The Wager I

In the local pubs, there's a running joke: "A giant will have his way with anything that has a hole!"

A handful of bold female servants eagerly accepted Yimir's invitation, much to Potter's disapproval.

However, he couldn't intervene. Yimir, Fabian, and Sigurd, who had his lordship's favor, required careful handling. Lord Nuu had instructed him to treat these three men with utmost care.

Reluctantly, just as Sir Gregor had done before him, Potter sent some of the most attractive slaves, and servants to accompany the gluttonous giant and his pals.

In the dimly lit third-floor lounge, Nylah, Sage, and Yaya gathered, their laughter echoing through the halls as they exchanged wagers. Yet, beyond their revelry, the East Wing is filled with the erotic noise of Nuu and his wives.

A mile away from the manor, Hilda found herself amidst the tranquil embrace of fine wine and lavish guest compounds, nestled beside the grand manor.

Yet, tranquility eluded her, disrupted by the commotion of three shadows jumping over the adjacent walls, into the neighboring compound ruled by Sr. Gregor.

"Will you not intervene?" questioned Olivia, her platinum hair gleaming under the moonlight as she approached Hilda.

Hilda waved off her concern with a nonchalant gesture. "They're merely boys reveling in their youth, let them celebrate!" She replied knowingly. "Besides, it's not only my lads you should fret over."

A smirk played on Hilda's lips, causing Olivia's expression to falter. "Why rush? Have a little more faith in your lad," Hilda suggested casually.

Olivia's worry persisted. "But what if they're caught?" she countered.

"Relax, Menos is with them…Those boys have gotten their first taste of a woman, it's a phase" Hilda reassured her, her confidence unwavering.

"He ought to already know they're there. So stop fretting and enjoy the night with me. Where's Phi?"

"Collapsed from overworking at the community bathhouse," Olivia remarked as she took the wine glass from Hilda's hand.

"That stubborn fool! He exhausts himself building baths for those lowly slaves," Hilda replied, shaking her head.

"May I join you, ladies?" The owner of the raspy voice was none other than Sadi, Phi's cousin. Sadi, unlike his cousin, was a product of a human and a dwarf, his father being the dwarf and his mother a human, making him much taller than Phi.

"Please, take a seat," Hilda ushered, though she too sensed the sexual tension between Sadi and Olivia, choosing to keep her observation to herself. 

"When do you start work, Brother Sadi?" Hilda attempted to brighten the mood.

"Hopefully soon. I heard from the servants Lord Oga and Nuu have returned, so they should summon me within the coming weeks," Sadi said, yet his lustful gaze continued to linger upon Olivia's thighs. 

"Really?" The excitement in Hilda's voice couldn't be concealed. She was completely captivated by the brothers.

'I wonder if they miss me?' Hilda mused.

"...."

"...."

As Hilda drifted into her thoughts, she simply couldn't go another minute.

Olivia and Sadi engaged in light conversation. Sadi, suddenly noticing something peculiar, remarked that Hilda appeared taller. 

Once standing at 160 cm, she now seemed to be around 164 cm, nearly reaching the height of a halfling. Hilda dismissed the observation with a casual wave. 

This change was significant, as the normal height range for a pureblood dwarf is 140 to 160 cm. However, for someone like Sadi, with a dwarven father and a human mother, the typical height range is 160 to 170 cm.

Despite her outward composure, Hilda understood the cause of the recent changes in her body. The food and service she currently enjoyed, though rich in mana, couldn't account for the transformation she was experiencing; at 123 years old, she was well beyond her growth spurts.

Yet, ever since her intimate encounters with the twins, a revitalizing sensation seemed to sweep through her being. Initially, she believed this was simply because they were practitioners while she was not.

However, she had to discard that notion. She had never experienced such rejuvenation with her husband, a former practitioner himself.

Hilda's growing suspicions were confirmed. Alongside a subtle increase in her height, she became aware of a new sensitivity in herself. Just a few days earlier, a light pat on her ass had sent an unexpected thrill through her.

To her surprise, her body responded in ways it never had before, her underwear growing damp at Phi's touch.

Phi didn't think much of it, attributing it to his busy schedule and reduced intimacy with Hilda.

_________

An hour later 

The echoes of Zamira's fill the room, her grip on the bedstead tightening. 

*PA*

*PA*

Pure astonishment spread across Oga's face as Zamira's womb swallowed his rod to the base, a sensation that was both unexpected and welcoming. 

"Oh my god, I'm coming!" Zamira cried out, her legs trembling.

Oga maintained his steady rhythm. With each thrust, Zamira's legs grew weaker, and soon the bedstead collapsed with her womb being filled. 

Zamira's hair slipped through his fingers, and Oga's release was powerful enough to be heard in the halls.

Zamira sank to her knees, whispering, "I love you, Daddy!" 

Their first session was indeed intense. 

Oga tenderly raised her up. Her lips brushed against his neck in a fervent embrace, eliciting a chuckle from him. Zamira intended to kiss him but ended up biting and sucking his neck.

"Rest a little, then join me on the balcony," Oga murmured, planting a gentle kiss before stepping away.

"Hmm, I feel like soaking in a bath, I still have more to give!" she murmured, nestling into Oga's chest, reluctant to let go….

 A few minutes later, Gayle entered the disheveled bedroom.

In their absence, Gayle had taken it upon herself to tidy up the batter-filled room. What followed next would leave many questioning the maid's sanity. 

Gayle dropped on all fours like a bitch in heat; Sniff and licking her way forward.

Gayle was simply lost in her madness to notice Lord Oga had returned a minute ago.

"Ahem!" Oga finally grew tired of watching and cleared his throat.

"Milord, it's not what you think," Gayle stammered, but Oga simply smiled as he made his way to the walk-in closet.

Gayle wished she could bury her head in the sand. It's one thing to be invited to an orgy, but this was different. His lordship was with his wife.

She had behaved in an unhinged manner, all on her own accord. What if Madame had witnessed it? 

Gayle only felt a momentary relief when Oga smiled, but even then, she couldn't suppress the nervous gulp that followed. Her lordship's robe had fallen open, revealing his imposing presence directly before her eyes.

She hurried, stepped forward, and closed his robe. 

"Tell Yimir to come up to my office," were his parting words.

Shortly after, a towering 2.4-meter young man concluded his conversation with Lord Oga.

"Is that all, Milord?" Yimir asked respectfully

Further down the hall, Oga concluded his conversation with Yimir. It was disappointing for Yimir that he couldn't make a copy of his lordship; being he recently advanced as a Rank 3 Acolyte, Yimir remained mortal.

The power gap made it impossible. Oga suggested that Yimir create copies of Phi and his lads to speed up the building process.

Yimir happily agreed, it was a much easier task. 

Oga also gives Yimir the option to help out in the breeding pit. In return, Oga offered Yimir the position of his Apprentice, along with access to resources. Eagerly, Yimir agreed.

Oga also gained a deeper understanding of Yimir's abilities. He could create up to six active copies, but their duration decreased as their number increased. One or two copies could last a day and a half, while three or more copies lasted only four to nine hours. 

Once the copies completed their tasks, their memories and experiences returned to Yimir. Oga was somewhat surprised that Yimir would share such sensitive information about himself.

"That will be all for now. We will discuss more in the coming weeks. You may go and visit Lord Nuu. Once you're done meet up with Phi and his lads!" Oga said, gesturing to dismiss Yimir.

Shortly after Oga returned to his bedroom, Gayle appeared at the entrance, apologizing profusely. Her hair was disheveled, but Oga reassured her, urging her not to worry.

He understood the true cause of Gayle's erratic behavior—their nectar had an addictive effect on mortal women.

Whether it was their Night Wench, Cynthia, or Myra, all showed similar levels of withdrawal. Yet with cultivators, the effect varied.

Zamira experienced a milder desire for the nectar. In contrast, if it were Argina, 'It would simply be a tasty treat without the addiction!' Oga conjected.

Oga's conjecture stemmed from what Zamira had told him. He suspected that Argina had timed her breakthrough to coincide with the Sunflare, cleverly avoiding suspicion. It seemed likely that she would become a Rank 3 Vapor Phase Magus. There was nothing Oga could do to stop that.

In their father's time, Argina had been only a Rank 2 middle Stage Magus. After fifteen years, she might ascend to a rank comparable to their deceased father's, marking a significant transformation in her power and status. And this is all thanks to their inheritance. 

Why was her breakthrough important? In the Broken Starfield, households were ranked and included in important events like the exploration of the Astral Planes or the yearly stipend the royal family paid.

The weaker households were often ignored or targeted by the stronger ones. Oga experienced that firsthand with Argina's broken trust! 

As for why House Thornbrick hadn't been thoroughly devoured, many in the Starfield owed Oga's great-grandfather a favor.

Additionally, during their peak, House Thornbrick had maintained a friendly stance and refrained from annexing. Yet, this sentiment only applied to the older generation. 

Oga understood the heart of people can be fickle, and Argina has shown great restraint by allowing them to barely exist, in other words, the favor has run dry.

He wouldn't be shocked once she woke up she forced them into servitude. That's what he would have done. 

Time was not on Oga's side, and he couldn't enslave the four great households with just nectar alone, he was not deluded. Among them, his best chance lay with Argina.

She was the only Matriarch with an eccentric and insatiable love for such pleasures, but even then, he had a narrow window of just three years before she awoke. Argina may be lustful, but she wasn't a fool.

For now, he needed to keep a low profile, Argina wasn't the only one he needed to watch out for. 

However, advancing to the next rank required more than mere carnal exploits. To become a rank 2 Magus, Oga needed his Spiritual Force of 20 to reach 80, his current elemental essence conversion for Wind and Sound is a measly 22 percent, and Oga needed it to exceed 80%.

Oga's only advantage was that his aptitude had climbed to Grade 5, promising a swifter breakthrough. Yet, his true challenge lay in his Spiritual Force. He couldn't follow the normal accumulation.

To overcome this, he needed to create a new potion that enhanced his Spiritual Force while aligning with his affinity. 

The Ancient Tear of Gertaul, which had once aided his progress, was now useless for a Magi. 

'It appears I have no choice but to extract the souls of cultivators with similar affinities,' Oga muttered to himself. Such an act was an absolute taboo; discovery would mean certain death. Magi were divided into two factions: Light and Dark. 

House Thornbrick had always walked the path of Light, and so have the reaming four houses, though some patriarchs remained neutral. 

No one from their ranks needed to succumb to the dark side. 

There was a stark divide; those with bloodlines had little worry for advancement compared to common, who faced shorter lifespans. 

Bloodline Magi could simply use their High-Grade Meditation Technique, gather resources, and bide their time, with no means to hasten their breakthroughs.

Oga would have followed a similar path if not for Argina, whose meddling had thwarted his plans. With Blood Spawn he could become a Rank 2 Magus within 7 years, even faster than others with bloodlines that would take 10 to 12 years.

Oga didn't have the luxury of playing it safe anymore. With no alternative, Oga knew he had to get his hands dirty.

But the problem lay in the fact that acolytes were not like mere mortals to be harvested at will; they had backers, and their disappearances would not go unnoticed. There was no better example than Jocelyn's death. 

"Troublesome," Oga sighed. Then a realization struck him. 'Wait... haven't I acquired the perfect Professor, she must have a list of students with my affinity!' 

"May I have the night off?" Gayle asked softly, her eyes lowered.

"Sorry, what did you say, Gayle?" Oga asked, his thoughts abruptly interrupted.

".....the night off?" she repeated, her voice trembling.

"You may," Oga replied.

"Milord?" Gayle's voice quivered.

Oga sensed her thoughts but knew tonight was not the right time.

"My office will officially open next week from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. If you're free, feel free to stop by during those hours.

I can spare no more than five minutes! If you need more time, try reaching out to Lord Nuu. He might be able to offer you, what I could not." Oga said.

"Thank you, Milord!" Gayle bowed deeply, feeling her thirst subsiding. Though she said little, it clouded her thoughts.

"If you head down now, you might catch Yimir. Lord Nuu won't be available until the early morning hours," Oga suggested.

Gayle hesitated, her figure swaying in the low light. 

'Her affliction must be rather severe. I wonder how Hilda is coping, It seems I must visit Brother Phi later today. ' Oga mused with a low chuckle. 

Gayle was left speechless. Was Lord Oga implying 'that'?

"Milord, what do you mean?"

"Don't be shy now. If you conceive Yimir's child… I shall reward you handsomely, make haste before he exits!" Oga added.

Oga watched with amusement as Gayle's face turned scarlet.

He could easily read Gayle's thoughts; after all, she had been discreetly watching him and his wife for the past three hours. 

Gayle was also a woman...

Oga was not a selfish master, hoarding all the pretty women in the estate for himself. He was building a clan, not indulging in a twisted obsession. The more diverse the gene pool, the better for his plans of expansion.

Oga normally avoided meddling in his servants' personal lives; they were free to form attachments as long as it didn't interfere with their duties or his plans.

He knew about the men and women list the servant made, many of the female servants had crushes on Yimir, and Gayle was no exception. He noticed how she looked at the young man's crotch. 

Yimir, twenty-two years old and towering at 2.4 meters, with his copper skin no doubt he was hung.

Oga couldn't suppress his laughter as he recalled the old saying, "Once you go black, you go deaf," which filled the air with mirth. He wondered about his old friend and found himself reminiscing.

Oga stepped onto the balcony where Zamira was gazing outside, admiring the distant mountain. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Zamira said, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Yes, it is," Oga replied, a warm smile spreading across his face. 

"I hope he grows strong and healthy," Oga said

Zamira chuckled softly.