"Fireball!"
"Ice shards!"
"Wind burst!"
"Spark!"
I pant heavily after casting so many spells in such a short ti. Sweat covers from head to toe because I’ve been standing under the sun in the yard the whole session. Today is the last day of my seclusion and the final day of training basic spells.
During this period, Lilith didn’t co over either—she’s been training at her own ho. We originally planned for her to join , but her clingy sister wouldn’t let her leave.
Aleena has also been swamped these past few days, stuck in her lab with research. As a mage who can use Advanced magic, nobles, corporations, and wealthy clients constantly commission custom spells from her. Crafting spells is basically like coding and understanding multiple programming languages, except it’s coding on absolute steroids.
I had studied the blueprint of each spell carefully and learned how Mana actually interacts with a task.
The next mont, I brush the dust off my body and head inside, straight to the dining room. My food is already waiting on the table, different dishes covered up.
Aleena has been making breakfast every day despite her tight schedule—she still carves out ti to cook for . In return, and to ease her burden, I usually wake up early and clean the entire house.
I guess it’s high ti we hire a maid.
Suddenly, while I’m eating, a call cos into my phone. The na on the screen is Lasawani. I’m surprised—she hasn’t called since I requested a one-week leave.
I pick up.
{Hello, Jacob.}
"Isn’t it against the rules to refer to your colleagues by their real nas?" I ask in a teasing voice, feeding her own dicine right back to her.
Her voice goes silent for a few monts.
{If everyone starts throwing real nas around the studio, there won’t be any professionalism left. Besides, I get to call you by your na... after all, you’re the only one who gets sopping wet just by being near you.}
"Sigh. Just go straight to the point," I cut her off.
{Fine. I don’t know why you keep treating like a piece of shit, but I won’t give up. Have you checked the stats on you and Lola’s video lately?}
"No, I haven’t," I answer truthfully.
{Unbelievable. Your video with Lola has averaged over seven hundred thousand views across different sites in just a few days, plus shit tons of engagents and new followers. Total views across all platforms since I last checked are around thirty million! And they’re still climbing. Boy, you’re about to make a huge bag off your first video. I knew you had it in you the day I laid eyes on you!}
I sneer inwardly at her last sentence. More like she knew I had it in after tasting my cock. Still, I’m shocked hearing this news as I hadn’t checked the stats these past few days.
"Wow. Thanks for telling . I had no idea the video would perform this well. Is there anything else you want to tell ?"
{You’re as cold as ever. You should be saying sothing like, "Co over to my house and get your reward for being a good girl." I’ve been giving you a lot of privileges, you know? Like approving your one-week leave imdiately and giving your video priority upload when there are tons of others waiting in the catalogue.}
I sigh, hearing the genuine pain mixed into Lasawani’s rambling. She really has been nothing but helpful. People in the studio are already starting to notice how much she favors . Maybe I have been too hard on her.
"You’ve done well, Lasawani. Keep that cunt clean and spotless until I resu, okay? Then I’ll give you your reward," I say in an authoritative voice.
{Really?!!!} Her loud, excited voice bursts through the phone. I can practically imagine the wide grin on her face.
"Yes."
{Good. Good. I’ve kept my cunt clean the whole ti. I haven’t fucked anyone since that day. I’ll be looking forward to you fucking again!}
With that, she hangs up without waiting for a reply.
Sigh. I really wanted to ask her for Lola’s contact. Well, I’ll apologize to Lola once I return to the studio.
After eating, I take a bath and dress up in a slightly expensive outfit—the kind nobles wear. Besides cooking for lately, Aleena has also gone on another shopping spree. She buys all my clothes now and always seems to know exactly what I like and what fits perfectly.
She bought quite a lot for our trip to visit her parents next month. It feels like Aleena can’t wait any longer to make her husband. Lilith’s older sister has also been asking about my plans to officially marry her sister. The pressure is building, but everything should be fine since we all agreed—no kids for now.
I lock the main door, step out of the yard, and take a bus to the expensive district of Alowood, where Baron Halver lives. Today’s the day I finally hear the deal he wants to propose. I even got him a really nice gift on the way, one that fits him perfectly.
"Oh, Jacob. Finally, you’re here! Co on, take a seat," the Baron gestures, and I sink into the plush chair.
We aren’t in his usual office this ti. I’m inside his actual living room—the one he shares with his wife, kids, and core maids. When a noble invites you here, it ans he’s co to trust you.
"It’s my pleasure to et you once again and to receive such an honor," I say respectfully, my eyes sweeping over the grand yet deceptively simple living room. A closer look reveals that the chairs, artworks, and small artifacts all cost a fortune.
"Haha, you’re being too humble, Jacob. Aside from being Aleena’s husband, you’ve earned my full trust, that’s why I want to deal with you again. I’m also glad you brought a gift." The Baron smiles as he unwraps it.
Not bad. Calling Aleena’s husband already? Doesn’t feel half bad. Can’t wait to be married to my two beautiful wives.
"Oh, you got a hat? How thoughtful—and exactly my favorite color!" Baron Halver’s eyes light up as he puts it on, grinning like a kid with candy.
"Yes, my lord. I noticed you love green hats, so I got you several," I say with a bow, an extrely evil grin curling across my face.
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