Novels by Wichser

Pan sat close, his hand brushing her thigh under the table, fingers grazing her skin, deliberate and erotic. She inhaled sharply, leaning in, her breath quickening. “You’re dangerous,” she whispered, her hand guiding his higher, her skin warm.The flame burned, and Pan’s voice dropped. “You’re about to find out how much.” Their lips crashed, a heated kiss, her moans soft as his hands roamed her curves, the system’s spark igniting. They broke apart, her eyes ravenous. “Tonight,” Pan said, voice rough. “My place. Bring something… special.”She nodded, biting her lip. “You won’t be disappointed.”The encounter buzzed through him, the system chiming: Challenge Complete. Reward: Strategic Acumen, Physical Prowess. His muscles tightened, movements sharper, his mind racing with tactical genius, as if he’d trained for years. But the flame hungered, thoughts of Penny’s gasps, Jacqueline’s skin, driving him wild.At the mansion, Pan found Ivy by the pool, her micro-bikini barely covering her, b

Pan prowled Cloyster Academy’s halls, the Artemis flame surging in his chest, a molten fusion of power and lust that charged his every step. The Eros System’s rewards—enhanced charisma and a torrent of knowledge—made his words silk, his presence a magnetic pull. His tailored clothes, Ivy’s relentless push for “sex appeal,” clung to his frame, drawing gasps from students who once mocked him.The sigil on his bicep glowed faintly under his sleeve, a divine mark of his lineage and the system’s provocative challenges driving his ascent. The mansion, a decadent sanctuary shared with his siblings—Blaze’s hulking protection, Penny’s smoldering allure, Ivy’s brazen seduction, Jackie’s fierce loyalty, Cory’s quick humor, and Zete’s sharp intellect—fueled his confidence, though the women’s beauty ignited a ravenous edge in him.The academy pulsed with his name. His siblings, transfer students who’d shattered the school’s social order, were untouchable. Blaze loomed at Pan’s side, a towering bod

Penny’s gaze softened, but her jaw tightened. “Don’t get lost in it,” she murmured, her hand sliding to his thigh, nails grazing, sending shivers through him.At Cloyster Academy, the halls thrummed with gossip. Pan’s siblings owned the space, their beauty magnetic. Ivy’s tiny outfit turned heads, male students trailing her like moths, their lewd whispers earning Cory’s glares and Jackie’s snarls as she shifted to a panther, scattering them. Blaze shadowed Pan, a hulking deterrent to Leo’s posse, who lurked, taunts subdued. Pan’s popularity soared—girls flirted, guys nodded, his new charisma drawing eyes. In math class, Jessica’s gaze was molten, her skirt hiked as she leaned toward him, whispering, “You’re trouble, Pan.” His hand brushed her thigh under the desk, her gasp fueling his hunger, the system’s challenge pulsing.After classes, Pan found Jessica by the gym, her cheerleader skirt barely covering her thighs. “Hey, Pan,” she purred, stretching, her body an invitation. “That ma

Pan woke in the mansion’s lavish bedroom, silk sheets clinging to his skin, the faint glow of the sigil on his right bicep casting seductive shadows across the gothic walls. The Artemis flame burned hotter in his chest, no longer just a weapon but a pulse of raw desire, fueled by yesterday’s events—Leo’s eviction, Jessica’s scorching kiss, the intoxicating pull that had set his blood aflame. Living with his siblings—Blaze’s hulking strength, Penny’s captivating intensity, Ivy’s brazen allure, Jackie’s fierce charm, Cory’s quick grin, and Zete’s sharp mind—was a heady mix of comfort and temptation. The women, especially, stirred something primal in him, their beauty making his pulse race, his thoughts veering to forbidden places. The mansion’s opulence, a gift from Eros’s divine wealth, only amplified the surreal shift from the Osbourne house’s dingy attic.He slipped into tailored jeans and a tight shirt, Ivy’s insistence on “sex appeal” echoing in his mind, and joined his siblings in

Blaze grunted, stepping beside Pan like a bodyguard. “Anyone else tries something, they’re done.”Ivy smirked, drawing lewd whispers from male students ogling her. Jackie glared at others staring at her, shifting closer to Cory, who blurred, glaring back.Zete frowned. “Your status is rising, Pandion, but it’s attracting… undesirable attention.”Pan noticed students who once ignored him now watching curiously, some enviously. Girls eyed him; guys sized him up, wary of Blaze. His popularity was climbing.Leo spat, “This isn’t over, freak,” but his voice wavered, his posse quieter, unnerved. He retreated, swagger diminished.Penny’s hand slipped into Pan’s. “He’s scared,” she said, pride in her voice. “They all are.”Pan’s day unraveled further after classes. He trudged to the Osbourne house, where he’d lived since his foster days, only to find Leo waiting on the porch, arms crossed, a cruel smirk on his face. The jocks from earlier lounged nearby, snickering.“You’re out, freak,” Leo s

The portal’s light faded, and Pan stumbled onto the cracked asphalt of Cloyster Academy’s courtyard, the familiar stench of stale cafeteria fries and teenage sweat replacing the meadow’s floral sweetness. His torn robe, crusted with blood and ash, hung awkwardly, the glowing sigil on his right bicep pulsing faintly beneath the fabric. The Artemis flame smoldered in his chest, a reminder of the Freak Lord’s defeat and Eros’s warnings about the assembly of gods. His siblings—Blaze, Penny, Zete, Ivy, Cory, and Jackie—materialized around him, their crisp robes and bruised faces drawing gasps from the crowd. When did they have time to change, Pan wondered.Enrolled as transfer students by Eros’s divine machination, their arrival disrupted the academy’s mundane rhythm.Students froze, chatter dying as they gawked. Blaze’s towering frame and chiseled jaw turned heads, Penny’s ethereal beauty silenced whispers, Ivy’s sultry smirk drew open-mouthed stares, and Jackie’s delicate features, fram

Help did arrive. Ellara shoved through the unruly crowd, dissuading them with her polite tone. However, her voice drowned in the commotion.But as the mob pressed in, her body shifted. Light—Ellara swelled into Dark-Ellara's voluptuous curves, and her eyes darkened with authority. "Stop this madness!" she roared."I have collared this human, and he is my slave, bound by the Medley curse—my protector!""But Lady Ellara..." Leroy protested, yanking the noose tighter. "He still belongs to the dark one. We should eliminate him while he is still weak."Dark-Ellara snapped her fingers, and black lightning crackled around me. My captors jumped back, singed by the magic, their hands burned and smoking.She approached, placing a boot on one fallen elf's chest, grinding down just enough to make him groan. "If you kill Akira, it changes nothing," she snarled."Chernobog will summon another from the otherworlds, perhaps someone stronger and worse, to plunge Arcadia into eternal night! At least th

Descending that hillock felt like sliding into a dream straight out of a low-budget Lord of the Rings knockoff. Huts were clustered on the sloping hillside below like a shantytown. Smoke curled lazily from kitchens, furnaces, and smitheries, probably trying to signal aliens or something.I could smell the damp earth along with roasting herbs. It was kind of comforting, NGL."My people," Ellara said, like she'd been on the run for too long. "Sylvan Elves."She was in her light form now, slender and graceful. I enjoyed watching her take happy steps as she led the way down the uneven path. But I could also notice the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers twitched like she was ready to switch at any moment.I followed her closely, afraid she'd zap me otherwise. Not that I planned to run. Where would I go anyway? Back to goblin-infested caves? Nah, my mind was on other things.The reason I was so excited about entering this Elf town was simple—potential harem material. These Sylvan

"The broad categories are Sapiels, Insipiels, and Theols," Ellara began. "Sapiels are intelligent folk like elves, the most superior among the kind.""Humans like you come next, you greedy, miracleless bastards. The corrupt Holy Kingdom in the West is made up entirely of them. They are the ones who hunted my kind to near extinction."It was interesting for me to know that humans had actually carved out a niche in this world, even without magic. Perhaps I could cut out a deal with them and escape Ellara's bondage?"Then we have demi-humans of different kinds. They are horned freaks built like tanks, or fox sly-boys pulling cons, or lion knights roaring into battle. I never really listed them.""Druids are another of the Sapiels. They are guardians communing with nature.""Finally, Demons make up the rock bottom. They're crafty creatures with rare magic, but were mostly hunted down to extinction by the Holy Kingdom."I nodded, slurping my stew slowly—the one I had secretly enhanced with

I generally like to think that people are inherently good. Given the right conditions, they treat each other well, right? That wasn't true for my new mistress, Ellara Voss, or at least, not all the time, for the wrong reason.One moment, she'd be Light-Ellara, with her soft smiles and apologetic glances. Her slender, Hollywood-esque frame moved with the grace of a woodland princess, explaining to me things as a patient teacher.The next, she'd flip to Dark-Ellara. Her body would swell into those comic-book curves that made my mouth dry. The worst part of it was she'd turn into a total domina, barking orders and zapping me for the slightest mistake.Ellara refused to tell me why it happened. Perhaps it was childhood trauma, or something magical. Regretfully, I couldn't get my hands on either of those bodies.But damn, when she went dark, it got lewd for me. She'd kick me or pin me down with her foot. Her voice also sounded slightly husky as she whispered threats that made my blood run

I confronted her, struggling against the invisible pull of the collar that kept me grounded. "Let me go, I saved your ass too! This bond bullshit is unfair and evil. You didn't get my permission before executing it!"Ellara's eyes hardened like steel forged in a furnace. "Stop crying and yapping. The bond is already permanent, with no loopholes. It was I who saved your miserable life!"I sighed, finally accepting the reality. The Elf Mommy had collared me, and I couldn't even escape through death. Now what? My mental state was so unstable that I started thinking of porn scenarios."Does the bond come with… benefits... As in slave sex?" I blurted out without thinking. I immediately regretted my boldness as Ellara grunted and closed her hands sharply into a fist.Crackle! Electric shocks zapped through my body as if I had hugged a live wire. My nuts felt like a taser had been introduced to them from all directions. "Aaaaargghhhh! Stop it!""Behave…" she mouthed slowly and threateningly.

Ellara smiled sadly. "You heard me. You're my slave now, Akira. I'm sorry you have to go through this, but I would suggest you change your tone and act like one."I chuckled and waved a dismissive hand. Even though the Elf was being polite, she was laying out the definition of 'bitches be crazy' in the process."That was good," I said, chortling. "You almost got me. Anyway, thanks for the save and healing, Elf mommy, but I'll pass on the slavery gig. Maybe I could have helped with quests, collecting mushrooms or berries or something, you know, sidekick style, but I'm not into chains or ownership bullshit, not even as roleplay.""Hasta la vista!" I saluted Ellara mockingly and turned to leave, feeling a surge of independence that comes with ditching a toxic job on a Friday. The Elf simply watched me with pursed lips."Catch you later," I called out again, and then walked away. "If you want my help with a quest, just hang your used panties on a branch in this general area. I'll understa