Chapter 24: Thirteenth Day Of Preparations For Moonlit Festival

On the thirteenth morning of the Moonlit Festival preparations, the sky was still painted in soft shades of dawn as Alaric stood in the academy’s training field, diligently practicing his magic.

The cool morning air was filled with the hum of mana as he cast his spells, the vibrant energy swirling around him.

His mana reserves had grown significantly over the last few days of intense training, and now, he could cast consecutive spells three times before needing to rest and recover.

The morning’s peace was soon interrupted by the familiar sound of footsteps. Alaric smiled to himself, knowing exactly who it was.

Over the last few days, it had become a regular occurrence for Mariel, Isolde, Rosalind, and Viviana to stop by his training field.

Not only did they enjoy watching him train, but they also helped him by giving him advice, correcting his posture, and even assisting with his spells when needed. Their presence had become invaluable.

The four senior girls made their way to the training field, dressed in comfortable yet revealing clothing, perfectly suited to this world.

Mariel, the leader of the group, wore a tight, sleeveless tunic in a soft beige color that strained against her voluptuous breasts and revealed her creamy thighs as her skirt flared out.

Isolde wore a flowing white blouse with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample cleavage, while her dark leather pants hugged her shapely hips and buttocks.

Rosalind, possessing scarlet hair, wore a deep red corset that pushed up her full chest, paired with a short skirt that left little to the imagination.

Finally, Viviana’s outfit, a form-fitting green dress that emphasized her curvaceous figure, hugged her body as though it were tailored for this very purpose, her generous assets drawing attention with every movement.

The sight of them caused Alaric’s pulse to quicken, but he quickly masked his reaction.

To them, he was just a cute eight-year-old boy, far too innocent to notice the suggestive way their clothing accentuated their voluptuous bodies.

Yet, Alaric’s devious mind, bolstered by his system, knew exactly how to take advantage of this situation.

“Good morning, Alaric,” Mariel greeted warmly, her voice melodic. She approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch firm yet gentle.

[System Notification: Intimacy score with Mariel increased.]

[Experience received: +1250]

“Good morning, Mariel,” Alaric responded innocently, but the system’s pings delighted him. He could feel the experience points flowing into him already, and the morning had only just begun.

Isolde approached next, her warm breath tickling Alaric’s ear as she whispered, “You’ve improved so much in just a few days, Alaric. But your posture when casting could still use a bit of adjustment.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders and adjusted his stance, pressing her full chest against his back in the process.

Alaric could feel the softness of her breasts, and while he remained outwardly composed, his system was quick to reward him for the contact.

[System Notification: Intimacy score with Isolde increased.]

[Experience received: +1270]

Rosalind wasn’t far behind. She stepped in front of Alaric, her fiery red hair glowing in the early morning light.

“Here, let me help with your aim,” she said, guiding his arms with her own. Her hands rested on his as she adjusted the angle of his next spell, her body pressing close against his.

Her breasts, barely contained by her corset, brushed against him as she corrected his posture.

[System Notification: Intimacy score with Rosalind increased.]

[Experience received: +1300]

Viviana, always shy but eager to help, stepped in next. “I think you need to focus more on controlling the mana flow,” she said softly, moving closer to him.

She gently placed her hand on his, guiding him through the delicate motions of controlling the spell’s energy. Her body pressed against his side, her curves melding into him, and Alaric savored the sensation of her proximity.

[System Notification: Intimacy score with Viviana increased.]

[Experience received: +1280]

With each interaction, Alaric’s system pinged with rewards.

The girls, oblivious to the effect they had on him, continued to help him throughout the training session, pushing their lovely, large, voluptuous breasts against him, their curvy buttocks brushing against him whenever they moved close to correct his spells or posture.

Each time this happened, Alaric’s system rewarded him handsomely with experience points, ranging between 1000 and 1300.

By the end of the morning training session, Alaric had accumulated over 14,400 experience points, enough to cause a breakthrough.

[System Notification: Congratulations, Alaric! You have reached Level 13.]

As the session came to an end, both Alaric and the girls were drenched in sweat.

Their clothes, already tight, now clung to their bodies, outlining every voluptuous curve.

Mariel’s tunic was practically transparent at this point, her large breasts straining against the fabric, while Isolde’s blouse hugged her chest even tighter, her cleavage more pronounced than ever.

Rosalind’s corset had become a second skin, and Viviana’s dress left little to the imagination, sticking to her soft, curvy figure.

Despite the near exposure, none of the girls seemed the least bit concerned. After all, Alaric was just a cute, harmless eight-year-old boy to them—or so they thought.

Alaric, satisfied with both his progress and the rewards the system had granted him, excused himself and headed back to his dormitory.

There, he took a long, refreshing bath, washing away the sweat from his morning training session.

Afterward, he dressed in his academy uniform and made his way to the dormitory’s dining hall, where he spotted Cedric already seated at a table.

“Morning, Cedric,” Alaric greeted as he sat down.

Cedric looked up, smiling warmly. “Morning, Alaric. You’re up early. Were you training again?”

Alaric nodded. “Yeah, just working on my spells. What about you?”

Cedric chuckled. “I was trying to sleep in, but I guess the excitement for the festival is getting to me.”

The two friends talked for a while, enjoying their breakfast before deciding to head to their classes.

As they left the dormitory, they were soon joined by Natasha, who approached with a bright smile. They greeted each other and then the entire group became silent for a short period though Alaric could detect a hint of jealousy from Natasha’s expression.

“I’ve been noticing you spending a lot of time with the senior girls lately,” Natasha whispered to Alaric as they walked. Her tone was playful, but there was no mistaking the hint of possessiveness in her voice.

Alaric smiled deviously.

Poor Natasha had no idea that just this morning, he had enjoyed quite a bit of contact with Mariel and the others.

But he wasn’t about to tell her that.

Instead, he stared at her innocently, his voice calm as he replied, “It’s not me spending time with them, Natasha. It’s them spending time with me. So you really can’t fault me for that.”

Natasha puffed her cheeks, clearly frustrated but still clinging to him. She wrapped her arm around his and pressed herself closer. “I want you to spend the whole day with me, Alaric.”

[System Notification: Intimacy score with Natasha increased.]

[Experience received: +83]

As Natasha spoke, Cedric visibly flinched. Alaric had noticed over the past few days that Cedric had developed a small crush on Natasha. But it was painfully obvious that Natasha only had eyes for Alaric. Cedric’s disappointment was palpable, though he said nothing.

The day passed quickly as the students continued their preparations for the Moonlit Festival.

Since it was the thirteenth day, the preparations were nearing completion, and everyone worked tirelessly to finalize the decorations and stalls.

Natasha and Cedric stayed by Alaric’s side throughout the day, helping him with various tasks. Alaric enjoyed the attention, though he couldn’t help but notice Cedric’s growing frustration as Natasha clung to Alaric.

By late afternoon, it was time for Alaric to attend a special practice session for the magical performance that would kick off the festival.

As the only first-year student who could cast magic spells, he had been selected to participate in the performance alongside the senior students.

Normally, this event was reserved for fifth or sixth-year students, but Alaric’s skills had earned him a spot.

And because of his participation, Mariel, Rosalind, Isolde, and Viviana—eighth-year students who normally wouldn’t bother with such an event—had also decided to join in.

The practice session took place in a large, private courtyard within the academy, far from the bustling festival preparations. Cedric and Natasha weren’t allowed to attend, leaving Alaric alone with the senior girls. As soon as the practice began, Alaric realized just how much they intended to “help” him.

Mariel stood beside him, her body pressed against his as she showed him how to channel his mana more efficiently.

Her ample chest squished against his arm, and her warm breath tickled his neck. “Just like this, Alaric,” she whispered, her voice soft and seductive.

[System Notification: Intimacy score with Mariel increased.]

[Experience received: +1017]

Rosalind took her turn next, standing so close behind him that her voluptuous breasts pressed into his back.

She placed her hands over his, guiding his spellcasting with gentle precision. “You’re getting better,” she murmured, her lips dangerously close to his ear.

[System Notification: Intimacy score with Rosalind increased.]

[Experience received: +1129]

Isolde, never one to be outdone, moved in front of him, her hands resting on his shoulders as she corrected his stance.

Her full, curvy figure brushed against him with every adjustment, and she offered a playful smile. “You’ve come a long way since you arrived, Alaric.”

[System Notification: Intimacy score with Isolde increased.]

[Experience received: +1085]

Viviana was last. She hesitated at first but eventually stood beside him, her body pressed close as she helped him adjust his aim.

Her soft curves molded to his side, and despite her bashfulness, she offered him a sweet smile. “You’re amazing, Alaric.”

[System Notification: Intimacy score with Viviana increased.]

[Experience received: +1054]

By the end of the practice session, Alaric had not only improved his spellcasting but had also gained a wealth of experience points from the intimate training session. The Charm Aura had worked its magic flawlessly, making the senior girls unusually attentive and affectionate toward him. Their voluptuous bodies had brushed, pressed, and molded against him repeatedly throughout the training, and Alaric had savored every moment.

[System Notification: You have received a total of 4,285 Experience Points.]

Alaric smiled to himself as he stretched, feeling the surge of power from his newly earned experience points. His level was steadily increasing, and his magical control had improved significantly as a result of the personal training from the senior girls.

The sun had begun to set by the time they wrapped up the practice session. The courtyard was bathed in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows as Alaric and the girls gathered their things. Their clothes were once again sticking to their sweat-covered bodies, though they didn’t seem to mind. Alaric, too, was covered in a sheen of sweat, his hair damp from exertion.

“That was a good practice,” Mariel said, her voice sultry as she wiped her brow. She shot Alaric a wink. “You’re really coming along, Alaric.”

Rosalind smiled warmly at him. “Yes, you’ll definitely impress everyone at the festival with your performance.”

Viviana, blushing slightly, nodded. “You’re the only first-year student in the performance. That’s… really impressive.”

Isolde placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip firm yet affectionate. “Just make sure to keep practicing. We’ll help you again tomorrow.”

Alaric gave them a grateful nod, though a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. “Thank you for all your help today,” he said, his tone laced with a hidden meaning that only he understood. “I’ll be ready for more training tomorrow.”