This is the path of a warlock!
Mortals with extraordinary Charisma often attract the attention of powerful supernatural beings and all manner of strange magical creatures.
In most cases, such attention brings disaster upon these mortals—just as Charles had drawn Hattie's notice.
But on rare occasions, they may seize the opportunity to sign a contract with these mighty entities, becoming their representatives in the material world's mundane society, and sharing in their suzerain's formidable magical power.
Those of this class are commonly referred to as "warlocks" by the outside world.
Without a doubt, this is a shortcut for ordinary people to grow stronger—and it is almost the most suitable path for Charles at this moment. The higher one's Charisma, the greater their Affinity for external supernatural energies, the smoother the process of receiving their suzerain's power, and the easier it becomes to grow stronger in the future!
This was Charles' reasoning. But upon hearing it, Hattie's expression grew troubled: "Master, it's not that Hattie doesn't wish to share her power with you."
"But although my Strength is decent enough within the South Harbor District, compared to the truly formidable beings of the wider world… I am far too weak."
Her concern was not unfounded. While Hattie's Strength ranked within the monastery's TOP3—though her position wasn't exactly secure—compared to the many mighty beings of this world, such as the Supreme Fairy Queen of the Wild Fey, the Archdevils of the Nine Hells, or the eldritch abominations from distant starry voids… she was simply insignificant.
Thus, Hattie worried that if they signed a contract, she wouldn't be able to share much power with her Master, severely limiting his potential growth.
To this, Charles smiled gently and took her hand: "But I believe in you, Hattie. Rather than those powerful beings of immense Strength but dubious intentions, I would rather trust your sincerity."
Besides, it's not like I can encounter those mighty entities right now, so you're my only choice, aren't you?
That was his true thought—but such words would be far too cruel, so he would never voice them.
Gently gazing into Hattie's eyes, he added, "Strength doesn't matter. In the future, we can cultivate together and grow stronger, can't we?"
Instantly, Hattie was moved nearly to tears: "Master—"
Unable to restrain her surging emotions any longer, she lunged forward, pressing her lips to his, then began pulling at his clothes—actively seeking sex—
""Woo…"!"
Caught off guard, Charles found his mouth sealed by those warm, soft lips. Then, he felt a delicate tongue slip between his lips, teasing his own with playful insistence.
At once, a fire ignited in his belly. With such a beautiful woman in his arms, fragrant and supple as jade, all thoughts of contracts fled his mind. He flipped her beneath him.
Leveling up and growing stronger could wait!
"Ah…!"
With a soft moan from Hattie, Hattie gasped softly as Charles flipped up the hem of her nun's habit, exposing milky flesh untouched by sunlight. His calloused palms - roughened by years of manual labor - scraped possessively down her trembling belly, each ridge of his fingerprints leaving invisible brands. When those work-hardened fingers closed around her rosebud nipples, the witch arched with a choked whimper, her pale breasts jiggling as he rolled the stiffening peaks between thumb and forefinger.
Beneath him, the novice witch squirmed with delicious shame, yet her slender fingers worked urgently at the waistband of his sleep pants. The fabric tented obscenely around his erect cock, the swollen head already leaking beads of precum onto the linen. Her small hands guided that thick length against her slit, gasping at the heat radiating from his veined shaft as it kissed her dripping entrance.
"Ohhh—"
"Ah! Master...!"
The chamber echoed with wet slaps of flesh meeting flesh, Hattie's high-pitched moans harmonizing with Charles' guttural groans. The chandelier's glow painted their writhing shadows across the walls - his muscular hips pistoning between her spread thighs, her plump breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. Juices trickled down her inner thighs as his balls slapped against her ass, the lewd squelch of her cunt taking his girth growing louder with each plunge.
When Charles' thrusts turned erratic, Hattie locked her ankles behind his back, milking his cock with tight vaginal spasms. Her inner walls fluttered like a hungry mouth as he bottomed out with a roar, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her womb. The witch mewled through her own climax, her clit throbbing against his pubic bone as her juices mixed with his seed.
Exhausted, Charles collapsed onto the sweat-slick sheets, his softening cock glistening atop his thigh. Yet Hattie remained kneeling between his legs, pink tongue darting out to collect every drop from his still-twitching member. Her lips stretched obscenely around his semi-hard length, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked him clean despite his oversensitivity.
Only when not a drop remained did she curl against him, her heavy breasts pressing into his arm. With eyelashes fluttering over deceptively innocent eyes, she whispered:
"Master,,I've drafted a simple Pact. Would you review it and see if it meets your approval?"
Charles snapped back to attention. Before him,the power of magic coalesced in the air, swiftly forming an ink-green parchment. Upon it, written in pale blue Common Tongue, were the terms of the Pact:
From this day forth, Party A and Party B shall enter into a binding contract. Both parties must strictly adhere to every obligation outlined herein. Should either party breach the terms, the violator shall forfeit their soul to the other.
Rights of Party A:
None.
Obligations of Party A:
Party A shall unconditionally share all acquired knowledge—including but not limited to magic, history, religion, and nature—with Party B. No concealment, tampering, or procrastination shall be permitted under any circumstances.
Party A shall unconditionally share all magical power with Party B. In instances where both parties require the consumption of magical energy, Party B's needs shall take precedence.
Party A shall prioritize their own life's safety at all times, yet must willingly sacrifice themselves if necessary to ensure Party B's survival.
Party A shall be responsible for fulfilling all of Party B's daily needs, including but not limited to diet, lodging, entertainment, and nightlife…
…
Rights of Party B:
Party B reserves the right to declare Party A in breach of contract at any time.
Party B may issue any command to Party A at will, regardless of its reasonableness or feasibility…
…
Obligations of Party B:
None.
At the bottom lay the signatures—Party A already bore Hattie's name in elegant script, while Party B's space remained blank, awaiting Charles' hand.
A single glance at the terms sent a chill down his spine. "Hattie," he said carefully, "don't you think this Pact is… excessively unfair to you?"
If anything, that was an understatement. This wasn't merely unfair—it was harsher than any slave contract he'd ever heard of. Signing such a one-sided agreement, even with a witch as fearsome as Hattie, left him uneasy.
Yet she only smiled, her voice soft as silk. "I fear my loyalty to you may waver in the future, Master. Thus, I wish to bind myself with the strictest terms possible."
Charles reached up, gently cupping her cheek. "But I trust you. And I cannot bear to exploit my most loyal follower so cruelly."
With that, he turned back to the Pact. "Come, Hattie. If you truly see me as your Master, then heed my words. Let us amend these terms."
"First, remove the first clause under Party B's rights…"
One by one, he revised the obligations and privileges, crafting a far fairer agreement. At the very least, Hattie would now only need to share knowledge and a portion of her power—no longer could Charles drain her magic or control her life without consequence.
Truthfully, the new terms still leaned heavily in his favor. Party A remained the sole giver, while Party B's returns were scant, reliant solely on goodwill.
But this way, his conscience rested easier. And silently, he swore an oath to himself:
I will never betray a witch who pledges herself to me in earnest.
Guided by Hattie's hand, he signed his name upon the Pact. The parchment shattered instantly, dissolving into emerald motes that seeped into their flesh.
At once, Charles felt it—torrents of knowledge flooding his mind, vast reserves of power surging into his veins. He offered no resistance, surrendering to the warmth of Hattie's magic.
Ah… So this is what true magic feels like…
He raised his left hand. A sphere of pristine water materialized above his palm.
1st-level spell: Create/Destroy Water.
A flawless success.
The corners of Charles' mouth curled up slightly. He knew that at this moment, he had fully acquired spellcasting abilities and became an outstanding existence among the entire Liberl Port.