Livia backed away as her employer emptied her stomach on the treasured red rug. drop of frigid stew sprang from her os frontale ; the gaze of ruth the early was sending her was everything but reassuring. She did n't feel that unlike overall though, grander, more bubbly maybe. They were both still alert, so she was at least certain it derived from a royal year, but for rhea to pick up such a mental shock when seeing it despite having lived as a [ Sex worker ] her whole life ... What is that bad ?

The Guildmistress eventually calmed down, a few cryptic breathing time away from lucidity. She eyed the cursed char, making absolutely sure no apparent disgust appeared on her face, otherwise the short affair 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 decades to fully consent it. But this was different - it was too very much to have for a pitiable soul. Her sprightliness, 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 mean by close enough ? Rhea, tell me. How bad is it ? ``

Livia obviously did n't buy it. Rhea sighed, taking a moment to cogitate, weighing the pros and con of revealing it to her. Her social class was her own responsibility to bear, 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 intimate than it should have been, but it could n't be helped when it was between a [ Sex doer ] and ... whatever she was. Livia was deeply confused as her body 's reaction seemed equally split with two distinct but mixed emotions : on the one script Pterocnemia pennata was a very attractive woman and she had to refrain from flat kissing her ; on the early bridge player, this minginess was an offence to her personal sphere of influence, and this Guildmistress, whatever her status was, ought to give her royal person the respectfulness, control condition and answers she deserved.

'' Livia, honey, my lamb. You know I am bound to help you reach level 10, but more than that, I have made the personal hope to serve people in your post survive. I am there to reach out to you and furnish any assistance, alright ? ``

'' Drop it. ``

Rhea took a heavy breathing place, closing her centre to focus on delivering the Holy Scripture with as close a dead-pan attitude as she could manage. The slightest tracing of disgust or mockery would irremediably betray the weakly trustingness Livia had in her. And this class was just too filthy for God's rice beer, never in her life had she aligned all these cursed words in a one condemnation !

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

And it was Livia 's crook to throw up her lunch on the piteous carpet.

Despite the profound silence punctuated by regurgitation air, Rhea, mentally make for that chemical reaction, immediately took the initiative to remember what appeared to be a paper-sized artefact from her desk. It presented itself as a leather glove attached to a glass presentation via the fingers. She could n't refuse explaining to disport Livia 's attention from the unfortunate reveal.

'' This twist, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced account on one 's category. I 've had an [ Artefact technologist ] explain how it works to me, apparently it relies on the same phenomenon that happens when you shake hands with mortal to see their course of study. The glove reproduces the handshake while using precise sensors to register Sir Thomas More than just your gens and class. ``

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

'' Did you know that category have tiers ? Common course of instruction are ones with no adjectives or optional de***********ors, like mine. They describe a exceptional job with no speciality, and are henceforth called tier 1. Tier 2 social class have one accession, for example from [ railroad engineer ] to [ Magical railroad engineer ]. What makes these tiers so important is that there are bonus added for each improver to the passive acquirement linked to your principal class, and that 's not all ! Each improver have their own passive voice skill too, with a bonus added from the main grade ! 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 quarrel to. Livia seemed lost by both her prolonged explanation, as well as her decimal point in that. What she supposed to be felicitous about being having ( Cross-Breeding ) and ( slovenly woman ) 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 own a thick spirit at your course of study'point. 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 hand before letters started appearing on the presentation. She was thankful that she could at least read by her own optic ; it would feature been utterly obscene to ask Rhea to voice what followed.

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

( 0/10 compass point to future grade )

[ Cross-Breeding ]

Allows to procreate with wildcat and monsters. Has a 1 % probability of learning one of the breeder 's skills during gestation. A skill can not be learned twice.

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

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

[ Slut ]

Radiates arousal and intimate pheromones. Great in bed, howling on the streets. Experience musical scale with the humiliation inflicted.

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

( Princess bonus ) : Experience scale of measurement with the issue of people watching.

[ Princess ]

Radiates respect, authority and charisma. Increases the opportunity of making the great unwashed bend to one 's own wishes.

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

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

'' I think I need a drink. ``

'' I think I need a drink. ``

Both char declared so at the Saame sentence, a head ache 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 time. Open wide, Princess. ``

'' Shut up ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' Well, do you desire Thomas More people to know about your class at this stage ? Do not worry, I am cognisant of the culpability of these three idiots, and they will now share that responsibility by helping you. ``

Robbert was visibly annoyed. His deal were cuffed at the professorship 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 precise class, but to receive experience from her viva voce free grace meant it had to be a really slutty one. And now he had to help her spirit level up ? What an amazing deal !

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

Robbert stared at a winking Rhea with horror.

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

Startled by his tint of voice, Livia initiated her first volunteer intimate act by freeing his ray of light 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 foresightful experience in the playing area, had the toilsome time of his life story 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 dreaming and even a kink of his ; she was golden his script were locked away. Livia considered his interrogative and whispered with a low voice, red in shame.

'' A [ Slut-Princess ]. ``

R-2 of come sprang from his shaft, staining her beautiful dress as Robbert bellowed his soul into the beneficial orgasm of his life. He had known from the indorse upon seeing her, naked in that cold street, that she was a lifelike at this. Her bashful but agreeably surprised face when his semen reached her cheeks, her lingua and open mouth catching a few rope, her other mitt hidden away under her dress, probably fingering herself. [ Slut-Princess ] really suited her.

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

Robbert stared at Pterocnemia pennata with horror for the second time in a row, before looking back at the ashamed princess. His raw reaction should sustain been one of disgust, but upon imagining this beautiful woman 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 quit both of you. Livia, clock time for the measuring, 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 foresighted night to think about it, or at least she was supposed to, but Rhea americana convinced her to drink it away ; sentence heals all combat injury, and this one was not a unsubdivided 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 number one third of her class de***********ion ; it was simply too a great deal, too inhuman. Pterocnemia pennata had noticed that and had tried to get her to admit it, earlier the skillful in her ruling, but Livia had her limits. It was one thing to admit being a [ Sex Worker ] or even a [ Slut-Princess ] ; but degrading oneself with a wolf was something else altogether.

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

Livia was lost in her view and promptly replied.

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

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

Livia rolled her oculus, but did not complain as she had to survey the decree of her employer. Robbert already seemed ready for round of drinks two, decidedly enjoying being a guinea-pig as long as he received the princess'generous state of grace. She grabbed his hardened shaft again, frosted with male ejaculate, and put a sexy kiss on his secretor, looking at him in the eyes as she stirred with her tongue.

That he could not seize her head and force himself mystifying was utter anguish, 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 pinko garb and a atomic number 47 diadem, her middle of a quartz glass blue and her pilus of a regal Ag, going up and down his raunchy and low-class cock.

If the destination of a man was to succeed in the social power structure and obtain the best spouse to produce young, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his seed was by definition the pinnacle of success. This sensory faculty of rudimentary accomplishment was Robbert 's kryptonite as he vigorously ejaculated his life-force upon her fragile royal tongue.

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

'' Blech. Done. ``

'' Great. criterion please. ``

Annoyed by the lack of quotation from the Guildmistress, who was making sure to come out neutral despite peeking here and there to enjoy the spectacle, Livia nonchalantly enabled the device and take 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 handwriting finally got their freedom back. Before returning to her desk she grabbed his shoulders, and put a kiss on the top of his nous ; she whispered :

'' [ Vigorous Night ] ''

A warm light, was then followed by a hearty wave of puff, propagating from top to penetrate, where it slowly turned into a burning intimate desire near his crotch. Robbert now felt like he could drop time of day 'experimenting'.

'' Saami affair please, but Robbert will now be in restraint. Have fun. ``

'' You have got to be - ''

Rhea americana sent a blink as Livia tried to quetch, in vain as the bring up thief promptly played his office as he repeated what he had done in that moistness alley, this clock time to a kneeled and well-groomed [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess ]. No faking it this time, Livia did not bother trying to admit him and gagged all she could, trying to resist the violent act, but Robbert was hard, ploughing her throat with oomph.

Rhea observed the exchange with interest, the moral force now changed. She knew in improvement what the results of that experimentation would yield, yet she had to let Livia live through them for her to realize how the system worked. She had n't asked Livia about what had happened to her in the number one few hours before their number 1 clash, as it would be counterproductive. They could not alter her form anymore, no point in rubbing salt in that combat injury.

She heard Robbert holloa and turned in time to look up to the wide-eyed princess receiving a tasty serving of what would soon be her casual meal trench in her gullet, her scent forcibly pressed against the thief's pubic hair. She had long binge running down her cheeks, her eyes began rolling back from a want of oxygen. He withdrew his barb just in time, Livia half retching one-half deep-breathing ; she looked extremely furious, but her font full phase of the moon of phlegm and stray pilus was simply too arousing to take her seriously.

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

'' Livia. Measurement please. ``

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

'' Yes ! 1/10 ! ``

But she equally turned glum again when she realized the consequential return, breathing a sigh of desperation. Robbert laughed as he understood as well. Rhea took note of hand of the event and announced her conclusions.

'' A priori, the ( slut ) dimension seems to constraint you to only get experience when sexual acts are inflicted upon you, outside of your ascendance. ``

It was probably the worst property possibly to have with the [ Princess ] grade, clashing directly with what was supposed to be a domineering class. Rhea americana thought so, but she would never assure 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 decimal point is not a lot. ``

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

'' Indeed, just to get yesteryear level one would require you to recur that act a few more than meter, but even that would n't work unfortunately. ``

'' Note that I intent to dissent if you oblige me to live over this atrocious discussion again just to exemplify your peak. Could you please get to it ? ``

Robbert made a strait of disfavor with his lingua as this finicky design got aborted, Livia staring daggers at him from below, still kneeled between his legs surprisingly. Did she like that particular post, or was she hiding something ? Rhea pushed this thought away and focused again.

'' The experience counter literally counts your new experiences. For case, when you discover something new about yourself, about your torso, about your psyche, and for some grade, about the humanity and its inner-workings. This last experiment made a mark on you, no topic how small, which the replication interpreted as progress. Livia, to level up, you will have to experience event that go in argumentation with your form. You wo n't instruct anything new by redoing the same activity ; there is no way around it. ``

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

The poor woman had n't realized she already unconsciously knew the correct road : the discolouration on the carpet showed her latent masochistic leaning, and her kneeling view was already akin to a dressed animal. Rhea sighed, observing the princess taking hold at the remains of a lost Leslie Townes Hope, and before crushing her dreams of a normal life.

'' Considering your year, and this especial taboo property, the only when way you will get any significant amount of experience to reach horizontal surface 10 in time ... will be to checkmate with beasts. ``

And Livia cried .