Making love at the place of the God of Law

In a secluded mountain valley far from the city's hustle and bustle, a naked but not particularly muscular man frantically unleashed various spells. Although they were all basic spells from different branches of magic, his exposed back revealed that he was actually quite young. The intervals between spells grew longer and longer. The young man bent over, panting heavily, then squatted down on the ground like a fool and laughed.

An old man emerged from a carriage in the distance, unmarked with a family crest, and approached the man behind him, carrying a set of noble attire. He respectfully said, "Young Master George, we should go back." He then helped the man put on the clothes. The man let the old man help him dress and comb his hair. Having just vented his frustrations, the man, with his back to the old man, chuckled, "Old Anton, do you think I should continue pretending to be a clueless idiot who can't fight or use magic?" The old man tried hard not to laugh out loud, but he couldn't. He chuckled, "Haha, looks like someone in El Parland is going to suffer. Let me think, is it Dodge of the Ashton family? Or Kant of the Pratt family?" "Old Anton, you're getting wiser and wiser."

The man, actually only a teenager, was named George Menerson, a fortunate yet tragic child. As the only male heir of the Menerson family, George's life was destined to be brilliant, but unfortunately, he came into this world with a seal. Legend has it that a demon was sealed within the Menerson family's only son, so the gods placed a restriction on him, preventing him from learning any martial arts or magic. In this world of swords and magic, men who couldn't learn martial arts, couldn't wield a spear, and couldn't ride a warhorse almost always had a nickname: "sissy." Only a small group of people possess a "Core Weight" within their bodies, either naturally or through modification. This Core Weight is a symbol of the ability to learn magic, a symbol of nobility, as every distinguished magician requires vast sums of gold. Many commoners born with magical abilities fail to achieve anything because they cannot afford expensive magical texts and experimental materials.

The Menason family, with a surname steeped in art but having risen to the ranks of the empire's elite through military prowess, clearly wouldn't allow their sole heir to become a useless failure. After discovering during his initial training that George couldn't learn knighthood, the previous patriarch, George's grandfather, had to seek an examination at the Magicians' Association to determine if he possessed a Core Weight, but the result was regrettable. Thus, the Menason family had no choice but to accept George as their unfortunate heir.

Fortunately, just three days prior, on George Menason's sixteenth birthday, a strange restlessness within him seemed to threaten to burst forth. Learning of his unfortunate situation from old Anton, George thought he was going to die. He secretly told old Anton, removed the family symbol, and came to this remote mountain valley. As he removed his shirt, preparing to face death, he noticed the seal on his abdomen had shrunk. Old Anton saw a faint glow emanating from George's body, a sign that his magical energy exceeded the core's reserves. Having already left Elparan City, Old Anton didn't have time to call a mage to assess it, and could only tell George to try casting a spell. Thus, George, who had possessed a vast amount of basic magical knowledge since childhood but had failed due to the lack of the core, finally released his first spell. Overjoyed, George continuously practiced the spells he had learned over the past ten years, confirming every difficult syllable and obscure word. Feeling the magical elements firsthand, George was ecstatic, spending money like a nouveau riche until his core reserves were depleted.

After disappearing for three days, George returned home without revealing to anyone that his seal had loosened and he could cast spells. Instead, he went back to his bedroom to study some intermediate and advanced spells. Jenny, a maid with large buttocks and breasts, sneaked into George's room. This wanton maid, whose desires had been cultivated to a perverse state, hadn't experienced pleasure for three days. When she saw the unmarked carriage, George's personal property, drive into the manor, she swayed her enormous breasts like a harlot, eagerly awaiting her summons. However, George, lost in his magical world, had clearly forgotten a certain moment. Thus, the thirsty Jenny, risking whipping and being sold to the lowest brothel, entered the master's bedroom without permission. Upon entering, Jenny hadn't even had time to undress before seeing the flame in George's hand. Astonished, she almost forgot her original purpose, standing naked and dumbfounded watching the flame extinguish and then conjure a block of ice in George's palm—a truly spectacular sight.

In fact, it was completely illogical for George, whose core energy had only recently been depleted, to be researching high-level magic at this time, as he simply didn't have enough core energy to support his chanting and could only cast the most basic and lowest-level life magic. Just as he was about to conjure a block of ice to clear his head, he saw Jenny, her clothes half-undone, revealing only her two enormous breasts, staring blankly at him. He realized he'd forgotten his performance in his focus, and casually tossed the ice to her. Jenny, snapping out of

her daze, looked at her master with a puzzled expression. George grinned mischievously, "Use this." After a brief moment of stunned silence, Jenny, understanding perfectly, removed the clothes she'd been wearing, moved to a spot where her master could clearly see every part of her body, sat on the ground with her legs spread, and put the ice in her mouth for a while. When she took it out, it had shrunk into a small, oval-shaped ice ball. Jenny was twenty-four years old. Six years ago, her father had given her as a gift to a farmer in exchange for the right to cultivate a small piece of land. However, the gift disappeared before it was even opened, and later, by chance, she ended up as a maid in the Menason household. Jenny, secretly called a slut by all the maids in the Menason household, was actually a virgin, a secret unknown to everyone. At the time, George Menason's older sisters, who couldn't stand their servants being prettier than themselves, kindly gave Jenny to their underage brother. In the aristocratic circles where training maids was fashionable, the lucky Jenny, with her two ample breasts, became the plaything of the Menason family's sole heir. That year, George was fourteen, and Jenny was twenty-two, as he began to develop.

Two years ago, after being forced to masturbate naked in front of George with tears and shame, Jenny gradually grew to enjoy the feeling of masturbating like a prostitute in front of her young master. Strictly speaking, the once-naive George had become increasingly handsome and charming, to the point that every time she masturbated in front of him, Jenny would achieve multiple orgasms within an hour. Before the liberation of the nuclear arsenal, George, who had a slightly paranoid tendency, once said, "You're the one with the devil inside you!" Now

, the already handsome young master George had become a great and noble magician, which intensified Jenny's pleasure. The immense excitement made her hands tremble as she held the ice cube. The ice cube, moistened with the naturally melting water and saliva, caused an instant orgasm the moment it touched Jenny's clitoris, the icy sensation sending her shivering. Jenny then circled the ice cube along her labia majora, the coldness turning her once fair and tender vulva bright red. Her entire vulva was wet; she couldn't even distinguish between icy water, saliva, and vaginal fluid. Finally, when the ice cube was only the size of her thumb, Jenny inserted it into her already slick vagina. The temperature difference made her scream uncontrollably, "Ah, so cold!" "So comfortable, so numb, ah, ah, it's getting smaller, I don't want it!"

The ice finally melted, and the icy water mixed with her vaginal fluids slowly flowed out. Lost in the abyss of desire, Jenny looked at George pleadingly, hoping he would 'bestow' her another ice cube. Only then did she realize that George, who had been dressed impeccably and watching the 'performance' with a judgmental gaze for the past two years, was now completely naked, revealing a body that wasn't particularly strong but was well-proportioned. Between his legs was the 'spear' that Jenny had fantasized about day and night, yet also feared—how majestic and powerful it was! Despite being a virgin, Jenny knew how to please a man, so she instinctively rolled over and crawled in front of George, like a female dog, raising her head and licking his penis with her tongue, sometimes taking it into her mouth, sometimes licking the outside, and occasionally attacking his scrotum. It seemed that the virgin, often called a slut, truly possessed the potential to be one.

The Imperial Code stated: "Anyone over the age of sixteen is a youth." This law subtly implied that those over this age had the right to enjoy sex. Although this precept was dispensable in aristocratic circles, George, who aspired to be a magician since childhood, strictly adhered to it, because the first sentence in the first magic book he opened was: Magicians must be rigorous, magicians must be serious.

Jenny tried several times to swallow the entire penis, but failed each time because it was too long. However, with each deep throat, the entire penis became covered in sticky saliva, radiating a strong, lewd aura under the light. George, who had entered adulthood three days ago, finally couldn't overcome his desire and bent down to caress Jenny's large breasts. The beautiful Jenny had dreamed many times of her handsome young master caressing her breasts, and now her dream had come true. With most of the penis in her mouth, Jenny couldn't help but let out moans. George stretched out his index fingers and began to tease her already hard nipples. His slender fingers seemed to have a magical power, making Jenny uncontrollably twist her plump buttocks. The pleasure made Jenny's saliva secretion increase, and she made lewd "slurping" sounds as she sucked saliva during oral sex.

Seeing Jenny swaying her breasts and hips as if possessed by a lustful demon, George finally lost his temper. He muttered a curse that Jenny didn't understand, "Damn it! Since I've failed, I might as well go all the way!" With that, he grabbed Jenny, threw her hard on the bed, forcefully turned her plump buttocks, and aimed at her vulva from behind, penetrating her body amidst her extreme excitement and fear. "Ah, so good, so tight." To George's surprise, Jenny's slightly cool vulva, which had been 'chilled', seemed to have a will of its own, preventing his penis from going any deeper. Jenny also experienced a brief shock amidst the happiness and pain of giving in to her first time.

The blood that came out during the thrusting surprised George. He had always thought that Jenny, with her hot body and wanton behavior, was as cheap as others said. Who knew that this woman who had spread her legs and masturbated and moaned in front of him countless times was a virgin. George couldn't help but sigh at how crazy this world was, and then felt a little regretful. His rough actions just now were like those of an uneducated savage. So, with a bit of pity, George slowed down and reduced the force. Upon regaining consciousness, Jenny bit her lip, trying hard not to cry, after sensing the slight change in her master.

Gradually adapting to George's size and no longer feeling pain, Jenny finally experienced true sexual pleasure. Her plump, raised buttocks involuntarily swayed in rhythm with George's thrusts, each movement creating a mesmerizing wave of pleasure. The immense pleasure from each impact on her deepest, most delicate flower was like a demon devouring her soul; the climax caused Jenny's body to contort in ways that almost defied human anatomy. Inside her vagina, the spasms of orgasm gripped George's penis like gentle bites, making George, who had seen countless erotic pictures and was himself a virgin, involuntarily exclaim, "Oh, Jenny, you're amazing." The latter, recovering from her orgasm, turned back to give her master a lewd, robotic expression, her fingers in her mouth, her eyes hazy with desire, and said, "Who says my young master isn't a knight? His lance is still inside me!"

These words were like a clarion call; George slapped Jenny's large buttocks hard, leaving a pink handprint as he laughed and cursed, "Little slut." Then, like a knight, he began his second round of thrusts. George, victorious in the first round, was unstoppable in the second. The harlot Jenny was completely defenseless, only able to fight with words: "Ah, young master, you are so powerful, ah, so big, so long, knight, your spear, ah, is going to pierce my body, ah, ah, master, young master George, conquer me as you please, I am your slave, ah, ah, ah, I can't take it anymore, ah, I'm going to die, ah, God ah ah ah." George,

also experiencing intercourse for the first time, finally couldn't control his psychological and physical pleasure after hearing such lewd and wanton moans. He ejaculated the world's first semen into Jenny's body, who was trembling and breathing heavily from orgasm. The hot semen hit her flower, causing the dazed Jenny to blurt out: "Ah, what is this? So warm and comfortable."

George slowly withdrew from Jenny's body, watching the liquid mixed with semen, love juice and blood flow out of Jenny's body and drip onto the ground. Jenny, feeling numb and boneless, struggled to her feet and helped George tidy his clothes. After he dressed, she watched him resume his study of the magic book, then quietly cleaned up the mess with a rosy complexion.

On the desk piled high with magic books, there was one whose title was only visible on the first page. This unsigned book, thinner than any other magic tome, bore only one sentence on its first page: "Desire is your greatest enemy. It will make you dull, cowardly, greedy, and irritable. This is something you should fear."

George, having failed to overcome his desires, gently closed the so-called tome he had only read one page of. Slightly tired, George closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Why fear desire? Fear? Ridiculous!" He then suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming with a sudden enlightenment, and reopened the 'absurd' magic book, reading it page by page. This was a boring tome entirely dedicated to describing the basic theories of magic. George persevered and finished it. On the last page, he found this passage: "If you've had the chance to see this far, I apologize. That last sentence was said by that old bastard Carol. Don't take it seriously; it's a load of rubbish! Desire is a mage's friend, especially sex. It makes one mature, optimistic, gentle, and humble. --Urban." Then came an ancient Gordon phrase: "Learn to read from the last page."

George's hands trembled as he held the book. This nameless magic book, which, judging by its thickness and font, could only be considered a diary, was actually written by Urban. Even worse, several revisions clearly indicated it was a handwritten manuscript. No wonder he dared to call Carol, the only great archmage whose name was posthumously granted the title 'Saint' by the Empire, an 'old bastard.' Who was Urban? Almost everyone knew that, regardless of nationality or race, he was the only person in nearly two thousand years since the Cataclysm to reach the pinnacle of the magical realm. The revered Mage's Guild was forced to create a new title for this mage—wanted as a great heretic in life but recognized after death: "God of Magic."

George, who knew a little Old Gordon, painstakingly translated the last sentence and, following the God of Magic's instructions, read it backwards; it was still some magical principles. Puzzled as to why the last sentence was written in Old Gordon, George suddenly understood, closed the book, and asked the old butler, Anton, to have it translated into Old Gordon.

Looking up at Jenny, who was busy cleaning up the 'battlefield,' whether intentionally or out of trust in George, Jenny wasn't dressed. Kneeling on the ground, she diligently wiped away the traces of their previous lovemaking. However, blood wasn't so easily removed, and Jenny, already exhausted from several orgasms, was covered in sweat, her large breasts swaying. Having truly experienced the pleasure of sex and been deeply immersed in it, George rallied and prepared for action. Two virgins, both having lost their virginity, frantically demanded from each other.

That night, Jenny, who had waited until she was twenty-four to become a woman, was completely conquered by George, who was only sixteen and a few days old.

[The End]

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