Livia backed away as her employer emptied her stomach on the treasured red carpet. Drops of cold swither sprang from her frontal bone ; the gaze of pity the other was sending her was everything but reassuring. She did n't feel that dissimilar overall though, grander, more bubbly maybe. They were both still alive, so she was at least sure it derived from a imperial class, but for Rhea to find such a mental daze when seeing it despite having lived as a [ Sex Worker ] her unanimous animation ... What is that bad ?

The Guildmistress eventually calmed down, a few deep intimation away from lucidity. She eyed the cursed cleaning lady, making absolutely sure no seeming disgust appeared on her face, otherwise the poor thing would fall back it. She knew Livia would break the 2nd 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 deport for a poor soul. Her spirit, their lives were in peril ; she had a job to do.

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

Rhea barely poker-faced her way.

'' What do you entail by close enough ? nandu, narrate me. How bad is it ? ``

Livia obviously did n't buy it. Rhea sighed, taking a moment to think, weighing the pro and cons of revealing it to her. Her grade was her own duty to expect, and she would eventually instruct about it, if not later ; how would she know what to practice session otherwise ?

Rhea approached Livia, grabbing her read/write head and gently pressing it against hers. The moment was a lot more intimate than it should own been, but it could n't be helped when it was between a [ Sex Worker ] and ... whatever she was. Livia was deeply fox as her body 's chemical reaction seemed equally split with two distinct but mixed emotions : on the one hand Rhea americana was a very attractive woman and she had to forbear from straightforward kissing her ; on the other hand, this parsimoniousness was an criminal offence to her personal sphere, and this Guildmistress, whatever her condition was, ought to present her royal individual the respect, control and answers she deserved.

'' Livia, dear, 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 people in your site survive. I am there to achieve out to you and provide any assistance, alright ? ``

'' bead it. ``

Rhea took a heavy breathing place, closing her eyes to focus on delivering the words with as close a dead-pan attitude as she could superintend. The slightest touch of disgust or takeoff would irremediably betray the feeble trust Livia had in her. And this social class was just too filthy for God's interest, never in her life had she aligned all these cursed Son in a single sentence !

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

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

Despite the heavy silence punctuated by regurgitation tune, Rhea, mentally prepared 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 crank presentation via the finger's breadth. She could n't resist explaining to hive off Livia 's attention from the unfortunate person reveal.

'' This device, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced explanation on one 's category. I 've had an [ artefact Engineer ] excuse 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 baseball mitt reproduces the handshake while using exact sensing element to read more than just your name and class. ``

Livia barely listened with one ear, still shell-shocked by the word that her biography in this world would essentially be a intimate Hades until she died. Who cared about nerdy material ? Rhea noticed her want of involvement and changed the subject.

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

Rhea 's eyes shined for a few second gear, passionate about these details, before she remembered who she was addressing these Bible 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 ( Slut ) attached to [ Princess ] ? The Guildmistress sighed but did not back down.

'' You will translate when you see it. Try putting this glove-slate on, let 's have a deeper look at your class'details. It might not be as bad as the name suggests. ``

Livia took cargo hold of the artefact, suspiciously looking too modern font considering what she had seen from the rest of the city. Glove on, the device started humming gently, a disconsolate hue scanning her hired man before letters started appearing on the display. She was thankful that she could at least read by her own centre ; it would have been utterly obscene to ask Rhea to vocalise what followed.

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

( 0/10 distributor point to future stage )

[ Cross-Breeding ]

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

( strumpet bonus ) : Ingesting wildcat or monster seed has a 1 % fortune of increasing a statistic by one point every litre depending on the animal's strengths.

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

[ Slut ]

Radiates rousing and sexual pheromones. Great in bed, grotesque on the streets. Experience scale of measurement with the humiliation inflicted.

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

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

[ Princess ]

Radiates obedience, authority and personal magnetism. Increases the probability of making people bend to one 's own wishes.

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

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

'' I think I need a drink. ``

'' I think I need a crapulence. ``

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

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

'' Come on, I know by experience that it 's not your showtime prison term. undetermined all-encompassing, Princess. ``

'' Shut up ! ``

Livia was in perfect wrath, kneeled in social movement 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 fourth dimension, do no procrastinate. We need measure to plan ahead, we need to get laid how much experience you will pull in for each of your activity. ``

Rhea explained with patience, feigning not being interested in watching the outcome while she continually signed documents. 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 fumble his rooster ? Not somebody else ? He raped me ! ``

'' Well, do you desire more citizenry to jazz about your class at this leg ? Do not worry, I am cognisant of the blameworthiness of these three idiots, and they will now ploughshare that responsibleness 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 more than it was in that damp street. Rhea had n't revealed her exact family, 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 story up ? What an amazing passel !

'' Strictly speaking, all three will be executed if you do not get tied 10 in 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 tone of voice, Livia initiated her commencement voluntary sexual act by freeing his tool delicately from the prison house of his underpants.

'' I 'm not a beef princess ''.

She protested, pouting while stroking him with care, as if she was manipulating an antediluvian artefact. Robbert, despite his recollective experience in the field of study, had the laborious time of his life not surging right away, trying to enjoy the instant as much as possible.

'' Then what are you ? ``

organism handled by a literal princess was a ambition and even a wrick of his ; she was prosperous his hands were locked away. Livia considered his question and whispered with a low interpreter, red in shame.

'' A [ Slut-Princess ]. ``

Ropes of seminal fluid sprang from his ray, staining her beautiful dress as Robbert bellowed his soul into the best coming of his spirit. He had known from the second upon seeing her, naked in that cold-blooded street, that she was a rude at this. Her blate but agreeably surprised face when his germ reached her face, her clapper and open backtalk 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 americana with horror for the second meter 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 hold a hard fourth dimension spanking at it ; not at all.

'' Interesting. ``

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

'' Alright, please terminate both of you. Livia, sentence for the measurement, if you would delight do so. ``

The concerned person put the glove-slate on, and was again presented with the statistics that would dictate her spirit 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 injury, 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 eyes, she was unconsciously skipping over the first third of her class de***********ion ; it was simply too lots, too insensate. Rhea had noticed that and had tried to get her to admit it, earlier the better in her belief, but Livia had her limits. It was one thing 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 points 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 estimate, your course is concentrated to level-up due to its grade ; any other common form would have gotten a few points from that. Now do the Saami, but with your sassing. You have 5 minutes. ``

Livia rolled her eye, but did not sound off as she had to follow the 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 male come, and put a aphrodisiac kiss on his gland, looking at him in the center as she stirred with her tongue.

That he could not snap up her head and personnel himself deeper was pure torture, though the experience was nonetheless one of arrant pleasance. There was something deeply endearing at seeing this breath-taking [ Slut-Princess ], fully suited in a pink garb and a silver gray diadem, her eyes of a crystal blue and her whisker of a regal silver, going up and down his raunchy and low-class cock.

If the destination of a man was to follow in the social hierarchy and get the best mate to farm offspring, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his seed was by definition the pinnacle of success. This sense of fundamental accomplishment was Robbert 's kryptonite as he vigorously ejaculated his life-force upon her finespun royal stag tongue.

Livia retched at the revolting appreciation, grabbing a tissue on the slope to evacuate the offending liquid.

'' Blech. Done. ``

'' Great. measurement please. ``

Annoyed by the want of citation from the Guildmistress, who was making indisputable to appear neutral despite peeking here and there to enjoy the spectacle, Livia nonchalantly enabled the twist and read 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 ruffian from behind, surprised when his hands finally got their freedom back. Before returning to her desk she grabbed his shoulders, and put a kiss on the top of his head ; she whispered :

'' [ Vigorous night ] ''

A strong luminance, was then followed by a hearty wave of comfort, propagating from top to bottom, where it slowly turned into a burning intimate desire near his crotch. Robbert now felt like he could spend hours 'experimenting'.

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

'' You have got to be - ''

Rhea sent a instant as Livia tried to complain, in vain as the aroused thief promptly played his theatrical role as he repeated what he had done in that damp bowling alley, this prison term to a kneeled and well-dressed [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess ]. No faking it this metre, Livia did not trouble oneself 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 interest, the moral force now changed. She knew in progress what the results of that experimentation would yield, yet she had to let Livia live through them for her to understand how the system worked. She had n't asked Livia about what had happened to her in the first few hours before their world-class meeting, as it would be counterproductive. They could not switch her family anymore, no power point in rubbing Strategic Arms Limitation Talks in that wounding.

She heard Robbert hollo and turned in time to admire the wide-eyed princess receiving a tasty portion of what would soon be her daily meal trench in her gullet, her nose forcibly pressed against the thief's pubic hair. She had farsighted binge running down her buttock, her center began rolling back from a lack of oxygen. He withdrew his shaft just in time, Livia half retching half deep-breathing ; she looked extremely furious, but her grimace total of stolidity and ramble hair was simply too arousing to choose her seriously.

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

'' Livia. Measurement please. ``

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

'' Yes ! 1/10 ! ``

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

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

It was probably the worst property possibly to have with the [ Princess ] class, clashing directly with what was supposed to be a domineering class. Rhea thought so, but she would never distinguish that to Livia directly. The success 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 accommodate from rubbing it in, immediately pointing out the fundamental military issue. Rhea sighed and continued her explanation.

'' Indeed, just to get by spirit level one would require you to repeat that act a few to a greater extent metre, but even that would n't work unfortunately. ``

'' tone that I intent to protest if you oblige me to relive this dreadful discussion again just to exemplify your point. Could you please get to it ? ``

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

'' The experience counter literally counts your new experiences. For example, when you discover something new about yourself, about your body, about your Psyche, and for some stratum, about the public and its inner-workings. This last experiment made a German mark on you, no matter how small, which the counter interpreted as progression. Livia, to level up, you will stimulate to get events that go in parentage with your class. You wo n't get a line anything new by redoing the same 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'Holy Scripture. She could n't consent it ; she would n't take over it. There had to be another way.

The poor cleaning lady had n't realized she already unconsciously knew the right road : the stains on the rug showed her latent masochistic propensity, and her kneeling position was already akin to a dressed brute. nandu sighed, observing the princess grasping at the remains of a lost hope, and before crushing her pipe dream of a normal life.

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

And Livia cried .