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Chapter Sixty Seven: A Plea For Help...
Contrary to what Greg had been expecting when he'd been planning the décor of his office, most of the magical items inside weren't for lascivious purposes. Instead, they were aimed at secrecy and his own security. With his innate title and the title items he had at his disposal, Greg wasn't really lacking in the seduction department. And that's even before one considered all the trinkets he could obtain from the Eros shop to make the experience that much more pleasurable. After a long back and forth with his familiar, Greg had finally conceded the point that keeping what he was doing from being discovered by the rest of the town was the best use of his resources.
The large desk in his office wasn't a power move or an attempt to intimidate. Instead, as a few of the women in town could attest to, it was aimed at more pleasurable ends. On one side of the desk was his own seat. On the other side were two seats. One for his patient and another for whatever chaperone they came with, if they came with one. Regardless of how many chaperones escorted a woman to the clinic, Greg would only ever allow one into his office, the rest would have to wait outside. Off to one side of the room, there was a bed large enough for one person to comfortably lay on. Although it was rare as most serious cases were dealt with by his teacher, he had on a few occasions received a patient who was either too sick or injured to sit in the chair. In such cases, the bed had been used to receive those patients. On most days, however, the bed was used for more lewd ends.
Most of the magical formations in the office were for basic functions. A locking formation on the door that would ensure no one could enter the room without his say-so. There was also a reinforcing formation on it that made the wooden door as strong as the door to a bank vault. Short of a full-on charge by an obsidian earthmover, no one in town would be able to get through it. Carved on all four corners of the room's floor was a silencing rune that would ensure that no noise left the room. This way, Greg didn't have to worry about the moaners and the one screamer that he'd thus far encountered. The sheets and blanket on the bed both had a self-cleaning enchantment that would rid it of any dirt, discharges, or stains just minutes after they'd been sullied. On top of Greg's desk was a small green plant that looked a lot like a bonsai tree. This special little tree had the ability to convert any scent it encountered into a fresh minty smell that left one feeling refreshed. As such, Greg could have an orgy within the office, and within a few moments, not even a hint of the smell of sex would be left behind.
Carved into each of the two of the chairs were two peak tier-one formations. Both of them were aimed at the chaperones that usually escorted his patients. The first of the two was called the BEFUDDLEMENT FORMATION in the Magic shop. If the people who walked into his office kept coming out with a chunk of their memories missing, it wouldn't have taken long before the townspeople started looking at him with suspicion. This was why Olivia had directed him to pick this particular formation. Rather than just simply confusing the target, this formation worked in a rather unique way. Just like it would be impossible for someone who wasn't a rocket scientist to stop one and tell them that what they were doing was wrong, the formation made the same true for the chaperones. In other words, it made them believe that whatever Greg was doing was a necessary part of the healing that any healer would do, it's just they who weren't able to understand it. As such, Greg could spread the legs of a man's wife right before him and fuck them while he watched and they would be convinced that this was some sort of treatment that they couldn't understand.
As most history proves, however, ignorance has never been a good bulwark against people's emotions. Getting angry at what they can't understand is a staple of people everywhere and Greg doubted that this town was different. Especially because what he planned on doing actually warranted their anger. This was where the second formation came into play. Simply called the SERENITY FORMATION in the Magic shop, this formation was like the ultimate chill pill. This formation would drain anyone subjected to it of fear, stress, anger, pain, or any other negative emotion that might affect their peace. When applied to one of a comparable tier, like a tier one formation to a tier one mage, then it was a powerful way to help one calm down. When the formation was more powerful than the one it was being aimed at, like a tier-one formation to a mundane person, then it had the unintended effect of deadening their emotions, turning serenity into apathy. As such, a man could watch their wife being fucked and it wouldn't even cause a ripple in their minds.
The reason both seats were carved with the same two formations was a simple issue of probability. Rather than hope that the chaperone would pick one particular seat, Greg had made it so that regardless of which one they ended up in, they'd still be right where he wanted them. Greg had wanted to get the tier-two, maybe even the tier-three versions of the same formations just to be extra safe. Olivia, however, had been quick to shut down that impulse. Apart from the fact that it would use up Olivia's mana far too quickly, it would be like using a sledgehammer to kill a fly, to say nothing of the unintended consequences that would follow. Against mundane humans, tier-one formations were the right amount of power to employ. If they used tier-two formations, chances are that the effects would last far longer than just their short visit to the healer, leading to people behaving oddly apathetic for a while after they'd left his office. Which in turn would lead to questions that Greg wouldn't be able to answer. If they used tier-three formations against mundane humans, then more than likely, their effects would be permanent. Needless to say, such an outcome would be more trouble than it was worth for Greg. Using peak tier-one formations was already overkill, but at the very least their effects wouldn't last longer than was necessary.
On top of Greg's desk was a matte black orb that allowed no light to penetrate it. At first glance, the thing looked like a tacky item that Greg had for whatever reason chosen to have on his desk. The fact that it seemed to independently float an inch off the desk was perhaps the only curiosity about it that might justify its presence. This little orb, however, was called the MEMORY SEALING ORB in the Magic shop. While the formation dealt with the chaperones in particular, the Orb was both for his patients and their chaperones. And while the formations were for when they were inside his office, the orb dealt with when they left. Rather than wipe out their memories, this little sinister-looking orb divorced the memory of whatever happened inside the room from any impetus to action. The memories would be like a flower sealed inside a glass case. While it was possible to see the flower, one wouldn't be able to smell its fragrance. In the same way, while the individual would be able to remember what happened inside the office, they wouldn't be able to take the next step of either feeling or doing anything about the memory. It also had the added effect of forcing one to give vague answers when asked about the particular memories in question.
In other words, for all intents and purposes, whatever happened inside his office, truly stayed inside his office. He could meet in the afternoon a woman that he'd been fucking inside his office that morning and so long as they weren't inside his office, the woman would act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As someone with twenty-first-century sensibilities, Greg hadn't been comfortable with meddling with people's minds. While he wasn't at all a saint by any stretch of the imagination, this came a little too close to mutilating someone's mind for his comfort. To her credit, Olivia didn't try to force him to do it regardless. Instead, all she did was ask him if he was willing to entrust his life and safety to the townspeople. That when the men remembered what happened inside his office, they wouldn't want to kill him. Or that the women wouldn't want to gossip and reveal what he was actually doing in his office. It didn't take a lot of thinking on Greg's part for him to realize that it wasn't an issue of what he liked or not. Sealing those memories was a must if he hoped to go on living within the town.
The Town-head's wife was among the few women that Greg didn't have to use the memory-sealing orb on, seeing as their affair had started long before he'd gotten this office. This was why Greg couldn't keep the smile off his face as he watched his cum leaking out of her pussy. Her chest was rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath while lying back on his desk with her legs spread. They both knew that she couldn't spend too much time inside his office without questions being raised. As such, they had wasted little time before they were locked in the familiar dance of pleasure. Unlike her daughter, the Town-head's wife didn't have a submissive streak to her. But what she lacked in submissiveness, she more than made up for in enthusiasm for sex. While Greg made sure that all the women he slept with enjoyed the experience, with her it was like they climbed into a realm higher than the rest in both desire and pleasure.
"So what is it?" Greg spoke up after giving her a few moments to catch her breath.
