The wizard yawned.
“Why do you like me being… locked up like this?”
Was Ash’s magic teacher really a senile, sadistic, perverted old man?
If his late mother found out, her ashes would probably shake the urn.
“I thought my eyeballs were going to fall out looking for my precious disciple.”
Maybe this man’s eyes hurt not from searching, but from lack of sleep?
“I’m sorry, but… honestly, I don’t remember you ever teaching me anything…”
The renowned mage, Cecil Moore, surprisingly had no talent for teaching.
Ash, who had only ever learned from the best teachers, immediately deducted points from Cecil as a teacher just from his apparent lack of willingness to teach.
He would just mutter incomprehensible incantations to himself, and when Ash looked confused, he’d complain, “Why can’t you understand this?”
Shouldn’t a teacher try to explain things more clearly when a student doesn’t get it?
This mage didn’t even attempt that!
“I did my best to teach. In fact, out of all my students, you were the most unwilling to learn, which annoyed me. It’s not every day someone gets the chance to learn from a genius mage like me. Because of that, I don’t think I’ve ever taught anyone with more passion and dedication than you. But you never appreciated it—it breaks my heart. And there are several more reasons why it’s nice to have you locked up.”
“There are more?!”
“Of course. Look—being locked up and unable to see anyone else, now you greet me with such enthusiasm!”
He smiled gently.
Ash’s face flushed.
“I’ve always welcomed you, Master!”
“I think we remember things very differently.”
“Is this how you treat the son of your favorite disciple?! My mother in heaven would be crying!”
“Ayla wouldn’t cry over something like this. She only ever cried because of the Duke, didn’t she? Now that the Duke is dead and by her side forever, I imagine she’s quite happy.”
“Don’t pretend to believe in the afterlife just because you’re a wizard!”
“Of course, when the body decays, the soul returns to eternal nothingness. I’m just glad Ash remembered at least one of my lessons.”
“What do you want from me?!”
Ash, thoroughly irritated, slumped onto the bed.
He glared up at the mage with a sulky expression.
The mage sat down next to him with a cheerful smile.
“If there’s something in it for you, will you let me out? I’ll listen to your lessons properly. I really can focus! It wasn’t my choice to skip class… Master, you always did things your own way… I mean, you were always too focused on your groundbreaking research that would change the world, and you’d only come to teach me when you had time left over, right? It was just hard to predict when those days would be! I swear I never meant to avoid you.”
That last part was true.
And in this moment, Ash was sincere about his promise to study hard.
His master had already confirmed that Ash had no talent for magic, so what was the point of learning, really?
It took Ash two whole years to learn a basic spell like <Water Ball>.
At this rate, learning something like <Fire Arrow> to attack that bastard Owen would take at least 20 years.
“That’s not how you make a deal,” said the mage. “You need to offer something the other party wants.”
“That’s what I’m asking—what do you want from me?”
Truthfully, Ash had nothing to offer.
Jewelry?
It was unimaginable that the mage would be short on gemstones.
After all, to recruit him as Ash’s teacher, Ash’s father had paid a whole carriage-load of gold and jewels.
Despite being close friends with Ash’s mother and once her teacher, the mage still demanded that much.
So how much more would unrelated nobles have to offer just to request a favor?
So what else did Ash have besides some trinkets?
The ducal domain?
That was stolen by Owen.
Magical relics?
Those were locked away in the ducal treasury.
And the ducal estate itself?
Owen took that too…
Ash was broke.
“There’s nothing you could give me that I couldn’t have, right?”
“Ah, exactly.”
Ash was annoyed.
Suddenly, the wizard looked off into the distance and said,
“I have lived a very long time and possess many things. Research is my joy, and I have spent my whole life pursuing the truth, but even that can get tiring. Sometimes I suddenly become depressed, and there are moments when I can’t focus on my research. What kind of illness could this be?”
‘Is that an illness? Seems like a good sleep would fix it.’
Ash thought to herself.
Look at those sunken eyes.
Wouldn’t anyone in that state get depressed?
Then the wizard continued,
“So what I need is you. In my old age, the only fun I have is playing with my disciple, but if you run away, won’t that be gone too?”
‘What? That’s all it was?’
The old master seemed worried that his beloved disciple would leave.
Ash coaxed him with a sweet tone,
“Oh, I’ll keep playing with you, Master.”
But when did he ever actually play with him? Before his mother died? Ash couldn’t even remember.
The wizard looked at Ash with a cute expression,
“No, that’s fine. It seems you have other playmates. Since you entered this room, the scent of semen has been stabbing my nose. Whose disciple you are, my cute youngest disciple must have gotten into some trouble even in this situation.”
“Ahahaha…”
Ash had nothing to say.
He never fell for his whining about his body rotting, was it because of that?
Alpha semen lingers for a long time with pheromones.
The wizard stroked his chin in admiration,
“You have a great talent for arousing men. I think that talent is something you’re second to no one in. It would have been nice if you had used that talent to decide your future. Still, it’s cute how you believe in a goal you can’t achieve and don’t really want.”
His voice was monotone with a unique tone.
It made not only himself but the other person dazed.
‘Is that a compliment?’
Ash didn’t understand even half of what the wizard said.
As always.
The wizard tilted his head, touched his chin, then blinked sleepily.
His thoughtful eyes suddenly turned to Ash.
He carefully scanned him. The dull expression on his face came back to life.
It was the expression he made when something interested him.
Ash felt a bad premonition.
When he made that expression, bad things usually happened…
“All right. I’ll help you. If you excite me.”
“…?”
“What are you doing? You should go under the bed.”
“…?”
Ash didn’t understand what he said.
Then his body suddenly lost strength and slid down under the bed.
Thud.
He knelt on the rug and collapsed.
His limbs moved without his will and set his body up.
On all fours.
So Ash crawled to the wizard’s feet.
“Nice. Very cute.”
The wizard stroked Ash’s cheek.
Then spread his legs.
His usual black cloak opened.
Inside was a classical-style tunic.
The material was surprisingly luxurious silk, and the pants underneath seemed the same.
Thin and soft, revealing the volume of what lay between his surprisingly firm thighs and legs.
“Suck.”
“…Huh?”
“Do you prefer other kinds of play? But I like this one. I can see your face well and don’t have to bother using my body…”
“Eh?”
“Oh. I forgot that you’re stupid. Is it hard to understand? It should be easy.”
“No… ugh!”
Before Ash could protest, his mouth was shut.
His head was pushed between the wizard’s legs, and with only a thin piece of cloth in between, a heavy flesh pressed against his lips.
His tongue touched the flesh between his parted lips.
The moment the lewd smell stabbed his nose, his dazed mind snapped back as if a bell had rung.
‘Wait.’
His master was looking at him with ‘those’ eyes?
Since when?
No, more importantly, they needed to exchange terms properly…
Ash tried to lift his head.
He had to open his mouth to speak.
But the moment his hand touched his master’s thigh, his shoulders twisted backward on their own.
Both arms were bent backward with a click, tied together.
By some unknown magic.
Ash’s eyes went wide.
“Ugh!”
“Don’t use your hands. That’s too easy.”
The wizard stroked Ash’s hair.
Then pressed the back of his head against his forehead again.
‘No.’
Ash’s eyes popped open wide.
What… What kind of magic is this?
‘He really is a pervert?’
Ash didn’t know whether to be horrified or amazed that his master was mastering magic for bondage play.