Chapter 10

The next morning, I wake up feeling more refreshed than ever before. The dragon’s gift has not only boosted my mana reserves but also seems to have invigorated my entire being. I stretch my limbs languidly, feeling the sheets slide off my skin, my two cocks resting comfortably against my thighs. The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. As I get out of bed, the weight of the decision I made last night sits heavily on my shoulders. I must use this power wisely, not just for my own gain, but for the betterment of this world.

I head downstairs to the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air. My mother is busy cooking breakfast, humming to herself, and the clanging of pans and sizzling of bacon fills the room with a comforting symphony. But as I enter the living room, my heart sinks. There’s my father, sprawled out on the couch, a bottle of whiskey lying next to him, empty. His face is flushed, and his snores echo through the room, a sad testament to his usual state. It’s not unusual to find him like this, he’s a drunken clown even in this universe despite the fact that he didn’t even lose my mother in this reality.

Ignoring the mess, I walk over to the kitchen, giving my mom a warm smile. “Morning, Mom,” I say, trying to keep my voice light. She looks up from the stove, her eyes tired but a smile playing on her lips. She wipes her hands on her apron and walks over to me, giving me a gentle hug.

“Good morning, dear,” she says, patting my back. “You seem more ... at peace today. Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“The best,” I reply, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. “Just had some profound insights during my meditations.”

Mom nods, a knowing look in her eyes. She’s always been a bit of a New Age type, so the idea of me meditating isn’t too far-fetched. “Well, I’m glad you found some peace,” she says, turning back to the stove to flip the eggs. “Your father...” she trails off, not needing to say more.

I finish getting dressed and grab a plate of eggs and toast, scarfing it down as quickly as I can. The energy from the dragon’s gift is coursing through me, making me eager to get out into the world and start using it. As I swallow the last bite, I lean over and give my mother a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, Mom,” I say, trying to keep the excitement from my voice. “I’ll see you after school.”

With that, I head out the door, feeling the crisp air against my skin as the sun rises fully over the horizon. The walk to school is a blur, my mind racing with thoughts of the day ahead. I know that my power has grown, but I’m not quite sure how I’m going to wield it yet. The streets are empty at this hour, the only sound the crunch of my shoes on the sidewalk. It’s a peaceful moment, a brief respite from the storm that is my life.

As I turn the corner into the school parking lot, I spot Bethany getting out of her mom’s car. Her eyes light up when she sees me, and she waves, a smile playing on her lips. She looks radiant in the morning light, her brown hair shimmering and her eyes sparkling with excitement. She hurries over to me, her books clutched tightly to her chest.

“Good morning,” she says, her voice breathy and sweet. She’s wearing a simple dress that hugs her curves just enough to make my mouth water. I lean in and kiss her on the cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. She blushes, and I can feel the energy of her mana swell in response to my touch.

Her mom, Mrs. Williams, gets out of the car and comes over, a look of curiosity in her eyes. She’s a slightly overweight but beautiful woman, with lush brunette hair and a figure that could make any man’s heart race. She’s the PTA president and a pillar of the community, she is always friendly and willing to help others whenever she can.

“Good morning, young man,” she says, her voice warm and inviting. “How are you today?”

I smile, the power of the dragon’s gift coursing through me like a river of warmth. “Never better,” I reply, my voice filled with more confidence than I’ve ever felt. “And how are you, Mrs. Williams?”

Her curiosity piqued by the kiss, she tilts her head to the side, a look of innocent bewilderment etched on her features. “What was that?” she asks, gesturing to where my lips had just been. “I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”

“It’s a show of affection,” I explain, keeping my tone casual and nonchalant. “In my ... spiritual practice, it’s a way to express gratitude and warmth.” I can see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to process this new concept. Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, and she nods slowly, taking it all in.

Bethany giggles, a knowing look in her eyes. She’s already been initiated into the ‘healing’ rituals, and she’s become quite adept at playing the part. “It’s true, Mom,” she says, her voice dripping with sincerity. “It’s part of his special techniques.”

Mrs. Williams’s eyes widen slightly, and she looks at me with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “Well, I suppose we can all learn something new,” she says, though her voice is tight with tension. I can sense that she’s intrigued, and the idea of being close to someone who can bring such joy to her daughter is definitely appealing to her.

Without missing a beat, I lean in and gently kiss her on the cheek, mimicking the affectionate gesture I had given to Bethany just moments before. Her body stiffens for a brief second, and then she relaxes into it, her eyes fluttering shut. I can feel the energy of her mana respond to my touch, and she gasps softly. “Wha-what was that?” she stammers, her eyes snapping open.

I smile warmly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It’s a simple healing technique,” I explain. “It’s about connecting on a deeper level, sharing positive energy to uplift the soul.” She nods, looking slightly dazed, and I can see the curiosity blossoming in her gaze. It’s clear she’s never experienced anything like it before.

Bethany giggles again, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she steps closer to me. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling my face down to hers. Our lips meet, and I kiss her deeply, my hands moving to cup her ass. Her body melts into mine, and she lets out a soft moan, the sound lost in the depths of our kiss. We stay like that for a full 30 seconds, our tongues dancing together, my cocks growing hard at the thought of what’s to come.

Mrs. Williams watches, her eyes wide with astonishment. She’s never seen such intimacy before, and the raw passion in our kiss seems to be an alien concept to her. But as she looks at us, something shifts in her gaze. I can feel the tension in her body, a cocktail of confusion and arousal. She’s married to a man who can never satisfy her, and here I am, a god-like figure with the power to bring her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

As we break apart, a string of saliva stretches between Bethany’s lips and mine, a symbol of our growing connection. She giggles again, a light, musical sound that seems to resonate in the air. “Come on, let’s go to class,” she says, taking my hand and leading me away.

Mrs. Williams remains rooted to the spot, staring after us with a mix of shock and something else. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s clear that the kiss has left an imprint on her. She’s frozen, her hand hovering over her own cheek as if she can still feel the warmth of my lips. I give her a reassuring smile and a wink before following Bethany into the school.

The halls are still mostly empty, the occasional teacher setting up their classroom for the day. We make our way to Mrs. Baker’s office, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air. It’s early, so the office is unlocked. I push the door open, and we slip inside.

Mrs. Baker looks up from her desk, her eyes widening in pleasant surprise as she sees us. “Good morning,” she says, her voice a soft purr. She’s dressed in a tight skirt and a blouse that shows just a hint of cleavage. The sight of her sends a thrill of excitement through me, and I can feel my mana stirring.

“Mrs. Baker, I’ve come to continue my spiritual training,” I announce, a knowing smirk playing on my lips. I turn to Bethany “And today, I’d like you to join us.”

Her eyes widen slightly, but the spark of curiosity and excitement is unmistakable. She nods, and without a word, both she and Bethany begin to disrobe, their clothes falling away to reveal their naked forms. Mrs. Baker’s body is a testament to the power of the mana she’s been storing; her skin is flawless, her breasts firm, and her stomach flat despite having three children, I keep having to remind myself that natural births don’t exist here. Bethany’s body is still that of a young goddess, her breasts full and her hips curving.

Bethany gasps when she sees my two cocks for the first time, her eyes going wide with shock. She reaches out tentatively to touch one, her hand shaking slightly. “Why do you have two now?” she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of awe and fear.

“It’s part of my spiritual growth,” I reply, keeping my tone soothing. “It’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just another way that I can share my energy with you.” Mrs. Baker watches us, her eyes glittering with lust. She’s seen this form before, having experienced the full force of my power in the throes of passion. She knows the secrets that lie beneath the surface of this innocent-seeming world, and she craves the pleasure I bring her.

With a gentle nudge, I guide Bethany and Mrs. Baker to stand side by side, facing the desk. “Now, both of you, bend over and place your hands flat on the desk,” I instruct, my voice firm but calm. They obey without question, their curiosity and desire overshadowing any doubts they might have. I can see the fine hairs on their arms standing on end, the anticipation thick in the air.