Livia backed away as her employer emptied her abdomen on the precious red carpet. fall of cold-blooded sweat sprang from her forehead ; the gaze of pathos the other was sending her was everything but reassuring. She did n't feel that unlike overall though, grander, More bubbly maybe. They were both still alive, so she was at to the lowest degree sealed it derived from a purple class, but for Rhea to incur such a mental shock when seeing it despite having lived as a [ Sex proletarian ] her all life ... What is that bad ?

The Guildmistress eventually calmed down, a few cryptic breathing spell away from limpidity. She eyed the beshrew char, making absolutely sure no apparent disgust appeared on her face, otherwise the pitiable thing would lose it. She knew Livia would break the minute she hear it, just like she herself had so long ago ; it had taken her nearly two decennary to fully admit it. But this was unlike - it was too very much to yield for a poor someone. Her sprightliness, their lives were in danger ; she had a job to do.

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

Rhea barely poker-faced her way.

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

Livia obviously did n't buy it. rhea sighed, taking a moment to call back, weighing the pros and confidence game of revealing it to her. Her class was her own responsibility to digest, and she would eventually learn about it, if not later ; how would she know what to practice otherwise ?

Rhea approached Livia, grabbing her head and gently pressing it against hers. The moment was a lot more confidant than it should give been, but it could n't be helped when it was between a [ Sex Worker ] and ... whatever she was. Livia was deeply confused as her body 's reaction seemed equally split with two distinct but mix emotions : on the one manus Rhea was a very attractive adult female and she had to forbear from straight kissing her ; on the other hand, this closeness was an offense to her personal welkin, and this Guildmistress, whatever her status was, ought to throw her royal stag somebody the obedience, control and solution she deserved.

'' Livia, dearest, my beloved. You know I am bound to aid you reach even 10, but More than that, I have made the personal promise to help people in your office survive. I am there to reach out to you and render any aid, alright ? ``

'' drop-off it. ``

Pterocnemia pennata took a impenetrable breath, closing her eye to focus on delivering the words with as close a dead-pan attitude as she could oversee. The fragile tincture of disgust or charade would irremediably betray the feeble trust Livia had in her. And this class was just too filthy for God's sake, never in her animation had she aligned all these cursed Holy Writ in a single time !

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

And it was Livia 's turn to vomit up her lunch on the short carpet.

Despite the arduous silence punctuated by puking melodies, Rhea, mentally gear up for that reaction, immediately took the initiative to recover what appeared to be a paper-sized artefact from her desk. It presented itself as a leather glove attached to a ice display via the digit. She could n't resist explaining to divert Livia 's attention from the unfortunate person reveal.

'' This device, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced explanation on one 's class. I 've had an [ Artefact engine driver ] explain how it works to me, apparently it relies on the Sami phenomenon that happens when you shake hands with soul to see their class. The glove reproduces the handshake while using precise sensor to record more than just your name and year. ``

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

'' Did you know that form have tiers ? unwashed classes are ones with no adjectives or optional de***********ors, like mine. They describe a particular job with no peculiarities, and are henceforth called tier 1. Tier 2 socio-economic class have one increase, for case from [ Engineer ] to [ Magical Engineer ]. What makes these tier so significant is that there are fillip added for each summation to the passive skill linked to your main family, and that 's not all ! Each plus have their own passive skill too, with a bonus added from the primary 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 words to. Livia seemed lost by both her lengthy explanation, as well as her level 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 suffer a rich look at your stratum'details. It might not be as bad as the name suggests. ``

Livia took hold of the artefact, suspiciously looking too modern considering what she had seen from the rest of the city. boxing glove on, the device started humming gently, a blue hue scanning her script before letter of the alphabet started appearing on the display. She was thankful that she could at least read by her own eye ; it would have been utterly obscene to ask Rhea to sound what followed.

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

( 0/10 points to side by side level )

[ Cross-Breeding ]

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

( fornicatress bonus ) : Ingesting creature or monstrosity seed has a 1 % opportunity of increasing a statistic by one power point every litre depending on the beast's strengths.

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

[ Slut ]

Radiates rousing and sexual pheromones. Great in bed, fantastic on the streets. Experience scales with the mortification inflicted.

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

( Princess incentive ) : Experience scales with the number of mass watching.

[ Princess ]

Radiates deference, agency and charisma. Increases the prospect of making people bend to one 's own wishes.

( slovenly woman incentive ) : No one can refuse your sexual advances.

( Cross-Breeding bonus ) : No wolf or demon can pass up your sexual advances.

'' I think I need a drink. ``

'' I think I need a drink. ``

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

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

'' come on, I know by experience that it 's not your outset time. Open widely, Princess. ``

'' Shut up ! ``

Livia was in pure ira, kneeled in front of a pants-less Robbert who sat comfortably in a chairman. She herself was still wearing the princess attire and diadem, but it did not lessen her current humiliation.

'' Livia, my dear, we already went through this many clock time, do no procrastinate. We need measurements to design ahead, we need to sleep with how much experience you will realize for each of your natural action. ``

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

'' But then why do I need to waste his shaft ? Not somebody else ? He raped me ! ``

'' Well, do you need more people to do it about your class at this phase ? Do not worry, I am aware of the culpability of these three idiots, and they will now ploughshare that obligation by helping you. ``

Robbert was visibly annoyed. His hands were cuffed at the chair behind his back, and his desire for the gorgeous female kneeled in social movement of him was simply overwhelming, significantly Sir Thomas More than it was in that damp street. Rhea had n't revealed her precise class, but to meet experience from her oral exam grace of God meant it had to be a really slutty one. And now he had to avail her level up ? What an astound sight !

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

Robbert stared at a winking Rhea with horror.

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

Startled by his flavor of interpreter, Livia initiated her first voluntary sexual act by freeing his ray delicately from the prison of his underpants.

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

She protested, pouting while stroking him with care, as if she was manipulating an ancient artefact. Robbert, despite his long experience in the field, had the hardest time of his animation not surging right away, trying to bask the moment as practically as possible.

'' Then what are you ? ``

beingness handled by a literal princess was a ambition and even a kink of his ; she was lucky his hands were locked away. Livia considered his interrogation and whispered with a low representative, red in shame.

'' A [ Slut-Princess ]. ``

Ropes of ejaculate sprang from his shot, staining her beautiful dress as Robbert bellowed his soul into the scoop sexual climax of his life. He had known from the second gear upon seeing her, naked in that cold street, that she was a natural at this. Her bashful but agreeably surprised grimace when his seed reached her cheek, her glossa and out-of-doors mouth catching a few Mexican valium, her other hand hidden away under her dress, 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 prison term in a row, before looking back at the ashamed princess. His raw chemical reaction should own been one of disgust, but upon imagining this beautiful charwoman disgraced by a beast, he realized he would n't have a hard prison term spanking at it ; not at all.

'' Interesting. ``

'' What do you stand for 'interesting'? ! ``

'' Alright, please check both of you. Livia, metre for the measurement, if you would please do so. ``

The pertain person put the glove-slate on, and was again presented with the statistics that would dictate her life from now on. She 'd had a long nighttime to believe about it, or at least she was supposed to, but Rhea convinced her to drink it away ; sentence heals all wound, and this one was not a dim-witted one she could disgest in a day.

She had not accepted it yet : even now, with the showing under her centre, she was unconsciously skipping over the low gear third gear of her class de***********ion ; it was simply too a good deal, too cold-blooded. Rhea americana had noticed that and had tried to get her to allow in it, earlier the safe in her opinion, but Livia had her limits. It was one thing to accept being a [ Sex proletarian ] or even a [ Slut-Princess ] ; but degrading oneself with a animate being was something else altogether.

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

Livia was lost in her thoughts and promptly replied.

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

'' Noted, thanks. That 's interesting to know. If I have to guess, your course of instruction is punishing to level-up due to its tier up ; any other vernacular class would induce gotten a few points from that. Now do the Same, but with your backtalk. You have 5 instant. ``

Livia rolled her eyes, but did not complain as she had to travel along the order of her employer. Robbert already seemed quick for circle two, decidedly enjoying being a guinea-pig as long as he received the princess'generous grace of God. She grabbed his hardened shaft again, frosted with Male seed, and put a aphrodisiac kiss on his gland, looking at him in the middle as she stirred with her tongue.

That he could not grab her oral sex and effect himself deeper was pure twisting, though the experience was nonetheless one of thoroughgoing pleasure. There was something deeply endearing at seeing this breath-taking [ Slut-Princess ], fully suited in a pinko dress and a silver diadem, her eyes of a crystal blue and her hair of a royal silver, going up and down his raunchy and low-class cock.

If the destination of a man was to succeed in the social pecking order and incur the best mate to bring on offspring, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his seed was by definition the pinnacle of success. This sense of fundamental acquirement was Robbert 's kryptonite as he vigorously ejaculated his life-force upon her delicate royal stag tongue.

Livia retched at the revolting penchant, grabbing a tissue on the side to evacuate the offending liquid.

'' Blech. Done. ``

'' Great. measure please. ``

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

'' Dammit, still 0. ``

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

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

'' [ Vigorous dark ] ''

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

'' Lapplander thing please, but Robbert will now be in control. Have fun. ``

'' You have got to be - ''

rhea sent a wink as Livia tried to kvetch, in vain as the aroused thief promptly played his function as he repeated what he had done in that moist alley, this time to a kneeled and well-dressed [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess ]. No faking it this meter, Livia did not gravel trying to accommodate him and gagged all she could, trying to defy the violent act, but Robbert was stronger, ploughing her throat with oomph.

Pterocnemia pennata observed the exchange with pastime, the dynamic now changed. She knew in cash advance what the resolution of that experiment would yield, yet she had to let Livia live through them for her to actualise how the system worked. She had n't asked Livia about what had happened to her in the first base few hr before their first encounter, as it would be counterproductive. They could not change her grade anymore, no pointedness in rubbing salt in that combat injury.

She heard Robbert bellowing and turned in time to admire the wide-eyed princess receiving a tasty serving of what would soon be her daily repast deep in her gullet, her nose forcibly pressed against the thief's pubic hair. She had tenacious bust running down her cheek, her centre began rolling back from a lack of atomic number 8. He withdrew his shaft just in clip, Livia half retching half deep-breathing ; she looked extremely raging, but her human face fully of phlegm and rove hair was simply too arousing to direct her seriously.

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

'' Livia. Measurement please. ``

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

'' Yes ! 1/10 ! ``

But she equally turned sourness again when she realized the eventful emergence, breathing a sigh of desperation. Robbert laughed as he understood as well. nandu took line of the final result and announced her conclusions.

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

It was probably the whip attribute possibly to have with the [ Princess ] class, clashing directly with what was supposed to be a domineering stratum. Rhea americana thought so, but she would never tell that to Livia directly. The achiever of their contract depended on her to see the glass as half-filled.

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

Robbert on his side could not hold from rubbing it in, immediately pointing out the underlying yield. rhea sighed and continued her explanation.

'' Indeed, just to get past floor one would expect you to retell that act a few More multiplication, but even that would n't work unfortunately. ``

'' Note that I intent to protest if you oblige me to live over this dreadful discourse again just to illustrate your point. Could you please get to it ? ``

Robbert made a sound of disapproval with his tongue as this special design got aborted, Livia staring obelisk at him from below, still kneeled between his legs surprisingly. Did she like that particular position, or was she hiding something ? rhea pushed this thought away and focused again.

'' The experience tabulator 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 world and its inner-workings. This final stage experimentation made a Saint Mark on you, no matter how small, which the counter interpreted as progress. Livia, to level up, you will have to know events that go in line with your year. You wo n't ascertain anything new by redoing the Lapp actions ; 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 assume it ; she would n't take on it. There had to be another way.

The poor woman had n't realized she already unconsciously knew the discipline route : the stains on the carpet showed her latent masochistic disposition, and her kneeling position was already akin to a dressed animal. Rhea sighed, observing the princess grasping at the stiff of a lost Hope, and before crushing her ambition of a pattern life.

'' Considering your class, and this item taboo attribute, the only way you will get any substantial amount of experience to reach level 10 in sentence ... will be to pair with beasts. ``

And Livia cried .