The Sixth School

Author's note.

1). Feedback from my readers is my fuel to keep writing. If you enjoy my work, please take the time to let me know in the comments. It does wonders for my motivation to write.

2). If you read the chapter, please take the time to rate it. It's just a few clicks of the screen.

***

All Characters in the story are 18 years of age and above...

***

Chapter Twenty Eight: Send-off Party...

Greg felt nervous even as the day started. The reason Greg had been looking forward to this day wasn't the actual event itself. Yes, part of him did feel the need to honor Roka's father and give him a proper send-off as was customary in this town. The larger part of him, however, was only looking forward to greeting everyone that attended the event, especially the women. This way, he'd get every single one of them recognized by the system and have missions attached to them. It wasn't a very charitable way of looking at them, but, in truth, they were all potential lust points that he'd been missing out on simply because he'd never had the occasion to interact with them. Just by greeting them as they walked into the compound he would change that state of affairs and start earning lust points from them.

However, after the talk he'd had with his familiar the previous night, the event had taken on a new meaning. Rather than just honoring his father, he would also be deciding where in the power hierarchy of this town he would place himself. Whether on the side of the town head or the side of one of the three families remained to be seen. Part of Greg couldn't help but feel ridiculous. Just two days prior, he had fought and killed a tier-zero mage. Now, he was nervous about being part of the town's leadership. One would think that after experiencing the first, the second wouldn't be so scary. Part of it was because Greg still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he was now important enough to be dragged into this arena. Another part, however, was simply because he couldn't blow the whole problem away like he tried to do with his uncle.

Despite his nervousness, Greg hadn't forgotten his main purpose for the day, to get as many of the town's women recognized by the system as possible. To prepare for this, he had taken out and put on all the title items he currently had. The TEMPTING pendant, ADDICTIVE bangle, and DISCERNING ring were all on his person before the first person even arrived. With the CHARMING mask, Greg had done things a little differently. Rather than have the CHARMING mask take the look of his wooden mask, Greg instead had it merge with his face and simply put on his mundane wooden mask over it. Part of the reason for this was a test. Greg wanted to know if the mask would lose its effect when covered. Another part, however, was that if there was an occasion where he had to take off his mask, he would take off the normal wooden mask. That way, he wouldn't lose the title that the CHARMING mask granted to him.

Greg had even gone a step further and bought the SENSUAL TOUCH bangle from the Eros shop and put it on. The beauty of all the title items was that they had specific targets. Rather than affect everyone, they only worked on members of the opposite sex. As such, Greg wouldn't have to take anything off to remain undetected. He could firmly shake the hand of a man and they wouldn't be affected in the least. Meanwhile, his wife beside him would be experiencing a strong desire due to both his CHARMING mask, the TEMPTING pendant, and the AROUSING title that he innately had. The SENSUAL TOUCH bangle that he'd just bought would make a handshake feel like Greg was touching on all their erogenous zones and the ADDICTIVE bangle would make them desire to experience it all the more in the future. The only title item that Greg had that wouldn't affect the women was the DISCERNING ring. This, however, would grant Greg the knowledge of exactly what the woman would be turned on by and just how acutely they were experiencing the lust.

A smile crossed Greg's face as the first group of the day arrived at the gate. This was a group of almost fifteen people and comprised entirely of women. At the head of the group was his mother. Given the size of the party that Greg envisioned, there was no way just his mother and sister would be able to do everything that needed to be done to ensure that the event ran smoothly. As such, she had gone around speaking to the other women in the neighborhood to come and help in the work. This was the group that was now following behind her. As was expected in this town, Greg first greeted his parent.

"Mother," He called out as he walked before her. "How are you?" He greeted her even as he allowed her to place her hand on both sides of his face.

Greg didn't resist as she pulled him down and placed a kiss on his mask where his forehead would be. "Roka, my child," She said with a smile. "You've done right by your father. The send-off he will have today, few men in our town could ever lay claim to," She said. "I couldn't be happier," She added in answer to his question, a smile gracing her lips. Greg couldn't help but notice that this was the first time that he'd seen his mother smile without some pain hidden in her eyes. Perhaps being able to prepare all the animals that he hunted had been the catharsis that she had needed to work through her pain. With this send-off ceremony, his mother would begin to get over her grief at his father's death. "How about you, my child? How are you?" She asked.

"Happy to see you smiling once more," Greg answered truthfully. It wasn't just an empty platitude. Greg was genuinely happy to see the woman smiling. He wasn't fooled in any way that the pain was completely gone. How could it be when he was still hurt by the loss, and he wasn't even Roka? Seeing the genuine smile on his mother's face, however, clearly showed that she was moving past the initial grief that people usually felt after the passing of someone close to them. "And grateful to see all these women who've come to help us on this special day," Greg continued turning to gaze at the other women that were present with a smile.

His mother smiled, needing no further encouragement to start introductions. "This is Eniya, she's the smith's wife," She introduced a woman that was close in age to her, but nowhere near as attractive. The woman had been staring at Greg's mask for a while now almost like a moth enamored by the light from a lamp. There was a hint of confusion in her eyes as she looked at him. It was almost as if she was wondering why she was so taken in by him when she couldn't even see his face to begin with. Greg reached forward for the woman's hand in greeting. The woman actually blushed like a little girl as she reached forward and received his greeting. As soon as their hands touched, the woman let out a gasp as she looked down at his hand, her other hand rising to her chest. The other women around seemed too enamored with his face to notice anything out of the ordinary. His mother, on the other hand, had been looking at him as she introduced her so she didn't pick up on the odd reaction of her friend.

"She has a daughter your age," His mother continued. The woman holding Greg's hand unconsciously sent his mother a dirty look, almost as if she was introducing a love rival to the man she was after. A second later, however, she seemed to catch herself and remembered who she was and where she was. There was a slight look of sadness as she seemed to realize that nothing could ever happen between herself and this charming young man that seemed to have cast a spell on her. Greg, noting this, allowed the thumb of the hand holding hers to trace a circle on the back of her hand. His touch, augmented by the SENSUAL TOUCH title, caused the woman to forget about her sadness as she looked at her hand, almost as of she couldn't believe what a simple touch was doing to her

"her daughter will be coming over later," His mother continued to speak. "I'll introduce you. I think the two of you would make a nice couple," She declared.

Greg almost choked when he heard his mother say this. He turned to her, letting go of the hand belonging to the smith's wife in the process. For about an inch or two, her hand followed after his, almost as if she didn't want to let go just yet. Despite noticing, Greg turned his attention to his mother. The woman's words weren't subtle in any way, she was clearly thinking of pairing the two of them. From the look in the woman's eyes, she was probably already counting her grandkids. "Mother," Greg called out in protest. "I am far too young to be thinking about getting married," he declared in a firm tone.

His mother, however, would have none of it. "Nonsense," She huffed, waving his words away dismissively. "When I was your age, your father had already been chasing me for several seasons already," She declared as if this settled the matter. "I was barely a cycle of seasons older than you are when I had you," She added. Her tone, which had started out as firm, quickly took on a wistful air as she drifted down memory lane.

Before she could sink into a melancholic mood, Greg spoke up. "I'm sure you have a very busy day ahead of you Mother," He said bringing her back to the present. "Why don't you introduce me to the others?" He prompted.

"You're right," She conceded, forcing herself to turn her attention to the other women present. "This is...

When all the introductions were done, there were a lot more blushing women in the group as they looked at him. Greg was also smiling under the mask, and seeing as the mask didn't cover his entire face, anyone who closely studied his face would notice this. Unbeknownst to anyone, he had been conducting an experiment thus far. Greg didn't want the effects of the title items to be too noticeable. As such, he had tried it on this group. The first to be tested was his own mother.

Greg had long noticed that the system was very particular with the language that it used. For example, with the flashing missions. So long as he was the one that uncovered himself, it would count as being done. However, when Shalia had been the one to uncover him, even though he'd been naked under the covers, it still didn't count as him flashing the girl. In the same way, the SENSUAL TOUCH bangle made his touch very arousing and pleasurable to the opposite sex. This was the first thing he tested. When greeting his mother, he had allowed her to be the one touching him and not the other way around. And just like he suspected, there was no effect on her. The SENSUAL TOUCH title didn't turn him into a turn-on machine that would arouse any woman that touched him. He had to be the one doing the touching for the effect to be felt. As such, his mother had remained unaffected whereas the other women that he had greeted were all either looking at him or their hands as if they couldn't believe that a simple touch could be so arousing or pleasurable. Add on top of that the fact that the AROUSING title had been working on them for a few minutes now, Greg could tell that most of them were probably wet in their lady parts. If they weren't in the middle of a group and afraid of the social consequences, Greg was certain that more than a few of them would have thrown caution to the wind and jumped his bones.

But even more exciting to Greg than the fact that they were aroused by him, was the fact that they could still maintain control. This was the other thing that Greg had been testing. He wanted to see if the cumulative effect of all the titles was too much. If the effect was strong to the point that it became immediately noticeable, then he'd have to get rid of some items. He didn't want people's wives figuratively dropping their panties at the sight of him. Greg wasn't anywhere near powerful enough to face the consequences that would follow if that happened. From what he'd seen of the group of women, someone who was looking for it would notice the changes. Someone who wasn't, however, would have no way of knowing that anything had changed with the person. Despite all of them being victims to the items none of them seemed to be suspecting those around them of being under the same effects as they were.

With these two facts established, Greg was confident enough to start receiving his guests. And as a nice bonus, when Greg opened the COMPLETED MISSIONS tab on his system, he found that he had completed all the BASIC missions and one INTERMEDIATE mission for all the women present. The BASIC missions were easy to achieve, as the name itself suggested. The one INTERMEDIATE mission that he had completed was turning on the woman. Every one of the women before him apart from his mother was currently turned on. The familiar had estimated that it wouldn't take more than seven days of being around him before the AROUSING title began to work on his mother. This was the seventh day since Greg had come home and still, there wasn't any sign that his mother was being affected by his title in any way. Greg wasn't sure whether it was because he was usually out of the house most of the day or because she had higher-than-average willpower. Either way, Greg didn't really care. She would come around when she would come around. Until then, there was a whole bevy of women before him that were probably soaked below and craving his touch.

Greg was really tempted to find an excuse to get some alone time with one of the women. It took quite a bit of willpower to not follow through on this desire. To some, his reason for resisting this impulse may have sounded dumb. To him, however, it didn't, and that's all that mattered to him. The reason Greg didn't pick a random woman among those present to get down and dirty with was because he was a virgin. Or, at least, Roka had been.

Greg knew that the system would require him to sleep with as many women as possible if he was going to earn lust points. Eventually, the very act would no longer hold the novelty it currently had. The faces would blur and he wouldn't be able to tell who had been in his bed before. He didn't want his first time to also be a random fling that he'd engaged in on a whim. His first time would be unique. Something he could look back on even after all the other faces had become a blur. It was more of a sentimental reason as opposed to a logical one and not many in his position would make the same decision. Still, Greg was resolute on this and planned to see it through.

"I won't hold you up any longer," Greg spoke up turning to his mother. "Please tell Tayani to prepare the dining room," he said to his mother. "We might have some special guests today," he added enigmatically.

From the slight frown on her face, Greg knew his mother couldn't make heads or tails of the instruction. Still, she didn't question him. With a nod, she turned around and walked off, leading the other women towards the smokehouse where most of the meat had been preserved.

And so began the most wildly exciting and fun day that Greg had had since he came into this world. He began receiving guests to the compound as they trickled in. Men sometimes came in alone. Women, however, didn't. In the prudish society that was this town, women almost never attended social events alone. They were either together with their husbands, or a male member of their family. And if that wasn't an option, then they'd be in the company of an older woman who acted as chaperone. Regardless of who attended, however, Greg was all too happy to meet them.

The men that came alone provided cover. The fact that he greeted them just as enthusiastically made it impossible to tell that he was targeting the women. The women that came with their husbands, brothers, or fathers weren't in any way protected from his charm. It took a bit of practice, but Greg slowly figured out that the longer he engaged in greeting the man, the longer he could get away with greeting the woman as they would just think that it was how he greeted everyone. With the SENSUAL TOUCH title, however, the longer he could remain in contact with the women, the more a bright pink flush would spread over their features. At first, Greg was afraid that the guys would pick up on this. He, however, was kept safe by two unexpected factors.

The first was simply just how clueless the guys were. Greg already knew that guys were less sensitive to social cues compared to girls. And given how good most women were at hiding their true feelings when they didn't want them known, a majority of the guys didn't notice anything odd. On the few occasions that the guys did notice something, however, he was saved by something else that he hadn't even accounted for. His disfigured face. The wooden mask on his face wasn't fooling anyone. Even though it covered the worst of it, the sides of Greg's face were still uncovered. Anyone who bothered to look could see the extensive damage that his visage had suffered. And seeing as the title items didn't work on the men, they just simply couldn't see how any of their women could be attracted to such an ogre. Perhaps they even attributed the blush on their faces to being embarrassed at being greeted so warmly by someone so ugly. Whatever the case, Greg didn't care.

If anything, Greg got a perverse thrill from wordlessly seducing the women right from under their husband's, dad's, or brother's noses. It quickly became a game for him to see just how quickly he could turn on the women that came with a man to the party. When Greg only employed the AROUSING title alone, it would usually take anywhere between five and ten minutes to get the women aroused, as had been the case back at his welcome home party. With the other titles coming into play, however, Greg noted that the time it took to get the women aroused was shrunk down to a quarter of what it previously was. Now, within two minutes or less, the women would usually have fallen victim to his charms. Greg could easily tell whether the women were turned on or not. Not because he was super-perceptive or anything, but simply because it was the only INTERMEDIATE mission that he repeatedly pursued that day with the women. Greg didn't have to repeatedly check the system to check whether the mission was completed or not. With Olivia able to interact with the system on his behalf, she would tell him the moment the mission was complete. Once that happened, Greg would usually let the woman stew in it for about a minute before he found an excuse to extricate himself from the situation. He wasn't looking to start any feuds at this party.

Surprisingly, it was the groups that came with a woman chaperone that were hardest to talk to, and not for a reason Greg had accounted for. The reason wasn't because the chaperones were overly-strict or any such thing. Instead, the reason it was so difficult was because of how jealous and catty women could be. The title items worked just as well on the chaperones as they did on the ones they were supposed to take care of. However, if Greg paid too much attention to the younger lady, the older lady would usually become insecure and increasingly hostile. On the other hand, if he paid too much attention to the older woman, then the younger women would also dislike this and tried to intervene. Greg had tried to strike a balance between the two groups whenever he came across a lady with a female chaperone. The more he did this, however, the more competitive the women became. Greg had been forced to slowly back away from one of the conversations when a woman who by appearances was in her early twenties told a woman in her mid-thirties that they should probably find a seat for her to rest her old bones. Greg could only imagine that this was probably how one felt when standing next to a live bomb.

Of course, Greg didn't spend the whole day by the door like some doorman at his own house. Occasionally, he would walk around the compound, interacting with the guests, thanking them for coming, making jokes and light-hearted comments, and most importantly, keeping the flames of lust burning in the women. The ADDICTIVE title worked on frequency, unlike the others. The more times the women experienced anything of a sexual nature with the holder of the title, the more they would crave it. Greg knew that a few interactions at a party wouldn't be enough to get anyone hooked on him. It, however, would plant the seed and leave a little craving for him in them. Not every single woman would act on this craving, but Greg was certain that some of them would, and, for now, that was enough.