The Nightmare Wizard

William left the room with clean clothes and a relaxed body. He put them on calmly, feeling that the day was just beginning. Outside, the sun had not yet reached its highest point, so it was an excellent time to train.

Throughout the day, he followed his exercise regimen under Angel's mental instructions. His body responded with greater efficiency: movements were more fluid, reflexes more precise. Although only one day had passed, the difference was terrifying.

"Angel, can you corroborate the effect of the tea on my body?"

"Starting deep scan... scan complete... displaying analysis."

A 3D diagram of his brain unfolded before him, showing the same point he had seen in the morning, but now surrounded by several similar points distributed throughout the encephalon.

"Angel, what am I seeing?"

"After the analysis, these anomalies were found at the cellular level. In the hologram, after a 300,000-fold amplification, it can be seen that the neurons underwent an unidentified mutation. However, they are capable of sending and receiving information twice as fast as before ingesting the Tea of Calm."

Angel's words surprised William, who could not believe what he was hearing. Throughout his life on Earth, one of the greatest obstacles he encountered in the design of the neural implant was precisely that human neural networks could not withstand the maximum load, as they were not designed for such massive external impulses.

"Angel, based on this... how much did your data transfer capacity improve?"

"According to the results obtained, the total data transfer capacity increased from 22.35% to 22.41%."

Although the increase seemed minimal, in practice, his reaction speed had visibly improved.

During the rest of the training, he continued to get used to his new body, finding the results extremely pleasant.

Despite his training lasting much longer than usual, his companions did not withdraw. They waited patiently for him before heading to the dining hall. On the way, William walked thoughtfully, reviewing his last day, which had been chaotic but incredibly fruitful. Firstly, he had discovered how to significantly improve his physical and cognitive abilities. In addition, there was now hope of entering the magical world if he managed to convince Professor Aurus to recommend him to that special academy. And secondly... he could not get the taste of Rose out of his mind. Despite having had many women during his life, he had never tasted a delicacy as delicious as yesterday's.

Upon arriving at the dining hall, the nobles maintained their arrogance, but none dared to provoke him directly. With Captain Irven always lurking, it would be an insult to his authority to start trouble with a commoner.

In the middle of lunch, Dixon asked:

"Hey, Will... what was all that yesterday? Were you with Professor Aurus all night?"

William chewed slowly before answering.

"Yes. Nothing serious. Just tests, questions... the usual. Don't worry. Better focus on your training. Don't get distracted by unnecessary things."

After finishing their meal, everyone returned to the practice field and continued training until it was time for language class. The session was quite simple, so Aurus excused him to leave early.

William headed towards the professor's residence. On the way, he ran into Rose again. This time, her smile was more shameless.

"You don't have to say anything," she whispered. "Just follow me."

She led him to an empty room.

"The Master almost never uses this room, so no one will come," she said mischievously.

Once inside, she took a quick glance on both sides before closing the door very slowly, careful not to make any noise. Then, without saying a word, she lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing a tiny black lace garment, as provocative as it was useless. The fabric barely covered anything, and her dampness was evident. William felt his cock harden immediately, with a painful pulsation that begged for relief.

"Do you like it?" she murmured, without turning, in a lust-filled whisper.

Without responding to the provocation, William approached and simply pushed it aside, exposing that jewel between her thighs: the shining center of his desire and, further up, that large, firm, perfect butt, that seemed made to be held with both hands.

Rose leaned slightly, resting against the back of the bed, and barely turned her face to look at him with a dangerous smile.

"Do it. Here. Now."

William needed no more. He awkwardly lowered his pants, freeing his swollen, throbbing cock. He approached from behind, and without preamble, plunged it into her with a single thrust. Rose groaned loudly, but choked the sound by biting her lip as she clung to the wood.

"Shit...!" she gasped. "Just like that... just like that!"

Dust rose beneath their feet. The creaking of the floor, the smell of old wood, dry earth, and fallen leaves, mixed with the warmth of Rose's body, with her ragged moans, with the moist, rhythmic sound of each thrust.

William held her tightly by the hips, making each pelvic thrust deeper, wilder. His cock slid into her with ease, enveloped in her warmth, in her delicious wetness. Rose trembled, her body shaken by pleasure, her ass bouncing against William's belly.

He leaned over her, kissing the nape of her neck, gently biting her earlobe, and Rose arched her back even further, offering more, wanting more.

"You're addictive..." he whispered, hoarsely.

She only responded with a choked moan, her legs swaying, on the verge of collapse. William increased the pace, with desperate, almost brutal movements, and then he felt Rose tremble beneath him, contracting with an intense, silent orgasm, which left her gasping against the wood.

That pushed him to the limit. With one last, deep thrust, he discharged inside her with a force that made him stumble. His breathing was a mess, his mind, clouded.

Rose remained bent over for a few more seconds, trembling, feeling his essence fill her. Then she slowly straightened up, turning to look at him with flushed cheeks and a satisfied smile.

"If anyone saw us..." she said with a mischievous giggle, "I hope they enjoyed the show."

William laughed, still breathless, and pulled her to him to kiss her tenderly.

"I don't care. For you... I'd do it again."

She looked down, amused, as she skillfully adjusted her clothes.

"Well, be careful, William Rosehart... if you keep this up, I'm going to start thinking you actually desire me."

"And if I do?" he retorted, raising an eyebrow with a twisted smile.

Rose bit her lip, contemplating him for an instant.

"Then... you'd be in trouble."

And with a final caress, she left the room without looking back, leaving William with a pounding heart and a dangerous promise pulsating in his chest, as she muttered under her breath:

"You're the addictive one, kid..."