Sorcerer’s Handbook

Shattered Lake Prison, men’s restroom.

The bathroom, spanning tens of square meters, was crammed with over thirty individuals, among whom only seven were Prison Guards. The rest were Death Row Inmates, dressed in the classic black and white striped suits.

“Angus! You better come out… get out! Don’t hog the stall if you’re not going to use it!”

“Amunro! I remember you barely have any Contribution Points left, you dare to offend me like this?”

“Desmond, come on out, think of it as owing you a favor, how about that? Come out!”

Prison Guard Nago clenched his thighs together, slapping the doors of five stalls in rapid succession, but not a single one opened. The inmates beside him burst into snickers and guffaws, their mocking laughter filling Nago with a mix of shame and rage, making him wish he could grind his teeth to dust.

These damned fools, deserving to be fish feed, had occupied every single stall!

“Xarvik, how much longer?”

Another guard, also with his legs squeezed tight and a look of extreme discomfort on his face, activated a Holographic Screen: “13 more minutes. According to the ‘Restroom Usage Standards’, a user cannot occupy a toilet stall for more than 60 minutes. Just hold on for 13 more minutes!”

“Aw, really? A Prison Guard’s gonna wet his pants? That’s so dirty!”

“Shh, shh, shh~”

“That whistle’s not going to cut it. If you want to make someone unable to hold their pee through sound, you need a sharper and more urgent noise to induce tension, causing the bladder to contract and the urge to pee to skyrocket. It’s the same principle as when people wet themselves in dangerous situations. So, we should scrape our nails against a stainless steel mirror, like this!”

The shrill, grating noise echoed through the restroom, causing Nago to instantly straighten up and shuffle toward the urinal. He hadn’t even unbuckled his belt when seven or eight heads surrounded him to watch, and the other guards who tried to come to his aid were blocked by a wall of inmates.

Due to the Restriction, the Death Row Inmates couldn’t touch him, couldn’t attack him, but they had no intention of doing so anyway. They simply watched Nago with the same amusement one might watch a circus performance, fully enjoying the spectacle without violating any rules.

Nago truly didn’t want to unbuckle his pants, but with a hard swallow of pride, he did it in one swift motion!

“Tsck, tsck, tsck.”

“That’s it?”

“Reminds me of what I had as a kid…”

A wave of scornful comments had Nago burning with rage, his stomach practically on fire. Clenching his teeth, he retorted: “You don’t know anything! You bunch of… you bunch of…”

“What bunch of what? C’mon, insult me, Mr. Prison Guard.”

“Put some force into it, speak up! How do you expect to be a guard with such a quiet voice?”

“The Prison Guard’s gonna curse me out, I’m so excited!”

Nago’s face turned beet red with anger, unable to let out even a fart. In the end, he only managed to blurt out: “…Impolite brats!”

“Ah, the guard calls me impolite, I’m so upset, so aggrieved!”

“Impolite, such a dirty word, Nago, how could you say something so harsh!”

“Waaaah, I’m crying! Oh wait, I’m faking it, I’m actually laughing.”

The Death Row Inmates roared with laughter. The other Prison Guards, seeing Nago’s humiliation, felt a pang of empathy, their faces turning just as red with anger, but they dared not rush over to help Nago—they too were on the verge of wetting themselves, and any vigorous movement might lead to an accident.

“Hey Nago, have you plugged it up yet? Why isn’t it coming out?”

A Prisoner had a moment of realization: “Don’t tell me… you’re the type that can’t pee when someone is watching?”

“No way? I’d rather my eyes get inflamed than blink.”

“The test of our gaze has arrived! Nago, you have 10 minutes left, and we’re all here to help you hold it in!”

If it weren’t for the overwhelming urge to pee assaulting his soul, Nago was sure he would have passed out from anger. And just then, the restroom door was violently pushed open!

Smack!

Nago’s expression immediately softened, and his whole body relaxed.

“What are you all doing?” Ashe asked as he saw the large group gathered around the urinal.

“Watching Nago,” the Death Row Inmates replied very obediently.

“Why? Don’t you have one? Tell me if you don’t, and I’ll send you to the women’s restroom… What’s so interesting about watching someone pee? Turn around, all of you. I don’t like people watching me pee!”

The Death Row Inmates and Prison Guards exchanged glances. Someone mustered up the courage to say, “If you could—”

“If I could get you to lick the restroom clean, would you turn around? Fine, I’m going to fetch the ‘Catalog of Sinners’—”

Swoosh!

Everyone turned around in unison, caving to the ‘Demon’ Ashe’s lewd power. Ashe shook his head helplessly as he passed by Nago and patted his shoulder: “No need to thank me, consider it payback for the boots you gave me back then.”

Nago: “…”

Ashe, you really are a—

“Thank you for your help!” Since he hadn’t finished peeing, Nago could only swallow his pride and articulate each word separately.

“Ah, you’re too polite,” Ashe replied as he went to the urinal in the farthest corner to carry out his own small-scale metabolic process. “Are you getting used to living here? Feel free to make any complaints.”

Nago couldn’t hold back any longer: “You lock us up in the restroom and ask if we’re getting used to it?”

“Can’t help it, the restrooms here are the only place allowed for excretion. If I locked you up somewhere else, you’d explode from holding it in without being able to pollute the environment.”

“Personal dormitory—”

“That won’t work. It’s necessary to keep you all confined together, and Prison Guards must stay with the Prisoners. These societal scum might not help me, but they’d definitely enjoy seeing you in trouble and wouldn’t let you mess up my plans.”

Nago said coldly, “Do you think you can escape?”

“Starting to worry about my future, does that mean you’re quite satisfied with the living conditions here?” Ashe said as he put his pants back on. “Well, then I’m leaving.”

“Demon!” A Death Row Inmate immediately rushed over to surround Ashe. “Take me with you! I’m willing to follow your orders!”

“Me too! I’m very good at licking, in all senses of the word!”

“I’m a Two Wings Sorcerer, you could definitely use me, Demon!”

“And me—”

Previously, with no chance or hope, it was one thing, but now, with the sudden prospect of an escape from prison, the suppressed desires deep within the Death Row Inmates ignited like a lit straw, each of them clamoring to join Ashe in a group escape.

Ashe raised his hands to calm everyone: “Stop, stop, I’ve heard your wishes. Rest assured, I will try my best to satisfy them and leave none of you behind—”

The Death Row Inmates’ faces lit up with joy, while the Prison Guards’ expressions grew grim.

“—all of you stay in jail to meet your end!”

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