The sun climbed higher, its golden rays chasing away the last vestiges of the night's debauchery.
Alaric stood alone on the dew-kissed training field, the lingering scent of sex and sweat cleansed from his body by a simple spell, though the primal satisfaction remained, a deep thrum beneath his skin.
Kara and Ulriya, freshly minted Grand Mages, had already departed, their bodies aching but spirits strangely alight with a mix of exhaustion, lingering pleasure, and newfound purpose. They were headed for the Steele Family library, tasked with bridging the vast gulf between potential and competence.
'Good slaves,' Alaric thought, a flicker of possessive pride warming him. 'Loyal. Eager. And now, powerful.'
Their transformation was a success, another testament to the overwhelming power of his Divine Harem God System. Elevating mere maids to Grand Mages overnight... it was a feat that would shatter the understanding of anyone in this world.
