R-S Chapter 20 (Patreon)

I didn’t immediately choose my classes because I knew I could work around the fact that I was the last student Mr. Cullman needed to keep his support mage funding. I was hoping for money but even just special privileges would be worth it. We made our way to the brothel, Brutus tried to get us to go to a different one but I led us into the one with Lola.

It was still early enough that if the Madame saw new customers she’d wheel out the red carpet for them. I noticed her watching this time before it happened as Brutus moved up to the counter. “One of your most beautiful women please.” The Madame smiled as she brought them all out again. I smile as I pull five zeffer from my pouch. “I’ll take the bunny girl.”

The Madame smirked again as she responded. “Lola is a single zeffer for an hour. The noble who purchased her didn’t pay so she has to make up the money until she pays herself off.” Out of curiosity, I asked. “How much to buy her?” I saw the Madame’s smile grow for a second before she responded in an attempt to get me to flinch. “Ten zell.”

Ten zell was more than some nobles had, so the price seemed extremely exaggerated to me until you look at the type of slave she was. A beautiful slave like her was supposed to be a money-making asset over the course of her life, her poor attitude toward people who didn’t satisfy her was the only reason she wasn’t more heavily priced.

The twenty zell lottery was enough for that person to live luxuriously for the rest of his life as long as he didn’t go crazy. The cost of going to the most prestigious magical academy was one zell for normal classes and two zell for the mage class every year, most of the cost being taken up by the ambrosia wine each student was given. I’d have never been able to afford it if my parents hadn’t left the majority of the cost behind from their deaths.

“I’m buying five hours with her. I’ll get the ten zell later this month.” One of the girls gasped as the goblins cheered for me. Lola and the Madame both smirked thinking I was putting on a front. I was going to show both of them that I was serious right now and then again when I bought her for real. We made our way to her bedroom and for the first twenty minutes, she acted like the first time we had sex.

At the twenty-minute mark, she knew I wasn’t all talk and stopped treating me like an idiot who overestimates himself. Forty minutes she couldn’t hold her voice back anymore as she began to pant, moan, and cry out. An hour in I had her cumming her brains out. At the two-hour mark, I could hear the other female brothel workers gather at the door to eavesdrop.

We stopped for a quick food and water break two and a half hours in. She tried to crawl away leaving behind a snail trail from the mixture of our love juices and I pulled her back by her little cotton tail. I had her eat a sandwich and drink down two cupfuls of water before we continued. Our bodies were made for each other but mine could now outlast hers on account of the mana cycling I was doing.

We had sex for another ten minutes before she begged for mercy. We kissed, I lost track of the time as I couldn’t look at the clock in the room while my face was connected with hers. She rolled me onto my back as she broke off her kiss. I felt a sudden wetness on the side of my head as she cried into me.

“Why… Why couldn’t you have been the one to buy me.” She cried into my shoulder and the only thing I could do was console her. “It’s fine. I’m here now. You just have to hold out for a week or two.” I just held her for most of the remaining time, rubbing her back and telling her everything would be fine. I wouldn’t let what happened the second time loop ever happen to her again.

I needed to learn how to help people start cycling. Increasing her stamina so she could last as long as I could was another long-term goal I had to work on. We fit together so well before but now I could last almost forever. An orgasm every five minutes increased to fifteen as I grew more experienced with sex and stopped exploding so quickly. After I started cycling that expanded to thirty minutes as I cycled more and more mana.

If I was excited enough I could get three shots without stopping, which was now increased to six, and each shot after the first took longer and longer making it so I could have sex for hours upon hours. Before the day finished, I went to the academy and talked with Mr. Cullman. He looked frazzled but not in the same condition he was in after he couldn’t reach his quota for students.

“Hello, Mr. Cullman? I’m here to see what kind of deal I can work out with you to join your class.” He tried to play off how terrible his position was. “Why do you assume I need people to sign up for my class?” I walked over and handed him my readout. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of my mana capacity. Any plan to convince me through my lack of ability flew out of his mind as he knew I could join the more prestigious mage class if I wanted to.

With a defeated expression he sighed. “What do you want?” I thought about money. “How much money can you offer me to join?” He laughed before realizing I was serious. “Kid, I’m flat fucking broke, most of my own money goes into keeping this class going. If I could buy students, don’t you think I would?” That made sense, the man looked in shambles at the first and second loops.

“Can you do a promissory note?...” No, I don’t think the Madame will accept that. He shut that thought process down right away though. “Not really. I’m currently in debt from purchasing more enchanting books for a project from one of my students.” So I couldn’t get money out of this, which was fine. I half expected this exact situation. “I’d like special permissions then and extra attention to become better at these support-type magics.”

If he failed to get the students he needed to not have his funding cut, he didn’t teach other classes and would often blame me for not joining his class, which made him even less likely to teach me anything. I needed to get the most out of this situation and having him teach me even more than he normally would was a step in the right direction for catching up on all the lost progress I had towards support magic the previous two time loops.

We discussed it a bit more before finalizing the deal in which I had him sign an agreement. The support class was the only one that lost money, just because of how little interest people had in it. If the teacher made a zell a month, it would take at least twelve students for the school to break even and that was only to pay for his salary, not the cost of the focus/books/spells and all the other items required for his class.

I went and signed up for his class, the recruiters tried to convince me to join the infiltrator and healer classes, but for now, I had to stick with him. I needed to buckle down and learn about support magic.