Caena

“Good, just like that,” I said with a moan as a skilled oily hand massaged across my body.

I had never thought the massage would feel so heavenly, a hundred times better than the orgasm I sometimes get if I am lucky enough.

I was kind of angry when I was brought here with the rest, it had disturbed my plans, but now I have no regret.

I am feeling the joy I had not felt in years.

I continued to enjoy the massage as I planned for the future; there are several things I need to do, but one is most important.

It is to tap into emotions and desires absorbed by the building, but I am unsuccessful in that, not even able to harness even a speck.

So, I am doing the next best thing, leaving my marks in the building, which will make it very easy for me to harness the power when I finally get permission.

It is her great fortune that she has come to the place where the legacy is forming, and on top of that, construction is going on, which allowed her to place her marks inside the building itself.

She knows she is being watched, but she is used to it; with her spells, most of what she does is cloaked.

Still, she needed to be careful, extremely, especially about not creating any animosity with the owner. She needs to win him over, and she will. She is in no rush; given his ambitions, he will need her help sooner or later.

Till then, she needs to do what she is doing, leave her marks, and aid in the consolidation of her legacy. She could do very little about it, but sometimes, a little is more than enough.

“Yes, there, apply a little more force there,” I said when those wonderful hands reached my lower back.

The good woman followed her instructions, and audible moans released from her mouth. If this continues, she will have an orgasm again; she had few in the past few days and would like it a lot if she could have another.

Not because it will give her pleasure, it will also charge her spell, which is her bag on the shelf.

My way is of lust and pleasure derived from it; as long as lust is directed at me or from me, I will be able to harness it; it is the same with pleasure.

Thanks to the old woman who is teaching her. She was able to get her hands on a few things wanted and created the spell, which is charging through the power she is harnessing through her emotions.

It will take a lot of lust and pleasure from my clients and me to charge it, but when it does, I will have a spell that will increase my attraction.

I need the spell. I have seen how much money those girls make, and she needs that. Only that way she will be able to afford the material for the new spells.

They are not cheap, especially when that old woman also keeps her commission.

I had created a lot of little spells this past month, spending all my savings of years. It was not much when compared to what these girls are earning, but it took me years to save that much.

The spell I am charging will help me with my weakness, which is my plain face.

With it, I will be able to attract clients, and once they sit at my table, I will be confident enough in my abilities to keep them there.

It will not be easy to charge it; it is quite a big spell and requires a lot of lust and pleasure. If I am lucky, it will be finished charging in a few weeks, but if not, then it might take a month or more.

Till then, I will be on my own.

….

Margaux

I did not know how many times had body had been scrubbed with the different oils and salts.

It had happened more than ten times in the past five days that the wonderful fragrances of those things had seeped so deep in me that I would be smelling them for months.

These five days are really amazing; they would go through one treatment after another. Most of them would be amazing, while some would be unconformable and painful, but the result of them is visible.

It has been visible since day one, and every day, the effects are getting better and better.

Two and a half hours passed, and my body was washed of salt and essential oils. The next treatment is two hours later, till then I am free.

Wearing the comfortable clothes of the spa, I walked through the huge building, looking at the beautiful garden, which couldn’t help but make me feel serene.

The garden is huge and more beautiful than we have around the establishment. Havel had me that the garden was designed by a high-leveled landscape architect and that many of the plants there were magical and required special care.

I was walking through the building when I saw Havel coming toward her, “Madam, Margaux, I hope you and your girls are enjoying your stay in our spa,” said Havel, to which I smiled.

“It had been the most relaxing time of my life Havel,” I replied. “Good, I don’t want to disappoint the most beautiful clients, I have ever served,” he said, placing his hands on his heart.

“Don’t joke, Havel; I am sure you would have served women more beautiful than us,” I said.

It did feel good to hear a compliment, especially from the man who was so snotty at our first meeting before he mellowed in.

I talked to him for a few minutes; it was mostly business, as he told me the kind of treatment the girls and I would be going through in the past two days.

Five days had passed too quickly; tomorrow would be the last day, and after that, we will leave the spa.

I am going to enjoy these two days.

With that, though, I walked ahead, and soon, I began to hear the gaggle of voices, from laughs to screams.

As she walked out of the tall bushes, she saw the girls where she had expected them. Twenty-some girls play in the water; they are swimming, jumping, and throwing at each other like little girls.

Even an old woman like Della is playing with young girls of eighteen and nineteen, catching them and throwing them in water, with childlike joy on her face.

Seeing the joy on their faces, a smile couldn’t help but appear on my face. In their line of work, it is hard to find joy, much less such pure joy, and for it, I couldn’t help but feel grateful.

These girls deserve this and more.

I did not join them; I couldn’t; it is important that I maintain a distance between us. A few months ago, I was a little angry is Carla for keeping an intentional distance between us despite us being old friends, and now I understand the reason.

I am their superior, and while I am a friend and always will be, it is important for me to keep my distance, or I will not be able to do the job to the best of my abilities.

I watched them for a few minutes and was happy to see the girls of all three batches bonding well.

There was not much friction between the girls of the first batch and the second, as we had come from the same place and had known each other for years, but it was not the same with the new girls Master Silver had brought from the Namdar.

They look different and talk differently; some girls were cold at them at first, especially those of the first batch, thinking their earnings might be affected by them.

A lot of it had changed right now, though there are some reservations in their heart, not as before. They need to be together; they do not need to be friendly, but they need to be civil and treat each other with the respect that they would like others to have for them.

Master silver is very clear about that.

Two hours passed, and it was time for another treatment.

I was walking toward the place of treatment when I saw Andrea coming toward it from the other direction.

“Mud bath?” she asked, and I nodded, and we both walked toward hall seventeen.

“Ladies, welcome to varadian hall ladies,” greeted Rona; she was a sakarian woman with smooth black skin. Looking at her smooth skin without any embellishment and facial features, I think she might have some elf blood in her.

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“It will be a mud bath and will be more effective if you get completely naked for it,” she instructed.

I nodded and removed my dress, which was easy to remove. They are made for this purpose, as more than half of the spa treatments require you to get naked.

Soon, both of us were naked.

“Now, step into the mud tubs gently,” she asked, and we walked toward two mud tubs side by side.

The mud, to my surprise, was white and felt slightly warm as my leg had touched it.

“This is varadian mud; it is made from soil coming from varad extreme magic region along with dust of magical crystals and few other things.”

“The energies of mud will suck the deepest toxins in your body and release the suppressed vibrancy,” informed Rona in a gentle voice.

“It will be warm and might turn a little unconformable as energies seep inside you, but don’t get alarmed by it,” she added.

With both of my feet inside, I slowly sat down while the mud-covered me.

Rona, on her part, covered my ears with soft buds as I sat and attached a pipe-like instrument to my nose, which made me shudder a little, but I bore it.

“As you have guessed, you will have to completely immerse yourself in the mud for the greatest benefits.”

“If you felt it unbearable, you can take your face out of it,” she advised.

To be honest, I do not like my face in the mud, but I will not let my fear get a way into obtaining the greatest benefits from this treatment that Master Silver had paid so much money for.

So, I bit down my fear and completely submerged my face inside the warm mud; within a second, everything became dark, and she panicked but quickly began to take a deep breath from her nose, and within a minute, the panic receded.

It did not disappear; it just receded.

To stop her thoughts from straying away toward panic, she focused on the process like she usually does

She felt warm in the tub, and as the second passed, this warm feeling became hot, and that began to make her unconformable, but it was bearable.

The temperature stabilized at the end of the minute and seeing that it couldn’t make her feel relieved. If it had continued to get hotter, she might have needed to get out of it before it became uncomfortable.

I focused on heat and how it affects my body, it might seem boring, but it is not.

As I focused enough, I could feel that the heat, which seemed to be spread same every part of my body, was not. It is faintly hotter toward my chest and crotch while less toward my breasts and ass.

Hun!

Time passed as I continued to feel heat interacting with my body when suddenly, that invisible head changed colors.

It surprised me, and I felt I begin to imagine a thing, but even after taking a deep breath, it did not change.

‘Am I hallucinating?’ I asked myself.

There were some treatments that made some girls hallucinate, but they were warned about it before. Rona did not, and since I was inside the mud, I could not ask.

I could move my head out of the mud to ask that, but I did want that, as I did not think I could control my panic again, which was threatening to burst out.

So, I did what I was doing; I focused on what I was feeling, seeing to be correct.

For the first few minutes, the misty colors remained blurry, but soon they began to clear slowly till I was able to see their misty forms.

It became clear, and I began to see mists of every color, but the most common was a mist of red color. This red mist gathered all the multicolored mist in the tub and pushed into the body.

There, they would clash against a pudgy dry grey wall, burning it little by little at every try.

I don’t know whether it was a hallucination or something else, but I kept watching, and as time passed, things became clear and clear that I could even begin to feel elements of the multicolor mist.

[Attribute Unlocked: Mana]

I was focused on the multicolor mist when my mind buzzed, and text appeared in front of me that nearly made me open my eyes and mouth in shock.

Saying I am shocked would be a gross understatement; I had never truly thought I had it, even when my daughter informed me about her mage talent gleefully about a year ago.

I was born to peasants; my family had no magic talent; hell, not even a single person in my village had it.

So, when my daughter informed me about a year ago, I automatically assumed it was from her father, whoever that may be.

Magic talent is rare; only one in a thousand people have it, she has it, but she does not dare to believe it.

So, she did the only thing she could verify that this was reality and not some dream.

Class:

Harlot 21

Painter Lv. 4

Charisma:

13

Intelligence:

7

Vitality:

13

Strength:

9

Mana:

3

Skills:

· Night Long

· Sometimes I Fake It

· Breath of Erection

· Charmed Walk

· Cloths Open

· He Liked Them Aged

· Sultry Tongue

· Attention To Colours

· Deft Hands

Attribute Points:

0

‘It is not a dream,’ I thought and felt extremely happy, not because I had unlocked the mage talent, but because I was the one who gave my daughter her most cherished gift.

‘I gave her that.’ I repeated as tears flowed out of my closed eyes.

My daughter sounded very happy in her letters when she informed me of her mage talent. She was even happier when I sent her the extra money along with second-year fees for magic-related classes.

Those classes are expensive, and it is the reason why I desperately wanted the job of madam.

I did not want my daughter to just attend a few mage classes but enroll in the whole program, but it is very expensive, not to mention the tools and resources that require to study it, which cost even more than the course.

I want to save enough for my daughter to afford the mage course and all the other costs that come with it.

I did not know whether I could do it, but I would try my all to save every penny I earned.

Once she becomes a mage, even of the lowest level, she will never go hungry in her life and will always have the respect of the people.

I want my daughter to have the best life, and becoming a mage will give her that.

As for the talent I unlocked, it will remain there gathering dust, as I would need a spellcaster class to use it or learn at least one spell that will give me class.

Learning a spell is not easy, even if I somehow get it.

My daughter had said there are whole theories behind it that one needs to understand before learning to cast a spell.

I understood my situation, and it did not make me too sad. Knowing I would not be able to cast a spell, despite having a talent for it.

It will be enough for me if I can make her daughter achieve that.