The Mnemon was an incongruous man, at once sloppy and overtly sexual, he cast dirty looks in every direction, even sizing up the scarecrow women, which they definitely noticed, and didn't know how to react to. The two of them still knelt on the floor, as if their lack of movement might make him forget that they exist.
Periclum raced to cater to the Mnemon's needs, dragging a heavy chair over, for him to sit on while he examined Linhart’s condition closely. The man himself sat unceremoniously and smiled at Linhart, in a way that was likely meant to put him at ease. There was nothing sincere about the smile. It was obvious, from the pressure infused into that gaze, that the Mnemon was about to judge and condemn him for any wrongs he had committed. But first, he had to extract those wrongs, and anything else that he may consider useful.
“Let’s start with introductions,” he said lightly, massaging the buttocks of the girl that was still covering Linhart on the padded table. “I’m the Mnemon, though many, many loops ago people used to call me Wilham. That was before I met Belfast the Wizard. What did people call you?”
Linhart paused and weighed his answer. Honesty was paramount, and he couldn’t see any reason to hold back, so he said simply, “Everyone calls me, Linhart. I don’t have any other name or title.”
“Really? Well, that's original. If I know my fantasy names, which I do, it's in the top 33% of character names. Not bad! What’s the deal with that babe over there?” he asked, gesturing to the redhead who’d died for him. Linhart’s sighed with regret, realizing how hot and amazing she was even as a flesh doll… This man had to point it out before he really understood how lucky he was.
“That’s Maeve. She’s a Senior Fighter, in her third and final year at the Academy. She was charged with protecting me… Periclum killed her.”
“Hot babes set to protect you? Nice!" the man said, showing a lot of interest in the topic, “Have you got a lot of hotties taking care of you?”
“Yes, there are a lot of girls looking out for me,” Linhart replied.
“How many, roughly?”
“Well, there’s my squad, and the other freshmen, the seniors, and even the juniors help once in a while,” he listed off, casting through his memory, he was becoming comfortable with the conversation. “There are three Stratega who give me special privileges, as well as the Centurion who I’ve known since I was a kid.”
The man nodded along counting off on his fingers everyone who was mentioned. His eyes roamed over the girl once more, in a distracted manner.
“I’m sorry, I have to stop here.” he apologized, then he shouted over to the women, “Get this girl out of here, she is a nice piece of ass, but she’s too full of cum for me to look at any more. Get a fresh girl in here, for my friend Linhart.”
Periclum jumped to the task, scolding the girl and hauling her off of Linhart, as if it were her fault that she'd made him cum so much. The girl squawked as Periclum’s boney arms pulled her away from the table and through the waiting portal. The man sighed, he was checking out the flesh doll that was Maeve again.
“Okay, that’s better. Now tell me, how many of the aforementioned women did you sleep with, I need numbers!”
Linhart blinked. He had never considered that before. He knew that many guys kept a body count of how many girls they slept with, at least in his original world, but he had stopped counting after Xenia and Octavia had messed with his head. However, the Mnemon was waiting, and he couldn’t answer that he didn’t know.
“Hmm… I’d say 20, though I might have forgotten one or two.”
“Okay, those are beginner numbers, but it still counts as a harem. Very protag having a harem. Are many of them as hot as that one over there was… Maeve, you said her name was?”
Linhart paused considering the question carefully. It wasn’t an easy one to answer. After ample contemplation, he finally said, “I’d say she’s in my Top 5. And I’m not even counting the three Stratega that I slept with, because they are in another category all together, and comparing them to students wouldn’t be fair.”
Wilham whistled, his eyes still fixed on Maeve. Then he added, as though lost in thought, “Good answer! I may have to check out the Fighter class again. It’s been a while since I visited the Academy's assets.”
Wilham the Mnemon lapsed into thought again, and didn’t resume the interview until a few minutes had passed, and Periclum had returned with a new girl in tow.
This one was a redhead. Her hair and complexion matched Maeve’s so closely that they could’ve been sisters. This girl, however, was a lot smaller both in height and in bust size. Her pale body was immaculate, except for the freckles that were evident on her small chest and lovely butt, which were both on display thanks to the girl being clad in nothing but a ragged bikini. Though clothed like a beggar, her gray eyes were steeled with determination, and she didn’t blink as Periclum presented her to the Mnemon for inspection.
“Oh, another redhead! Excellent choice, Periclum.”
The woman bowed and smiled at the compliment, then added, “She is a fresh recruit to the Boob Corps, Master Mnemon. Shall I set her to start draining the subject, or…?”
The question hung in the air for a long moment. She was asking if Wilham wanted to have the new girl for his own use, and he seemed to seriously consider the idea, seizing the girl by her narrow waist and spinning her around, before pushing her away.
“You’re lucky I’m a boob man, Linhart. She’s all yours. Why don’t you get started, and then we’ll get to the crux of your business here.”
Periclum nodded, then called for the two girls to start aiding in the preparation. The redhead turned sullenly, accepting her fate, and without resisting, allowed the women to lift her up onto Linhart’s body. His dick was still fully erect, which Linhart felt was his body betraying him.
He did not want to fuck this girl while the man with the crazy eyes was watching. But he couldn't help but do his own assessment of the girl, who was now looking upon him with obvious attitude. He didn’t agree with his appraisal of the girl’s breasts. They were a little on the small side, but they were beautifully shaped, like fat rain drops running down her slim chest. They hung like ripe fruit in front of him while the girl was pushed into position.
No one asked for his opinion, so he simply accepted that he would have to fuck her in front of an audience. In barely any time at all, the three of them had spread the girl’s pussy and forced his tool into her tight tunnel.
“Oof! That dick may be huge, but it doesn’t appeal to the ladies, does it? How do you make your girls feel good, or is that not your thing?”
Linhart was squirming with discomfort as well. Having his dick forced into another unprepared girl; he was starting to chafe down there.
“It is my thing! I always make sure my girls are feeling good,” he said defensively. Then for the benefit of the girl and everyone watching, he added, “If they aren’t horny to begin with, I use magic to prepare them. Girl, can you please hold my hands and I’ll make this experience much better for both of us.”
Linhart cast ‘Honey Pot’ on the redhead, in front of a not-impressed Wilham and an apprehensive Periclum. This girl reacted even better then the previous, and soon she was completely entranced with him, humping his monster cock as best as her little body could handle, while her arms and hands explored every inch of his restrained chest and arms.
“Okay, so you use a Love spell. It’s kind of simple, just a basic plot device, but I get it... Show me your best spell.”
“Unngh… you mean, my best spell, other than Honey Pot?” Linhart asked, having a hard time communicating, as the redheaded girl was running her tongue across his teeth. “I only know one other spell…”
“Really? Fine, hit me with your one spell. I can handle it, whatever it is…”
Linhart struggled. It was a little hard to gesture with his hands tied and the girl, who was now cumming to a climax on his rod, was fondling every part of him, but he managed it and his other spell, directed at the Mnemon, took hold. A poof of floral scent struck him in the nose.
The Mnemon moved, again without any motion, he was standing, towering over Linhart’s prone body now.
“What is that smell? Did you just hit me with ‘Cleaning’?”
Wilham was not amused. He pushed the girl hard enough that she squawked in terror and fell off of Linhart’s body, hitting the floor. Reaching down and pressing his big, strong hand into Linhart’s skinny neck, Wilham pressed a meaty finger from his other hand to Linhart’s palm with such force, he was afraid it would pierce right through.
“What OTHER spells do you know?” the Mnemon asked, his eyes sparkling clear, and his teeth gritted.
Linhart didn’t hesitate to answer. Honesty would get him through this, somehow, he hoped.
“None! I only know those two spells,” he cried.
“Why is your spell list so useless? How does ‘Cleaning' help advance the plot?” he demanded, the pressure on Linhart’s neck and hand increasing so that he was having a hard time answering, breathing, or even thinking. Those eyes were hypnotic and he couldn’t look away.
“What plot? I don’t understand,” Linhart pleaded. He could feel his sense of reality was warping. This man was holding him on the precipice of an abyss, and he could feel himself slipping.
“Don’t give me that shit. The plot! The fuckin’ plot! What did the Oracle tell you to do?”
“N- nothin! I- I’ve never met… t-t-the Oracle!” he choked out as best as he could.
“What?!” the Mnemon’s hands pushed down once more harder than ever, and then Linhart felt his neck released. He was balanced on the edge of blackness, and now he’s floating freely. Still semi-conscious, he could hear the voice of Wilham raging on, now at Periclum.
“This piece of shit’s useless. You’re wasting my fuckin’ time calling me here for these these NPCs with nothin but a big dick.”
He could hear the strained voice of Periclum shouting in dismay, as the scene faded to black.
“He was an anomaly! All I did was report him! You were the one who rushed here, Master Mnemon.”
* * * * * * * * *
Barely any time had passed, when Linhart recovered his senses enough to realize what was going on. His ears were filled with the sound of girlish grunts and cries of distress.
“Unnngh… W- wait… uunnnggh… I- I- I can do better…!”
The female cries were accompanied by sharp, wet slapping sounds that Linhart had come to associate with a pussy getting fucked hard. He opened his eyes, to a shocking sight. It made him question whether he was in fact awake, or whether this was a strange dream.
Periclum, the mage with the round face and evil eyes, was bent over the table to which he was still tied. From this angle, he could see her legs planted wide apart and straightened, while her butt was thrusting out, like she leaning into the assault. Her narrow waist was bent at 90 degrees, and her surprisingly large boobs swung like pendulums while her arms were braced on the table. Her head was thrown back and she was emitting a non-stop stream of gasps and apologies.
“I- I- I didn’t think… Haahhhnn… P- p- please, give me another chance…”
Standing behind her naked body, with his red dick flashing in and out of her, was the Mnemon, looking very pleased with himself. All the anger from earlier seemed to have disappeared, likely dispelled by the hardcore drilling he was giving Periclum.
“Hey, Linhart. No offense, but meeting you has been an extreme waste of my time. You’re probably like a supporting character, or worse, an NPC. Either way, I’m going to NTR you next loop, not that you even know what that means, you and your stupid big dick don't deserve to score with Maeve.”
He grabbed Periclum, his hands nearly encircling her waist, and redoubled his efforts, making her cries even louder and more desperate.
“Nooooo… Uuuuungh… I- I- I’m too powerful to be a boob soldier!... Haaaahhhnnn…” she sobbed. Her tits were swinging twice as fast, like a twin pair of melons in long fleshy sacs, they shook delightfully.
“Every couple of loops you forget yourself and talk back to me, Periclum.” Wilham explained in between thrusts. His cheeks were red from exertion, but his body was still pumping away at an admirable pace.
“What you don’t know is that I know you’re hiding a ten out of ten body under those robes. I look forward to teaching you this lesson every… chance… I get!” he shouting out at the end, accenting his last few words with powerful thrusts, which crescendoed with a grotesque facial expression as he released his load into her.
Linhart couldn’t take his eyes off the place where her perfectly shaped legs met her lovely rear end. How had he not noticed her hotness before? But something had changed, and when Wilham finally released his hold on Periclum’s hips, she stood up straight, staring dumbly ahead, a dribble of cum sliding down her leg.
The Mnemon finished by wiping his dick off on her side, then giving her a slap on the ass to send her on her way, saying, “All right, go report for your first day at the Boob Corps, Periclum. You, with the black hair!”
Bridi leapt to her feet, wringing her hands nervously, saying, “Yes, Master Mnemon?” Periclum was already exitting the room via the portal, completely placated.
“You are the new head of Boob Corps bolstering. I hope you do a better job than that bitch did. Get all our soldiers up to level 5 and you’ll be rewarded for your efforts. You can start by draining this dude's Fighting, Casting, and get him to cast 'cleaning' a few times before he hits zero, so he doesn't feel completely useless. Any questions?”
“No, Master!” Bridi said, an evil smile blooming on her face once more. Linhart didn’t like that look. It could only mean trouble for him. “I understand, and I will not disappoint you!”
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