5 Sex Symbol.

—The smells of old vintage books… Bring back memories.

It would be years since he'd smelled this scent and felt the texture of a book's pages sliding over his fingers.

Even though he could read most of them, some words were unknown to him, and some others didn't even exist in his original words, so his grandma tutored him while she also reviewed novels and gave them a rating between ★☆☆☆☆ and ★★★★★ before sending it to her editors.

For now, he willingly followed his family's advice. Learning from his mother and grandma was better than from unqualified people. After all, both of them were scholars by their own means.

Plus, he had no desire to go to class or into an academy. At least for now. He may have looked like he had just turned 18, but his mind was a bit older than that, and not too long ago, he was committing war crimes and stealing paintings from the museums to make money.

That said, he was tempted to go to class at some point. First, he might do some nice networking if he ever goes there. Second, he now lives in the hentaiverse, and the huge city he lives in is the last bastion of humanity, so most heroines from doujins, eroges, and stuff will be there.

After all, what dude would throw away the chance to fuck all these girls?

Yeah, it was definitely something he'd have to do. That said, for the time being, he preferred to focus on the lore of this world, brush up on his skills, and learn the basics of magic.

"Efran, dear, are you listening?"

"…Sorry, I was spacing out."

"Come on, focus up," She sighed, readjusting her glasses on her nose. "You were the one who asked me to tutor you, so pay attention to me, will you?"

"I was just thinking about… superpower." He sighed while stretching. "Mom is an enchantress. A mystic art user. And you can replicate what you read in books perfectly."

"Listen, airhead. Firstly, this isn't that simple. I can only replicate things that can be applied to my body, soul, and spirit. I can't copy anything I want. Also, our genes are refined and exquisite. Yours even more so. Your mom chose a good genitor to give birth to you. I'm sure you have it in you. You just have to find a way to ignite this magic sparkle sleeping in you."

—So they really don't know about my power. Better to keep it a secret from everyone, then.

Sighing, his grandma stroked his hair before gingerly massaging his shoulders.

It seemed like the former him, the one who fell into the Great Pit, was actually quite insecure about… well, everything. So now, his mom and granny didn't really know how to act with him. They felt like he was the one teasing them and not the other way around.

It was just too exciting for them to remain calm, but still, for now, they controlled themselves. But for how long will their denied urges and longing be kept bottled?

"S-So, come on, Efran. Do you remember the different magic types?"

"Elemental, Lunar and Solar, Astrology, Druidic, Mystic, Alchemy and Art. Elemental is what it means, but the elements can mix up, like fire and earth, making magma. Lunar and Solar are basically Yin and Yang, light and darkness, male and female energy."

"Exactly." She agreed, continuing to massage his shoulder. "Darkness and light are not working against each other. In fact, they can be used in tandem while also coupled with other magics… Ah. Sorry. Continue."

"Astrology is mainly used by scholars but also by rare magic users. It allows someone to manifest the power residing in the name of a star or the nomenclature of a constellation. It borrows the star or constellation from the sky for a while, so it only works at night."

"Well, they can also use the sun during the day, but it's useless for scholars. Farmers most often use it to keep their crops in the light and warm during winter."

"So they can steal the sun from the sky?"

"Well, it never happened, but I suppose if someone has the willpower and resilience to keep in check its power, it's a possibility."

"Powerful shit, then." He muttered before recounting the rest of what he learned. "Druidic magic is correlated to plants and animals. It's nature magic. Herbalism too. Enchantress falls under the druidic magic type user. Like mom."

"Your mom also falls under the Lunar and Mystic magic type user. Feminine energy, divination, rituals, and druidic magic make a nice combination."

"So I guess there's no limit to how much magic people can use?"

"No, there isn't. The only issue is the time one must dedicate to become more than average at one magic type, so most wizards and witches focus on one or two types. Your mom is just a natural. She's talented at two types of magic and learned another one to an average level."

"I guess that's why most scholars opt for druidic magic: to live-steal nature and live longer."

"Yes, spot on. Haha!~"

"You use some? I mean, you're still gorgeous for your age."

"For my age, huh?" She scoffed, closing her eyelids. "Thanks for the compliment. But no, I don't use druidic magic. I just take care of myself, I'm mindful of what I eat, and I go swimming a few times a week."

"And I thought I'd cracked your secret."

"I feel flattered enough. You should stop... But it's good that you think that. I already heard some men say that I was just flab on heels, geez.~" She giggled, tenderly massaging his neck, sending a shiver through his spine. "I use alchemy and art magic, but we'll start off with mystic. Remember what you can do with it?"

"It's basically the use of the magic particles, neutrinos, that helps produce every other type of magic. It's magic in its purest form, but also the weakest in terms of destructive power, so it's mainly used with other tools, such as magic wands, crystal balls, tarots, rituals, etc."

"Exactly, and since it's what makes every other magic, an excellent user might be able to sap the magic proficiency of someone else. It's something used in ritual for the casters to channel every bit of their neutrinos into it so the ritual's result could be the most potent possible."

"And then, Alchemy and Art. Alchemy is to change the state of matter into something else. Even to something never seen before. It's not magic per se, but it uses neutrinos. Art magic is a magical creative process trapping neutrinos into a form of art. It can be singing, music, a book, a painting, or even a tattoo. It can be trapped into paint, tattoo, the musical waves, etc., and the artist's intention influence the final powers of said art."

"You remember everything! Finally... So much the better. It was getting boring."

"You're the one who made a long-ass lecture."

"Indeed, but to be fair with you," She conceded, stroking his hair one last time before getting away to pick up a book. "You were such an airhead before that I thought you wouldn't remember much of what I explained."

"Have I changed that much?"

"Mhm.~ For the better, in my opinion, even if I may miss the cute airhead you were once before."

"This is?" He asked, taking the book she was handing him.

"Our family's antique grimoire. I've been keeping it here, but since you're so interested in magic, I think it's rightfully yours. Just keep it in your backpack until you return home."

"Alright. Thanks for the gift."

"It's not a gift. Just a little something to help you study."

"Is it that useful?"

"Of course, or else I wouldn't give it to you." She grumbled, rolling her eyes. "—Well, well... Now, please go and see Irina. I've told her that you needed some geography and history books. She must have picked all the books already. We must hurry, or we'll be late for your appointment."

"Alright, I'm going."

"Ah! Wait! I'll meet you downstairs, in front of the car, but if I'm not there on time, here are the keys. Don't wait for me. Just go there alone. You know da way."

"I don't mind driving without a license, but are you okay with that?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't tell you to do it. A little stimulation at your age won't do you any harm. I'll pay the bill if you get a fine. Just don't say anything to your mom..."

"Haha! Alright, I guess that's a deal."

At least, thanks to all of that, he was learning fast while trying to find some work. Today, he was finally going to get some dough. 

That said, she had told him she would coach him if he got good grades on the exam she was preparing for him. Being pampered like that amused him but was also smothering, but he couldn't blame her or his mom.

—Giving them what they want is for the best. I'll fuck them, too, at some point, and since there's no consanguinity here, I might as well cum in their cunts as much as I want.

Walking down the stairs, he passed by the staff of the extensive bookshop and library his grandma ran.

His family's most significant source of income seemed to come from here. His mother received customers in a small office adjoining the house, where she read tarot cards and created enchantments, potions, and other items. However, it wasn't that much of a money-maker.

Reaching the ground floor of the bookshop, the enormous shelves crammed over several floors with giant sliding ladders filled with books moved on their own as flying grimoires stored into it by themselves. There was a certain "Harry Potter" vibe to it all.

Stopping in front of the reception desk, a lady in her early thirties, with long black hair, onyx eyes, and glasses, was writing letters by hand and with different fountain pens, scribbling by themselves. She wore a long black dress, adding an air of gloom to her surroundings despite her peaceful expression.

"Excuse me, you're Irina, right?"

Shaking off her focus, all the floating pens writing by themselves fell on the table as her eyes fluttered before looking at him.

"Y-Yes? Sorry..."

"Eleanor told me you'd picked up the books I needed."

"Yes, here they are." She said after standing up and handing him a pile of books. "Careful, that's quite heavy."

"No problem. Thanks for the help back then." He grinned, teasing her. "Just don't read erotica novels in front of people next time... even if they are written in Braille. Haha!"

"S-Stop messing with me... You're the one who insisted on looking at it."

"Curiosity got the better of me." He said, walking away. "Well then! Bye!"

"B-Bye..."

—Well... I have something to keep me busy for a while with all these books.

Plus, she met this girl again. He had no memories of seeing her in any doujins, but she was a cutie anyway.

That was just one more target. He wanted to use his powers on many women, harvest their energies, and make magic ink with them for his tattoos—at least, he wanted to try.

Mrs. Bullet, Coolpunch, and all the other female heroes seemed the best way to test his theory about people's energy. However, for the moment, the only way to meet them again was when they called him back to the police station, but since he wasn't fond of that, he focused his attention on other, more approachable women.

From what he also read, it was highly probable that other races had other types of energies, so elves, monster girls, etc., were the way to go.

The only place to find them around here was the slave market situated in the pleasure district. That said, their numbers were limited.

Since the outworlders were highly hateful of the inworlders, they were selling them for whatever purpose. As someone who forced war prisoners into slavery, he knew how the stuff worked.

The only issue was justifying buying slaves to his mom and grandma... and also having enough room and money to take care of them. So it wasn't really something he could do as of right now.

The best way to find elves alone was to explore Agartha, but this was another matter entirely, and he didn't plan to become a hero or adventurer.

—That said, I must say they have some heroines, like 10T, who give me the itch to get close to them.

Even once in the car, despite his grandma driving fast to arrive on time for his appointment, he couldn't help but think of these guys—these heroes. Are these really all they have? Given the current state of technological advancement, atomic bombs certainly existed, so why not throw one into the Great Pit and detonate it?

Magic probably had something to do with it, but still, in such cases, it meant conventional weapons such as guns were obsolete against the inworlders, which would explain why the people around here needed enchantresses to enchant weapons and stuff.

—Duh. I guess this is a world where swords and shields are stronger than tanks and bombs. I even bet that bikini armors protect far better than Kevlar vests.

Parking the car near Da-Som's store, he grabbed his belongings and hurried inside, already a little late with a bunch of paperwork he had previously filled.

The seamstress wasn't alone in the back of the store. One of her employees stood with her. She was a pretty woman in her forties with hazel eyes and dark brown hair. Once again, her boobs were bountiful and her hips were worth having his kids. She wore a colorful floral dress that matched her sparkling appearance and bubbly demeanor.

"Oh! Som-Som, the boy's here!"

"Ah, yes... He IS here. Impressive." Da-Som sighed before clapping her hands. "Lil bro Efran, next time, try to be even later for our appointment. I don't have a busy schedule, after all."

"It won't happen again." He answered, knowing being ironic or snarky wouldn't do anything to secure his job.

"I also slowed him down," His grandma frowned. "So please don't be too harsh."

"Oh? Mrs. Eleanor? I assumed Catherine would be the one coming with him since she was against all of this at first. Did something happen?"

"Just like you, Katty had a busy schedule. So she asked me to come instead."

"I see. We're all overbooked these days," Da-Som lamented, taking a bunch of tailored clothes and handing them to Efran. "Alright, lil bro, that's what you must wear."

"What the heck is that...?"

"Nice suit and KINKY clothes made especially for you. There's quite a bunch of sex-deprived and lustful ladies everywhere. Nobilities, bourgeoisie, and people like us." She clarified, starting to undress him. "These ladies like our magazines and the stuff we post online. They always ask for more and more kinky stuff, but male models are... rare, and really attractive male models are even harder to get your hand on, so I hope you're alright with becoming a sex symbol?"

"Pff! A sex symbol, haha! Don't overdo it. You just want me as your model. I understand." Efran wheezed between two laughs, starting to change his clothes. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I'm willing to give it a try. Let's go."

"I'm not overdoing it, though. Most "male" models are masculine women who crossdress, so it's hard to produce really kinky stuff." She explained by raising her index finger. "But yep! Nothing ventured, nothing gained! That's what I like to hear! No bitch-boy! I like that! It's just a try for now, so don't sweat it. Go with the flow. It's better if you don't overthink during the photo shoot."

"Well, I'll try, but these kinda playboy clothes make my skin crawl."

"Hehe!~ The secret to wearing this stuff without feeling too dumb when posing is to focus on the horizon and imagine that the people around you are... butt-naked."

"Is that really an advice?"

"Yep! Lil bro isn't the first one to ask me that, but yeah, that's what pro models do to remain in character during photoshoots or fashion shows."

"Eh... I'll do that then. But maybe it would work even better if you actually got nak—"

"In your dream, bucko, haha!" Da-Som chortled, pinching his nose. "That's a professional appointment, believe it or not. We are professionals here, professionals."

"All right, Som-Som," The photographer announced, changing her camera lens. "I've made all the lighting tweaks and kept the background black. It'll highlight his skin and the outfits you've prepared for him."

"Perfect, perfect! Lil' bro, please go in. We're already way too late."

As instructed, he positioned himself right in the middle of the shot area and readied himself to perform compromising stances that would make him cringe.

He probably wouldn't do something like this if it weren't for the money, but he'd rather laugh than cry about it.

Besides, thanks to his granny, his mom had been talked into letting him be featured in a magazine despite her aversion to media promoting what she called unbridled carnality.

He'd held back from telling her that she was even more unbridled than those supposed magazines, but he didn't want to make her cry, so he didn't say anything.

The photoshoot had been way funnier than he'd imagined. Staying serious was much more challenging than he thought, especially as a beginner, but it was a positive experience anyway.

Da-Som didn't interfere and let Itoe, her photographer, do her job from start to finish. She seemed to have a power that allowed her to control things from a distance, such as moving light spots from a distance—telekinesis or something akin to it.

As for his grandma, she was engrossed in a contemplative lust. Her pussy felt tingly more than once more at the sight of her grandson in such outfits and posing in such a flirtatious fashion.

She felt her ravenous womb call for his cock, but refused to admit it, blushing furiously as her fingers grazed against her panty. She was besotted.

He may not be a sex symbol yet, but she sure desired his sex.