"Now then, take off your shirt," she said, her tone neutral.
Tsk, tsk! Clicking his tongue, Zeta proceeded to take off his shirt, revealing a lean, skinny body.
However, just then, a black shimmering light shone brightly from his biceps.
Seeing the color black, Luna was shocked, because that was the highest level of talent one could awaken.
But that shock didn't last long, as the black color began to shift—blue, purple, white, yellow—as if glitching.
'W-what!???' she thought, her legs instinctively stepping back.
'I-I... aren't rune marks supposed to stay one color? Indicating one's magical talent?... So... what... what does this mean?' She felt sweat gather on her forehead.
"Uh... what happened?" Zeta, noticing her reaction, asked in confusion.
She looked like she had just seen a demon king—terror and shock written all over her face.
'What's so special?.. Do I have some kind of forbidden-level talent or something?' he thought, his mouth twitching.
"Ahem, nothing!" Her earlier cold persona, which had cracked when she saw the glitching colors, returned as she slipped back into her professional mode.
'I... I should talk with his parents... and notify my husband! Maybe he really is a god-gifted talent like never seen before... or some kind of demon rebirthing itself,' she thought, her mind in chaos, though outwardly she wore a cold, composed mask.
"Uh?"
"Ahem, let's start today's lesson." She coughed to clear her thoughts.
"Today, I'll explain what the magic pathway is and why it's so important. Also, I'll teach you a basic spell I learned in a week!" she said, folding her arms, making her breasts pop out again.
'Damn... her husband must be one hell of a lucky dude... to fondle those heavenly lemons...' he thought, quickly shaking the thought off to focus on the magic lesson.
Magic was like fantasy in his previous life, so being able to learn it now—spells that granted power—naturally, he wanted to prioritize that over the NTR mission.
"Magic pathway is a vein-like circuit inside everyone's body. At the beginning, when you awaken your pathway, it's empty. But as you absorb magical knowledge, learn spells, and draw in mana, you form circles," she explained. One hand moved a bit, creating small spells—fire flickering from her fingertips, a drop of water floating above her palm.
Zeta was fascinated. It had the potential to make his wildest dreams come true.
'Damn... if I become a strong mage, won't I have the power to survive the husbands of those cuckolded bitches I NTR?' he thought, imagining himself ruling over a stadium-sized castle, thousands of MILFs chanting his name like he was some kind of god.
Mana is the most important thing when it comes to magic. It's the only way to chant spells and progress in your mage journey," she continued.
"And as you saw—my rune mark—" she said, unbuttoning a portion of her dress to reveal her upper chest again, showing a glowing purple rune.
When Zeta saw her chest again, his gaze lingered a bit too long this time. She noticed. She clearly noticed. But said nothing. Her lips held that same unreadable curve.
'No way she's not used to people staring at those melons like they're the ultimate prize,' Zeta thought, noticing her noticing his gaze.
"Let's move on," Luna said, turning to give him a partial side view that damn near made his brain blue screen.
"We'll start with the wind element. It's the easiest for beginners. Most can learn wind magic in a month at most... and a week at the fastest," she explained, taking a stance.
She raised her hand, fingers moving slowly and gracefully, like she was drawing calligraphy mid-air.
"Watch and learn."
Just then, a gentle swirl of wind fluttered through the room. It lifted the edge of her gown, her long, black hair catching the breeze like silk. For a brief moment, the light danced across her green eyes, giving her an ethereal look.
Seeing magic firsthand, Zeta's mouth curled into a grin.
'Graceful... hot and confident, huh?... A dangerous combination for sure.'
"Now, you try," she said, stepping back to give him space.
'Well... it even takes the most talented mages at least a day or two…' she thought. She had no expectations of him pulling it off on his first try. Even the most powerful mage in the world—Nyx Ravenwood, the youngest to ever reach the Grand Archmagus level—took half a day to pull off her first spell.
However, her smirk started to turn into horror as Zeta mirrored her pose, his fingers spreading as his arm lifted.
And when he repeated the incantation she used, a swirl of wind gathered around his body, making her eyes widen.
"Ventum Primari—"
WHOOSH!
The wind he summoned didn't flutter like Luna's—it exploded.
A small cyclone burst forth from his hand, blasting the wooden table backward and launching him three feet into the air.
"Wha—!" A mix of confusion and shock burst from Luna's lips. But she quickly shoved that aside and lunged to catch him.
Thud.
Her arms wrapped around him just in time... however, Zeta's momentum-or—or fate—had different plans.
BOINK!
His tiny hands landed square on her chest and squeezed.
"..."
Time seemed to freeze. Both of them were silent for a full second.
Zeta, nose-deep in the warmth of her H-cup boobs, didn't move—almost like he was savoring the moment.
Holy hell...
Luna's brow twitched.
But she said nothing. She didn't even flinch. She simply, and slowly, adjusted her grip and placed him back on the floor. Gently. Calmly.
"...Be more mindful of your output," she said, brushing her hair behind her ear. Her voice was smooth, but there was an unmistakable tension now. Like she was trying very hard not to react.
Zeta stood where she'd placed him, his lips twitching upward.
'Did that really just happen? First day in a fantasy world and... I've already faceplanted and squeezed a divine rack? What kind of blessed stat roll did I reincarnate with?' Zeta thought, his hands still tingling from the sensation.
He blinked, then gave her the most innocent expression he could muster. "Sorry, Miss... it was an accident."
Luna let out a soft, closed-eye sigh. "It happens. Control will come with time and practice."
But Zeta didn't miss it.
That tiny shift in her posture. The way her gaze lingered a split-second longer than before.
The slight crack in her unreadable mask.
'Not even half an hour in... and I've already cracked her armor,' he thought. He wanted to grin, but held back—didn't want to give himself away.
On the other hand, Luna's thoughts were in total chaos.
On one hand, she was proud—ecstatic—that her village had birthed someone who'd broken Nyx Ravenwood's record.
But on the other hand... she was deeply confused.
She could see it. The desire in his eyes—a desire no child his age should have.
'...Does having a big dick come at the price of early lust?' she thought, recalling something the elderly nurse once drunkenly muttered to her.
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