[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 512 & 513. (Patreon)

Chapter 512: Options and potential.

Considering everything, I fully expected to be summoned to my own dreams again that night, and I was right. We had tested the Normality runes as best we could and found their limits, just like Frey asked. Now, what I didn’t know was if she had an immediate fix or just wanted to talk about it.

As always, she summoned me to a perfect dream recreation of my bedroom. It never truly mattered before since she just floated above me and I just sat on my bed. I guess it was meant to give everything an air of familiarity considering how weird the idea of talking to the sex ghost in my head was.

This time, however, my jaw dropped and my brow furrowed in confusion when I saw that Frey’s shadowy figure had her back to me as she sat on my desk and worked on my computer, typing on the keyboard and all.

“W-What are you doing?” I asked her.

“Giving this thing a try. Writing is SO much easier here, holy crap,” she answered. I found it worth noting that she was typing really fast. “You use it every day, so I have a good grasp of how it works. Plus, I like the sound of the keyboard.”

“Do… Do you need to write? Can’t you just make things appear out of thin air here?”

“Hm? Of course I need to write. Thinking doesn’t turn ideas into concrete concepts. Like, you can think of a song but it doesn’t really take form until you pick up an instrument, right?”

“Ah. Okay, I’m following.”

“Writing helps me figure out what I can do to fix the problems with our runes, but doing it by hand took way longer than this.”

“Sorry. I guess… I never really considered that you’re… actually living here. Doesn’t it get boring or lonely?”

“Hm? Nah, not at all. I see everything you see and I’m here for the ride. Plus, I finally get to work on all these ideas I always lacked the power to see through. The lust elixir you’re making with Luke is interesting and I think I’m starting to really get the hang of runes. There’s a lot more I want to do, both sexual and non-sexual, so I have plenty to keep me occupied. As for feeling lonely… Hm, no, I’m good. I have you to look after, so why would I be lonely?”

I let out a sigh as I smiled. “So long as you’re happy…”

“I am. Usually. Not right now, though.”

“Hm?”

Frey turned around on the desk chair and looked directly at me. “Oliver, when the FUCK is prom happening!?”

“Ah, that…”

“Yes, ‘that’! Ugh, I know this is just a game and I admit it’s kind of hot, but fuck me I’m at my limit here and I know you are, too! You need to fuck, boy! Like, properly! Blowjobs are nice and all, but, but…!”

“Dammit, I know!” I argued back. “I feel it, okay? What the girls and I did today was really fun, but it didn’t satisfy me. Normally it would, but now it’s like it only leaves me wanting more!”

“That’s what a craving is. And… Well, I admit some of it may be my fault, but I think it’s more than that. See… Sexual energy, magical energy, CAN be found in humans. It’s just exceptionally rare. Like, one-in-a-million rare if not more. But it can also be awakened, and… I get the feeling you’re awakening to your own power, something that has nothing to do with me.”

That stunned me for a moment. “W-What do you mean?”

“Okay, maybe it has something to do with me. I’ve been using my magic through you. That has slowly made you awaken to a dormant potential all humans have. Magic. But since it’s a succubus’ magic, sexual magic, your power ended up of the same nature. Basically, Oliver, you’re awakening to your own sexual energy. And I think the insatiable hunger you feel is a combination of that, my own hunger, and the very bad timing of this abstinence game you’re playing.”

“Um… Uh… That… You mean I…”

“You can potentially use magic on your own, Oliver. But more importantly… This means we have a second power source now.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been looking at the Normality runes and seeing the results of the tests. To put it simply, we’re asking way too much of it and the restrictions aren’t enough to make up for it. To be able to make them work like we want, meaning that they’d give you the ability to fuck in the open without being noticed, we have three options: One is that we put more restrictions on it. Things like ‘it only works inside buildings’ or ‘it only works if less than 10 people are in the vicinity’. Going that route is not ideal because we’d be missing the point. Another option is optimization. I’d have to rework the runes from the ground up, look for new combinations and try to find the ones with the best results. Honestly, that one could either be the best or the worst option. I don’t actually know if there is a better version of this spell, or if there is another version at all. Research could take forever, and while we have time, I don’t like spending my time working on something I have no idea will produce results. And our final option is the simplest but also the hardest. We can simply add more power and compensate that way.”

“More power? So… Spend more sexual energy?”

“Yeah. The issue with this is that, even though we have a surplus of sexual energy, the amount we’d need to pull this off would leave me exhausted. That would reflect on your own physical condition and the energy we’d make back wouldn’t be enough to break even, if that. But if you learned to control you own power, we could add, no, multiply our energy and have enough fuel a spell as demanding as this. I’d need to also find a way to multiply our power instead of just adding it together, but I can think of a few things already. So…”

Frey was mostly talking to herself by now. Again, putting thoughts into words helped her turn her ideas into concrete concepts. And listening to her… It drew me in. It helped me get over the shock of hearing that I was awakening to my own power.

If I could do all this stuff on my own, did that mean I didn’t need Frey anymore?

…

Fuck, what a disgusting thought. No, let’s reword that. It would mean that I wouldn’t need to depend on Frey, and instead I’d be able to pull my own weight and work alongside her. If I learned to control this, then combining our power would let us do even more.

…

Didn’t think I’d find myself smiling at the prospect, but there I was.

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Chapter 513: Odd day of school.

That Monday was a very strange school day, or at least it was to us seniors. Exams were over, the school year was practically ending and prom was around the corner. Some were still studying for their university entrance exams, but most of us were going using the escalator system to get into Hyogen University, so we didn’t need to take any extra exams. All this led to our teacher giving us the first period for free studying, which none of us actually used to study and the teacher didn’t think we would. Instead, we used the time in more productive matters.

The guys and I were throwing paper balls from one end of the classroom to the trash car at the opposite end. There were like eight of us there.

“Here, watch this,” one of my classmates said confidently, lobbing a thick ball of paper that arched beautifully before landing a meter in front of the can. We all laughed.

“You suck. Watch me.” Mark decided to go for a hard baseball throw, but the ball was so light it ended up curving and dropping to the floor halfway through its flight. We all laughed.

“Alright, let me,” I said. I squished a couple of pages from my notebook into a single ball. I decided to get fancy and tried a trick shot. I threw it up, towards the far end of the ceiling, hoping it would rebound and land directly inside the trash can. How do you think it went?

They all laughed and boo’d me when it landed nowhere near the can.

“Oh, come on, dude!”

“Hahaha! What was that?”

“He’s trying to show off to his girlfriends!”

“Okay, but IMAGINE it landed!” I told them. “That would’ve been amazing.”

“Okay, fine.” The next one to try did it the same way I did, but his landed closer. There were loud ‘Oooooohs’ and from there everyone tried to land the fancy shot.

“Guys are so simple…” said one of the girls in my class.

Much like us guys, the girls had formed their own group. Mila, Grace, Sarah, Lena and Amanda were there, of course.

“Sometimes I think they’d be fine if we suddenly lost all technology,” Lena said.

“It’s weird, though. Oliver never does stuff like that,” Mila said.

“When guys are in a group they revert to monkeys,” Amanda said. “I bet you if we were at the beach they’d be digging a huge hole instead.”

“Yeah we would!” four of my classmates answered, and I had to question why the fuck did that sound so much fun.

“Yeah, what with that male urge to do the stupidest things?” another girl asked.

“It’s not stupid, it’s fun. It’s not our fault girls don’t understand the concept,” one of the guys shot back, grinning.

“Okay, don’t make this a guys vs girls thing,” Lena said, preventing fires before they could even start. “Besides, if guys are simple, we girls are needlessly complicated.”

“I’ll admit to that any day,” Grace said.

“What’s that thing they say?” Sarah said. “Girls forgive but don’t forget while guys forget but never forgive?”

“Crap, that’s kind of true, huh?” another girl admitted.

“Huh. Yeah, it kind of is,” Mark said. “There are people I don’t even remember why I don’t like them.”

Eh, not so sure on that one. And anyway, whatever deep conversation was about to happen was completely lost by one of the guys landing the trick shot and all of us yelling and cheering like we’d just won a world cup or something.

We really did revert to monkeys, huh?

And it was so fucking weird, too. Like… Okay, I’d admit to being friends with Mark now. We had started off like shit but he had apologized and I had mostly grown out of my insecurities. We hung out with Thomas, Kevin and Ben and it turns out he was actually a really sensitive guy with his own insecurities and issues.

Other than him, though, I wouldn’t say I was friends with any of my other classmates. That’s not to say I hate or don’t get along with any of them, but I only ever talked to them here at school, and even then not much. But here I was, fooling around with them like I’d always been part of the group.

Shit, it almost made me regret my first three years of high school. Friendless, silent, afraid… I’d missed out on many other things like this, hadn’t I? No, regret is not the right word. I always knew I was missing out on this sort of stuff. I just couldn’t bring myself to step out of that situation.

I ended up turning to look at Mila, Grace and Sarah. It was those three girls who forcefully dragged me out of my shell, and dammit I was eternally thankful for that.

The three caught me looking at them and smiled at me. Mila waved, Sarah gave me a peace sign and Grace shot me a kiss. Then I got nailed with a barrage of paper balls from behind me.

“W-What!?” I asked.

“See! I told you he was showing off! Damn lady killer!”

“Flirting in the middle of an important competition, Oliver? You’ve got some balls, huh?”

“I bet he thinks that since he’s the only one in a relationship in our class he’s better than us!”

I blinked. “Wait, you guys are all single?”

“Oh, fuck you!” 

“That’s it you’re dead!”

The guys all shot me ice glares and began to pick their paper projectiles back up.

“Wait, no, I didn’t mean…!”

“Oliver,” Mark put a hand on my shoulder while tossing up a paper ball and catching it again. “Run.”

I did. Bolted out of the classroom with eight other guys trying to kill me with harmless projectiles. I ran past other senior classrooms and noticed none of them were studying, either. People began to peek out of their classrooms to laugh at what was happening, even if they didn’t understand it.

Again, weird day of school. Also one of the most mindlessly fun I’d ever had.