15 Chapter 15

Travis got up and sat a bit closer to her as he placed his hand on her thigh. He held the urge to squeeze it; he just closely and gently caressed her thigh, which made her cheeks red.

"Honestly speaking, your husband is the one that is tweaking," she said.

She then cast a confused gaze on him, which made Travis realize he was using 21st-century slang.

"I mean he's the one who's weird. Looking at you, I feel extremely aroused. I just want to consume you, you see," he spoke like your average English teacher, with passion.

Right now, Travis was riling her up. Jane completely fell for his words, so much that she wanted to hear more of them.

"What do you like about me specifically?" She asked while giggling cutely.

"I don't know where to even start. But let me start with these thighs," he said as he sees them. Travis even laid his head on them with his face faced down, of course.

"I wish for these thighs to wrap around my waist as I give you the fucking of your lifetime," he said while his face was still placed on her thighs.

"You think you can do that? Even though I haven't had sex in a while, that doesn't mean I don't pleasure myself," she said.

"That's what I want, of course. If you had stopped pleasuring yourself, it would've been easy for me to make you feel good. What I want is a challenge."

'Bro, this chick is eating up all the things I say. Maybe she's just an easy lady that has morals.'

"I think that sounds hot. Why don't you show me then?" she said seductively.

"I would, but I'm not ready for that. Ask me again in 6 years, and I'll personally come and fuck your brains."

"Okay, I'll wait."

'Wow, that was an easy bag,' he thought.

For the rest of the day, Travis would tease and please her with his magical words and hands that grabbed her whole body, making her slightly cum. He honestly wanted to bang, but he knew he had to be patient. They walked back to the house, where they saw Kyle's older brother, Jace.

"Jace, you're back. How was your training with Master Hayato?" Jane asked as she approached him.

"It went well, Mom. Why is Travis here?" he asked. He gave Travis a fist bump and turned back to his mom.

"Oh, nothing. Today he came to get Kyle, but you know he's still recovering, and I happened to be sort of lonely, so I asked him to keep me busy. We had lots of fun. He told me stories about how he and his friends would train relentlessly every day."

Jace chuckled then turned to Travis, who wasn't really focusing on what they were saying.

"He is a really special boy. I'm surprised that he isn't in a coma right now. Well, I'll continue with my training. See ya at dinner." He ran into the forest and disappeared from their sight.

"Come in, Travis. I'll give you some cookies." He nodded, and they entered the house.

She gave Travis 5 cookies and some juice. He was still a 10-year-old, and too much sugar wasn't a good thing. While he ate, Travis remembered what Debbie had said.

"Be careful so that you don't break anything."

'Wow, I haven't really felt that different. Maybe I'm just lucky or maybe I'm not a normal kid. It would explain many things,' he thought to himself.

'But to be honest, I'm not that worried about that. If I'm strong enough, then I'll be able to face any problems I face in the future. So I'll just focus on that.'

"Travis, are you alright? You're a bit too quiet," Jane asked in concern.

"No, I'm alright. I think it's time for me to go. I'll see you when I see you, Jane." He walked up to her and hugged her tightly. He was, of course, grabbing her fat ass and moving it around, making it clap.

'Bro, I can't wait to hit this dumb truck.'

"I hope to see you again, Travis. Also, please take care of Kyle."

He nodded in response as he turned back and walked out the house. He then began to sprint. He leaped over the gate and slid on the gravel road. Travis then ran back to his house. He greeted many people around town, as he even ran passed their base.

In this village, there were only a couple children his age. In fact, there were 8 in total; the others were older or younger. The other four in his age group aren't very hell-bent on becoming Adventurers like them, so they don't really mess with them.

He arrived at home and got inside. He saw Ayame and Brenda serving food to some customers. Travis went to the back and began helping them with some orders. He could now basically cook on Ayame's level. After he finished a couple of orders, Brenda and Ayame would take them out to the people.

"Thanks for that help, Travie. I really needed it," Ayame said as she hugged him.

"No prob, Neechan," he replied.

An hour passed, and it was now closing time. Travis and Brenda cleaned the shop while Ayame was doing the dishes. Debbie walked in and smiled. She had nothing on her, which was sort of weird.

"Where are the groceries?" he asked.

"Oh, they're in my storage. By some chance, I found a person selling these things in the village. Quite the rare find, to be honest."

She kissed Travis and went to the kitchen and unpacked all the food. When done, she and Ayame stored everything while Travis and Brenda finished up cleaning.

Debbie then called Travis over and told him to go unpack the rest of the things upstairs. He did so. There were many clothes and swords and clothes. And wait a minute.

"A sword, to be exact a Katana. How did she get this?" he wondered.

Ayame came to the bedroom and saw the Katana in Travis's hand. She quickly walked to him and stared at the blade along with him.

"Wow, a Katana. These swords aren't normally found in these parts," she said in amazement.

"Yeah, I know. I can't wait to use it," he said, about to unsheathe the blade, but it didn't budge.

"Huh? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a Soul Weapon, Travis. It won't open until it sees you as its master. The other cool thing is that it takes on the form of its master's preference," she explained.

"So how do I make it see me as its Master?" he asked.

"Well, it's complicated. The sword is the one that picks its user. You might be able to make it see you as its master, but it doesn't mean you can use it. What I'm trying to say is that the sword has a personality and takes on the personality of its previous master, if it had one. So I'm not sure about that."

"Ohh, okay. Well, I will make this sword succumb to my handsome looks one day," he said.

"Pfftt, how cute. Now let's go train. Today, I'm the teacher."