Chapter 15: The Celibate Mage’s Awakening

There was, in fact, something even more surprising than that.

‘Master… had sexual desires?!’

Ash had once suspected that there was something between his master and his mother.

It couldn’t be helped—he was at that rebellious age.

His father was out fooling around, his mother was withering away in her room, and yet…his master had grown kinder to Ash, and he found himself looking forward to his visits.

At the same time, a thought crossed his mind, Was his master his mother’s lover?

After all, his father would come home in high spirits after meeting his lovers.

And his mother’s mood always improved when the master visited.

To young Ash, it seemed like perfectly sound logic.

Besides, the master had even settled in the Duchy of Mills for his mother!

If that wasn’t love, then what was?

Though it seemed his mother still loved his father more…

And that was probably why she was unhappy.

Young Ash felt sorry for her.

If only she loved the master more, no one would be miserable.

Even the master—though he never showed it—might be hurting inside, watching her love a man who didn’t deserve her.

Gathering his courage, Ash finally asked:

“Master… Do you love Mother?”

“Of course. Ayla is such a darling, isn’t she? And you are too, Ash.”

“Huh?”

The master pulled Ash onto his lap and ruffled his hair.

“The master really does love cute things,” his mother remarked with a smile, clearly in a good mood.

The glass garden was perfectly maintained, the air inside warm and pleasant.


A porcelain teacup rested on the white tablecloth, alongside traditional tea-time scones and chocolate prepared just for Ash.

This was their daily life.

As Ash gazed at the snowy winter scenery through the glass ceiling and walls, a realization struck him, “But if they were lovers… wouldn’t they spend time alone together?”

In fact, if Ash didn’t arrange their meetings, they’d never see each other.

“Huh?”

After some thought, young Ash dismissed the “Master = Mother’s Lover” theory.

Later, he noticed that the master hardly interacted with anyone besides Ash and his mother.

No lovers, not even friends.

And after his mother passed away, the only person the master saw regularly was Ash.

If he has no social desires—not even sleep or appetite—would he really have sexual urges?

Probably not.

Then again… are magicians even normal “humans”?

Could a race that lived for over a century without aging truly be considered human?

Ash had concluded that his master’s species was simply “mage,” and his gender and everything else fell under the same category.

At least, that’s what he thought…

Until now.

“Mmm…”

The master stroked Ash’s hair and gently advised:

“You should pull your pants down first. Don’t you need to undo the waistband?”

It was the same tone he used when explaining trigonometry or other complex equations to Ash when he struggled.

Ash bristled.

Who does he think I am?

Some clueless virgin?


Frankly, Ash took pride in his extensive nighttime escapades!

He’d learned countless techniques from all sorts of partners—how dare the master act like he didn’t know the basics!

If anything, the master was the one who hadn’t had sex in decades!

Fine.

I’ll give him an unforgettable experience.

For his poor, lonely master’s sake, Ash decided to show off his skills.

It pained him to see the old man living like a shut-in, barely speaking to anyone.

Does he even hold a single conversation a day?

Maybe this would awaken his long-dormant desires.

Maybe he’d even start dating and live a more human life.

Ash shook his head.

As he rubbed and stimulated the thick flesh in his grasp, the master’s hand—which had been gripping the back of his head—suddenly slipped away.

Ash tilted his head back slightly and, with his neat white teeth, caught the waistband in front of him.

A gentle tug undid the knot effortlessly.

The pants loosened.

“I couldn’t do it earlier because Master was in the way.”

“My apologies. I’m sure you’re quite skilled in this area.”

“Of course. When it comes to nighttime activities, I probably have more experience than you, Master.”

“How curious… I wonder what kind of experiences you’ve had.”

“You can look forward to it! Nighttime fun is supposed to be enjoyable. It’s not like I’ve been wasting my time on useless things. I’ll teach you too, Master.”

A low chuckle escaped the master’s lips.

Before pulling down his drawers completely, Ash pressed his lips against the clothed bulge again—this time deliberately.

He rubbed his soft lips against the heated flesh, then dragged his wet tongue over the fabric.

“Ah—”

A pleasured sigh slipped from the master.

Ash’s excitement grew.

‘Poor Master. What kind of life has he been living, missing out on something this good?’

He opened his mouth wide over the thin fabric and sucked, teeth grazing lightly.

The size was impressive—not as thick as Tillian’s monstrous girth, but certainly long.

What a waste to let something this fine go untouched.

A true loss for humanity…

‘Wait, is Master a beta?’

He couldn’t detect any pheromones.

But then again, it wasn’t something worth dwelling on.

Master was just… Master.

As Ash mouthed at the hardening length through the fabric, it grew heavier, firmer.

His tongue swiped broad strokes, wetting the cloth as if trying to taste what lay beneath.

With each slow slide of his lips along the shape, he could feel the flesh stiffening further—like some natural marvel, this long, languid thing rising on its own.

The master shifted restlessly, frustration creeping in.

The drawers clung stubbornly, stifling the full erection and dulling the sensation of Ash’s lips.

“It’s hard to feel much like this.”

“Be patient. This is how it’s done.”

Ash scolded him like an impatient student, lightly smacking the master’s thigh with his head.

The master looked momentarily baffled but soon let out an amused laugh.

“Ah, so there’s a method to it?”

“Obviously. It’ll feel amazing—but you have to follow the steps.”

“I see…”


Ash planned to edge him mercilessly, drawing it out until the master couldn’t take it anymore.

He knew firsthand how explosive the release would be when finally allowed.

The thought of giving Master this pleasure made his chest flutter.

Not that this was revenge for being called stupid or anything.

With every suck, suck, the flesh beneath the fabric grew harder.

The cloth strained to its limits.

“Doing so well,” Ash praised eagerly before catching the waistband of the drawers between his teeth.

He tried to tug them down.

—Huh?

The length was too long, too rigid—the fabric wouldn’t budge.

After a few failed attempts, Ash glanced up in flustered confusion.

Instead of the pleasure-wrecked expression he expected, the master gazed down at him with that usual serene smile.

The kind reserved for adorable pets.

“I’m waiting. What happens next?”

There wasn’t the slightest hint that the master planned to assist.

Ash lowered his gaze back to the erection.

Using his hands would make this easier, but…

He tried to twitch his fingers—just a test.

Nothing.

His arms, from wrists to elbows, stayed glued to his back, utterly immobile.

Seriously?

With no other choice, Ash clamped his teeth back onto the drawers.

How… How does this even make sense?

Was the damn thing too long and hard to yank down?

“Hmm…”

A stifled yawn echoed above him.

The master’s eyes were half-lidded—same as always, like he was perpetually on the verge of dozing off.

But now, of all times?

Ash couldn’t believe it.

His pride took a direct hit.

Gritting his teeth, he yanked at the fabric with all his might.

He didn’t expect the master to lift his hips or offer any help.

Just get it out. You can do this.

His lips were slick with spit, his back damp with sweat.

—Pop!

Success!

Ash looked up triumphantly.

The master responded with a thin smile, spreading his legs and leaning back lazily on his arms.

In that utterly disinterested pose, he remarked, “How diligent. If only you studied this hard.”

“That’s not—”

“Though it seems I overestimated you. Look—it’s gone soft. Not so skilled after all.”

“What—?!”

The master’s cock had indeed begun to wilt.

“How?! You were just rock-hard a second ago!”

“Boredom, perhaps. You left me waiting too long.”

The master blinked slowly.

Wait—did it go soft because the excitement faded?

This wasn’t part of Ash’s plan!

Without another thought, he swallowed the length whole.

Forget teasing.

Forget drawing it out until the master was a gasping, pleading mess.

How could he, a champion of free love, a missionary of pleasure, a master of seduction, fail to unravel a celibate mage who hadn’t been touched in decades?

Unthinkable!