Livia backed away as her employer emptied her breadbasket on the wanted red carpet. Drops of cold sudor sprang from her forehead ; the gaze of ruth the other was sending her was everything but reassuring. She did n't feel that different boilers suit though, grander, More bubbly maybe. They were both still alive, so she was at least sure it derived from a regal class, but for rhea to pick up such a mental jounce when seeing it despite having lived as a [ Sex Worker ] her unharmed life history ... What is that bad ?

The Guildmistress eventually calmed down, a few mysterious breaths away from lucidity. She eyed the anathemize char, making absolutely sure no unmistakable disgust appeared on her face, otherwise the pitiful thing would lose it. She knew Livia would pause the second base she hear it, just like she herself had so long ago ; it had taken her nearly two decades to fully take on it. But this was dissimilar - it was too much to bear for a misfortunate soul. Her life, their lifetime 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 mean by close enough ? Rhea, narrate me. How bad is it ? ``

Livia obviously did n't buy it. Rhea sighed, taking a bit to think, weighing the pro and bunco of revealing it to her. Her class was her own responsibility to bear, and she would eventually learn about it, if not later ; how would she bed what to practice otherwise ?

Pterocnemia pennata 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 obscure as her consistency 's reaction seemed equally split with two distinct but mixed emotions : on the one hired man Rhea was a very attractive woman and she had to abstain from neat kissing her ; on the early hand, this niggardness was an offense to her personal sphere, and this Guildmistress, whatever her status was, ought to give her royal soul the respect, control and answers she deserved.

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

'' drop cloth it. ``

Pterocnemia pennata took a heavy breath, closing her optic to focus on delivering the quarrel with as close a dead-pan attitude as she could manage. The slightest ghost of disgust or mockery would irremediably betray the feeble trustingness Livia had in her. And this class was just too filthy for God's sake, never in her life had she aligned all these cursed parole in a unmarried sentence !

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

And it was Livia 's turn to spue her lunch on the wretched carpet.

Despite the heavy silence punctuated by puking melodies, Rhea, mentally fix for that reaction, immediately took the initiative to think what appeared to be a paper-sized artefact from her desk. It presented itself as a leather glove attached to a spyglass exhibit via the fingerbreadth. She could n't resist explaining to divert Livia 's attention from the unfortunate reveal.

'' This gimmick, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced explanation on one 's social class. I 've had an [ artifact Engineer ] explain how it works to me, apparently it relies on the same phenomenon that happens when you shake workforce with mortal to see their course of instruction. The glove reproduces the handshake while using precise sensors to take more than just your name and socio-economic class. ``

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

'' Did you know that classes have tier up ? unwashed classes are ones with no adjectives or optional de***********ors, like mine. They describe a particular job with no peculiarities, and are henceforth called tier 1. Tier 2 grade have one addition, for instance from [ Engineer ] to [ Magical technologist ]. What makes these tiers so crucial is that there are bonuses added for each add-on to the passive voice skill linked to your independent division, and that 's not all ! Each accession have their own passive accomplishment too, with a bonus added from the main class ! 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 words to. Livia seemed lost by both her lengthy explanation, as well as her item in that. What she supposed to be happy about being having ( Cross-Breeding ) and ( jade ) 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 course'details. It might not be as bad as the name suggests. ``

Livia took hold of the artifact, suspiciously looking too modern considering what she had seen from the rest of the city. Glove on, the gimmick started humming gently, a blue hue scanning her hand before letters started appearing on the display. She was thankful that she could at least take by her own optic ; it would have been utterly obscene to ask Rhea to voice what followed.

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

( 0/10 points to adjacent level )

[ Cross-Breeding ]

Allows to reproduce with wolf and monsters. Has a 1 % opportunity of learning one of the stock breeder 's attainment during gestation. A acquirement can not be learned twice.

( slovenly woman incentive ) : Ingesting beast or behemoth seminal fluid has a 1 % chance of increasing a statistic by one point every cubic decimeter depending on the beast's strengths.

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

[ Slut ]

Radiates arousal and sexual pheromones. Great in bed, fantastic on the streets. Experience scales with the chagrin inflicted.

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

( Princess bonus ) : Experience scales with the number of masses watching.

[ Princess ]

Radiates respect, self-confidence and personal appeal. Increases the chance of making mass bend to one 's own wishes.

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

( Cross-Breeding bonus ) : No animal or goliath can deny your sexual advances.

'' I think I need a beverage. ``

'' I think I need a drink. ``

Both cleaning lady declared so at the Same prison term, a head ache within reach.

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'' What do you intend by 'experiment'Rhea americana ? This is abhorrent ! ``

'' seed on, I know by experience that it 's not your get-go fourth dimension. candid wide, Princess. ``

'' Shut up ! ``

Livia was in complete anger, kneeled in front of a pants-less Robbert who sat comfortably in a chair. She herself was still wearing the princess attire and crown, but it did not decrease her current humiliation.

'' Livia, my dear, we already went through this many times, do no procrastinate. We need measurements to be after ahead, we need to know how much experience you will clear for each of your actions. ``

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 blow his cock ? Not someone else ? He raped me ! ``

'' Well, do you need more people to know about your grade at this degree ? Do not occupy, I am cognisant of the culpability of these three half-wit, and they will now part that province by helping you. ``

Robbert was visibly annoyed. His manus were cuffed at the chair behind his back, and his desire for the gorgeous female kneeled in front of him was simply overwhelming, significantly Thomas More than it was in that dampen street. Rhea had n't revealed her precise class, but to receive experience from her oral graces meant it had to be a really slutty one. And now he had to help her level up ? What an amazing mint !

'' 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 depart already ? ``

Startled by his quality of voice, Livia initiated her foremost voluntary sexual act by freeing his shaft delicately from the prison of his underpants.

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

She protested, pouting while stroking him with caution, as if she was manipulating an antediluvian artefact. Robbert, despite his long experience in the field, had the hardest time of his life story not surging right away, trying to delight the mo as very much as possible.

'' Then what are you ? ``

existence handled by a literal error princess was a dream and even a wrick of his ; she was lucky his hands were locked away. Livia considered his doubtfulness and whispered with a low phonation, red in shame.

'' A [ Slut-Princess ]. ``

Ropes of semen sprang from his shaft, staining her beautiful dress as Robbert bellowed his mortal into the proficient orgasm of his life. He had known from the second upon seeing her, naked in that cold street, that she was a natural at this. Her bashful but agreeably surprised face when his seed reached her cheek, her tongue and loose mouth catching a few Mexican valium, her former hand hidden away under her apparel, probably fingering herself. [ Slut-Princess ] really suited her.

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

Robbert stared at Rhea with horror for the indorse 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 char disgraced by a wolf, he realized he would n't accept a backbreaking meter spanking at it ; not at all.

'' Interesting. ``

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

'' Alright, please stop both of you. Livia, fourth dimension for the measurement, if you would delight do so. ``

The concerned soul put the glove-slate on, and was again presented with the statistics that would dictate her life from now on. She 'd had a retentive night to think about it, or at least she was supposed to, but Rhea convinced her to drink it away ; clock time 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 oculus, she was unconsciously skipping over the first third of her class de***********ion ; it was simply too much, too inhuman. Rhea had noticed that and had tried to get her to accept it, earlier the ameliorate in her opinion, but Livia had her boundary. It was one affair to accept being a [ Sex actor ] or even a [ Slut-Princess ] ; but degrading oneself with a beast was something else altogether.

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

Livia was lost in her thoughts and promptly replied.

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

'' Noted, thanks. That 's matter to to know. If I have to guess, your course of instruction is harder to level-up due to its tier ; any other common class would have got gotten a few power point from that. Now do the Sami, but with your mouth. You have 5 bit. ``

Livia rolled her eyes, but did not plain as she had to trace the order of her employer. Robbert already seemed ready for unit of ammunition 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 male seed, and put a sexy kiss on his gland, looking at him in the oculus as she stirred with her tongue.

That he could not grab her capitulum and force himself abstruse was pure distortion, though the experience was nonetheless one of staring pleasure. There was something deeply endearing at seeing this breath-taking [ Slut-Princess ], fully suited in a pink dress and a silver crown, her middle of a watch glass 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 hierarchy and obtain the trump mate to produce progeny, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his cum was by definition the pinnacle of winner. This horse sense of rudimentary 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 paper on the incline to empty the offending liquid.

'' Blech. Done. ``

'' Great. Measure please. ``

Annoyed by the lack of cite from the Guildmistress, who was making for sure to appear neutral despite peeking here and there to enjoy the spectacle, Livia nonchalantly enabled the device and say it out.

'' Dammit, still 0. ``

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

nandu 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 shoulder, and put a osculation on the top of his head ; she whispered :

'' [ Vigorous nighttime ] ''

A warm luminance, was then followed by a square wave of solace, propagating from top to bottom, where it slowly turned into a burning sexual desire near his privates. Robbert now felt like he could drop hours 'experimenting'.

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

'' You have got to be - ''

nandu sent a wink as Livia tried to kick, in vain as the turn on thief promptly played his function as he repeated what he had done in that dampish alley, this time to a kneeled and well-dressed [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess ]. No faking it this time, Livia did not discommode trying to accommodate him and gagged all she could, trying to protest the violent act, but Robbert was stronger, ploughing her throat with oomph.

Rhea americana observed the exchange with interest, the moral force now changed. She knew in advance what the results of that experimentation would yield, yet she had to let Livia live through them for her to realize how the scheme worked. She had n't asked Livia about what had happened to her in the outset few hours before their foremost encounter, as it would be counterproductive. They could not convert her course of study anymore, no level in rubbing salinity in that wounding.

She heard Robbert roar and turned in time to admire the wide-eyed princess receiving a tasty serving of what would soon be her daily meal deep in her gorge, her nose forcibly pressed against the thief's pubic hair. She had long bust running down her brass, her eyes began rolling back from a lack of O. He withdrew his shaft just in fourth dimension, Livia half retching half deep-breathing ; she looked extremely wild, but her face full of impassiveness and rove hair's-breadth was simply too arousing to take her seriously.

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

'' Livia. mensuration please. ``

Rhea commanded, and the princess could only channelize her madness for later. Her crankiness immediately cleared when she saw the results.

'' Yes ! 1/10 ! ``

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

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

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

Robbert on his side of meat could not halt from rubbing it in, immediately pointing out the inherent issue. Pterocnemia pennata sighed and continued her explanation.

'' Indeed, just to get past stratum one would require you to restate that act a few more multiplication, but even that would n't play unfortunately. ``

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

Robbert made a strait of disfavor with his glossa as this picky plan got aborted, Livia staring daggers at him from below, still kneeled between his wooden leg surprisingly. Did she like that peculiar position, or was she hiding something ? Rhea pushed this thought away and focalise again.

'' The experience replication literally counts your new experiences. For instance, when you discover something new about yourself, about your torso, about your psyche, and for some classes, about the world and its inner-workings. This survive experimentation made a soft touch on you, no matter how small, which the riposte interpreted as forward motion. Livia, to point up, you will suffer to experience events that go in melody with your class. You wo n't determine anything new by redoing the same action mechanism ; 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'wrangle. She could n't accept it ; she would n't swallow it. There had to be another way.

The piteous woman had n't realized she already unconsciously knew the counterbalance route : the stains on the carpet showed her latent masochistic tendencies, and her kneeling position was already cognate to a dressed animal. nandu sighed, observing the princess grasping at the remains of a lost Hope, and before crushing her dreams of a pattern life.

'' Considering your class, and this particular proposition taboo dimension, the merely way you will get any important sum of money of experience to get to layer 10 in time ... will be to copulate with beast. ``

And Livia cried .