Dispelling the water sphere in his hand, Charles immediately opened his system and pulled up his attributes panel. As expected, significant changes were now displayed.
Host: Charles
Gender: Male
Race: Human Subspecies (Silver Kin)
Age: 15
Height: 1.69m
Weight: 49.8kg
Strength: 8
Agility: 9
Constitution: 7
Intelligence: 13
Perception: 12
Charisma: 20
Class: Warlock (Level 1)
Warlock Class Ability:
Pact Magic: After signing a contract with the witch "Hattie," you gain access to her magic power, allowing you to cast spells. Your spellcasting key attribute is Charisma. After at least one hour of rest and meditation, you regain all expended spell slots.
Current Spell Slots: 4/4.
Highest Spell Slot Level: 1st.
Feats: None.
Spells:None.
Cantrip: Eldritch Blast.
1st-level Spells: Create Water/Destroy Water.
Spellbook: None.
Staring at his panel, Charles froze for a moment before exclaiming in disbelief, "Hattie, this…"
The greatest hallmark of the warlock class lies in its unique "Pact Magic" ability. With this feature, warlocks can swiftly restore their magic power through just one hour of rest and meditation—which, in essence, is simply petitioning their suzerain for more magic—before casting spells again.
Every other spellcasting class, whether mage, warlock, or even pastor paladins, requires a full eight hours of rest and meditation to recover their consumed mana.
Only the warlock is an exception.
Of course, rapid recovery comes at a price. Suzerains rarely grant their warlocks too much magic power at once.
A first-level mage typically has four spell slots, while a warlock usually only has two.
As levels increase, the gap widens further: a third-level mage boasts 14 spell slots, while a warlock of the same level has a pitiful 6; a fifth-level mage commands 27 spell slots, whereas the warlock is left with only 10…
Yet, this sole drawback seems utterly insignificant in the face of Hattie's overwhelming affection for him. Thanks to their rather outrageous pact, Hattie has shared nearly all of her power with him, granting him—a mere first-level warlock—the same number of spell slots as a mage of equal level!
And unlike mages, who need eight hours of rest to recover their spell slots, he only requires a single hour to restore all his spellcasting abilities!
This is…
Outrageously powerful!
Ignoring the freebie cantrip Eldritch Blast and the complimentary 1st-level spells Create Water/Destroy Water, an exhilarated Charles flipped over, pinning Hattie beneath him under her tender, adoring gaze, and captured her soft lips in a kiss.
"Woo…"
The room once again brimmed with vivid passion.
...
Four days later.
"This diary is meant to record my daily conduct, to discipline my studies and training, and to avoid indulging in pleasure at the expense of improving my Strength and knowledge."
"Day One: Make love with Hatti."
"Day Two: Make love with Hattie."
"Day Three: Charles, oh Charles, you must not let yourself fall any deeper into this depravity. As the sage said: 'I examine myself thrice daily.' You have so much to learn, so much training to complete—you cannot keep drowning in carnal indulgence!"
"Day Four: Hattie makes love to Charles in the kitchen."
...
"Sigh…"
Lying in bed, Charles let out a long exhale after reading the final entry, closing the diary as he reflected on his actions these past few days.
Why… why couldn't he control himself?!
His peripheral glance caught Hattie beside him, now fast asleep. Her light-green long hair sprawled messily across the pillow like a pond overgrown with duckweed, her lips curled into a sweet smile as if lost in a pleasant dream.
But Charles knew the truth—she was simply exhausted.
During the day, she had to transfer knowledge and magic power to him, help him control his spells, and teach him arcane principles. Yet, truth be told, Hattie wasn't the best instructor—at least, not for a human.
Many of her spellcasting abilities were innate; she didn't fully grasp their underlying mechanics herself. Thus, she struggled to explain how a spell-ignorant mortal could wield them with effortless mastery.
In the end, she resorted to the most primitive teaching method: relentlessly demonstrating the spellcasting process, letting him observe, mimic, and gradually deduce the patterns himself.
However, this "observation" phase required him to press intimately against Hattie…
Thanks to his system-provided kitchen and dorm, he consumed vast amounts of nutrients daily, and no matter how exhausted he was, a single night's rest left him fully revitalized, bursting with energy.
The consequence of such peak physical condition? The moment he and Hattie shared even slight contact, his body reacted with overwhelming intensity within seconds.
This witch, now utterly devoted, never refused any of his requests. Sensing his unrestrained desire, she would immediately halt lessons and gently "assist" him through various means, after which…
After which, he'd spent four days writing that diary.
"No—this has to stop!"
As mentioned earlier, Hattie was a creature of frequent desires yet quick to succumb to satisfaction, leaving her drained and in need of rest afterward.
While their passionate exchanges did facilitate energy transfer, deepening their bond—harmless, even beneficial—the efficiency of such "training" paled in comparison to actual study and discipline. It was downright outrageous!
Stewing in self-reproach, he swore inwardly: "At this rate, I'll accomplish nothing. Tomorrow, I must change tactics!"
"I have to be ruthless with myself—how else will I survive in this perilous world?!"
Fueled by resolve, he lay back and sank into slumber.
The next dawn, as the first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon, Charles stirred awake—not from the light, but from an indescribable pleasure pulsing through his lower body, his cock throbbing with each wet, eager suck.
Looking down, he saw Hattie, now clad in a nun's habit, kneeling on the bed with pious diligence. Her small mouth worked his length with sinful expertise, her lips stretched tight around his girth as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard. A lewd, wet noise filled the room as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock before plunging back down, taking him deep into her throat.
Noticing his movement, she lifted her head with a lecherous pop, his glistening shaft slipping from her lips. A thin strand of saliva still connected her mouth to his tip as she smiled with angelic gentleness, her eyes dark with lust.
"Good morning, Master," she purred, her fingers stroking his length lazily, smearing precum down his shaft. "Did you sleep well?"