Livia backed away as her employer emptied her stomach on the preciously red carpet. Drops of frigid travail sprang from her brow ; the gaze of pity the other was sending her was everything but reassuring. She did n't feel that different boilersuit though, grander, more bubbly maybe. They were both still active, so she was at least sealed it derived from a regal class, but for Rhea to receive such a mental shock when seeing it despite having lived as a [ Sex worker ] her unharmed life ... What is that bad ?

The Guildmistress eventually calmed down, a few deep breaths away from lucidity. She eyed the doomed woman, making absolutely certainly no evident disgust appeared on her face, otherwise the poor matter would turn a loss it. She knew Livia would let on the second 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 dissimilar - it was too practically to brook for a inadequate individual. Her life, their lives were in danger ; she had a job to do.

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

Rhea barely poker-faced her way.

'' What do you have in mind by close enough ? Rhea, secernate me. How bad is it ? ``

Livia obviously did n't buy it. Rhea sighed, taking a import to think, weighing the pro and cons of revealing it to her. Her year was her own obligation to bear, and she would eventually get word about it, if not later ; how would she roll in the hay what to practice session otherwise ?

Rhea approached Livia, grabbing her head and gently pressing it against hers. The import was a lot more intimate than it should have been, but it could n't be helped when it was between a [ Sex actor ] and ... whatever she was. Livia was deeply disoriented as her body 's reaction seemed equally split with two distinct but interracial emotions : on the one handwriting rhea was a very attractive adult female and she had to refrain from direct kissing her ; on the former hand, this closeness was an offense to her personal sphere, and this Guildmistress, whatever her status was, ought to hand her royal somebody the obedience, control and answers she deserved.

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

'' drop-off it. ``

Rhea took a large breathing time, closing her centre to rivet on delivering the words with as close a dead-pan mental attitude as she could manage. The slightest trace of disgust or scoffing would irremediably sell the feeble trust Livia had in her. And this class was just too filthy for God's sake, never in her liveliness had she aligned all these cursed words in a undivided sentence !

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

And it was Livia 's turn to upchuck her lunch on the pathetic carpet.

Despite the punishing secretiveness punctuated by regurgitation melodies, Rhea americana, mentally develop 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 glove attached to a glass show via the fingerbreadth. She could n't stand explaining to disport Livia 's attention from the unfortunate reveal.

'' This twist, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced account on one 's socio-economic class. I 've had an [ Artefact Engineer ] explicate how it works to me, apparently it relies on the same phenomenon that happens when you shake work force with someone to see their class. The glove reproduces the handshake while using exact sensors to translate to a greater extent than just your name and class. ``

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

'' Did you know that family have tiers ? green class are one with no adjectives or optional de***********ors, like mine. They describe a especial job with no specialty, and are henceforth called tier 1. level 2 grade have one addition, for illustration from [ locomotive engineer ] to [ Magical Engineer ]. What makes these tiers so important is that there are bonuses added for each add-on to the passive skill linked to your primary class, and that 's not all ! Each addition have their own passive acquisition too, with a incentive added from the chief class ! Do you see where I 'm getting at ? ``

rhea 's heart shined for a few seconds, passionate about these details, before she remembered who she was addressing these watchword 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 understand when you see it. Try putting this glove-slate on, let 's have a profoundly tone at your class'inside information. It might not be as bad as the public figure suggests. ``

Livia took storage area of the artefact, suspiciously looking too modern considering what she had seen from the rest of the urban center. Glove on, the twist started humming gently, a blue hue scanning her script before letters started appearing on the display. She was thankful that she could at least read by her own centre ; it would induce been utterly obscene to ask Rhea to voice what followed.

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

( 0/10 tip to following level )

[ Cross-Breeding ]

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

( jade bonus ) : Ingesting animate being or monster seed has a 1 % prospect of increasing a statistic by one pointedness every litre depending on the beast's strengths.

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

[ slattern ]

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

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

( Princess fillip ) : Experience scales with the identification number of multitude watching.

[ Princess ]

Radiates respect, authority and personal appeal. Increases the chance of making citizenry bend to one 's own wishes.

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

( Cross-Breeding incentive ) : No beast or monster can refuse your sexual advances.

'' I think I need a beverage. ``

'' I think I need a drink. ``

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

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

'' Come on, I know by experience that it 's not your first of all meter. Open across-the-board, Princess. ``

'' Shut up ! ``

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

'' Livia, my earnest, we already went through this many times, do no procrastinate. We need measurements to plan ahead, we need to screw how much experience you will earn for each of your activity. ``

Rhea explained with patience, feigning not being interested in watching the result 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 peter ? Not someone else ? He raped me ! ``

'' Well, do you want more masses to know about your course at this stage ? Do not care, I am aware of the culpability of these three idiots, and they will now share that obligation by helping you. ``

Robbert was visibly annoyed. His hands were cuffed at the hot seat behind his backrest, and his desire for the gorgeous female kneeled in front of him was simply overpower, significantly more than it was in that deaden street. nandu had n't revealed her precise class, but to receive experience from her oral gracility meant it had to be a really slutty one. And now he had to help her layer up ? What an baffle deal !

'' Strictly speaking, all three will be executed if you do not get level 10 in clip. 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 of vox, Livia initiated her starting time military volunteer intimate act by freeing his irradiation 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 artifact. Robbert, despite his long experience in the field, had the hardest time of his liveliness not surging right away, trying to enjoy the moment as a lot as possible.

'' Then what are you ? ``

Being handled by a literal princess was a dream and even a kink of his ; she was lucky his mitt were locked away. Livia considered his question and whispered with a low representative, red in shame.

'' A [ Slut-Princess ]. ``

Ropes of semen sprang from his dig, staining her beautiful dress as Robbert bellowed his soul into the Best orgasm of his life. He had known from the secondly upon seeing her, naked in that frigid street, that she was a raw at this. Her bashful but agreeably surprised grimace when his seed reached her buttock, her knife and open mouthpiece catching a few ropes, her early deal 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 metre in a row, before looking back at the ashamed princess. His raw reaction should have been one of disgust, but upon imagining this beautiful charwoman 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 over both of you. Livia, time for the mensuration, if you would please do so. ``

The concerned person put the glove-slate on, and was again presented with the statistics that would dictate her liveliness from now on. She 'd had a long nighttime to conceive about it, or at least she was supposed to, but Rhea convinced her to drink it away ; time heals all wounding, and this one was not a simple-minded one she could disgest in a day.

She had not accepted it yet : even now, with the exhibit under her optic, she was unconsciously skipping over the first off tierce of her stratum de***********ion ; it was simply too much, too cold-blooded. rhea had noticed that and had tried to get her to accommodate it, earlier the safe in her view, but Livia had her limits. It was one thing to take on being a [ Sex Worker ] or even a [ Slut-Princess ] ; but degrading oneself with a beast was something else altogether.

'' So, how many experience breaker point did you get ? ``

Livia was lost in her thoughts and promptly replied.

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

'' Noted, thanks. That 's occupy to know. If I have to guess, your social class is harder to level-up due to its tier ; any early common course would have gotten a few full stop from that. Now do the same, but with your mouth. You have 5 minutes. ``

Livia rolled her eyes, but did not quetch as she had to stick with the rules of 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 grace of God. She grabbed his set gibe again, frosted with male seminal fluid, and put a aphrodisiac osculation on his secreter, looking at him in the middle as she stirred with her tongue.

That he could not snap up her chief and military force himself deeper was pure torture, though the experience was nonetheless one of arrant 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 eyes of a crystal blue 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 social power structure and incur the best mate to produce offspring, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his semen was by definition the top of success. This mother wit of rudimentary accomplishment was Robbert 's kryptonite as he vigorously ejaculated his life-force upon her delicate royal tongue.

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

'' Blech. Done. ``

'' Great. meter please. ``

Annoyed by the deficiency of acknowledgment from the Guildmistress, who was making for certain to seem inert despite peeking here and there to relish the spectacle, Livia nonchalantly enabled the device and read it out.

'' Dammit, still 0. ``

'' Noted, thanks. On to the following 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 shoulder joint, and put a kiss on the top of his head ; she whispered :

'' [ Vigorous Night ] ''

A affectionate illumination, was then followed by a substantial undulation of comfort, propagating from top to fathom, where it slowly turned into a burning sexual desire near his crotch. Robbert now felt like he could spent hours 'experimenting'.

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

'' You have got to be - ''

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

nandu observed the exchange with interestingness, the dynamic now changed. She knew in procession what the results of that experiment would yield, yet she had to let Livia hold out through them for her to make how the system worked. She had n't asked Livia about what had happened to her in the showtime few hours before their maiden face-off, as it would be counterproductive. They could not alter her class anymore, no level in rubbing SALT in that wound.

She heard Robbert bellowing and turned in clip to admire the dewy-eyed princess receiving a tasty portion of what would soon be her day-to-day meal deep in her gullet, her nose forcibly pressed against the thief's pubic hair. She had long tears running down her nerve, her eyes began rolling back from a want of oxygen. He withdrew his shaft just in clip, Livia half retching one-half deep-breathing ; she looked extremely angry, but her boldness entire of lethargy and stray pilus was simply too arousing to take her seriously.

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

'' Livia. Measurement please. ``

Pterocnemia pennata 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 desperation. Robbert laughed as he understood as well. Rhea took note of the upshot and announced her conclusions.

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

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

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

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

'' Indeed, just to get yesteryear floor one would ask you to repeat that act a few more times, but even that would n't work unfortunately. ``

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

Robbert made a sound of disfavor with his clapper as this particular 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 sharpen again.

'' The experience counterpunch literally counts your new experiences. For instance, when you discover something new about yourself, about your body, about your mind, and for some class, about the earthly concern and its inner-workings. This last-place experimentation made a grade on you, no matter how small-scale, which the counterpunch interpreted as progress. Livia, to raze up, you will get to experience events that go in pipeline with your form. You wo n't get wind anything new by redoing the like action at law ; 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 take it ; she would n't accept it. There had to be another way.

The wretched woman had n't realized she already unconsciously knew the correct route : the stains on the carpet showed her latent masochistic tendencies, and her kneeling berth was already akin to a dressed beast. Rhea sighed, observing the princess grasping at the stiff of a lost hope, and before crushing her dreaming of a pattern life.

'' Considering your category, and this particular taboo dimension, the only way you will get any significant amount of experience to reach level 10 in clock time ... will be to mate with beasts. ``

And Livia cried .