Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Those magic-using people live elsewhere, and these people don\'t talk about them or hear about them. It was like a normal world to him, the place where he currently stayed. It was like living in the 90s.

There are two worlds, people who use magic and people who can\'t use it, who are called Novizes. The Novizes are often looked down upon by those who can use magic, and there is a clear divide between the two groups. Despite this, he found ways to learn about their existence.

He learned all this by digging around, visiting libraries, and rummaging through lots of books. There was a lot of information about the world of wizards. Some of these people were interested in knowing where they lived or what they were doing. And this helped him learn about the world of wizards.

The fervor to understand and connect with this hidden world fueled his exploration, offering glimpses into the lives and lands of those who commanded magic.

He finished high school this year. It was a little different from what he did in his previous life. This time, he enjoyed going to school.

Although he was kind of disappointed about the part where the wizards and magic were out of his reach, at least he had a normal life and a loving aunt. Yes, the woman who raised him was his aunt. At that time, when he came to his senses, he thought she was his mom, but she was his aunt.

He came to learn from his aunt the heartbreaking truth that both his parents had tragically perished in a car accident. In the wake of this devastating loss, his aunt selflessly took on the mantle of his caretaker, assuming the role of a nurturing mother figure.

Within the confines of their cozy home, nestled amidst a neighborhood adorned with a charming front yard and a serene backyard, their lives unfolded as a duet of unwavering love and profound gratitude.

Never allowing herself to be consumed by her own desires, she dedicated her life to raising him, pouring every ounce of her being into his upbringing. Their small family of two found solace within the walls of their cherished home, where love and care mingled harmoniously in the air.

This extraordinary bond was forged in the crucible of tragedy when she received the heart-wrenching news of her sister\'s demise. In a profound twist of fate, she was entrusted with the care of her newborn nephew, who would become the centre of her world. With an indomitable spirit, she embraced her newfound role as his surrogate mother, raising him as her own with tender affection.

"Jaegar, sweetie, how long are you going to sleep?" A sweet and melodious voice rang out in the house.

"Jaeeeeegerrr!" she yelled out his name, waking him up.

Jaegar was his name. He was still asleep in his room, half-naked and wearing only shorts. He heard his aunt\'s voice and slowly got up from the bed, yawning.

He walked to the bathroom, washed his face, and came down.

He saw his aunt preparing breakfast for him, with her back to him. He walked to her in slow steps and hugged her while slowly caressing her hips.

"Oh, you woke up," said Diana.

"Good morning, mom," he said while kissing her neck.

"Hmm, sweetie, you seem to be on day and night." She sighed, saying, "You should control yourself, young man."

"How could I control myself, with a gorgeous beauty like you standing in front of me?" he said, leaning his head on her shoulder.

She kissed him on the forehead and said, "All right, go sit there and eat your breakfast like a good boy."

Instead of listening to her her words, he slid his hand down her, groping her butt, and pressed it firmly, in turn, which she let out a moan. He continued squeezing her butt while he kissed her soft, smooth neck.

"Sweetie, I have to go out. We can continue this after I return." Jaegar moved back and went to sit at the table, losing the mood.

Jaegar\'s POV:

In my previous life, I was never close to my family, and I had forgotten what it meant to be close to one\'s family. I even forgot what the word family meant.

When I was reincarnated into this new life and found myself in this house, my early childhood memories were hazy, but the presence of my aunt stood out vividly. She had been more than just an aunt; she had been a mother figure I couldn\'t have even dreamed of.

The love and care she showed me when I regained consciousness after my reincarnation were etched deep in my mind.

I grew to love her deeply, feeling incredibly fortunate to have her by my side. Even when she explained that she wasn\'t my biological mother and that my birth parents were no longer alive, it didn\'t impact me greatly.

I didn\'t have any real memories of my birth parents, and though I felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of their loss, it was fleeting.

Here, with my aunt, I was truly content.

As I continued to grow under her care, our bond deepened further, and I began to see her as more than just an aunt—she became my mother in every sense of the word. She was a remarkably beautiful woman, which inevitably led to moments of attraction on my part.

There were a few instances where I accidentally stumbled upon her in various states of undress, but we both brushed them off as mere accidents. Neither of us wanted to entertain such thoughts.

I still remember her naked body with water dripping on her white skin…uh… (clearing throat.) The image stayed in my mind but I never really wanted to do anything further.

As the years passed, I started to grow into boyhood.

I used to stare at her most of the time, which begged the question.

Yeah, she started to notice me staring at her. And then she asked me why I was doing that.

I just told her that I liked watching her, it calms my mind. She gave me a strange look when I said this but she just laughed it off, later saying you speak like an old man.

I used to compliment her whenever she was dressed nicely and I liked the hugs she gave, smothering me between her ti-(clears throat) her soft bosom.

Sometimes, I asked her if I could sleep with her at night, she never refused and held me, dearly and used to sing lullaby.