The group stared at the unconscious leader on the ground, then slowly looked up at Liam — shirt hanging open, cigarette glowing between his lips, Fireball still crackling dangerously in his palm.
The second they realized he had an actual occupation and a real combat skill, all five of them went pale.
They dropped to their knees in pure terror.
"S-Sorry! We're really sorry!"
Liam sighed, the sound tired but calm. He pointed toward the lone traveler they had been robbing.
"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to him."
The group immediately turned to the victim, bowing their heads low. "We're sorry! We were wrong!"
Liam exhaled another cloud of smoke and shook his head. "I know you guys aren't that bad… you're just scared about tomorrow like everyone else."
He reached into his inventory and casually tossed a glowing red HP Potion toward them. One of the boys caught it with both hands.
"Give it to him," Liam said, nodding toward the guy still lying on the ground.
The group's eyes widened with shock and gratitude. The strength, the skill, and now this unexpected generosity — they looked at Liam with pure awe and respect, the kind reserved for someone truly powerful.
A few minutes later, the leader groaned and slowly sat up, rubbing his burned face. The HP Potion had done its job. Still dazed, he pulled out a cigarette with shaky fingers, lit it, and offered it to Liam like a peace offering.
Liam took the cigarette without a word, the orange glow reflecting in his eyes as the night air grew quieter around them.
---
While the group waited nervously, the leader took a shaky drag from his cigarette and leaned in closer to Liam, voice low and eager.
"Boss… there's a camp party going on that way."
He pointed south, into the darkness.
"Just 500 meters. Everyone there is our age — 20 to 22. All of us here for the Awakening Ceremony tomorrow."
He grinned, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Unlimited meat on the fire… and the best part?" He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Unlimited sex. The girls go crazy if they find out you have an occupation — especially a Mage with Fireball. They'll jump straight into your bed. The boys? They'll line up to be your lackeys."
The other four nodded quickly, faces full of hope.
"We want to follow you, Boss," the leader said respectfully. "What do you say? Wanna attend the camp party?"
The night air grew thick with anticipation as all five of them stared at Liam, waiting for his answer.
---
Liam took one last drag from the cigarette before flicking it into the darkness.
"Unlimited meat is fine. Unlimited sex with girls is fine too," he said calmly. "But taking lackeys? No thanks."
He shook his head.
The group didn't look disappointed. They knew they still had no occupations — asking a real Mage to carry them was already a long shot.
"Alright, Boss. No problem at all," the leader said with a grin. "Then camp party it is! What are we waiting for?"
Liam smirked and started walking. "Let's go. Eat meat until we're full… and fuck until our balls are empty."
The group burst out laughing, all the earlier tension vanishing in an instant. They quickly fell in step behind him.
Liam even reached down, grabbed the poor guy who had almost been robbed, and pulled him along.
"Come on. You're coming too."
---
My name is Kai.
I lost both my parents when I was just a little kid. They were adventurers — strong, kind, and always smiling when they came home. They died protecting our village from a monster wave. When the news reached me, I cried for weeks. Months. I still cry sometimes.
I grew up completely alone. Both my parents were orphans themselves, so there was no family left. I survived on the modest savings they left behind and the kindness of the villagers who took turns checking on me. I somehow made it to twenty yesterday.
I'm still a virgin. Never even touched a girl's hand. I don't know how to talk to them. I get nervous, my tongue gets heavy, and I end up saying something stupid.
Some nights I wake up hard and frustrated. I stroke myself until I cum — sometimes five times in a row — but the empty house just stares back at me. My cock keeps twitching even after I'm done, and the loneliness hits harder than ever.
In the dark, I always end up whispering the same thing in a broken voice:
"Dad… Mom… why did you have to die? Look at me… I'm all alone."
If Dad was still here, he would've laughed, patted my back, and introduced me to his old friends' daughters. He would've said, "Go on, kid. Make your old man proud."
Instead, I just sit in the corner of our quiet little house and cry.
---
I didn't want to rot in my village forever. So the day after I turned twenty, I made up my mind. I was going to attend the Awakening Ceremony, spread my wings, and finally see the world. I wanted to taste every kind of food, visit every strange place, meet all kinds of people… and maybe — just maybe — find a girlfriend.
With that hope burning in my chest, I left home.
The villagers had slipped me a little money for the journey. I'll never forget their kindness. If I ever become strong… I swear I'll protect them the same way my mom and dad did.
I was walking past the Resting Horse Inn when a group of guys suddenly blocked my path. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could hear it. They demanded my coins, and I froze — too scared to even speak.
Then *he* appeared.
My savior stepped out of the shadows with a glowing Fireball in his hand and a cigarette between his lips like it was nothing. Even though we were the same age, he carried a completely different aura. Calm. Powerful. Untouchable.
When their leader started talking about the camp party — unlimited meat, and then whispered about unlimited sex — my cock twitched hard inside my pants. A rush of nervous excitement hit me.
*God… if only my boss (yeah, I'm calling him Boss now) would take me with him…*
I was still trying to figure out how to ask without sounding pathetic when I felt a strong hand grab my arm.
Boss was already dragging me along with the group.
I silently thanked the **Mother of Light** with everything I had.
*Thank you… thank you for sending me a real savior tonight.*
---
After a few minutes of walking through the dark, we finally reached the camp party.
The second we stepped into the clearing, my heart slammed against my ribs like a war drum. Pure adrenaline flooded my veins. My mouth went dry. My cock instantly twitched and started hardening so fast it almost hurt.
There were **three hundred** people here — all of them our age, 20 to 22 — and **every single one was completely naked**.
Hundreds of naked bodies moved under the firelight. Girls with bouncing breasts and smooth, glistening pussies. Boys with hard cocks swinging as they walked. No shame. No clothes. Just raw, open lust everywhere I looked.
The air smelled thick — grilled meat sizzling on dozens of open fires mixed with the heavy, musky scent of sex and cum.
Everywhere I turned, people were fucking.
Right in the open.
A group of five girls were on their knees in a circle, sucking and stroking multiple cocks at once, drool and cum dripping down their chins. A few feet away, two guys were double-penetrating a moaning redhead — one in her pussy, one in her ass — while she squirted all over the grass. Condoms lay scattered everywhere like fallen leaves, some still leaking white cum. Inside half-open tents I could see even more — girls riding boys reverse cowgirl, groups of four and five tangled together, bodies slapping wetly, loud moans and wet *schlick-schlick-schlick* sounds filling the night.
My virgin cock was now rock-hard, throbbing painfully against my pants, leaking precum like a faucet. My face burned. My legs felt weak. I couldn't stop staring.
*Holy shit… this is real.*
I had never even touched a girl before tonight… and now I was standing in the middle of the biggest, filthiest orgy I had ever imagined in my life.
Boss (Liam) just smirked beside me like this was completely normal.
My heart was hammering so hard I could barely breathe.
This was going to be the wildest night of my entire life.