Charles could no longer restrain himself. In one swift motion, he flipped her beneath him, his skilled hands making quick work of the nun's habit. The fabric whispered against her skin as he bared her body, his fingertips immediately finding their way to her most sensitive places—the hardened peaks of her nipples, the quivering warmth between her thighs. His cock, already rigid with desire, pressed insistently against her stomach as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.
"Oh—!"
As his hips snapped forward, sheathing himself fully in her dripping heat, Hattie's back arched off the bed. A wanton moan spilled from her lips, the sound music to his ears as her tight walls fluttered around his length. Charles set a relentless pace, each thrust driving deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with every powerful surge. Her nails scored his back as she clung to him, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist to take him even deeper.
For thirty exquisite minutes, their bodies moved as one—a symphony of flesh meeting flesh, of breathless gasps and slick, obscene sounds filling the chamber. When Charles finally spilled his seed inside her with a guttural groan, Hattie's climax followed instantly.
Afterward, as he watched the witch diligently dress him, Charles' expression grew troubled. After a long hesitation, he spoke: "Hattie, starting today... perhaps you should stop teaching me magic."
"Go find me some spellbooks. I'd better learn it on my own."
Hattie's hands stilled abruptly. When she lifted her face, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Why? Has Hattie displeased Master?"
Charles shook his head vehemently. "No, it's my fault entirely. Every time you instruct me..." His cheeks flushed as he gestured between them. "I can't control these... urges. It's becoming too distracting."
Hattie bit her plump lower lip, the gesture making her look heartbreakingly vulnerable. "I understand, Master. I'll keep my distance during your studies..."
Seeing her so dejected, Charles couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He pulled her into an embrace, murmuring reassurances.
Ah, damn my weak willpower... The moment she's close, everything falls apart. And once it does, nothing gets done for the entire morning...
Later, the two headed to the kitchen together, whipping up a lavish seafood breakfast with simple ingredients. Charles devoured every last bite—meat, greens, and bread—feeling warmth radiate through his body like a furnace. Energy surged through his marrow and muscles, and he could almost hear the sound of his flesh and bones growing stronger.
Excellent. At this rate, I'll fully recover soon. And when I do... my Constitution might even gain a point or two, no?
With that thought, he returned to his room to practice the spells he'd recently learned. Meanwhile, Hattie ventured out to procure some magic tomes.
In most places, such books wouldn't be easy to obtain. After all, magic—a power so formidable—was a treasure few would part with.
This was Liberl Port—the very place where the Goddess of Magic once manifested her divine miracle, the largest port city in the world.
Countless factions from every corner of the realm gathered here, and its markets buzzed with trade worth billions of gold daily. With enough coin, procuring anything related to magic was child's play.
And that wasn't even mentioning the renowned university within the city's academic quarter—one where the Goddess of Magic herself had once delivered lectures.
Strixhaven University.
Though officially a comprehensive institution teaching all subjects, its true claim to fame lay in its foundational promise: the ability to turn nearly anyone into a spellcaster.
Graduates of this university often sell their used teaching materials, which become popular not only among juniors seeking to save on textbook costs but also among ambitious individuals who see them as their only channel to learn magic.
Thus, in this city, acquiring a textbook for magical study isn't particularly difficult.
However, whether one can master it without a teacher's guidance… is another matter entirely.
Ahem!
In any case, Hattie only needed to step out, walk a short distance to the university district, and she could easily procure these tomes for Charles.
But as her master's loyal witch, Hattie would never settle for merely selecting ordinary textbooks…
...
Three hours later.
"Seventeen… eighteen… nineteen… twenty… pant…"
In the room, Charles suddenly went limp on the bed, arms trembling, gasping for breath.
Between ragged breaths, he couldn't help but lament inwardly: This body is pathetically weak. Even after days of careful recuperation, he could barely manage twenty pushups before collapsing.
How could such a frail physique ever hope to conquer more witches?
He'd need more rest and training.
Just as he pondered his future exercise program, the door swung open. He turned his head to see Hattie stepping inside, clutching a small package wrapped in black cloth.
"Master." She shut the door, then approached with a hint of guilt. "Forgive me, Master. Hattie has been too indulgent in pleasures and didn't save enough coin. So this time, I could only afford two teaching materials from around the university…"
Placing the package on the nightstand, she unfolded the cloth, revealing two hefty spellbooks—one bound in blue, the other in purple. Their covers bore the titles Quandrix Primer and Witherbloom Primer.
"Quandrix" and "Witherbloom" were names of colleges within Strixhaven University. Clearly, these were the first tomes freshmen of the College of Quandrix and College of Witherbloom had to study.
They appeared to be ordinary textbooks. Yet Charles, now sharing Hattie's spellcasting abilities, frowned slightly.
Then his expression shifted. "These books… are magical items?"
He could sense the magic pulsing from them. By sharing her magic power, Hattie had also granted him perception magic—allowing him to instantly recognize these as enchanted tomes.
This meant anyone holding these books, even an illiterate with no magical training, could cast the spells recorded within!
"This…" He gaped. "Hattie, these must've been incredibly expensive, right?"
Magical items like these started at three hundred gold at minimum. And in Liberl Port, even a skilled blacksmith capable of crafting plate armor earned only about two gold per day on average.
A single book like this would cost such a blacksmith five months of wages.
Spellbooks this valuable—and Hattie had brought back two at once.
At his question, Hattie smiled softly, settling onto the bed beside him. "I wanted Master to grow stronger as quickly as possible. With these, your learning will far outpace what ordinary primers could offer."
Charles was deeply moved—but also felt a twinge of shame.
Damn it, I'm being treated like a toy boy she's financially supporting!
No, he had to find a way to earn his own coin.
After all, Hattie had just admitted her savings were nearly depleted.
But… how could he make money?