Ravaging My Old Master Episode 009: Even Tiny Gravitational Forces Create Black Holes When Opposing Properties Merge

Even the smallest gravitational forces could create a black hole if opposing properties combined. Impossible by Earth's science, sure, but in the Tower World, as long as you had the right formula, it just... happened. It would form and vanish in an instant shorter than a flash of light, but the devastation around it was obvious.

And of course, I'd be right in the blast radius.

...Why did it have to be today of all days?!

I hadn't realized the incident that doomed my old master happened on this day. There was no way for the current me to block a black hole's damage.

A screaming end together with that goblin couple.

No, there is a way!

I snatched a barrier bomb from the display shelf right beside me. The usage was obvious. I flipped the activation switch and hurled it toward the center where spacetime was starting to warp.

-Shwaaaaa!

Spacetime rippled like waves on water. At the peak of that surge, the barrier bomb activated.

-Crackle-crackle-zzt!

"Huh? What was that?"

"What's wrong?"

The goblin couple had no clue what had almost happened. Wiping away the cold sweat that had poured out in those few seconds, I locked eyes with my old master, Evelyn Howard.

The goblin couple finished their light shopping and left the workshop. The golden-haired alchemist, Evelyn, polished her glasses lenses and spoke.

"Didn't you say you came here for work?"

"I didn't come to block a black hole."

"You've got a sharp eye, then. Noticing that."

"I'm good at improvising too. Wouldn't that have been a disaster without me?"

"...I'll admit it. That was dangerous."

Evelyn adjusted her glasses and glared at me. Given my unfamiliar outfit, she probably pegged me as a fresh newbie to the Tower World. And yet, I'd spotted her works—that meant more than average eyesight. She must've figured I'd been involved in something alchemy-related back home.

"Your name?"

"Han Do-yoon."

"You know who I am?"

Evelyn loved when people recognized her. Praising her works, acknowledging her achievements, proving herself through others' words—that was her thing.

"Evelyn Howard, 6-circle alchemist from the Heavenly Tower, genius in synthesis arrays, synthesis arts, and tool-making. The tragic prodigy pushed out of tower lord candidacy by envy and jealousy... that's what I heard."

Her lips twitched up into a grin that shook her shoulders.

"No idea who told you, but... it's a bit exaggerated. The 'tragic prodigy' part is true, though. How much do you know about alchemy?"

"Before that—didn't I just save you from a near-catastrophe? No thanks?"

"I think work and that are separate... Business is business, that was that. I'll prepare fair compensation my way, so give me a moment to think on it."

She hated saying thanks to others, putting on that haughty act instead.

That's her, alright.

Evelyn Howard saw herself as aloof and superior. If a customer didn't appreciate her works, she wouldn't sell and kicked them out without mercy. The goblin couple got treated well because their shocked reactions fed her superiority complex.

I'd been raised as her disciple under this woman. I'd stuck by her side like a sycophant, sweet-talking for lessons, all while preparing to shatter her ego. Then one day, she entered the tower and vanished.

"...I know a bit about alchemy. Can't use magic yet, though."

"Really? Then let's see your skills first. Need to know your level."

Evelyn beckoned me to follow. The familiar room reeking of cinnamon, her pristine lab where she tolerated no stains on walls or tables—how she'd bitched when a single yellow spot appeared on the white tiles.

"Let's start with... the basics. Make a healing potion?"

That sparked a memory.

...A memory buried by the Elixir. Lost ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in old thoughts, I whipped up a basic healing potion.

A cheap one for scrapes—faint regen for about ten minutes, preventing secondary infections. But from an alchemist who'd made pseudo-Elixirs, it maximized the ingredients' properties.

Tsking at the text before me... I'd skipped a few steps since I couldn't use magic yet, capping it at Rare.

I figured it'd be at least Unique.

I'd hoped for limb-reattachment and bone-regrowth effects. Reluctantly, I handed it to Evelyn.

She saw the same popup, eyes widening in rare loss of composure. Her chest ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠heaved with a sharp intake of breath. But her words stayed haughty.

"...Not bad. Pretty usable, even. Looks like you learned the basics well from your teacher?"

"Yeah."

"But I noticed you skipped elemental steps. Can't use magic?"

"I can handle elemental magic, but no mana circle means I can't channel it."

A small smile cracked her icy expression—like spotting something tasty.

"No idea who taught you alchemy, but with manufacturing skills like that and no mana circle... I can guess how pathetic your teacher must've been."

Suppressing a laugh, I shot back.

"What're you saying?"

"They feared your talent. Figured with a mana circle, you'd surpass them in no time... You came to the right place. I can raise you properly."

Without me even asking, she offered what I wanted.

"Before we start work, I'll guide your mana circle first. It'll make things easier going forward."

"So, hired as a worker?"

"Not a worker—I'll take you as my direct disciple."

I feigned joy and surprise.

"Then, should I call you Teacher from now on?"

Déjà vu hit. Another forgotten memory.

"Call me Teacher. Evelyn Teacher. 'Master' is too outdated."

Guiding a mana circle was exhausting for both giver and receiver. It forced open non-existent vessels in the body using the Tower World's abundant mana energy. Geniuses developed bodies that handled magic just from exposure, but most mages like me took this shortcut.

"...Ready?"

"Yes. You?"

"Yeah."

We lightly washed in the prepared herbal bath, then Evelyn began painting the synthesis array on my body. The brush, laden with cool liquid under hot air, sent a ticklish shiver through me. In the mirror, Evelyn was half-naked too—not unlike me. Golden blonde hair, pale skin, etched with glowing arrays. Stripped of all excess.

I'd never seen her as a woman before, like with Isana, but today it was unavoidable. My eyes locked on her jiggling breasts with every arm movement. I swallowed hard at her perky nipples.

She caught my lecherous stare—our eyes met. Her cheeks flushed faintly.

"...Stick this in."

Evelyn handed me a syringe-shaped narcotic painkiller. Right—guiding came with agony. Unbearable without meds.

...But I was hooked on that shit before.

I pushed it away. "Don't need it."

"Feels like a hot poker stirring your brain into a circle. Some pass out from the pain."

"Still no."

"Your call. I won't stop if you cry and beg, so keep it nearby. Might change your mind... Let's start?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. Evelyn pressed her palm to the floor array, infusing mana. Six halo-like mana circles appeared above her head—antennas to commune with the Tower's owner, 'the Tower.' Their number gauged magic power.

The floor array glowed in response. Then the ones on our bodies lit up.

In that instant, a hot iron spike stabbed from my nape's spine.

"Guh!"

Yeah, this sensation. My limbs shook uncontrollably. No erection, just dry, pathetic spurts. The spike churned through my brain...

Wasn't just me—Evelyn's cry came from behind.

"Hng... haht, haah."

Familiar moans, soft sighs, nasal pleasure hums. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠reached for the painkiller nearby but stopped... Didn't want to relapse. Once started, addiction followed.

Just... endure a bit!

The spike pierced my crown, tracing a circle overhead. Like watching a lagging computer's loading bar, the ring formed slowly... then jammed against a wall. It vibrated in my brain, spiking pain.

Stuck?

Turning, I saw Evelyn half-fainted.

She nailed it back then—why pass out now?

Not desperate like my past failure? I'd heard botched guiding turned both into vegetables.

Deep breath. Shaking hands reached up. I gripped the intangible, red-hot spike and forced the circle.

"Ugh—aaargh!"

Bit my lip hard. Blood soaked the floor. The blockage shattered under superhuman will... forming not one circle, but six.

"Haaah!"

Pain faded, refreshment surged. The Thousand-Year Prison—Tower curse trading physical limits for infinite mana—had returned. Certain of it.

Steadying my breath, I looked to Evelyn.

"Kyaaah!"

Her agonized scream. Eyes bloodshot, nails scraping the floor in unbearable torment. Back arched like a bow, breaths ragged. The six circles above her head had shattered like glass, lightless.

Her mana circles broke?

The backlash pain—I knew it. Pre-Thousand-Year Prison, I'd overloaded mine pulling excess mana. A spark in the brain spreading to veins, incinerating from inside.

I endured... Tower-climbing had worn my humanity thin; drugs helped then. But Evelyn?

Leave her like this and...

I jammed the narcotic into her nape. Until it hit her brain, I pulled her into my lap, soothing her thrashing.

"Just hold on a bit."

Her twitching hips calmed quickly... but the real issue lingered.

Breaths shallowed.

Heartbeat weakening. Skin paling... Mana vanishing from her body... Because I forced the circles? Did I steal it?!

In the Tower World, all life held mana. Zero meant death. The Tower's rule.

Couldn't watch my teacher—maybe savior—die.

Broken circles mean potions won't heal. Gotta force it in.

I lifted the collapsed Evelyn onto my lap. My cock sought entry, head shaking up and down until it nudged a slippery hole.

Heaven or hell, a hole rises—cocks don't discriminate.

-Knock, knock.

Instinct sensing her virginity's end, her hips resisted faintly. Feeling her golden pubic hair, I thrust harder.

-Squelch!

My dick plunged relentlessly into her virgin pussy. Her folds sucked greedily like rural kids tasting candy for the first time.

Her body knew: salvation from mana depletion meant creampieing a fellow mage's cock.

-Sluuuurp!

"Hek, hik!"

Skewered like a fish, Evelyn shuddered. Her pussy devoured my cock, absorbing semen and infused mana from my urethra.

...Whatever our bond, nothing beat cock in cunt. Under relief aid pretense, instinct drove my hips.

"Better... than expected."

I ravaged my unconscious teacher.