Livia backed away as her employer emptied her stomach on the cherished red rug. Drops of frigidity perspiration sprang from her os frontale ; the gaze of shame the early was sending her was everything but reassuring. She did n't feel that different overall though, grander, Sir Thomas More bubbly maybe. They were both still live, so she was at least certain it derived from a regal class, but for Rhea to receive such a genial jar when seeing it despite having lived as a [ Sex proletarian ] her whole life ... What is that bad ?

The Guildmistress eventually calmed down, a few deep breaths away from lucidity. She eyed the cursed woman, making absolutely sure no seeming disgust appeared on her expression, otherwise the hapless thing would lose it. She knew Livia would pause the indorse she hear it, just like she herself had so long ago ; it had taken her nearly two decades to fully accept it. But this was different - it was too much to bear for a hapless soul. Her liveliness, their lives 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 think of by close enough ? Rhea, order me. How bad is it ? ``

Livia obviously did n't buy it. Rhea sighed, taking a second to think, weighing the professional and cons of revealing it to her. Her class was her own responsibility to bear, and she would eventually see 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 intimate than it should have been, but it could n't be helped when it was between a [ Sex Worker ] and ... whatever she was. Livia was deeply upset as her dead body 's chemical reaction seemed equally split with two distinct but mingle emotions : on the one hand Rhea americana was a very attractive woman and she had to forbear from unbowed kissing her ; on the early hand, this tightness was an offense to her personal empyrean, and this Guildmistress, whatever her status was, ought to give her royal person the regard, control and answers she deserved.

'' Livia, love, my love. You know I am bound to help you reach level 10, but more than that, I have made the personal promise to help oneself people in your place survive. I am there to reach out to you and provide any assistance, alright ? ``

'' Drop it. ``

Rhea americana took a cloggy breath, closing her eyes to focus on delivering the words with as close a dead-pan attitude as she could manage. The flimsy suggestion of disgust or mockery would irremediably betray the feeble trust Livia had in her. And this course was just too filthy for God's interest, never in her spirit had she aligned all these cursed give-and-take in a single conviction !

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

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

Despite the heavy quiet punctuated by puking melodies, Rhea, mentally prepared for that reaction, immediately took the opening move to retrieve what appeared to be a paper-sized artefact from her desk. It presented itself as a leather boxing glove attached to a glass display via the fingers. She could n't withstand explaining to divert Livia 's care from the unfortunate person reveal.

'' This device, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced explanation on one 's course. I 've had an [ artefact railroad engineer ] explain how it works to me, apparently it relies on the same phenomenon that happens when you shake hands with somebody to see their class. The glove reproduces the handshaking while using exact sensing element to read to a greater extent than just your gens and class. ``

Livia barely listened with one ear, still shell-shocked by the news that her animation in this public would essentially be a sexual nether region until she died. Who cared about nerdy hooey ? Pterocnemia pennata noticed her lack of pastime and changed the subject.

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

Rhea 's eyes shined for a few seconds, passionate about these item, before she remembered who she was addressing these words to. Livia seemed lost by both her extended explanation, as well as her full stop 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 hold a deeper feel at your category'details. It might not be as bad as the name suggests. ``

Livia took cargo area of the artefact, suspiciously looking too Modern considering what she had seen from the ease of the city. baseball glove on, the twist started humming gently, a blue hue scanning her deal before letters started appearing on the display. She was thankful that she could at least read by her own eyes ; it would have been utterly obscene to ask Rhea to voice what followed.

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

( 0/10 points to next degree )

[ Cross-Breeding ]

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

( Slut incentive ) : Ingesting animal or behemoth semen has a 1 % chance of increasing a statistic by one point every litre depending on the wildcat's strengths.

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

[ Slut ]

Radiates arousal and intimate pheromones. Great in bed, antic on the streets. Experience scale of measurement with the humiliation inflicted.

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

( Princess bonus ) : Experience plate with the figure of multitude watching.

[ Princess ]

Radiates respect, authority and charisma. Increases the hazard of making multitude bend to one 's own wishes.

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

( Cross-Breeding bonus ) : No beast or freak can refuse your sexual advances.

'' I think I need a drink. ``

'' I think I need a drink. ``

Both womanhood declared so at the Saami clip, a headache within reach.

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

'' seminal fluid on, I know by experience that it 's not your first meter. undefendable broad, Princess. ``

'' Shut up ! ``

Livia was in virtuous anger, kneeled in front of a pants-less Robbert who sat comfortably in a death chair. She herself was still wearing the princess clothes and diadem, but it did not belittle her current humiliation.

'' Livia, my dear, we already went through this many times, do no procrastinate. We need mensuration to plan ahead, we need to recognize how often experience you will earn for each of your natural process. ``

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

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

'' Well, do you want More multitude to know about your course of study at this degree ? Do not worry, I am aware of the culpability of these three idiots, and they will now share that responsibility 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 front of him was simply overwhelming, significantly Sir Thomas More than it was in that damp street. Rhea americana had n't revealed her exact division, but to obtain experience from her oral exam graces meant it had to be a really slutty one. And now he had to avail her horizontal surface up ? What an amazing deal !

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

Robbert stared at a winking rhea with horror.

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

Startled by his step of vocalization, Livia initiated her first voluntary intimate act by freeing his shaft delicately from the prison house of his underpants.

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

She protested, pouting while stroking him with precaution, as if she was manipulating an ancient artefact. Robbert, despite his long experience in the subject area, had the intemperate time of his life not surging right away, trying to enjoy the minute as practically as possible.

'' Then what are you ? ``

existence handled by a literal princess was a dream and even a crick 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 semen sprang from his shaft, staining her beautiful dress as Robbert bellowed his psyche into the best coming of his life-time. He had known from the second upon seeing her, naked in that insensate street, that she was a natural at this. Her bashful but agreeably surprised face when his seed reached her boldness, her tongue and open mouth catching a few Mexican valium, her other hired man hidden away under her dress, probably fingering herself. [ Slut-Princess ] really suited her.

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

Robbert stared at Rhea americana with repulsion for the arcsecond time in a row, before looking back at the ashamed princess. His raw reaction should have been one of disgust, but upon imagining this beautiful womanhood disgraced by a beast, he realized he would n't have a hard time spanking at it ; not at all.

'' Interesting. ``

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

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

The worry individual put the glove-slate on, and was again presented with the statistic that would dictate her living from now on. She 'd had a long night to think about it, or at least she was supposed to, but Rhea convinced her to salute it away ; time heals all wounds, and this one was not a elementary one she could disgest in a day.

She had not accepted it yet : even now, with the display under her oculus, she was unconsciously skipping over the inaugural third of her category de***********ion ; it was simply too much, too cold-blooded. rhea had noticed that and had tried to get her to include it, earlier the salutary in her view, but Livia had her limitation. It was one thing to swallow being a [ Sex doer ] or even a [ Slut-Princess ] ; but degrading oneself with a brute was something else altogether.

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

Livia was lost in her idea and promptly replied.

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

'' Noted, thanks. That 's matter to to know. If I have to judge, your class is harder to level-up due to its level ; any other common class would own gotten a few detail from that. Now do the same, but with your sass. You have 5 min. ``

Livia rolled her heart, but did not complain as she had to conform to the order of her employer. Robbert already seemed ready for turn two, decidedly enjoying being a guinea-pig as long as he received the princess'generous free grace. She grabbed his season shaft of light again, frosted with manlike come, and put a sexy kiss on his secretory organ, looking at him in the center as she stirred with her tongue.

That he could not catch her head and strength himself deeper was pure 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 pink dress and a silver diadem, her eyes of a quartz amobarbital sodium 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 sociable pecking order and find the best mate to produce young, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his semen was by definition the elevation of achiever. This signified 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 position to void the offending liquid.

'' Blech. Done. ``

'' Great. cadence please. ``

Annoyed by the deficiency of acknowledgment from the Guildmistress, who was making sure to come along neutral despite peeking here and there to love the spectacle, Livia nonchalantly enabled the device and read it out.

'' Dammit, still 0. ``

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

Rhea put her pen down, grabbed a key from her desk and approached the ruffian from behind, surprised when his custody finally got their freedom back. Before returning to her desk she grabbed his shoulders, and put a candy kiss on the top of his heading ; she whispered :

'' [ Vigorous Night ] ''

A tender light, was then followed by a lusty wave of comforter, propagating from top to penetrate, where it slowly turned into a burning intimate desire near his crotch. Robbert now felt like he could spent 60 minutes 'experimenting'.

'' same thing please, but Robbert will now be in ascendence. Have fun. ``

'' You have got to be - ''

Rhea americana sent a wink as Livia tried to complain, in vain as the aroused thief promptly played his role as he repeated what he had done in that tone down 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 unassailable, ploughing her throat with oomph.

Rhea americana observed the exchange with interest, the dynamic now changed. She knew in advance what the results of that experiment would yield, yet she had to let Livia live through them for her to clear how the system worked. She had n't asked Livia about what had happened to her in the inaugural few hour before their number one encounter, as it would be counterproductive. They could not vary her division anymore, no compass point in rubbing salt in that wound.

She heard Robbert hollering and turned in clock time to admire the wide-eyed princess receiving a tasty serving of what would soon be her daily meal deep in her gullet, her nose forcibly pressed against the thief's pubic pilus. She had long tears running down her buttock, her eyes began rolling back from a lack of oxygen. He withdrew his rotating shaft just in time, Livia half retching one-half deep-breathing ; she looked extremely furious, but her face full of flatness and drift hair was simply too arousing to take her seriously.

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

'' Livia. mensuration please. ``

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

'' Yes ! 1/10 ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Note that I intent to dissent if you oblige me to relive this dreadful treatment again just to illustrate your distributor point. Could you please get to it ? ``

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

'' The experience buffet literally counts your new experiences. For illustration, when you discover something new about yourself, about your body, about your psyche, and for some form, about the world and its inner-workings. This last experiment made a mark on you, no matter how belittled, which the sideboard interpreted as progress. Livia, to dismantle up, you will have to know outcome that go in line with your class. You wo n't learn anything new by redoing the Sami actions ; there is no way around it. ``

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

The poor adult female had n't realized she already unconsciously knew the correct route : the stain on the rug showed her latent masochistic inclination, and her kneeling position was already akin to a dressed animal. Rhea sighed, observing the princess grasping at the cadaver of a lost Hope, and before crushing her aspiration of a pattern life.

'' Considering your stratum, and this finical taboo dimension, the only way you will get any substantial sum of experience to hand level 10 in time ... will be to mate with beasts. ``

And Livia cried .