"What is this thing? It looks… so creepy."
Madison glanced at the Russian nesting doll, clearly finding the ornament unsettling.
"I can feel a strange fluctuation coming from it…"
"That's because it's a magical artifact, used to seal a world-destroying witch."
Luke casually patted the nesting doll, completely unbothered by whatever was sealed inside.
Madison jumped in fright and hurriedly took a few steps back.
"My dear, welcome home. You must be tired."
Jenny stood at the entrance wearing only a sheer white gauze dress, smiling softly, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection for Luke.
The moment Luke heard that gentle, tingling voice, he immediately understood—this woman was yearning again.
Which made sense. After being starved for so many years, it was only natural that a woman who had just tasted forbidden fruit would reveal the ferocity of a crouching tiger.
If Madison hadn't been there, Luke would have been tempted to follow the teachers' example and start a battle right there in the entryway.
"Mmm. Don't dress like this at the door in the future."
As the man of the house, Luke gave a brief instruction, then slipped into his slippers while Jenny waited on him.
During the process, a bit of unavoidable friction occurred, quietly stirring the imagination.
Madison crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, watching the two of them linger.
She felt like a third wheel.
"You two talk. I'm going to the bathroom."
Madison turned and headed for the restroom. The moment she left, Jenny's eyes immediately lit up, and she sank to her knees as if she'd been hit with an aphrodisiac.
"Turn around," he said, voice low. "Show me that ass."
Jenny obeyed instantly, spinning on her knees, the sheer white gauze riding up as she arched her back.
No panties. Just smooth, flushed skin and the slick shine of how badly she wanted him. She looked over her shoulder, biting her lip, eyes glassy with need.
Luke dropped behind her, one hand fisting the gauze at her waist, the other guiding his cock straight into her soaked pussy. One hard thrust and he bottomed out; Jenny cried out, palms slapping the floor for balance.
He didn't give her time to adjust. He grabbed her thighs, lifted her legs clean off the ground so only her hands and forearms supported her weight, and started fucking her like that, suspended, helpless, her body rocking forward with every brutal snap of his hips.
"Ahh~ Luke—fuck—shouldn't we first go—Ahh!" The words tore out of her, broken and desperate.
He leaned over her back, breath hot against her ear. "Crawl."
Jenny whimpered but obeyed, dragging herself across the floor on trembling arms while Luke stayed buried inside her, hips never stopping.
Each forward pull dragged his cock along her walls; each thrust shoved her another inch toward the living room. The gauze bunched around her waist, tits swaying beneath her, nipples brushing the cool tile.
By the time they reached the sofa, Jenny was shaking, tears of overstimulation streaking her cheeks. Luke let her legs drop just long enough for her to collapse forward over the armrest, ass still high, pussy clenching around nothing.
He followed her down, sliding back in with one smooth stroke that punched a sob out of her throat. Then he bent over her, chest to her back, and kissed her, slow, filthy, swallowing every moan as he fucked her deep and steady.
Jenny's hands clawed at the cushions. She was close again, so close.
Luke pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and pushed her down onto the sofa. Before she could catch her breath, he was straddling her chest, cock slick with her arousal, tapping against her beautiful lips.
"Open," he ordered.
Jenny's mouth fell open eagerly, tongue already out. Luke fed himself in, inch by inch, until her lips sealed around the base and her throat fluttered around him.
Then he braced one hand on the back of the sofa and started fucking her mouth like he had her pussy, hard and relentless.
Jenny took it beautifully, tears streaming, mascara smudging, gagging just enough to make it filthy. Her hands clutched his thighs, nails digging in, urging him deeper.
By the time he was done, Jenny's legs were even weaker, her lips slightly swollen.
Just then, Madison came back out.
She paid no attention to Jenny as she hurried into the kitchen and simply dropped herself onto the soft sofa.
For some reason, the sofa felt a little damp.
"Madison, interested in learning more magic?" Luke asked casually while idly turning the nesting doll in his hands.
Madison's eyes immediately lit up. "Magic? I can learn magic?"
"You're already descended from a witch. You didn't know?" Luke asked in surprise.
Madison froze, thinking carefully. "I didn't know. My parents never told me."
Luke was speechless.
No wonder witches were becoming fewer and fewer in this era.
The rich rely on technology; the poor rely on mutation.
You're born with something countless people would kill for, yet you neither cherish it nor pass it down.
And you still want to be an ordinary person?
In this insane, doomed Universe, having that kind of idea was downright foolish.
"Never mind. Under normal circumstances, once you graduate high school, the Witch Academy will come looking for you and invite you to enroll."
Seeing how much Luke seemed to know, Madison couldn't help but lean closer, wrap her arms around him, and whine softly, "But you know so much magic. Why don't you teach me first?"
"You can't learn my magic, but I can let you directly master a few spells. Anything beyond that, you'll have to study yourself."
Ever since Madison had been fully recorded into the Reality Editor, she had been converted into a friendly hero template Luke could modify.
Naturally, Luke could adjust her stats and grant her abilities.
But for now, Madison only had four skill slots—three regular skills and one ultimate skill.
Any additional abilities would require her to learn them through real-world study, and those skills wouldn't occupy any slots.
Madison's eyes lit up. "I want to learn that Meteor Summoning spell! And Triple Rashomon! Oh—and Teleportation, plus a Shield spell!"
Luke gave her a look. "That all sounds great, but why do you want to learn the Meteor one?"
Madison laughed. "To blow up the school, of course!"
"I hate reading, I hate studying. Wouldn't it be better to spend that time on vacation?"
Luke's mouth twitched. "A bold idea. I'm sure the students would worship you as a hero. But I refuse."
"Heavenly Star consumes an enormous amount of magic power. With your current reserves, the moment you cast it, you'd be completely drained and die under your own meteor."
"Start with basic spells. You can't run before you learn how to walk. What do you think this is—a video game?"
Madison's mouth immediately drooped.
"Blow up the school? Who wants to blow up the school?!"
Yulinka walked out of the room, staring at Luke with eyes full of anticipation.
Although she was only a little over ten years old, her intelligence and mental development had long surpassed that of ordinary adults.
She simply couldn't get along with the idiots at elementary school.
Might as well blow it up.
"Hm?"
Luke's sharp gaze swept over her. Yulinka's expression changed instantly, and she suddenly became well-behaved.
"Blowing up the school is bad. I heard that clearing crime requires evidence, but counterterrorism only needs coordinates—and being on the wanted list of the police uncles is very dangerous."
Yulinka brought over a glass of plain water. "You must be tired, Daddy."
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"Pfft~! What did you just say?!" Madison, who had just taken a sip of water, immediately spat it out.
Yulinka blinked her innocent eyes. "Didn't Mommy sleep with Daddy? I saw Mommy come out of Daddy's room with my own eyes this morning."
Madison's mouth twitched, utterly speechless.
"Big Sister Madison, should I call you Stepmom from now on?" Yulinka added sweetly.
Madison's face flushed immediately. She shook her head repeatedly. "Just call me Madison. I'm only eighteen."
Even though there were plenty of eighteen-year-old mothers in this world, Madison still thought she was in the prime of her youth and had no desire to suddenly become someone's "mom."
The thought alone made her skin crawl.
Afraid that Yulinka would say something even more outrageous, Madison hurriedly changed the subject. "Then… where can I learn magic?"
Yulinka's eyes lit up beside her.
She disliked studying because she had already mastered all low-level calculations, and even high school material came easily to her.
But learning magic was different.
Luke shook the nesting doll lightly. "Wait until I find you both a teacher."
With that, Luke snapped his fingers, and the group was instantly pulled into the Mirror Dimension.
The world before them shattered like glass, making both Yulinka's and Madison's eyes shine with excitement.
Luke then opened one of the nesting dolls.
A golden, sand-like stream of sound gathered together, forming the figure of a male sorcerer with braided hair, squinting eyes, and a yellow robe.
He was the embodiment of every stereotype.
The male sorcerer, upon seeing the three strangers, said nothing and immediately began manipulating the dragon-shaped ornament on his belt.
The carving seemed to come alive, shifting from two dimensions into three.
However, Luke was faster.
Before the dark sorcerer could complete his spell, the surrounding buildings suddenly sprouted countless gears and rotating saw blades. Like a ferocious mechanical beast, they lunged forward and devoured him whole, shredding him to pieces in an instant under the black-robed wizard's horrified gaze.
[Dark Sorcerer Minion A eliminated. Recording successful. Gained 800 Anomaly Points. Current Anomaly Points: 800 / 1300.]
"What era is this? You still need a wind-up just to cast a spell?"
Luke turned to look at Madison and Yulinka. Their pupils had expanded at the same time, as if they'd been carved from the same mold.
"Did you see that clearly? When you use magic in the future, never have a huge wind-up like that just to release a spell."
"When you take action, be decisive. Never give your opponent a chance to use an ultimate move or transform."
"And most importantly—when you fight, just fight. Never waste words. Saying one extra sentence in battle is disrespecting your own life."
Madison and Yulinka nodded obediently.
Still, both of them were inwardly confused.
The other guy had been charging up an ultimate move… but Luke had just used an ultimate as a basic attack.
Was that even reasonable?
Seeing them nod, Luke silently thanked Minion A for willingly entering the game and providing such a vivid, practical demonstration.
Glancing over Minion A's template, Luke found it interesting. Although the sorcerer was weak, he actually possessed quite a few spells.
Fire Spell. Telekinesis. Transfiguration. Animation. Cleaning Spell…
After all, he was a dark sorcerer sealed away by Balthazar, one of Merlin's three disciples.
Even if he was weak, he was still stronger than the average sorcerer.
At the very least, Kaecilius had only been worth 700 points.
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