I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Mors Province, Notting City.

In the usually quiet logistics warehouse of the Primary Magic Academy, a series of blush-inducing, shy sounds suddenly echoed.

"Mmm... ah... Dean, not so... ah!"

Joan Michelle lay on the table, her cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, with her undergarments and blouse pushed up to her chest, exposing her firm breasts. Her skirt had been pulled up to her waist, and her snow-white legs were wrapped tightly around the waist of a muscular man.

With every thrust from the man, Joan Michelle couldn't help but let out a moan, her hands gripping his arms tightly.

"Oh... who would have thought... who would have thought something like this could feel so good!"

"Dean, harder! Come on... ah... faster!"

Her voice gradually shifted from exclamations to moans, and Dean Bruce tightened his grip on Joan Michelle's soft hands, increasing the speed of his thrusts. As he did, he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction—transmigration is the best, especially when a beautiful woman throws herself at you!

Dean Bruce wasn't originally from this world; he was an ordinary person from the modern era on Earth, making a living by creating various historical short videos.

One night, while staying up late editing a video, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and passed out. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on the planet Meze, in this magical world.

Though this was a world filled with magic, Dean Bruce didn't possess the talent to comprehend magic. However, his parents in this world were geniuses in research, renowned across Mors Province. Thanks to their status, his life had been quite comfortable.

Unfortunately, the good days didn't last long.

Two years ago, Dean Bruce's parents suddenly disappeared, leaving him with a large inheritance of hundreds of thousands of gold coins. Due to special circumstances, he became a full-time theory instructor at the Primary Magic Academy, securing a stable job that ensured a lifetime of comfort.

However, bits and pieces of information that occasionally reached his home made him realize something was amiss.

It seemed that his parents hadn't simply disappeared!

Thus, while Dean Bruce enjoyed his life, he also began quietly investigating his parents' whereabouts.

Today, Dean Bruce had come to the logistics warehouse to pick up some high-quality paper to sell for extra pocket money. Unexpectedly, the logistics teacher, Joan Michelle, threw herself at him.

Naturally, Dean Bruce didn't refuse such a good opportunity. Being well-versed in the ways of romance, he easily took Joan Michelle.

"Ah... so... so good..."

"Dean... by the way, could you... could you teach me some magic?"

Hearing this, Dean Bruce couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. How could he not understand why Joan Michelle had thrown herself at him?

Clearly, Joan Michelle had mistaken his young age and position as a teacher for a sign of his magical prowess, assuming he was a powerful, talented mage!

But the problem was—how could he teach her magic when he didn't know any?

"I don't know any magic," Dean Bruce confessed honestly, though he didn't slow his pace, in fact, he sped up.

Even if Joan Michelle got angry, he intended to enjoy the moment as much as possible!

"Mmm... how can that be? You... you don't... don't need to be so modest!"

"I... I saw... saw you last time... using fire to blow up a wild boar!"

"That... that enormous fireball! It was... it was at least... a fifth-tier fireball spell!"

Her voice was interspersed with moans, coming out in fragmented sentences, but Dean Bruce suddenly understood.

So she had seen him when he used homemade gunpowder to blow up that black wild boar!

No wonder she had been so forward.

In this magical world, your status is closely tied to your ability to comprehend and wield magic of various levels.

That explained why Joan Michelle was willing to make such a sacrifice.

Upon realizing this, Dean Bruce thrust even harder, rendering Joan Michelle unable to speak, only able to let out continuous moans.

Dean Bruce's expression grew serious, and his grip on her breasts tightened. Ever since he arrived in this world, everything had been almost perfect.

Except that he couldn't learn magic!

Not even the simplest first-tier spell!

Joan Michelle didn't know the reason, but in her desperation to learn magic, she didn't resist; instead, she matched Dean Bruce's rhythm even more.

It wasn't until a full hour had passed, and Joan Michelle could no longer take it, that she begged for mercy, bringing an end to their wild encounter.

Joan Michelle got up, not even bothering to put on her clothes, and collapsed like a rag doll against Dean Bruce. She softly pleaded, "I gave you my first time, can't you just teach me some magic? If not, even just one spell would do!"

"Teach me that fireball spell, and I can become a full-fledged teacher!"

"My... my family is wealthy. If you're willing to teach me, I can give you ten thousand gold coins!"

Dean Bruce grinned brightly. Money?

He had inherited hundreds of thousands of gold coins, did he really need that ten thousand?

What kind of test was this for a man?

What man could resist such a test!

Rolling his eyes, Dean Bruce pulled up his pants as he said, "I really don't know any magic. You were mistaken earlier."

On Meze, a world of magic, explaining gunpowder would be more complicated. It was easier to just say she was mistaken.

"I know, high-tier magic can't be passed on easily, even the academy only teaches basic spells!" Joan Michelle's bright eyes shimmered as she stared at Dean Bruce, full of hope. "Just teach me one high-tier spell, so I can become a full-fledged teacher. Then, whenever you need me, I'll be there!"

"Gulp!"

Dean Bruce couldn't help but swallow.

"Sigh," Dean Bruce sighed. "I thought you genuinely liked me, but it turns out, you had other motives."

"Sorry, but I really don't know any magic..."

Another rejection. He had no choice; he really didn't know any magic!

If he did, he would have agreed in a heartbeat!

Gaining a beautiful lover who is always available at your beck and call? It would be worth teaching a dozen spells, let alone one!

But he didn't know any magic. If he dared to make such a promise, once the lie was exposed, Joan Michelle would likely stab him out of sheer fury.

"This..." Joan Michelle bit her lip, frustration welling up inside her. She had gone out of her way to seduce Dean Bruce in hopes of learning advanced magic. If this didn't work, was she destined to remain a low-tier mage for the rest of her life?

As she watched Dean Bruce finish dressing and prepare to leave, Joan Michelle suddenly clenched her teeth and said, "This is a jade pendant carved from Dragonheart Stone. Wearing it over time can extend your life and improve your constitution!"

"If you teach me high-tier magic, this Dragonheart Pendant will be yours..."

Joan Michelle was focused on magic, on achieving a higher status, so she didn't care much about treasures like this.

But for Dean Bruce, it was different!

He was a transmigrant who couldn't learn magic at all. For him, an artifact that could prolong his life and improve his health was incredibly valuable!

Staring at the Dragonheart Pendant that gleamed with a fiery light, he felt a surge of temptation.

But... he truly didn't know any magic!

Should he make up some magic incantations using concepts from the world he came from, Earth?

As for whether Joan Michelle could actually learn it?

Well, that would be a problem with her talent, and it would have nothing to do with him!

With that thought, Dean Bruce sighed and said, "I didn't want to teach you, but seeing your sincerity, I can't bear to refuse."

"Teaching you magic is no problem, but I can only do it for two months."

"If, after two months, you still can't comprehend magic above the fifth tier, don't blame me for being heartless."

As he said this, Dean Bruce's gaze toward Joan Michelle grew somewhat peculiar.

We were never destined to be together—money is what made this happen!

For the sake of that treasure, he would indeed have to rack his brain and make up something.

He could only hope Joan Michelle wouldn't see through him!

But upon thinking it over, this woman had dared to do all this just because she saw him blow up a wild boar with gunpowder. With such reckless behavior, it was unlikely she would realize he was deceiving her.

"Really?!" Joan Michelle's face instantly lit up with joy, and then she blushed, speaking softly, "During these two months of learning, you can do anything you want with me..."

"Ding!"

"System Notice: Congratulations to the host for successfully triggering the Supreme Mage System! Would you like to activate it?"

What?! The Supreme Mage System?!

Just as Dean Bruce was about to enjoy himself again, a crisp, icy voice suddenly echoed in his ear.