[Episode 119202] [Episode 119202]Natsume Kyusaku was always ready to welcome Tenchi or any other young man into his home. He saw himself as a teacher, broadening young men’s minds to encompass the larger universe. Most people in the prefecture saw him as a goof with a bad haircut, but a goof that always brought the party with him. The truth was that as a conjurer, he was fantastic, but he was a washout as a teacher on the subject. As a true enthusiast of his work, once he started a spell or ritual he would become so absorbed in what he was doing that he forgot to explain anything to the people he was supposed to be teaching. In his absorbed state he also had a tendency to forget to ask permission first when he needed a female welcoming gift for the people and not-quite people he invited into his home. So, he tended to attract females into that sort of thing, males who liked watching females into that sort of thing, and males interested in the female visitors from beyond he sometimes forgot to put back once he was done with them.
While he was again failing as an instructor in n-dimensional magic and applied wormhole theory, Natsume-sensei was providing a remarkably clear demonstration of the two-way bond produced by magical slave brands in this world. The first aspect of these bonds was the desire on the part of the slave to please the master in all things. This was why Arisa and Kyoko were going along with the summoning ritual and trying the arts of gentle persuasion and distraction rather than refusing or hitting him over the head with something. The second aspect was a constraint on the master not to exceed certain limits of what his slaves were willing to do or put up with. As he made preparations for summoning an interdimensional trafficker in truly exotic slaves and purveyor of hentai wonders beyond human ken, he found his eyesight wavered, his tongue kept going numb, and those ingredients always seemed to be just a bit out of reach when he needed them. The third aspect was that a sufficient degree of determination, obsession, and/or obliviousness could overcome these compulsions. Natsumi Kyusaku really wanted something special for his wife when she got back from her trip. Somehow, the idea that Akiko might be more pleased with something from an upscale jeweler rather than an 8-dimensional dildo never occurred to him.
Then again, the constraints weren’t hitting him with full force. What he was doing wasn’t particularly dangerous, as he was a master of his craft. Being helpless before their master’s will like this was something of a turn-on in and of itself, and the Sploogegoeth weren’t creatures of mind-blasting horror or soul-sucking evil. It was just that spending the afternoon in the pseudopodia of a cosmic version of those merchants who proclaim themselves to be mentally disturbed and shout all the time was just repulsive enough to trigger a low-level reaction.
Meanwhile, Tenchi had a plan. It may not have been the best plan for the situation, but it was a surprisingly sophisticated stratagem for a teenager with the most demanding hard-on of his life. Tenchi walked up to the struggling sorcerer and gave Kyoko a roguish wink over the Doctor’s shoulder. Well, it was supposed to be a roguish wink. Due to pent-up sexual energy that was starting to register with some of the psychic sensitives in town, Tenchi’s gaze had gone past intense, through piercing, and was fast approaching the gleam associated with dangerous mental disorders. Kyoko ‘eeeped’, crouched, and tried to hide behind the scroll she was holding. Fortunately, Tenchi quickly swiveled towards her master, held up an object a few inches from Natsume-sensei’s nose, and in a heartily cheerful voice that should have set off warning bells for anyone listening said, “Hey Sensei, what do you make of this?”
Tenchi could not see sensei’s eyes (in fact he had never seen his eyes) but he could tell when the man’s focus shifted. The quasi-mad wizard came back from that place obsessive and brilliant minds go and finally asked, “What is it? A new style of dildo?” He began to warm to the subject. “I’m looking to get Akiko something nice. What features does this one have? That’s an interesting surface texture…” As he reached up to touch it, crackling arcs of energy threw him to the floor. “Uuung. No I don’t think Akiko would like that one.”
“I think it’s the hilt of Yosho’s sword,” said Tenchi as he helped him up. This immediately gained Natsume’s attention. The sacred tree of the Masaki shrine was the most potent magical wellspring in this part of the islands, though very hard to access, and every magic user in Japan studied the legends surrounding it. “Oh my,” he breathed. Tenchi still couldn’t see his eyes, or even if he had eyes, but he would bet they had a gleam of desire to rival the one Tenchi had. Holding the hilt in one hand, Tenchi threw his other arm around the magician and began leading him away. “Now since it looks like you can’t handle this directly, why don’t we put it on the table in the library and you can see if you have any scrolls on the subject. Natsume nodded so hard his teeth chattered as Tenchi looked back over his shoulder and mouthed, “Get her out of there,” at Kyoko.
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