I flood the source with my Lifeforce, pushing as much as I can into it, but then it starts to feel "cramped" with so much energy in there, and I stop shoving more so it doesn't explode. I can still sense the storm wriggling in there and trying to escape or infiltrate my Lifeforce, but with just a bit of willpower, I can push it back.
Neat. Now… how do I beat some sense into this source?
Well, I don't know if a source can feel pain, but I try it, anyway. With my Lifeforce "fingers," I slap the source's energy around, and I feel its resistance start to give, so I beat it twice as hard.
It actually feels… "good" to mess with the energy like this, and I suddenly start to feel like a predator with a cornered prey. It can't run, and it can barely resist, so all the source can do is whine and flail helplessly as I continue "subduing" it. But the resistance only makes me harder…
Erm… I mean… Well, I can't really deny it. It feels like I'm "raping" the source, and it boosts my control of the Lifeforce. I'm just a completely perverted bastard, and my disgusting fetishes come out even when dealing with non-sentient and completely non-sexual objects.
Still, it seems to be working, so I don't care too much about my sense of shame and dignity as I continue with full enthusiasm. Soon, the source's energy becomes completely passive and stops trying to infiltrate my Lifeforce, but I still don't sense that I can "control" it like I can with my sources, so I'm not done purifying it.
I need to take out the "taint," but it doesn't seem to be demon-related, so I need to pay more attention to the "feeling" of this source's magic to find out what it is, exactly.
It feels stormy, obviously, but also wet, cold, spicy from the lightning, fearsome from the thunder, and… unruliness?
This is it. That's what I need to remove, this feeling of rebellion and unruliness. It's time to teach this source obedience!
So I push my "fingers" into the cornered magic and fill it with my rapey wishes. It resists like a bratty girl, but it's weak to my big, manly, beastman Lifeforce.
Obey, you slut!
And I sense the storm's unruliness waver. It's really working!
Slut! Slut! Slut! Slut! Take iii~t!
Then my Lifeforce "fingers" penetrate the magical energy completely, and I suddenly feel like I have the power of a storm at my fingertips!
Yes, yes, yes!
"HAHAH!" I shout triumphantly and stand up as my closed fist crackles with lightning.
"Easy, now. You're not supposed to use the source's magic," Plum sternly cautions me, and I freeze in place.
My tail hits the ground as it flops completely, making me wince a bit. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry," I guiltily reply.
Her unbelievably cute stern face becomes incredibly gentle as she comforts, "It was a very good first attempt, really. But where's the taint?" Then her long smoking pipe materializes in her hand.
Now I stiffen and my tail shoots up in awkwardness. "Oh… I just… 'beat' the source until it responded."
She takes a drag and then sighs, exhaling smoke as she shakes her head. "That's no good. You'll develop Magical Energy Morphism this way."
So I explain myself, "Yeah, I know, but how do I do that, exactly? I just 'penetrated' the source's magic with my own Lifeforce."
She flashes a cute smile. "The Lifeforce that penetrates the source gets tainted, so you must pull it out and discard it. Simple as that."
"I see…" I hum thoughtfully. It's the exact same thing that I did with the demonic corruption of my water spear source, but it seems that the "taint" isn't as repulsive as the corruption, so it just "dissolved" in the rest of my Lifeforce like a cube of sugar in water.
Then she raises her thin little eyebrows as she amusedly remarks, "Still, excellent instincts for someone completely untrained. No wonder you got accepted into the Magus program."
"Thanks…" I shyly mumble, but my tail sways happily, making me even more embarrassed.
And she takes another drag. "Hm… Before I let you on your own, purify a few more while I watch."
--
The next sources go like the first: I look for the feeling or sensation that's about "resistance" or "rejection" while the source tries to infiltrate my Lifeforce, but I just push it back with pure anger, and now, instead of raping the source, I search for the precise location of the taint, then I grab it and rip it off.
I open my palm, and a black cloud of anger and hate appears in front of me but it quickly dissipates into nothing. You're not supposed to smell it as it's raw magical "taint," but Plum made me do it the first time so that I could identify it, and it's honestly indescribable aside from "bad, real bad."
"You're a fast learner, Fiubun," she happily remarks and exhales smoke out of her nostrils.
"Thanks," I shyly hum. Her pipe smells flowery but in a comfortable and nostalgic way that makes me feel at ease.
But the pipe suddenly explodes in a small shower of sparkles. "I'll leave you to it for now while I tend to the shop, but I'll inspect the sources you purify later," she calmly continues.
"Understood, Miss Plum…" I reflexively answer, mildly startled at what just happened.
And she sweetly hums, "Just 'Plum,' please."
"Alright, Plum," I repeat, her tone quickly soothing me.
"Good boy," she suggestively adds, then turns around and flies away with her little butterfly wings as a chill runs down my spine.
This little woman…
--
After getting myself back under control, I continue on purifying the cores, and while it's a rather "repetitive" task, it's also very enlightening. Getting into contact with so many different kinds of magic is simply amazing.
Being able to control storms, grow quills coated in poison, see through a floating spirit eye, possibly raise zombies (can't exactly test that one), spread viruses or germs, breathe flames, weave clothes with my fingers, cover my body in a sort of smoke coat, turn my fur into nails, blind others with flashes of light, mimic whatever speech I hear. Everything just sounds so fucking fun.
Then I encounter a source that doesn't activate my magicsight. Without knowing what it's about, it suddenly becomes dangerous as I don't know what it might do to me. To stop the unruly source's magic from infiltrating into me I have to consciously stop it with Lifeforce, or else it just goes through without resistance, which is why illusions are so dangerous.
I only know that because the Scriptures of Magic have a section about them. They say that if you feel magic being used on you, run, especially if it's a monster. I did let myself get affected by the mimic that one time, but Sis and I were being dumb and reckless, so the Scriptures were still correct.
But why is my magicsight not turning on?
I put the little black sphere on a cushion so it doesn't roll off and stare at it intensely. This is a bit of a muddy situation since I don't know what to do, but the reckless scholar-me and Magus-me are encouraging me to be reckless. Kitten-me, normal-me, and even tiger-me are taking a stand and stopping the two, though, so I'm fine.
What about using the Strangler's power?
I hum thoughtfully and extend my hand… but then I suddenly stop as an odd sensation takes over me. There's something… odd with that thought. It's like I'm "afraid" of it, but at the same time, it feels strangely comforting.
It isn't wrong, though.
The Strangler's power seems to have a stronger "will" than just Lifeforce, so maybe it would be safer to use it? Well, it's definitely not safe, safe, but I guess "safer"… and put some ink in those quotes because… yeah.
The Strangler's power is perfect for controlling other powers.
That's right… the Strangler is the safer option to test a power while Lifeforce is better to purify the cores. But I can't purify it if I don't know what sort of energy there even is in there.
Yeah, I can do this.
So I access my Strangler's energy and push my veins out, then I gently touch the dark little orb and will the energy to carefully pull out whatever it is that's in there. I wait with held breath for any feelings or sensations, but it takes a good minute before something happens.
And a purple vein suddenly jumps out of the sphere then grabs mine. It surprises me so much that I jump backward and trip on my own chair. The source is still attached to me through the Strangler's red vein, so it's swung around wildly, but then it detaches for some reason, and it flies away as I fall on my back.
But I hit something soft and gentle with my back instead of the ground, and it isn't Plum's bed. I turn around and see that it's actually some sort of semi-transparent cushion as I only see the blurry ground, then I hold my breath as I wait for the sound of the source shattering, but I hear only a dull thud as the source hits the floorboards.
My eyes finally find it, and I see the little black sphere of… "glass," I guess, just bouncing a few times, then it rolls towards Plum's plants…
And a purple mouth full of saw-like teeth suddenly comes out of the orb then takes a bite out of the plants.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I roar and jump up, then I access one of my sources and conjure a spear of water. But it suddenly disintegrates, and then I feel my veins start to burn, making me howl in pain, "HAAAAH!"
"SKREEE!" the source's "mouth" screeches in pain then retreats into the little dark orb again, and the pain instantly ends.
"What the fuck…!" I exclaim with a heavy breath, scared and wary of whatever the fuck just happened.
"A 'rotten' source," a cutesy voice comes from my right.
"AHH!" I scream in surprise and jump away as I notice that Plum is right beside me.
"You're a very jumpy kitten," she teasingly remarks with a very cute giggle.
"How did you come so fast?! I didn't even notice you, and did you see what happened?! It ate a plant! There's a whole mouth inside the source, and it's alive! It even tried to grab onto me! But what was that thing that dissolved my water spear?!" I exclaim, launching word after word at a fast pace as my heart is still full of fear and confusion.
She just calmly holds her hands behind her back in a casual and composed posture as she answers, "That was Disruption, an Antimagic spell that The Cushion of Cushions uses in case of danger, and it was also the Cushion who teleported me here, but not in time for me to see anything." Then she glances at the source, which is completely lifeless again. "The taint of demonic corruption in that source is quite obvious, though."
Now I'm becoming more curious than scared, so I reflexively question, "Taint? I couldn't feel anything from the source."
This surprises her, so she raises her thin blonde eyebrows and floats closer as she stares at me intensely with her pretty purple eyes. "Huh… I guess the demon inside you is being naughty," she calmly remarks as she looks me up and down.
"Wait, what?" I blurt out, suddenly very concerned.
"Demonic corruption grows a demon inside you that takes over without you ever noticing," she answers, her voice so calm and casual it takes a moment for it to really get through me how serious this is.
"W-what about the treatment, I'm doing it just like Pufaia told me to!" I exclaim as I grab red gem of Pufaia's necklace and show it to Plum.
"Yes, but being near demonic taint empowers the demon inside you," she kindly points out, looking like her age for once.
"Oh…" I hum and frown concernedly. What if I get in contact with another corrupted source? How am I going to keep doing this job?
"Don't worry, Cushions is reliable," she reassures me, though it kinda sounds like she's bragging.
"What is-… you mean the spell-spirit?" I question curiously and look around, but the odd "bed" of air is gone, so there's no sign anymore of the spirit.
"Yes," she hums but doesn't elaborate, making me feel like she's teasing my curiosity.
"Thanks, I guess…" I awkwardly say out loud to the spell-spirit, And I suddenly feel a gentle hand give my head a few pats. It actually feels good and even helps me relax.
Must be a very powerful spell-spirit to be this smart…
But then the hand goes away, so now I sigh and ask the question that's making a hole in my stomach, "So, what now? How do I deal with that source?"
She shrugs and answers with a snort, "Throw it away. It's rotten, after all."
"Isn't it a waste?" I reflexively ask. Sources are so valuable that I can't imagine throwing one away like that.
But she answers decisively, "It's too dangerous and too much of a pain to purify a source that's like that. Sometimes the corruption even comes back, so it's better to just not sell it."
And I nod in understanding. "Oh, I see…" Then I frown again as my worries come back. "But now I'm worried because I couldn't detect the corruption. What if it happens again?"
"Hmmmmmm~…" she lets out a long, exaggerated hum and scrunches up her cute little face. She's also slowly floating upwards, which gives me a view of her… small pink panties, the kind that barely covers up anything, allowing me to discover that she does, indeed, have blonde pubes. But then she suddenly brightens up and gives me an excited… and dangerous grin, snapping me out of my horniness. "How about I teach you blood refining?"
"Yes," my mouth moves before my brain can catch up.
She crosses her arms and legs, striking a mature-looking pose that doesn't match her looks. "I love how eager to learn you are," she replies, her tone starting to drop.
"Well, it's my one quality," I joke, trying to look confident, but it's hard to do so under her gaze.
And she's slowly looking me up and down like a chef with the new catch. "I can tell you have a few more…"
I don't know how to answer that, so my eyes just turn away on their own as a chill runs down my spine, then I awkwardly scratch my furry head.
"Alright, I'll behave," she purrs, and I see that she's smirking suggestively at me. "Sit back down down while I teach you."
Her stern order makes me feel like a twig, but I obediently follow, then patiently wait for her to begin. She uncrosses her legs, allowing me to peek at her pubes again, but I don't dare stare while she's acting so serious.
She also deliberately waits an awkwardly long amount of time, and I'm pretty sure she's testing how obedient I am, but I don't mind. "You've read the Scriptures, yes? So you must remember that you must refine blood before using the magic in it," she suddenly continues, staring at me with a very satisfied smile.
I do like a bit this sort of test, so I eagerly answer, "Yes. It's a good source of magical energies but it's taboo to use it without refining while it can very easily cause Magical Energy Morphism if you don't do it properly."
She nods twice, pleased. "Good, so I'll be direct. You can refine for something else than just the magical energies and then use the Morphism for your benefit."
But then she just stops there, so I remain in my seat, confused about what she just told me. It takes me a moment to actually come to this conclusion, but scholar-me sees no other answer but Morphism to what she said.
"Won't I become the monster?" I ask confusedly and tilt my head.
This was the "right" answer though as her dangerous grin returns. "Not if you properly refine the useless characteristics."
And I immediately notice the prints in the mud. "H-how?!"
But she smiles wryly and turns around as she dramatically ponders out loud, "Now that is a question… Normally, trial and error, but we can do better since I'm an endless well of knowledge."
Then she smugly glances at me, but I just raise my eyebrows at her bragging.
"Yes, I'm humble," she sarcastically continues and crosses her little legs as she becomes serious again. "Let's start by finding a focus for your refinement. The demonic corruption inside you is giving you some trouble, so let's refine it until it's more 'submissive.'"
I think she's actually trying to act serious by hiding her panties from me. Then I remember something and worriedly ask, "Is that alright? Won't this interfere with Pufaia's treatment?"
She waves her little hand dismissively. "It'll be fine. She's doing 'weed control' while I'm doing 'weed genetics.'"
"I don't get it…" I mumble embarrassedly. I didn't pay attention to biology classes that much.
"She's preventing it from growing while I want to alter what's there to be more beneficial," she explains again in more understandable terms.
"Oh, okay…" I hum with a nod.
But she suddenly becomes serious and floats closer, her purple eyes staring at me intensely, making my twig-like posture harden up. "But this is also heresy, so don't tell about this to anyone."
"Why is it heresy?" I ask, my curiosity overpowering my fear of her.
She instantly returns to being casual, though her legs are still crossed. "We aren't purifying it into pure magic power, so it counts as blood magic."
"Huh…" I hum and look down as I fall into deep thought, but then my head suddenly jerks up again as another thought comes to me. "Can I use it to refine my half-beastman sister's blood and make her into a pure?"
Her expression changes subtly, becoming complicated in a way that I don't understand, but "disgust" doesn't seem like the correct word. "Yes, you can do anything you want, though I advise you to… test it on 'subjects' before you try it on someone you like."
"Wait, test it on real people?!" I exclaim in horror.
She frowns in response, and I feel like she's about to strike my head in annoyance. "No, you dummy. Only the real evil bastards would do that, but humanoid monsters and even animals serve as 'subjects.'"
"Alright, yeah, I'm not doing anything like that," I immediately reply. I'd rather stay away from that sort of gruesome stuff unless it's really necessary, and Sis is just fine being the hot half that she is.
She nods and agrees, "And you shouldn't… at least not until you've learned enough at the Academy." And her tone is returning to being "dangerous" again.
"I won't," I reflexively answer.
Her eyes narrow, making her seem sexier than usual, and she lets out a very beastman-like purr, "Good boy…" Then it's gone and she's back to being a sexy little eccentric. "But moving on, let me take a bit of your blood so that I can see what's in it."
I nod. "Oka-… wait…" But something comes back to my mind.
Wyrd…
"What is it, kitten?" she firmly questions.
I'm not sure if I should tell her about that, though. It just seems like it's such a bad thing.
"Out with it, kitten," she insists more sternly.
I lower my head and mumble. "I don't know-… I'm not sure-…"
But she rolls her eyes and groans, "Ivies whip me, I hope you find your balls soon."
"Wyrd… he showed me something," I give her a little to test the heat.
But she immediately becomes excited. "Oh, now you have to tell me this."
"It's… it's heresy," I reply, now becoming concerned about why she's so positive about heresy.
"And I'm about to teach you how to commit heresy, boy!" she chastises like an old granny… well, she is one, but I guess this is the first time she acts like one.
Still, there's another reason why I don't want to talk about this. "I know, but it still feels bad! I'm pretty sure Wyrd wanted to fuck with me!"
She cools down and pulls back, lightly flapping her butterfly wings, then uses a serious tone to explain, "I think you misunderstand Wyrd. He likes to cause chaos, but he doesn't have anything against individuals."
Now I'm puzzled. "But… he still showed me something bad, right?"
And she continues, back to being a wise crone, "Chaos can be both good and bad. Wyrd wants to be entertained, and the fact that he chose you means that you have the potential to become powerful." And she points at me with her cute little finger, damaging a bit her image.
I sigh and put the worries away, then I let scholar-me take over again. "How do you know so much about him?"
She floats closer to my face and grabs it, forcing me to stare at her pretty purple eyes, then she whispers with such intensity that it gives me chills, "For the same reason I know how to teach you a heretical technique. I'm insatiably curious, dangerously so." And she releases me before my boner starts to actually come out, so I easily control it back.
I press my legs against each other and awkwardly chuckle as I reply, "Okay… I guess you might've already seen what Wyrd showed me, then."
She nods and grumbles in agreement, "Exactly, so out with it."
So I breathe in to give myself time to gather my courage because that memory isn't a pleasant one, then I let it out all out, "He showed me… I don't know how to explain; he simply taught me how to do something. It was a vision of a Touched putting a black flame on the tip of a needle, then he pushed it into his eye socket and through his skull until it touched the ectoplasm. That allowed him to pull the raw demonic energy through the needle, and he used it as food."
"What a riveting experience it must've been," she hums amusedly, her wings flapping even though she's still in the air.
"I don't know what 'riveting' means," I reply, slightly annoyed at how happy she sounds. Wyrd was extremely unpleasant and scary, so I'd like at least a bit of sympathy.
"Fascinating, captivating, intriguing," she casually explains.
"I was mostly terrified," I quietly grumble.
And she nods. "Understandable, but you said that it 'taught' you?"
Now I focus on my memories, but things are fuzzy and abstract, so I don't know how much I can say with confidence. "I can repeat the movements and… some of the magical manipulation. I don't know how to create the black flame, though."
"You can learn it after we refine the demonic energy in your blood," she dismissively replies.
That sounds like something bad, and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with this "bad" if it's handed to me like in the vision. "But what will I use the ectoplasm energy for?"
"That's not ectoplasm, that's raw refined demonic power," she corrects like a teacher.
"And what will I use it for…?" I ask again, containing my annoyance.
She hesitates to answer, and I see her expression slowly warp into a sly smile. "Don't you want more power?" she asks with a mysterious tone. I think she's either teasing or testing me… probably both, really, and it's making me feel like she's more of a brat than a crone.
"I just want to tame the corruption," I state confidently for once.
She rolls her eyes and floats away as she offhandedly remarks, "Fine… Wyrd has his eyes on you, anyway, so it's just a matter of time."
I can only frown at that. First the Silent Watcher, then Wyrd, and now Plum is messing with me. I'm thankful for the help, but it feels like Wyrd and Plum are doing this just because they want to have fun, and I'm starting to resent that. Even the Watcher couldn't give me a moldy coin, so only Mother actually helped me because she felt like it was right.
But Plum interrupts my thoughts. "Moving on, we need to draw some blood, and the amount will depend on how fast you can learn this," she continues, now assuming a teacher-like tone again.
"Alright…" I just hum back and get myself into "school behavior," my "self-contained" demeanor so that I wouldn't get into trouble with the teachers back in school. At least this time I actually want to study.
--
But she's actually a good teacher. Patient and good at explaining things, which is important because this technique is very "abstract."
Blood refining is basically the same as magic source purification by using Lifeforce to leech the unwanted "stuff" out, except that I take out anything that doesn't feel like it's screaming "be submissive." Plum also has to use a bunch of tools and spells to check if the blood is becoming closer to what we want, but I don't actually know what we want. I just keep imagining that I'm "dominating" that demoness and the cursed tree, and it seems to be working, somewhat, so I guess I'm doing something right.
"How are you drawing out your Lifeforce?" Plum curiously asks after finishing another batch of blood tests.
"Hm?" I immediately hum, suddenly feeling tense.
"Beastmen normally use emotions to draw out their Lifeforce, so how do you draw yours? What emotions do you use?" she casually continues, and I feel her purple eyes pressure me, though it's definitely unintentional.
I look away, feeling like this is worse than everything I've told her so far. "Uh… it's embarrassing."
"More embarrassing than admitting that Wyrd visited you?" she wryly questions and floats closer, allowing me to feel her flowery perfume… and the idea of telling it to her starts to arouse me. But then she prods me with a smug, "Hm?"
And it actually annoys me. She's always so smug, so bratty, so… rapeable… and I suddenly confess with a blunt tone, "I imagine me raping women." The last of my sanity prevents me from saying "raping you," though part is because it wouldn't be true since I only met her yesterday, but I will start thinking of raping her from now on.
"Wow, that's great. It fits you perfectly!" she exclaims and clasps her hands, her butterfly wings flapping like a happy dog wagging its tail.
I just blink… confused at her happiness, to say the least.
Then her eyes turn away and she begins to ponder, her voice gradually taking a teacher-like tone again, "But this also explains why the blood isn't refining as well. Your Lifeforce is too tainted, and I bet there's some sort of feedback loop happening as the 'rape intentions' mix with the demonic corruption."
"Uh…" I mumble and blink twice.
"What?" she hums back, and gives me a look as if I'm the one being weir-… odd. Well, I am odd, but she's definitely odder.
"I don't even know what to say. Aren't you disgusted?" I blurt out, starting to feel outraged at how casual she is about this.
But once again she surprises me by being even more vile than I am. "Rape is an excellent punishment for misbehaving Fae… and it's because of this and other opinions that I don't live among them anymore!" she happily exclaims with the sweetest smile, and though this is very creepy, I'm pretty sure she's playing it up for effect.
And everything she does just makes me hornier.
She suddenly narrows her eyes as she sees the bulge grow in my robes, though in a teasing way, then she turns her cute little foxy face to me again and whispers sultrily, "But you better stop drooling like that. I said I'd behave and I won't let you tease me; we have work to do!"
"Okay…!" I meow back as I struggle to force the red club back in.
--
I have to switch up a bit the way that I activate my Lifeforce. Instead of imagining me raping Pufaia or Plum, I imagine the pleasure that I'd get from doing it. It's much harder and less effective this way, so I can't just stop imagining rape now if I want to succeed as a Magus, but it works to reduce the "taint" in my Lifeforce, and so we eventually have success in refining my own blood.
Plum fills a syringe with my refined blood, then points up with her little indicator, but my magicsight triggers, and I see some "herby" green magic gather right above the finger. After a couple of seconds, a green, spherical sponge grows out of the ball of magic, then she stabs it with the syringe and injects the blood in. She stares at it for a few seconds as the plant-like sponge gradually becomes red, and then it suddenly starts to pulsate like a heart.
"What is that…?" I ask with a whisper, both awed and disgusted.
"A fake Rrshhioh heart. You people call them 'dryads,'" she answers in her usual chipper and casual tone, then extends her little arm towards me.
I step back as I attempt to repeat the odd grunt she made because I believe that it's a name, "R-… 'grruushiioh'?"
"RR" she rolls her tongue for a short second. "Shhi," she hisses like a cat. "Oh," she hums loudly.
"Okay…" I mumble back, not even daring to try to pronounce that.
Then she chases after me with the heart, but there's a wall at my back so I have nowhere to run. "Here it is, and remember to keep it a secret, even from your roommate."
"It's… heretical?" I worriedly ask and very begrudgingly extend my paws.
"Very. I made it artificially, but I don't think that the Crusaders will care for the distinction," she answers with a giggle and drops it, making a wet squelching sound.
"Oh…" I grunt from both concern and disgust, but then a wisp of magic comes out of it, and Magus-me takes over. "Is it really alright for me to have such a valuable thing?"
"Is it valuable if I can't sell it?" she asks back with a snort.
"There's more value to things than just money," I answer, surprised that Magus-me can be so wise.
She smiles kindly and touches my nose with her finger. "Good answer. But moving on, you need to use this to help refine your blood. Squeeze a little bit of it every day and drop it onto your wrist for easier absorption. It'd also help if you used the blood as a focus to refine more of it yourself at the same time."
"I get it…" I hum and stare at the heart as it pulsates, starting to feel conflicted about this "gift."
And she giggles at my very obvious disgusted reaction to the gruesome thing. "I'll just help you with this first dose, then we're finally done, and you're back to work, kitten."
"Yes, Mi-… Yes, Plum," I mumble, almost using an honorifc.
--
At first, the injection of refined blood does nothing, but as the hours pass, I feel more "calm," and not in a normal way. I guess it's confidence…? I don't know how to explain it, but it also helps clear my mind, and now my "imagining" of the sources' powers becomes clearer.
Then this very long day finally ends, and I hide the… pulsating, fake dryad heart in my trunk, under all of my clothes, but I have to make a little cavern otherwise the pulsation is noticeable. The heart doesn't need any sort of energy, and it'll eventually "die" one day, so I have a limited time to make use of it.
And I will use it.
Every day becomes better with each drop of refined blood that I absorb. My mood, my strength, my magical ability, and even my intelligence. I feel like I'm at the top of the Realm. I feel like a king living a different life from the common people who I used to belong to.
But I already am living a different life. Even if I don't get into the elite class, I'm already going to be trained as a fucking Magus, and not just any kind either, I'm gonna be a Royal Army Magus!
Ego-me has been born, I guess…
Though ego-me isn't all bad because his confident swagger is drawing more eyes of the sluts during bath. Walking in with my cock out and swinging isn't something that most beastmen have the balls (and cock) to actually do, but this is no problem for ego-me. I'm also taking pleasure in slowly washing my hard cock as they watch.
Cumming in front of strangers like this is actually bad manners, though, so I'm holding back on it until I get even more confidence. Still, doesn't mean I can't later cum spears to them, and I'm sure they're flickin' to me, too. I'm starting to accept that beastmen culture is all about thinly veiled sexual situations, and I'm seeing a lot of fur from halves among the women.
"You've been in a good mood lately," Georgo remarks as I hungrily stare at the gobbo waitress' ass. It has a subtle but delicious shake as her uniform is suspiciously tight, but then she returns to her little elevator at the center of the breakfast table, and my attention is freed.
"Pufaia's treatment has been doing wonders to me," I lie as easily as I breathe.
"That's actually great to hear. I even saw Ulpare ignore you to bark at the other trainees," he kindly replies and starts to eat his soup.
I look at my sandwich and frown. "That doesn't sound good." But my food does. I love me the thick meat sandwiches the kitchen makes as they're always dripping with wood-colored sauce.
"He only barks at the bad ones," Georgo explains with a snort.
"Oh. Well, I guess it does sound good," I hum and finally take a big bite.
"Unless you want his attention," he adds offhandedly.
"Pfft," I blow air, but that spreads crumbs everywhere, so I quickly clean them up while Georgo rolls his eyes. Then I finish chewing and swallow before I continue, "I'm a tiger and he's a wolf."
But Georgo gives me a confused look. "What are you talking about? If he was a tiger too would you date him?"
But now I give him a confused look. "What are you talking about? I'm just saying we just naturally avoid each other."
He lowers his spoon but starts to very awkwardly roll it in his hand while keeping his eyes away. "Oh, uh… it's just that… the way you said it sounded, uh… gay."
And it makes me let out a deep chuckle. This feels nostalgic, this oddness and confusion about things when talking to humans, so I explain as I dive into nostalgia for a second, "Hub used to say that to me. What's with humans thinking that what we do is gay? Touching dicks isn't gay."
"Touching-… what?!" he exclaims just like Huba did the first time he heard this story.
And I start to rant a bit, "You know, when it's two dudes pissing in a single trough. It's fun to play around and spar, but it isn't gay unless you're jerking off just like how it isn't gay to give a man a handshake."
His reaction is funnier than Huba's though. He just stares at me for a long couple of seconds, and he even stops rolling the spool in awkwardness, then he suddenly starts to quietly whine, "Fiubun… what the fuck are you talking about? No, wait, this is breakfast, let's not speak anymore or else people will overhear."
I chuckle and just continue eating my sandwich… though I finish it in two bites.
Humans are so odd… I think they're afraid of each other.
--
--
Hall of Fame of Patrons
The patrons who support the Realms shall have their names sung by the bards for they deserve the glory and honor. Their names are:
Prince Sakari Saastamoinen.
Prince UncontrolledEngie.
Lord Andrew Meyers.
Lord Maurice.
Lord Paul Daval.
Lord d3235.
Lord Leadpoison.
Lord Vitalica.
Lord Black Unicorn.
Leave a rating or a review to help me rise to the top or fix my shameful understanding of prose.
Take a look over my blog. It's currently only for the Rupegia novel, but I'll eventually add Heretical Magus to it. It's at: https://manasongwriting.wordpress.com/
Join the Discord and discuss, or rant, or meme, or try and fight me so your waifu gets more screentime: discord.com/invite/3GqMxQc
Become a Patron and read Heretical Magus chapters in advance. For readers of Rupegia, you can read the side-stories, or leave your mark on the story, or help choose the next artwork or the next side-story. See it at: patreon.com/manasong
Come watch my Streams to hang out with me as I play cool and/or old games at: twitch.tv/manasongwriting
Take a look over at my Twitter as I post about a variety of things at: https://twitter.com/ManasongWriting