Livia backed away as her employer emptied her stomach on the wanted red rug. Drops of cold sweat sprang from her forehead ; the gaze of pathos the other was sending her was everything but reassuring. She did n't finger that different boilers suit though, grander, to a greater extent bubbly maybe. They were both still alive, so she was at to the lowest degree certain it derived from a regal socio-economic class, but for Rhea to receive such a mental electric shock when seeing it despite having lived as a [ Sex doer ] her whole life ... What is that bad ?

The Guildmistress eventually calmed down, a few rich breaths away from pellucidity. She eyed the cursed womanhood, making absolutely certainly no apparent disgust appeared on her face, otherwise the miserable thing would drop off it. She knew Livia would break the indorse she hear it, just like she herself had so long ago ; it had taken her nearly two X to fully accept it. But this was dissimilar - it was too a great deal to conduct for a poor someone. Her life history, their liveliness were in danger ; she had a job to do.

'' Livia, kudos, you are a [ Princess ], or at least something close enough. ``

Rhea barely poker-faced her way.

'' What do you have in mind by close enough ? Rhea, tell me. How bad is it ? ``

Livia obviously did n't buy it. Rhea sighed, taking a moment to recollect, weighing the pros and cons of revealing it to her. Her class was her own obligation to bear, and she would eventually learn about it, if not later ; how would she know what to exercise otherwise ?

nandu approached Livia, grabbing her head and gently pressing it against hers. The moment was a lot more intimate than it should induce been, but it could n't be helped when it was between a [ Sex Worker ] and ... whatever she was. Livia was deeply broken as her body 's reaction seemed equally split with two distinct but mixed emotions : on the one hired man Pterocnemia pennata was a very attractive woman and she had to refrain from straight kissing her ; on the other hand, this closeness was an offensive to her personal orbit, and this Guildmistress, whatever her status was, ought to grant her royal person the deference, control and answers she deserved.

'' Livia, honey, my dear. You know I am bound to help you reach level 10, but more than that, I have made the personal promise to help mass in your situation survive. I am there to touch out to you and allow for any assistance, alright ? ``

'' drib it. ``

Rhea took a heavy breathing space, closing her eye to concenter on delivering the words with as close a dead-pan attitude as she could cope. The slightest trace of disgust or mockery would irremediably denounce the feeble confidence Livia had in her. And this class was just too foul for God's sake, never in her life had she aligned all these cursed words in a single sentence !

'' Livia, you are a [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess ] ''.

And it was Livia 's turn to barf her lunch on the poor carpet.

Despite the heavy secretiveness punctuated by regurgitation melodies, rhea, mentally machinate for that chemical reaction, immediately took the go-ahead to call back what appeared to be a paper-sized artefact from her desk. It presented itself as a leather boxing glove attached to a field glass display via the finger. She could n't hold out explaining to divert Livia 's attention from the unfortunate reveal.

'' This gimmick, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced account on one 's class. I 've had an [ artefact railroad engineer ] explicate how it works to me, apparently it relies on the Same phenomenon that happens when you shake hands with someone to see their class. The glove reproduces the handshaking while using precise sensors to read more than than just your name and class. ``

Livia barely listened with one ear, still shell-shocked by the newsworthiness that her life in this Earth would essentially be a sexual sin until she died. Who cared about nerdy stuff and nonsense ? Rhea noticed her lack of interest and changed the subject.

'' Did you know that classes have tiers ? unwashed stratum are ace with no adjectives or optional de***********ors, like mine. They describe a particular job with no peculiarities, and are henceforth called tier 1. level 2 classes have one addition, for instance from [ Engineer ] to [ Magical Engineer ]. What makes these tier up so significant is that there are fillip added for each addition to the passive acquisition linked to your main class, and that 's not all ! Each add-on have their own passive acquirement too, with a bonus added from the principal class ! Do you see where I 'm getting at ? ``

Rhea 's eyes shined for a few seconds, passionate about these details, before she remembered who she was addressing these quarrel to. Livia seemed lost by both her lengthy explanation, as well as her point in that. What she supposed to be happy about being having ( Cross-Breeding ) and ( slovenly woman ) attached to [ Princess ] ? The Guildmistress sighed but did not back down.

'' You will understand when you see it. Try putting this glove-slate on, let 's give a deep looking at at your class'particular. It might not be as bad as the gens suggests. ``

Livia took grasp of the artifact, suspiciously looking too modern considering what she had seen from the rest of the city. Glove on, the gimmick started humming gently, a blue hue scanning her hand before letters started appearing on the display. She was grateful that she could at least read by her own eyes ; it would have been utterly obscene to ask nandu to sound what followed.

~ Livia Kenneth Bancroft Clark, [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess, 1 ]

( 0/10 level to next level )

[ Cross-Breeding ]

Allows to procreate with beasts and monsters. Has a 1 % chance of learning one of the stock breeder 's skill during gestation. A acquisition can not be learned twice.

( Slut bonus ) : Ingesting beast or monster seed has a 1 % chance of increasing a statistic by one gunpoint every cubic decimeter depending on the brute's strengths.

( Princess bonus ) : Both chances are increased to 100 %.

[ loose woman ]

Radiates arousal and sexual pheromones. Great in bed, wondrous on the streets. Experience scales with the humiliation inflicted.

( Cross-Breeding bonus ) : Experience scales with the lowness of the beast.

( Princess bonus ) : Experience ordered series with the number of people watching.

[ Princess ]

Radiates respectfulness, sanction and charisma. Increases the opportunity of making people bend to one 's own wishes.

( Slut bonus ) : No one can reject your sexual advances.

( Cross-Breeding bonus ) : No beast or colossus can pass up your intimate advances.

'' I think I need a crapulence. ``

'' I think I need a drink. ``

Both fair sex declared so at the same time, a headache within reach.

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'' What do you mean by 'experiment'Rhea ? This is obscene ! ``

'' semen on, I know by experience that it 's not your for the first time time. Open extensive, Princess. ``

'' Shut up ! ``

Livia was in pure angriness, kneeled in front of a pants-less Robbert who sat comfortably in a chair. She herself was still wearing the princess clothes and crown, but it did not diminish her current humiliation.

'' Livia, my dear, we already went through this many times, do no procrastinate. We need mensuration to be after ahead, we need to know how much experience you will clear for each of your natural action. ``

Pterocnemia pennata explained with longanimity, feigning not being interested in watching the event while she continually signed documents. They had cleaned her berth, the beautiful red carpet unfortunately replaced with another one while it was being restored.

'' But then why do I need to fumble his turncock ? Not someone else ? He raped me ! ``

'' Well, do you need Thomas More people to experience about your class at this stage ? Do not worry, I am aware of the culpability of these three idiots, and they will now share that province by helping you. ``

Robbert was visibly annoyed. His work force were cuffed at the chairman behind his back, and his desire for the gorgeous female kneeled in front of him was simply overpowering, significantly more than it was in that damp street. Rhea had n't revealed her precise class, but to receive experience from her oral seemliness meant it had to be a really slutty one. And now he had to help her tier up ? What an amazing deal !

'' Strictly speaking, all three will be executed if you do not get level 10 in time. This way we are all in the same boat. ``

Robbert stared at a winking Rhea with horror.

'' Come on Bitch-Princess, will you start already ? ``

Startled by his tone of spokesperson, Livia initiated her first volunteer sexual act by freeing his shaft delicately from the prison of his underpants.

'' I 'm not a bitch princess ''.

She protested, pouting while stroking him with caution, as if she was manipulating an ancient artefact. Robbert, despite his long experience in the field, had the heavily time of his living not surging right away, trying to enjoy the moment as much as possible.

'' Then what are you ? ``

beingness handled by a literal princess was a dream and even a rick of his ; she was lucky his hands were locked away. Livia considered his question and whispered with a low voice, red in shame.

'' A [ Slut-Princess ]. ``

Ropes of ejaculate sprang from his beam, staining her beautiful frock as Robbert bellowed his soul into the best orgasm of his life. He had known from the minute upon seeing her, naked in that cold street, that she was a raw at this. Her blate but agreeably surprised font when his seed reached her face, her knife and open oral cavity catching a few rope, her other hand hidden away under her garb, probably fingering herself. [ Slut-Princess ] really suited her.

'' A [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess ] to be accurate. ``

Robbert stared at Rhea with repugnance for the back prison term in a row, before looking back at the ashamed princess. His raw reaction should have been one of disgust, but upon imagining this beautiful woman disgraced by a beast, he realized he would n't induce a arduous meter spanking at it ; not at all.

'' Interesting. ``

'' What do you mean 'interesting'? ! ``

'' Alright, please block up both of you. Livia, time for the measure, if you would please do so. ``

The concerned mortal put the glove-slate on, and was again presented with the statistics that would prescribe her life from now on. She 'd had a long Night to think about it, or at to the lowest degree she was supposed to, but Rhea convinced her to drink it away ; time heals all wounds, and this one was not a round-eyed one she could disgest in a day.

She had not accepted it yet : even now, with the presentation under her centre, she was unconsciously skipping over the first third of her grade de***********ion ; it was simply too often, too inhuman. Rhea had noticed that and had tried to get her to acknowledge it, earlier the punter in her opinion, but Livia had her limits. It was one affair to accept being a [ Sex doer ] or even a [ Slut-Princess ] ; but degrading oneself with a beast was something else altogether.

'' So, how many experience percentage point did you get ? ``

Livia was lost in her thoughts and promptly replied.

'' No change, it 's still at 0. ``

'' Noted, thanks. That 's interesting to know. If I have to infer, your stratum is harder to level-up due to its tier ; any other park class would own gotten a few stage from that. Now do the same, but with your mouth. You have 5 minutes. ``

Livia rolled her eyes, but did not kick as she had to follow the monastic order of her employer. Robbert already seemed make for round two, decidedly enjoying being a guinea-pig as long as he received the princess'generous graces. She grabbed his hardened shaft again, frosted with manly seed, and put a aphrodisiacal kiss on his gland, looking at him in the middle as she stirred with her tongue.

That he could not seize her oral sex and forcefulness himself deeper was virtuous torture, though the experience was nonetheless one of pure pleasure. There was something deeply endearing at seeing this breath-taking [ Slut-Princess ], fully suited in a pinko dress and a silver gray diadem, her optic of a lechatelierite Amytal and her hair of a regal silver, going up and down his raunchy and low-class cock.

If the goal of a man was to succeed in the social power structure and obtain the best married person to produce offspring, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his source was by definition the tiptop of success. This good sense of central acquirement was Robbert 's kryptonite as he vigorously ejaculated his life-force upon her delicate royal tongue.

Livia retched at the revolting taste, grabbing a tissue on the position to evacuate the offending liquid.

'' Blech. Done. ``

'' Great. meter please. ``

Annoyed by the lack of acknowledgment from the Guildmistress, who was making certainly to look electroneutral despite peeking here and there to bask the spectacle, Livia nonchalantly enabled the device and understand it out.

'' Dammit, still 0. ``

'' Noted, thanks. On to the next experiment. ``

Rhea put her pen down, grabbed a key from her desk and approached the roughneck from behind, surprised when his hands finally got their freedom back. Before returning to her desk she grabbed his articulatio humeri, and put a buss on the top of his head ; she whispered :

'' [ Vigorous dark ] ''

A affectionate light, was then followed by a hearty waving of puff, propagating from top to bottom, where it slowly turned into a burning intimate desire near his crotch. Robbert now felt like he could spent hours 'experimenting'.

'' Same thing please, but Robbert will now be in controller. Have fun. ``

'' You have got to be - ''

Rhea americana sent a wink as Livia tried to complain, in vain as the awaken thief promptly played his role as he repeated what he had done in that dampen alley, this time to a kneeled and well-dressed [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess ]. No faking it this time, Livia did not bother trying to accommodate him and gagged all she could, trying to resist the violent act, but Robbert was stronger, ploughing her pharynx with oomph.

Rhea observed the exchange with stake, the dynamic now changed. She knew in advance what the event of that experiment would generate, yet she had to let Livia endure through them for her to recognize how the system worked. She had n't asked Livia about what had happened to her in the first few hours before their first encounter, as it would be counterproductive. They could not switch her class anymore, no pointedness in rubbing Strategic Arms Limitation Talks in that wound.

She heard Robbert bellowing and turned in meter to admire the wide-eyed princess receiving a tasty helping of what would soon be her day by day meal deep in her oesophagus, her nozzle forcibly pressed against the thief's pubic hair. She had long tears running down her cheeks, her eyes began rolling back from a deficiency of oxygen. He withdrew his ray just in time, Livia one-half retching half deep-breathing ; she looked extremely angry, but her typeface full of phlegm and stray hair was simply too arousing to pick out her seriously.

'' You bastard, did you have to be so wild ? I could accept died ! ``

'' Livia. measure please. ``

Rhea commanded, and the princess could only impart her rage for later. Her grumpiness immediately cleared when she saw the results.

'' Yes ! 1/10 ! ``

But she equally turned acidulate again when she realized the consequential issuing, breathing a sigh of despair. Robbert laughed as he understood as well. Rhea took tone of the results and announced her conclusions.

'' A priori, the ( Slut ) attribute seems to constraint you to only get experience when intimate acts are inflicted upon you, outside of your ascendancy. ``

It was probably the big dimension possibly to let with the [ Princess ] socio-economic class, clashing directly with what was supposed to be a domineer category. Pterocnemia pennata thought so, but she would never separate that to Livia directly. The winner of their declaration depended on her to see the glass as half-filled.

'' I should manoeuver out that 1 point is not a lot. ``

Robbert on his slope could not withstand from rubbing it in, immediately pointing out the underlying issue. Rhea sighed and continued her explanation.

'' Indeed, just to get past floor one would command you to repeat that act a few more multiplication, but even that would n't act upon unfortunately. ``

'' Note that I intent to dissent if you oblige me to relive this awful handling again just to exemplify your point. Could you please get to it ? ``

Robbert made a sound of dislike with his lingua as this particular plan got aborted, Livia staring obelisk at him from below, still kneeled between his branch surprisingly. Did she like that particular position, or was she hiding something ? Rhea pushed this thought away and focused again.

'' The experience counter literally counts your new experiences. For instance, when you discover something new about yourself, about your body, about your mind, and for some classes, about the existence and its inner-workings. This last experimentation made a sucker on you, no thing how small, which the counter interpreted as procession. Livia, to take down up, you will have to have consequence that go in line with your class. You wo n't determine anything new by redoing the Saami activeness ; there is no way around it. ``

Livia stared blankly at the bookshelves on the side, trying to distract her from thinking too deeply at the Guildmistress'words. She could n't accept it ; she would n't accept it. There had to be another way.

The misfortunate cleaning lady had n't realized she already unconsciously knew the correct itinerary : the grunge on the carpet showed her latent masochistic propensity, and her kneel post was already akin to a dressed animal. Rhea sighed, observing the princess grasping at the remains of a lost hope, and before crushing her dream of a normal life.

'' Considering your class, and this particular taboo dimension, the sole way you will get any important amount of experience to reach level 10 in prison term ... will be to pair with beasts. ``

And Livia cried .