"What is it that you want?" Kael asked with his gaze to the floor.
"I just want your cooperation with something," Vyra responded.
He looked around, covering himself with his hands and avoiding eye contact with her.
"Are you okay?" she asked, noticing that he was in a weird position, seemingly trying to hide something from her. "I can sense mana coming from your mark. Should you be worried about that?"
Before she finished her sentence, she pushed his arms away from it, and she saw it. His shaft, brimming with mana. Her eyebrows raised, surprised at the sight. "What the hell is this?"
"This is my dick; I can't touch it!" he answered, putting his hand on the door, watching it pulsate in front of a woman he had just recently met. His face blushed as he felt a bit embarrassed. Vyra, on the other hand, seemed more curious than disgusted.
"And what's the problem with it?"
"I can't bring it down if I can't touch it!" he replied, his face beaded with sweat from desperation.
I should ask her for help, but how do I do that?! This feels much more awkward than I expected. She is also not saying anything.
"Hmm, that's a problem, I think. Anyway, come. I have someone to introduce to you."
"What, introduce me to whom? I should deal with this first," Kael responded as he watched her hand grab his chest. Pull him to the hall and hastily dragging him to the kitchen.
"Wait! Wait! Didn't you listen to me? If I don't take care of this, something bad might happen!"
"I've checked; you are not dying, so there is nothing to worry about."
Give me a break, it not about dying woman!!!
Kael watched as he was dragged all the way to the kitchen, of course. With Vyra's power, it was futile to put up a fight. And since he had that hard-on, he had to focus on being dragged without feeling too much pain.
"Here, woman! This is also part of the package." Once Kael had crossed the kitchen door with Vyra at his side, he noticed in the corner of the room. A young, stunning woman in a rather awkward dress. Cooking something in a big iron pot; the smell coming from it was particularly amazing.
Kael very much knew what that was: a vegetable soup. Of course, after one entire day without eating. His stomach growled. But now, hunger was not the biggest of his issues.
The woman hearing Vyra's words turned around and—
"Aaaahhhh!" she screamed, with her gaze directly turned to the odd thing in the room.
"What is it? Why are you so loud all of a sudden?"
Vyra looked back to Kael, failing to realize what the big problem was. And what triggered such a reaction.
"Vyra, it's this." Kael pointed to his penis, and her eyes followed. She saw it, but her expression didn't change.
"Yes, what about it?"
"What do you want to do to me?" The girl crouched as if she were trying to find a place to hide.
"I didn't plan on doing anything. I just wanted to show this, this thing. If it tastes good, you can use it too!" Vyra pointed to Kael, and his groin moved.
"It's twitching! Take it away from me!" the girl screamed, pointing one of the knives at them.
Vyra has zero sensibility... And Elin is transgression incarnate; the poor woman isn't lasting a week. Also, she seems to enjoy describing me as an object.
"I'm sorry, lady! I—" How do I explain this? It's difficult to explain, isn't it? "I was training in magic, and something bad happened, so I can't bring this down."
"Is that what happened?" Vyra whispered, giving a puzzled look.
Kael then murmured back to her, "No. It was Elin; I don't know what she did. But I can't touch, and it doesn't go down." The mage put her hand on her chin and began to think.
"So we only need to bring it down right, and she will be fine, right?"
"Perhaps."
Vyra glanced back at the girl who, by now, was shaking in fear. Barely able to move. And challenge her again. "You know, making a meal proved to be far too easy for your talents!"
She grabbed Kael by the collar and brought him closer to her. The stranger felt intimidated. But before she could raise her knife, Vyra waved her finger. Making the knife fly far away.
"Don't come closer!" the girl exclaimed, but Vyra seemed completely unbothered by it.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. I think cooking has already guaranteed your position here. I have another offer." The mage snapped her fingers, and the fire that was boiling the water extinguished.
"But that was far too easy for me to teach you magic as well. So here's another challenge: you seem to know what these things are. So solve this problem, and you will make yourself the most powerful mage you could ever imagine."
"What?!" the girl shouted. "This—" she then fixed her eyes on it, holding herself at the edge of the counter.
Damn Vyra. You are immediately throwing problems at this woman; also, where the hell did she come from? It doesn't even seem she's familiar with you... Did you just bring her here?!
The girl felt torn about the strange offer. Still, she clearly wants to be a mage. One that would overcome the shame of doing this sort of task. "F-fine."
"Oh, that's what I like to hear. You know, my teacher always used to say that communication is the root of all evil—or was it society? I'm not sure; I don't remember."
The girl slowly shifted her gaze to Kael's eyes, asking with a soft yet deep feminine voice, "What do you want me to do?"
What do I want her to do? Wow, that's a powerful question. I should try to ask her to help with her hands. Still, this feels wrong, abusing her desire to become a mage.
"Yes, Kael, answer. What do you want to be done? It looks like you know something, but you're ashamed to tell," said Vyra, putting her hands on his shoulder, instigating an answer.
"Y-you could give me a hand."