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Exhausted after a long day of managing his slaves, Garr entered his opulent dining room, his legs aching from hours spent on his feet. The room's grandeur provided a stark contrast to the rough barn he had spent the day in, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and comfort as he took his seat at the head of the table since his family had already eaten. The polished mahogany surface, adorned with intricate carvings, gleamed softly under the warm glow of the chandelier, casting a welcoming ambiance throughout the room.
A servant quickly and silently appeared at Garr's side, presenting him with a sumptuous dinner on a silver platter. The mouthwatering aroma of roasted meats, seasoned vegetables, and fresh-baked bread wafted through the air, instantly making him realize just how famished he was. His stomach growled in anticipation as the servant carefully placed each dish before him, making sure to arrange the plates and utensils with precision.
Garr didn't waste any time, picking up his silverware and digging into the succulent meal with enthusiasm. Each bite seemed to melt in his mouth, a symphony of flavors and textures that brought him immense satisfaction. As he savored his dinner, he reflected on the day's events, contemplating what he had learned and how he could apply these lessons in the future. After a few minutes, he realized that something was missing from his dining experience. Looking around, he spotted a young servant standing near the corner of the room, awaiting instructions. "Fetch me a glass of wine," Garr commanded, his voice authoritative but not unkind. The servant nodded and hurried off, returning moments later with a gleaming crystal goblet filled with rich, ruby-red wine.
Garr took a slow, appreciative sip, letting the velvety liquid slide down his throat, its warmth spreading throughout his body. The wine's fruity notes and subtle tannins complemented his meal perfectly, making him feel as if he were indulging in a small piece of heaven. As the evening wore on, and the stresses of the day began to fade, Garr couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple pleasures that life had to offer.
Garr's nightly routine had taken a different turn since he mastered the art of Astral Projection. The beautiful woman from his class at Academia Arcanum had unwittingly become the focus of his secret observations. Every night, after ensuring he was alone in his room, he would carefully project his astral form into the slipspace and eagerly seek out her presence. He had been watching her for weeks now, and not once did he feel any guilt or remorse for his actions. In his mind, this was his entertainment, and he had no intention of stopping.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the first stars appeared in the sky, Garr went through his usual preparations. He lit a few candles around his room, creating a soft, ambient glow, then locked the door to ensure his privacy. He took a deep breath, relaxed on his bed, and focused on the image of the beautiful woman in his mind. As his astral form slipped into the unseen realm, he felt a familiar sense of excitement and anticipation.
Garr found the woman in her home, a modest but well-kept place filled with warm colors and comfortable furnishings. She was alone, going about her evening routine, seemingly unaware of the invisible visitor in her midst. Garr studied her every movement, taking in the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the graceful curve of her neck, and the elegant sway of her hips as she moved around the room. He could almost feel her presence, a sensation that both thrilled and comforted him.
As the woman prepared for bed, Garr noticed the intricate details of her nightgown, the delicate lace that adorned its edges, and the way it clung to her body, accentuating her feminine curves. He admired her beauty, feeling a mixture of awe and envy, knowing that he could never be with her in the physical world. The feeling was bittersweet, but it was one he had grown used to over the weeks of his secret observations.
As the woman sat on her bed, brushing her long, silky hair, Garr couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his newfound abilities. He marveled at the fact that he could see her so clearly, even from such a great distance, and he reveled in the power this gave him. He knew he shouldn't be watching her like this, but the thrill of the forbidden was simply too enticing to resist.
Suddenly, the door to the woman's room creaked open, and Garr's heart skipped a beat. He had never seen anyone else in her home before, and the unexpected intrusion startled him. A young man entered the room, his handsome features and confident stride immediately recognizable as her boyfriend. Garr's heart sank, as the reality of her relationship hit him like a ton of bricks. Despite knowing she was off-limits, he had allowed himself to become emotionally invested in his secret observations.
The woman greeted her boyfriend with a bright smile, and he returned her affection with a warm embrace. Garr watched, his feelings of excitement and anticipation now replaced by an uncomfortable mixture of jealousy and frustration. He knew he shouldn't continue watching, but he found himself unable to look away as their loving interactions unfolded before him.
As the couple moved closer to each other, Garr's feelings of jealousy intensified. He could see the love and passion in their eyes, and it filled him with a sense of longing that he couldn't shake. He wished he could be the one holding her, the one making her smile and laugh, but he knew it would never happen. He was just an invisible observer, a ghost in the shadows, unable to touch or be touched.
Despite his growing discomfort, Garr continued to watch as the woman and her boyfriend whispered sweet nothings to each other, their words a mixture of love and desire. They shared tender kisses, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, exploring and caressing as their passion grew. Garr clenched his fists, his jealousy transforming into a burning anger that threatened to consume him.
He knew he should leave, that he should return to his physical body and forget about the woman and her lover, but a perverse curiosity held him in place. He wanted to see how far they would go, to witness the depths of their passion and intimacy, even if it tore him apart inside. It was a form of self-torture, an addiction to the pain that only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
As the couple's lovemaking intensified, Garr's emotions reached a boiling point. He could no longer bear the sight of them together, of the woman he secretly desired in the arms of another man. He wanted to scream, to cry out in frustration, but he was trapped in his astral form, unable to make a sound or interact with the physical world in any way.
In a desperate attempt to regain control of his emotions, Garr forced himself to focus on his breathing, taking slow, deep breaths as he tried to calm the storm raging within him. He knew he couldn't change the reality of the situation, that he would never be with the woman he desired, but he hoped that by accepting the truth, he could find a way to let go of his jealousy and move on.
Slowly but surely, Garr's efforts began to pay off. His heart rate slowed, his breathing became more even, and the anger that had threatened to consume him began to subside. He allowed himself one last look at the couple, a mixture of sadness and resignation in his eyes, before he finally turned away and prepared to leave the scene of his torment.
Garr's anger and jealousy festered within him initially, but as he continued to watch the woman and her boyfriend, an unexpected change occurred within him. He realized that he derived a twisted pleasure from watching the woman, even during her intimate moments with her boyfriend. He felt a perverse sense of power and control, knowing that he was invading her privacy without her knowledge.
As he reluctantly returned to his physical body, the journey back through the Slipspace felt different this time. He couldn't shake the twisted satisfaction he had experienced while observing the woman and her boyfriend. Although he knew his actions were wrong and invasive, he felt no guilt or remorse. Instead, he felt a surge of excitement and anticipation for his next astral excursion.
In the following hours, Garr would spend more time than ever honing his astral projection skills. He delved into books and scrolls, seeking any information that could enhance his abilities and make his spying even more effective. The more he practiced, the more his morals eroded, and he found himself caring less about the consequences of his actions.
Exhausted after a long day of managing his slaves, Garr entered his opulent dining room, his legs aching from hours spent on his feet. The room's grandeur provided a stark contrast to the rough barn he had spent the day in, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and comfort as he took his seat at the head of the table since his family had already eaten. The polished mahogany surface, adorned with intricate carvings, gleamed softly under the warm glow of the chandelier, casting a welcoming ambiance throughout the room.
A servant quickly and silently appeared at Garr's side, presenting him with a sumptuous dinner on a silver platter. The mouthwatering aroma of roasted meats, seasoned vegetables, and fresh-baked bread wafted through the air, instantly making him realize just how famished he was. His stomach growled in anticipation as the servant carefully placed each dish before him, making sure to arrange the plates and utensils with precision.
Garr didn't waste any time, picking up his silverware and digging into the succulent meal with enthusiasm. Each bite seemed to melt in his mouth, a symphony of flavors and textures that brought him immense satisfaction. As he savored his dinner, he reflected on the day's events, contemplating what he had learned and how he could apply these lessons in the future. After a few minutes, he realized that something was missing from his dining experience. Looking around, he spotted a young servant standing near the corner of the room, awaiting instructions. "Fetch me a glass of wine," Garr commanded, his voice authoritative but not unkind. The servant nodded and hurried off, returning moments later with a gleaming crystal goblet filled with rich, ruby-red wine.
Garr took a slow, appreciative sip, letting the velvety liquid slide down his throat, its warmth spreading throughout his body. The wine's fruity notes and subtle tannins complemented his meal perfectly, making him feel as if he were indulging in a small piece of heaven. As the evening wore on, and the stresses of the day began to fade, Garr couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple pleasures that life had to offer.
Garr's nightly routine had taken a different turn since he mastered the art of Astral Projection. The beautiful woman from his class at Academia Arcanum had unwittingly become the focus of his secret observations. Every night, after ensuring he was alone in his room, he would carefully project his astral form into the slipspace and eagerly seek out her presence. He had been watching her for weeks now, and not once did he feel any guilt or remorse for his actions. In his mind, this was his entertainment, and he had no intention of stopping.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the first stars appeared in the sky, Garr went through his usual preparations. He lit a few candles around his room, creating a soft, ambient glow, then locked the door to ensure his privacy. He took a deep breath, relaxed on his bed, and focused on the image of the beautiful woman in his mind. As his astral form slipped into the unseen realm, he felt a familiar sense of excitement and anticipation.
Garr found the woman in her home, a modest but well-kept place filled with warm colors and comfortable furnishings. She was alone, going about her evening routine, seemingly unaware of the invisible visitor in her midst. Garr studied her every movement, taking in the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the graceful curve of her neck, and the elegant sway of her hips as she moved around the room. He could almost feel her presence, a sensation that both thrilled and comforted him.
As the woman prepared for bed, Garr noticed the intricate details of her nightgown, the delicate lace that adorned its edges, and the way it clung to her body, accentuating her feminine curves. He admired her beauty, feeling a mixture of awe and envy, knowing that he could never be with her in the physical world. The feeling was bittersweet, but it was one he had grown used to over the weeks of his secret observations.
As the woman sat on her bed, brushing her long, silky hair, Garr couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his newfound abilities. He marveled at the fact that he could see her so clearly, even from such a great distance, and he reveled in the power this gave him. He knew he shouldn't be watching her like this, but the thrill of the forbidden was simply too enticing to resist.
Suddenly, the door to the woman's room creaked open, and Garr's heart skipped a beat. He had never seen anyone else in her home before, and the unexpected intrusion startled him. A young man entered the room, his handsome features and confident stride immediately recognizable as her boyfriend. Garr's heart sank, as the reality of her relationship hit him like a ton of bricks. Despite knowing she was off-limits, he had allowed himself to become emotionally invested in his secret observations.
The woman greeted her boyfriend with a bright smile, and he returned her affection with a warm embrace. Garr watched, his feelings of excitement and anticipation now replaced by an uncomfortable mixture of jealousy and frustration. He knew he shouldn't continue watching, but he found himself unable to look away as their loving interactions unfolded before him.
As the couple moved closer to each other, Garr's feelings of jealousy intensified. He could see the love and passion in their eyes, and it filled him with a sense of longing that he couldn't shake. He wished he could be the one holding her, the one making her smile and laugh, but he knew it would never happen. He was just an invisible observer, a ghost in the shadows, unable to touch or be touched.
Despite his growing discomfort, Garr continued to watch as the woman and her boyfriend whispered sweet nothings to each other, their words a mixture of love and desire. They shared tender kisses, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, exploring and caressing as their passion grew. Garr clenched his fists, his jealousy transforming into a burning anger that threatened to consume him.
He knew he should leave, that he should return to his physical body and forget about the woman and her lover, but a perverse curiosity held him in place. He wanted to see how far they would go, to witness the depths of their passion and intimacy, even if it tore him apart inside. It was a form of self-torture, an addiction to the pain that only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
As the couple's lovemaking intensified, Garr's emotions reached a boiling point. He could no longer bear the sight of them together, of the woman he secretly desired in the arms of another man. He wanted to scream, to cry out in frustration, but he was trapped in his astral form, unable to make a sound or interact with the physical world in any way.
In a desperate attempt to regain control of his emotions, Garr forced himself to focus on his breathing, taking slow, deep breaths as he tried to calm the storm raging within him. He knew he couldn't change the reality of the situation, that he would never be with the woman he desired, but he hoped that by accepting the truth, he could find a way to let go of his jealousy and move on.
Slowly but surely, Garr's efforts began to pay off. His heart rate slowed, his breathing became more even, and the anger that had threatened to consume him began to subside. He allowed himself one last look at the couple, a mixture of sadness and resignation in his eyes, before he finally turned away and prepared to leave the scene of his torment.
Garr's anger and jealousy festered within him initially, but as he continued to watch the woman and her boyfriend, an unexpected change occurred within him. He realized that he derived a twisted pleasure from watching the woman, even during her intimate moments with her boyfriend. He felt a perverse sense of power and control, knowing that he was invading her privacy without her knowledge.
As he reluctantly returned to his physical body, the journey back through the Slipspace felt different this time. He couldn't shake the twisted satisfaction he had experienced while observing the woman and her boyfriend. Although he knew his actions were wrong and invasive, he felt no guilt or remorse. Instead, he felt a surge of excitement and anticipation for his next astral excursion.
In the following hours, Garr would spend more time than ever honing his astral projection skills. He delved into books and scrolls, seeking any information that could enhance his abilities and make his spying even more effective. The more he practiced, the more his morals eroded, and he found himself caring less about the consequences of his actions.
