beat the dives he'd have to employ cunning, planning, and a generous amount of daring. That is what made each dive such an adventure.

Regardless of how each dive went, however, Greg would be completely out of it afterward. The toll that each dungeon run would take on him would leave him feeling like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the back of his head. A nasty headache, nausea, lightheadedness, deep fatigue, and so on. These were symptoms that Greg had grown used to experiencing over the past month. Greg had taken to diving into the dungeons only after he was on his bed. That way, when he came out, he would just allow himself to drift off to sleep.

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"Extend my sincerest apologies to your father," Greg calmly spoke after a while of silence. Insufferable as the girl may be, her father was still the Town-head, there was no need to antagonize the man unnecessarily. His family was still part of the town, and Greg didn't wish to complicate their lives by making enemies left, right, and center. If a simple apology is all it takes to avoid future troubles, then Greg was more than happy to oblige. "I've been completely occupied training under the healer," Greg continued. Much as he didn't want to be the kind of person that hid behind the names of others, Greg knew that mentioning the healer would make it impossible for the Town-head to be too hard on him for his negligence. After all, it wasn't Greg that the Town-head was after, but rather, the connection to the healer that association with him would provide. "Let your father know that I'll be joining you for dinner tonight," Greg stated calmly before walking past the girl without another glance at her...

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DO YOU WISH TO BUY SEXUAL INTENT PANTS FOR 30,000 LUST POINTS?

YES/NO

Greg couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at his familiar. It was once again the end of another taxing day learning from the healer. A day that involved being pumped full of manna, being taught how to formulate a proper sentence in the human tongue, and being reprimanded for his awful handwriting. Greg had managed to get in a few kisses and gropes between lessons, but much to Greg's disappointment, ever since the healer had established that there weren't any traps hidden inside the scroll and had begun to truly dive into its secrets, she'd been like a woman possessed. She honored her promise to teach him, but other than that, every other moment was completely dedicated to her research. And so, much as Greg would have loved to spend an hour or two extra with the healer, he was now back inside his room getting ready for the dinner he'd been invited to at the Town-head's house.

"What are they?" Greg asked Olivia.

"They may just be the thing that makes this night interesting while at the same time keeping your head attached to the rest of you," The familiar replied cryptically.

With his tally of lust points at close to eight million, Greg was willing to go along with the familiar's whims out of curiosity. Soon enough, Greg found himself wearing a pair of black pants that were made from a high-quality fabric that made this probably the most comfortable pair of pants he'd ever worn since coming to this world. But other than comfort, Greg couldn't see much else that was unique about the pants. Turning to Olivia, Greg had the silent question written all over his face.

With a smile, Olivia walked over and reached for his crotch.

Greg's eyes went wide, not because of Olivia's behavior, but because despite still having the pants on, he felt Olivia's warm palm come in contact with his dick. Turning to look down, Greg found that indeed, the feeling was no illusion, his familiar was quietly fondling his rapidly hardening cock. There wasn't a hole in the pants and his fly wasn't open. Greg could feel the pants still on and comfortably around his waist, they hadn't loosened even a little bit. And yet, he was looking down at his thick veiny cock being gently massaged in the familiar's hand. They might as well have been renamed 'Schrödinger's pants', the front part of the pants were both there and not there at the same time.

"The pants have two simple functions, master. The first as the name suggests, is to sense sexual intent. If someone reaches for your naughty bits with lascivious intentions, as you can very well see, the pants will grant them easy access. Say, for example, that someone seated across from you at the dinner table decides to play footsies with your little monster down there," Olivia whispered in his ear. Greg's eyes went wide even as his memories of his first meeting with the Town-head's wife and the implications of the pants' ability hit him at the same time. "They won't be impeded by some silly fabric getting in the way," She informed him in a sultry tone that sent shivers down Greg's spine. "The effect also applies to you. If you reach down for your crotch with naughty intentions in mind, then you won't have to bother with buttons or pulling your pants down," She explained.

"The second function, " Olivia continued, her hand letting go of his stiff manhood, "Is to hide what need not be seen," She declared. As soon as the familiar let go, the pants were once again whole, looking no different from any normal pair of pants. What caught Greg's attention, however, was the fact that there wasn't even a slight bulge in his pants. With how hard his dick had been and still was, he had expected the pants to be tenting out, and yet, they were completely flat. "The pants have a hidden space that allows you to be as hard as you wish without anyone being any the wiser. You could have a ten foot hard on, and it wouldn't even have a slight bump," Olivia explained. Greg couldn't help but reach down to pat where his dick ought to be. True to the familiar's words, it wasn't an illusion hiding his dick. The pants felt completely normal as if he was flaccid. The only reason he wasn't panicking was because Greg could still feel his dick attached to him, nothing had happened to it. According to the familiar, it was just hidden in another space.

"This way, even if you were to play footsies with the Town-head's wife under the table, you could easily get up from the table without having to fear revealing anything you don't want seen," The familiar explained.

It now dawned on Greg why the familiar had said that the pants could both make the night interesting and keep his head on his neck. With them on, should the Town-head's wife try anything, Greg could take things a notch higher and get to enjoy the full experience, rather than having to feel her ministrations through fabric. On the other hand, the risk of the Town-head picking up on what was going on because Greg was sporting a bulge in his pants was completely eliminated. The man's wife could be giving him a foot job in one second, and in the next, if she breaks contact with him, all evidence of what she'd been doing would be gone in the next!

"But what if someone touches my crotch without meaning to?" Greg asked. He could envision a scenario where someone brushed up against him accidentally without meaning to. What would happen if his dick was suddenly in their hands?!

The familiar just smiled and reached for his crotch once more. This time, however, her palm was stopped by the soft fabric of the pants. "Accidental touches won't trigger any reaction from the pants. In fact, Even if someone were to cup your crotch, so long as the act wasn't motivated by a sexual desire, the pants wouldn't react," She assured him. "That, however, doesn't mean you don't need to be careful. If someone that is sexually interested in you 'accidentally' brushes against you while you are in public, or are in a compromising position, things might get a bit... awkward," The familiar warned with a mischievous smile. Greg could tell that she wouldn't mind seeing the chaos that would follow such a scene.

"Now tell me, how do I look?" The familiar said before waving her hand over herself. Greg watched as her usually bubblegum-pink hair turned to a deep, raven-black shade, the jet black falling in curly locks just slightly past her shoulders. Her golden eyes turned a vibrant green that almost seemed to sparkle under the light. Meanwhile, the rest of her features softened so that rather than a woman in her mid-twenties, she looked no older than Greg who was just around eighteen years of age. The dress that materialized around her body was the perfect mix of classy and scandalous. It hugged each of her curves in an almost licentious way, teasing at what lay beneath while hiding it from view. There was no hint of overexposure anywhere on her. Nothing was revealed that shouldn't be and yet at the same time, it almost felt like it was covering less than it should. It perfectly walked the line of reserved and yet tempting at the same time.

"S... stunning," the single stammered word was all Greg could offer as he was caught up in the familiar's allure.

"Perfect," Olivia chirped as she looped her arm around his. "We'll have so much fun," She announced looking positively giddy.

"What do you mean?" Greg asked, his brain taking a second to put together what she'd just said. "You plan on coming with me?" He asked.

"Of course I am. The easiest way to ensure that someone doesn't see something that you don't want him to is to make sure their eyes are fixed on something else," She stated with a mischievous smile. "Don't forget what I once told you, master. Only a fool believes that everyone is a fool. Just because you got away with something once, shouldn't make you think that you can always get away with it. That's actually how most people end up getting themselves caught," She advised.

Greg could immediately understand what the familiar was getting at. She would be the distraction that kept the Town-head occupied in case Greg chose to fool around with the man's wife. Much to his surprise, however, a part of Greg was conflicted about this approach. Regardless of the complicated relationship he had with Olivia, Greg wasn't willing to have her use her body in service to another man just so he could fool around with another woman.

A smile crossed the familiar's face, his concerns not hidden from her. "Don't let the disguise fool you master, I am still a second-tier mage. No one in this town can get me to do anything I don't want to. Also, you underestimate me, master. As a creature of lust, I have an almost endless number of ways to wrap a man around my little finger, even without touching him," There was an almost dangerous gleam in the familiar's eyes as she said this. If the flames that drew the moth in could have eyes, they would look exactly like the two emerald orbs that were now fixed on him. "You don't have to worry though, master, I am yours alone. No man shall ever have the joy of touching me unless you permit it, " She asserted. "Now, let's have some fun," She urged as she ushered him out of the room...

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