Livia backed away as her employer emptied her abdomen on the cute red rug. Drops of frigidness sudor sprang from her forehead ; the gaze of compassion the other was sending her was everything but reassuring. She did n't feel that different overall though, grander, more bubbly maybe. They were both still alert, so she was at least sealed it derived from a purple class, but for nandu to receive such a mental shock when seeing it despite having lived as a [ Sex Worker ] her hale liveliness ... What is that bad ?

The Guildmistress eventually calmed down, a few deep breathing space away from limpidity. She eyed the anathemize cleaning woman, making absolutely sure no ostensible disgust appeared on her face, otherwise the poor affair would lose it. She knew Livia would intermit the second she hear it, just like she herself had so long ago ; it had taken her nearly two decade to fully have it. But this was unlike - it was too a great deal to turn out for a poor soulfulness. Her life, their lives were in danger ; she had a job to do.

'' Livia, congratulation, you are a [ Princess ], or at to the lowest degree something close enough. ``

Rhea americana barely poker-faced her way.

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

Livia obviously did n't buy it. nandu sighed, taking a moment to recall, weighing the professional and con game of revealing it to her. Her class was her own obligation to stomach, and she would eventually learn about it, if not later ; how would she get laid what to practice otherwise ?

Rhea approached Livia, grabbing her head and gently pressing it against hers. The moment was a lot more intimate than it should birth been, but it could n't be helped when it was between a [ Sex prole ] and ... whatever she was. Livia was deeply confused as her body 's response seemed equally split with two distinct but mixed emotions : on the one hand Rhea was a very attractive woman and she had to refrain from heterosexual person kissing her ; on the former script, this closeness was an umbrage to her personal sphere, and this Guildmistress, whatever her position was, ought to throw her royal person the deference, command and answers she deserved.

'' Livia, honey, my dear. You know I am bound to facilitate you reach flat 10, but more than that, I have made the personal promise to help people in your situation survive. I am there to hand out to you and put up any assistance, alright ? ``

'' Drop it. ``

Rhea took a clayey hint, closing her heart to centre on delivering the countersign with as close a dead-pan attitude as she could manage. The slightest trace of disgust or mockery would irremediably sell the nerveless trust Livia had in her. And this class was just too filthy for God's interest, never in her life had she aligned all these cursed Word of God in a undivided sentence !

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

And it was Livia 's crook to cast her tiffin on the pitiful carpet.

Despite the gravid silence punctuated by disgorgement air, Rhea, mentally prepared for that reaction, immediately took the initiative to retrieve what appeared to be a paper-sized artefact from her desk. It presented itself as a leather baseball mitt attached to a glass showing via the fingers. She could n't resist explaining to amuse Livia 's attention from the unfortunate reveal.

'' This device, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced explanation on one 's course. I 've had an [ artifact engineer ] explain how it works to me, apparently it relies on the Saame phenomenon that happens when you shake hands with soul to see their class. The glove reproduces the handshaking while using precise sensors to read Thomas More than just your figure and class. ``

Livia barely listened with one ear, still shell-shocked by the news that her life sentence in this man would essentially be a sexual hell until she died. Who cared about nerdy stuff ? nandu noticed her lack of stake and changed the subject.

'' Did you know that course have tiers ? usual form are ace with no adjectives or optional de***********ors, like mine. They describe a fussy job with no peculiarities, and are henceforth called tier 1. tier 2 classes have one addition, for example from [ Engineer ] to [ Magical Engineer ]. What makes these tier so important is that there are bonuses added for each addition to the passive skill linked to your main social class, and that 's not all ! Each summation have their own passive science too, with a bonus added from the principal form ! Do you see where I 'm getting at ? ``

Rhea 's eyes shined for a few instant, passionate about these details, before she remembered who she was addressing these word of honor to. Livia seemed lost by both her prolonged explanation, as well as her percentage point in that. What she supposed to be happy about being having ( Cross-Breeding ) and ( Slut ) 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 have a abstruse look at your grade'details. It might not be as bad as the name suggests. ``

Livia took custody of the artefact, suspiciously looking too innovative considering what she had seen from the eternal rest of the urban center. Glove on, the gimmick started humming gently, a blue hue scanning her hand before letters started appearing on the showing. She was thankful that she could at least say by her own eye ; it would throw been absolutely obscene to ask Rhea to voice what followed.

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

( 0/10 points to adjacent level )

[ Cross-Breeding ]

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

( Slut bonus ) : Ingesting wildcat or fiend seed has a 1 % chance of increasing a statistic by one distributor point every litre depending on the beast's strengths.

( Princess fillip ) : Both chance are increased to 100 %.

[ Slut ]

Radiates stimulation and sexual pheromones. Great in bed, howling on the streets. Experience graduated table with the chagrin inflicted.

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

( Princess bonus ) : Experience scales with the routine of multitude watching.

[ Princess ]

Radiates respect, authority and personal magnetism. Increases the chance of making the great unwashed bend to one 's own wishes.

( hussy bonus ) : No one can refuse your sexual advances.

( Cross-Breeding fillip ) : No brute or monster can refuse your sexual advances.

'' I think I need a drink. ``

'' I think I need a drinkable. ``

Both women declared so at the Saami time, a concern within reach.

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

'' Come on, I know by experience that it 's not your first sentence. Open wide, Princess. ``

'' Shut up ! ``

Livia was in stark anger, kneeled in battlefront of a pants-less Robbert who sat comfortably in a chair. She herself was still wearing the princess dress and diadem, but it did not diminish her current humiliation.

'' Livia, my dear, we already went through this many multiplication, do no procrastinate. We need measure to contrive ahead, we need to know how much experience you will earn for each of your actions. ``

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

'' But then why do I need to blow his tool ? Not mortal else ? He raped me ! ``

'' Well, do you want more masses to cognize about your category at this stage ? Do not worry, I am aware of the culpableness of these three moron, and they will now share that duty by helping you. ``

Robbert was visibly annoyed. His hired man were cuffed at the president behind his back, and his desire for the gorgeous female kneeled in front of him was simply sweep over, significantly more than it was in that tone down street. Rhea had n't revealed her exact class, but to receive experience from her viva voce graces meant it had to be a really slutty one. And now he had to help her level up ? What an amazing softwood !

'' Strictly speaking, all three will be executed if you do not get stage 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 voice, Livia initiated her first voluntary sexual act by freeing his shaft delicately from the prison of his underpants.

'' I 'm not a kick princess ''.

She protested, pouting while stroking him with care, as if she was manipulating an ancient artifact. Robbert, despite his long experience in the study, had the toilsome metre of his life-time not surging right away, trying to enjoy the consequence as much as possible.

'' Then what are you ? ``

being handled by a misprint princess was a dream and even a wrick of his ; she was golden his hands were locked away. Livia considered his interrogative and whispered with a low vocalization, red in shame.

'' A [ Slut-Princess ]. ``

roach of semen sprang from his shaft, staining her beautiful dress as Robbert bellowed his individual into the best climax of his life. He had known from the sec upon seeing her, naked in that cold street, that she was a natural at this. Her blate but agreeably surprised face when his seed reached her cheeks, her lingua and clear mouthpiece catching a few Mexican valium, her early bridge player hidden away under her garb, probably fingering herself. [ Slut-Princess ] really suited her.

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

Robbert stared at Rhea with horror for the second time in a row, before looking back at the ashamed princess. His raw response should receive been one of disgust, but upon imagining this beautiful woman disgraced by a savage, he realized he would n't consume a hard sentence spanking at it ; not at all.

'' Interesting. ``

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

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

The concerned person put the glove-slate on, and was again presented with the statistics that would order her life sentence from now on. She 'd had a farsighted Night to remember about it, or at least she was supposed to, but Rhea convinced her to drink it away ; time heals all wounds, and this one was not a simple one she could disgest in a day.

She had not accepted it yet : even now, with the display under her optic, she was unconsciously skipping over the first-class honours degree third of her class de***********ion ; it was simply too practically, too cold-blooded. Rhea had noticed that and had tried to get her to admit it, earlier the better in her opinion, but Livia had her limits. It was one affair to accept being a [ Sex prole ] or even a [ Slut-Princess ] ; but degrading oneself with a creature was something else altogether.

'' So, how many experience points did you get ? ``

Livia was lost in her thoughts and promptly replied.

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

'' Noted, thanks. That 's concern to sleep together. If I have to guess, your family is harder to level-up due to its tier ; any other common stratum would hold gotten a few gunpoint from that. Now do the Saame, but with your mouth. You have 5 minutes. ``

Livia rolled her heart, but did not complain as she had to survey the social club of her employer. Robbert already seemed ready for circle two, decidedly enjoying being a guinea-pig as long as he received the princess'generous Grace. She grabbed his harden quill again, frosted with male cum, and put a sexy candy kiss on his secreter, looking at him in the eye as she stirred with her tongue.

That he could not grab her head and strength himself deeper was double-dyed twisting, though the experience was nonetheless one of staring pleasure. There was something deeply endearing at seeing this breath-taking [ Slut-Princess ], fully suited in a pink frock and a silver grey diadem, her center of a crystal blueing and her pilus of a regal silver medal, going up and down his raunchy and low-class cock.

If the goal of a man was to deliver the goods in the mixer hierarchy and receive the well fellow to bring about offspring, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his seed was by definition the superlative of success. This sense of fundamental accomplishment 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 side to void the offending liquid.

'' Blech. Done. ``

'' Great. bill please. ``

Annoyed by the want of acknowledgment from the Guildmistress, who was making sure to look neutral despite peeking here and there to enjoy the spectacle, Livia nonchalantly enabled the device and record it out.

'' Dammit, still 0. ``

'' Noted, thanks. On to the adjacent experimentation. ``

Rhea put her pen down, grabbed a key from her desk and approached the roughneck from behind, surprised when his bridge player finally got their freedom back. Before returning to her desk she grabbed his shoulder joint, and put a kiss on the top of his chief ; she whispered :

'' [ Vigorous Night ] ''

A ardent luminance, was then followed by a substantial waving of comfort, propagating from top to bottom, where it slowly turned into a burning sexual desire near his private parts. Robbert now felt like he could drop hours 'experimenting'.

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

'' You have got to be - ''

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

Rhea observed the exchange with stake, the dynamic now changed. She knew in advance what the outcome of that experiment would ease up, yet she had to let Livia live through them for her to substantiate how the system of rules worked. She had n't asked Livia about what had happened to her in the first gear few 60 minutes before their foremost face-off, as it would be counterproductive. They could not interchange her socio-economic class anymore, no point in rubbing saltiness in that injury.

She heard Robbert holloa and turned in prison term to admire the wide-eyed princess receiving a tasty service of process of what would soon be her daily meal oceanic abyss in her gorge, her nose forcibly pressed against the thief's pubic hair. She had long bust running down her brass, her eyes began rolling back from a want of atomic number 8. He withdrew his shaft just in time, Livia half retching one-half deep-breathing ; she looked extremely angry, but her face full of languor and stray hair was simply too arousing to rent her seriously.

'' You bastard, did you receive to be so violent ? I could bear died ! ``

'' Livia. mensuration please. ``

Rhea commanded, and the princess could only channel her madness for later. Her crankiness immediately cleared when she saw the results.

'' Yes ! 1/10 ! ``

But she equally turned glowering again when she realized the eventful issue, breathing a sigh of despair. Robbert laughed as he understood as well. Rhea took note of the results and announced her conclusions.

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

It was probably the worst attribute possibly to possess with the [ Princess ] class, clashing directly with what was supposed to be a domineering category. Rhea thought so, but she would never tell that to Livia directly. The success of their contract depended on her to see the shabu as half-filled.

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

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

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

'' Federal Reserve note that I intent to protest if you oblige me to relive this dreadful handling again just to illustrate your detail. Could you please get to it ? ``

Robbert made a auditory sensation of disapproval with his tongue as this specific plan got aborted, Livia staring daggers at him from below, still kneeled between his legs surprisingly. Did she like that fussy position, or was she hiding something ? Pterocnemia pennata pushed this thought away and focused again.

'' The experience retort literally counts your new experiences. For instance, when you discover something new about yourself, about your torso, about your psyche, and for some classes, about the world and its inner-workings. This last experimentation made a mark on you, no matter how pocket-sized, which the counter interpreted as progress. Livia, to take down up, you will hold to know events that go in production line with your class. You wo n't hear anything new by redoing the same actions ; there is no way around it. ``

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

The poor womanhood had n't realized she already unconsciously knew the correct path : the stains on the carpet showed her latent masochistic tendencies, and her kneeling position was already akin to a dressed animal. Rhea sighed, observing the princess grasping at the remains of a lost hope, and before crushing her dreams of a normal life.

'' Considering your social class, and this detail taboo attribute, the only way you will get any significant sum of money of experience to achieve level 10 in time ... will be to mate with beasts. ``

And Livia cried .