Livia backed away as her employer emptied her stomach on the valued red carpet. fall of cold sweat sprang from her os frontale ; the gaze of pity the other was sending her was everything but reassuring. She did n't find that different overall though, grander, more bubbly maybe. They were both still active, so she was at least sure it derived from a regal grade, but for Rhea americana to receive such a genial shock when seeing it despite having lived as a [ Sex Worker ] her all 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 unmistakable disgust appeared on her cheek, otherwise the poor thing would turn a loss it. She knew Livia would break the second she hear it, just like she herself had so long ago ; it had taken her nearly two tenner to fully consent it. But this was different - it was too much to bear for a poor mortal. Her lifetime, their life were in risk ; she had a job to do.

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

nandu barely poker-faced her way.

'' What do you think of by close sufficiency ? Rhea, tell me. How bad is it ? ``

Livia obviously did n't buy it. Rhea sighed, taking a moment to intend, weighing the professional and confidence trick of revealing it to her. Her stratum was her own responsibility to bear, and she would eventually check about it, if not later ; how would she live what to exercise otherwise ?

Rhea approached Livia, grabbing her head and gently pressing it against hers. The mo was a lot more than confidant than it should have 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 organic structure 's chemical reaction seemed equally split with two distinct but mixed emotions : on the one script Rhea was a very attractive adult female and she had to refrain from straight kissing her ; on the other hand, this closeness was an offensive activity to her personal firmament, and this Guildmistress, whatever her status was, ought to give her royal someone the respect, ascendance and answers she deserved.

'' Livia, love, my dearest. You know I am bound to facilitate you reach even 10, but to a greater extent than that, I have made the personal hope to facilitate multitude in your post survive. I am there to reach out to you and put up any assist, alright ? ``

'' Drop it. ``

Rhea took a hard breather, closing her middle to focus on delivering the words with as close a dead-pan attitude as she could manage. The flimsy trace of disgust or pasquinade would irremediably grass the feeble trust Livia had in her. And this year was just too filthy for God's rice beer, never in her life history had she aligned all these cursed words in a single sentence !

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

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

Despite the heavy secrecy punctuated by disgorgement melodies, Rhea, mentally prepared for that response, 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 methamphetamine display via the digit. She could n't reject explaining to divert Livia 's aid from the unfortunate reveal.

'' This device, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced explanation on one 's course of study. I 've had an [ Artefact technologist ] explain how it works to me, apparently it relies on the like phenomenon that happens when you shake hands with individual to see their grade. The glove reproduces the handshake while using precise sensors to show more than just your name and course. ``

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 division have tiers ? Common classes are ones with no adjectives or optional de***********ors, like mine. They describe a finicky job with no rarity, and are henceforth called tier up 1. Tier 2 classes have one addition, for instance from [ locomotive engineer ] to [ Magical Engineer ]. What makes these tier up so important is that there are fillip added for each addition to the passive attainment linked to your main class, and that 's not all ! Each accession have their own passive voice skill too, with a bonus added from the main class ! Do you see where I 'm getting at ? ``

Pterocnemia pennata 's center 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 account, as well as her degree in that. What she supposed to be happy about being having ( Cross-Breeding ) and ( adulteress ) 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 cryptical look at your class'details. It might not be as bad as the figure suggests. ``

Livia took cargo hold of the artefact, suspiciously looking too modern considering what she had seen from the eternal rest of the city. Glove on, the device started humming gently, a puritanical hue scanning her paw before letter of the alphabet started appearing on the display. She was thankful that she could at least study by her own middle ; it would have been utterly obscene to ask Rhea to voice what followed.

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

( 0/10 points to succeeding level )

[ Cross-Breeding ]

Allows to reproduce with wolf and teras. Has a 1 % chance of learning one of the breeder 's accomplishment during maternity. A science can not be learned twice.

( hussy bonus ) : Ingesting beast or monster semen has a 1 % hazard of increasing a statistic by one point every litre depending on the animal's strengths.

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

[ Slut ]

Radiates foreplay and sexual pheromones. Great in bed, marvelous on the streets. Experience scale of measurement with the chagrin inflicted.

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

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

[ Princess ]

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

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

( Cross-Breeding bonus ) : No animate being or monster can refuse your sexual advances.

'' I think I need a drink. ``

'' I think I need a drink. ``

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

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

'' come on, I know by experience that it 's not your first time. out-of-doors all-embracing, Princess. ``

'' Shut up ! ``

Livia was in saturated wrath, kneeled in front 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 clip, do no procrastinate. We need mensuration to design ahead, we need to know how a great deal experience you will make for each of your actions. ``

Rhea explained with forbearance, feigning not being interested in watching the event 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 blow his turncock ? Not somebody else ? He raped me ! ``

'' wellspring, do you need Thomas More people to be intimate about your class at this degree ? Do not worry, I am cognizant of the culpability of these three idiots, and they will now share that duty by helping you. ``

Robbert was visibly annoyed. His hands were cuffed at the chair behind his rachis, and his desire for the gorgeous female kneeled in movement of him was simply submerge, significantly more than it was in that moist street. Rhea had n't revealed her precise class, but to get experience from her oral saving grace meant it had to be a really slutty one. And now he had to help her tier up ? What an amazing sight !

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

Robbert stared at a winking Pterocnemia pennata with horror.

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

Startled by his tone of vox, Livia initiated her kickoff voluntary sexual act by freeing his pecker delicately from the prison of his underpants.

'' I 'm not a squawk princess ''.

She protested, pouting while stroking him with concern, as if she was manipulating an ancient artifact. Robbert, despite his hanker experience in the field, had the hardest clip of his life not surging right away, trying to enjoy the moment as a good deal as possible.

'' Then what are you ? ``

existence handled by a literal princess was a dreaming and even a twirl of his ; she was lucky his hands were locked away. Livia considered his enquiry and whispered with a low voice, red in shame.

'' A [ Slut-Princess ]. ``

forget me drug of semen sprang from his shaft, staining her beautiful attire as Robbert bellowed his individual into the outflank climax of his lifespan. He had known from the second upon seeing her, naked in that inhuman street, that she was a raw at this. Her bashful but agreeably surprised face when his seed reached her brass, her tongue and open mouth catching a few roofy, 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 time in a row, before looking back at the ashamed princess. His raw reaction should take in been one of disgust, but upon imagining this beautiful adult female disgraced by a animate being, he realized he would n't let a hard time spanking at it ; not at all.

'' Interesting. ``

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

'' Alright, please quit both of you. Livia, sentence for the measure, if you would please do so. ``

The concerned person put the glove-slate on, and was again presented with the statistics that would order her life from now on. She 'd had a tenacious Night to think about it, or at to the lowest degree she was supposed to, but Rhea convinced her to salute it away ; meter 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 heart, she was unconsciously skipping over the for the first time third of her category de***********ion ; it was simply too much, too inhuman. nandu had noticed that and had tried to get her to hold it, earlier the skillful in her persuasion, but Livia had her limits. It was one thing to accept being a [ Sex worker ] or even a [ Slut-Princess ] ; but degrading oneself with a wildcat was something else altogether.

'' So, how many experience stage 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 make out. If I have to guess, your family is grueling to level-up due to its level ; any early common social class would have gotten a few spot from that. Now do the same, but with your oral cavity. You have 5 minutes. ``

Livia rolled her eyes, but did not quetch as she had to follow the order of her employer. Robbert already seemed set up for round two, decidedly enjoying being a guinea-pig as long as he received the princess'generous good will. She grabbed his hardened shaft again, frosted with virile germ, and put a sexy kiss on his gland, looking at him in the eyes as she stirred with her tongue.

That he could not grab her head and force himself cryptic was double-dyed torment, 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 garb and a atomic number 47 diadem, her optic of a watch crystal amobarbital sodium and her hair's-breadth 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 hierarchy and obtain the best first mate to produce progeny, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his seed was by definition the acme of success. This sentiency of central accomplishment was Robbert 's kryptonite as he vigorously ejaculated his life-force upon her frail royal tongue.

Livia retched at the revolting gustatory sensation, grabbing a tissue paper on the side of meat to evacuate the offending liquid.

'' Blech. Done. ``

'' Great. Measure please. ``

Annoyed by the lack of acknowledgement from the Guildmistress, who was making sure to come out achromatic despite peeking here and there to enjoy the spectacle, Livia nonchalantly enabled the twist and register it out.

'' Dammit, still 0. ``

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

Rhea americana put her pen down, grabbed a key from her desk and approached the yobo from behind, surprised when his mitt finally got their exemption back. Before returning to her desk she grabbed his shoulders, and put a osculation on the top of his head ; she whispered :

'' [ Vigorous Night ] ''

A warm twinkle, was then followed by a lusty moving ridge of comfort, propagating from top to bottom, where it slowly turned into a burning sexual desire near his crotch. Robbert now felt like he could pass minute 'experimenting'.

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

'' You have got to be - ''

Rhea sent a nictitation as Livia tried to plain, in vain as the aroused stealer promptly played his character as he repeated what he had done in that damp alley, this time to a kneeled and well-groomed [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess ]. No faking it this time, Livia did not nark trying to accommodate him and gagged all she could, trying to resist the violent act, but Robbert was warm, ploughing her throat with oomph.

nandu observed the interchange with interest, the dynamic now changed. She knew in forward motion what the resolution of that experiment would yield, yet she had to let Livia hold up through them for her to take in how the system worked. She had n't asked Livia about what had happened to her in the outset few time of day before their first encounter, as it would be counterproductive. They could not vary her class anymore, no head in rubbing Strategic Arms Limitation Talks in that combat injury.

She heard Robbert bellowing and turned in meter to admire the round-eyed princess receiving a tasty serving of what would soon be her day-by-day repast deep in her gullet, her nose forcibly pressed against the thief's pubic hair. She had long weeping running down her boldness, her eyes began rolling back from a lack of oxygen. He withdrew his ray just in clock time, Livia one-half retching half deep-breathing ; she looked extremely angry, but her face full of phlegm and rove hair was simply too arousing to admit her seriously.

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

'' Livia. Measurement please. ``

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

'' Yes ! 1/10 ! ``

But she equally turned sour 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 turn are inflicted upon you, outside of your control. ``

It was probably the worst attribute possibly to have with the [ Princess ] social class, clashing directly with what was supposed to be a tyrannise class. Rhea thought so, but she would never enjoin that to Livia directly. The winner of their contract depended on her to see the chalk as half-filled.

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

Robbert on his slope could not maintain from rubbing it in, immediately pointing out the fundamental upshot. rhea sighed and continued her explanation.

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

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

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

'' The experience retort literally counts your new experiences. For representative, when you discover something new about yourself, about your body, about your psyche, and for some classes, about the world and its inner-workings. This shoemaker's last experimentation made a mark on you, no subject how pocket-size, which the counter interpreted as progress. Livia, to even up, you will have to experience events that go in crinkle with your grade. You wo n't learn anything new by redoing the same legal action ; 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'speech. She could n't accept it ; she would n't accept it. There had to be another way.

The pathetic woman had n't realized she already unconsciously knew the correct path : the blot on the carpet showed her latent masochistic disposition, and her kneeling position was already akin to a dressed creature. Rhea sighed, observing the princess grasping at the clay of a lost hope, and before crushing her dreams of a normal life.

'' Considering your class, and this special taboo attribute, the only way you will get any substantial amount of experience to progress to level 10 in time ... will be to copulate with beasts. ``

And Livia cried .