Livia backed away as her employer emptied her breadbasket on the precious red carpet. free fall of cold stew sprang from her brow ; the gaze of pity the other was sending her was everything but reassuring. She did n't experience that different overall though, grander, more bubbly maybe. They were both still alive, so she was at least certain it derived from a regal family, but for Rhea to find such a mental shock when seeing it despite having lived as a [ Sex doer ] her unanimous life ... What is that bad ?

The Guildmistress eventually calmed down, a few deep intimation away from clarity. She eyed the unredeemed fair sex, making absolutely sure no apparent disgust appeared on her face, otherwise the poor people thing would mislay it. She knew Livia would give out the second she hear it, just like she herself had so long ago ; it had taken her nearly two decades to fully take over it. But this was unlike - it was too much to have for a pathetic soul. Her life, their lives were in danger ; she had a job to do.

'' Livia, congratulation, you are a [ Princess ], or at to the lowest degree something close enough. ``

rhea barely poker-faced her way.

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

Livia obviously did n't buy it. Rhea sighed, taking a mo to think, weighing the pros and hustle of revealing it to her. Her division was her own responsibility to expect, and she would eventually watch 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 sustain been, but it could n't be helped when it was between a [ Sex Worker ] and ... whatever she was. Livia was deeply confused as her organic structure 's reaction seemed equally split with two distinct but mixed emotions : on the one bridge player Rhea was a very attractive woman and she had to desist from straight kissing her ; on the early hand, this familiarity was an offense to her personal sphere, and this Guildmistress, whatever her status was, ought to throw her royal somebody the respect, restraint and answers she deserved.

'' Livia, honey, my dearest. You know I am bound to help you reach flat 10, but Thomas More than that, I have made the personal promise to help hoi polloi in your situation survive. I am there to strive out to you and provide any assist, alright ? ``

'' drop cloth it. ``

Rhea took a impenetrable breath, closing her eyes to focus on delivering the word with as close a dead-pan posture as she could manage. The svelte tincture of disgust or burlesque would irremediably snitch the sapless trust 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 single condemnation !

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

And it was Livia 's turn to regorge her tiffin on the poor carpet.

Despite the heavy muteness punctuated by regurgitation melodic phrase, Rhea, mentally prepared for that response, 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 video display via the fingers. She could n't resist explaining to divert Livia 's attending from the unfortunate reveal.

'' This twist, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced explanation on one 's grade. I 've had an [ Artefact Engineer ] explain how it works to me, apparently it relies on the same phenomenon that happens when you shake hands with soul to see their family. The baseball mitt reproduces the handshake while using precise sensors to interpret more than just your name and class. ``

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

'' Did you know that classes have tiers ? vernacular year are ones with no adjectives or optional de***********ors, like mine. They describe a particular job with no oddment, and are henceforth called tier 1. tier 2 grade have one improver, for instance from [ engineer ] to [ Magical Engineer ]. What makes these tiers so important is that there are fillip added for each addition to the passive skill linked to your main socio-economic class, and that 's not all ! Each addition have their own passive voice acquirement too, with a bonus added from the main class ! Do you see where I 'm getting at ? ``

Pterocnemia pennata 's optic 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 degree in that. What she supposed to be happy about being having ( Cross-Breeding ) and ( hussy ) 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 let a deeper look at your division'particular. It might not be as bad as the figure suggests. ``

Livia took clench of the artefact, suspiciously looking too mod considering what she had seen from the rest of the metropolis. Glove on, the device started humming gently, a blue hue scanning her manus before letters started appearing on the display. She was thankful that she could at to the lowest degree take by her own eyes ; it would accept been absolutely obscene to ask Rhea to voice what followed.

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

( 0/10 dot to next stratum )

[ Cross-Breeding ]

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

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

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

[ Slut ]

Radiates arousal and sexual pheromones. Great in bed, fantastic on the streets. Experience weighing machine with the humiliation inflicted.

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

( Princess fillip ) : Experience musical scale with the number of people watching.

[ Princess ]

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

( Slut fillip ) : No one can defy your intimate advances.

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

'' I think I need a drink. ``

'' I think I need a drunkenness. ``

Both women declared so at the same time, a vexation within reach.

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

'' ejaculate on, I know by experience that it 's not your number one time. Open wide, Princess. ``

'' Shut up ! ``

Livia was in vestal anger, kneeled in front of a pants-less Robbert who sat comfortably in a death chair. She herself was still wearing the princess wearing apparel and diadem, but it did not diminish her electric current humiliation.

'' Livia, my dear, we already went through this many times, do no procrastinate. We need measurement to project ahead, we need to have it off how much experience you will earn for each of your actions. ``

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

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

Robbert was visibly annoyed. His work force were cuffed at the chair behind his back, and his desire for the gorgeous female kneeled in battlefront of him was simply overwhelming, significantly more than it was in that dampen street. Rhea americana had n't revealed her claim grade, but to receive experience from her oral graces meant it had to be a really slutty one. And now he had to aid her level up ? What an amazing deal !

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

Robbert stared at a winking nandu with horror.

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

Startled by his tone of representative, Livia initiated her first of all voluntary sexual act by freeing his dig delicately from the prison of his underpants.

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

She protested, pouting while stroking him with tending, as if she was manipulating an ancient artefact. Robbert, despite his farseeing experience in the field, had the intemperate metre of his life not surging right away, trying to revel the bit as much as possible.

'' Then what are you ? ``

existence handled by a actual princess was a dream and even a wrick of his ; she was lucky his workforce were locked away. Livia considered his question and whispered with a low vox, red in shame.

'' A [ Slut-Princess ]. ``

Ropes of semen sprang from his shaft, staining her beautiful clothes as Robbert bellowed his soul into the beneficial orgasm of his life. He had known from the second upon seeing her, naked in that cold street, that she was a lifelike at this. Her bashful but agreeably surprised expression when his seed reached her cheek, her lingua and open mouth catching a few ropes, her early helping hand hidden away under her wearing apparel, probably fingering herself. [ Slut-Princess ] really suited her.

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

Robbert stared at Rhea with revulsion for the indorsement prison term in a row, before looking back at the ashamed princess. His raw chemical 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 operose time spanking at it ; not at all.

'' Interesting. ``

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

'' Alright, please block off both of you. Livia, time for the measure, if you would please do so. ``

The worry individual put the glove-slate on, and was again presented with the statistics that would order her liveliness 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 ; sentence heals all wounding, 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 eye, she was unconsciously skipping over the low gear third of her class de***********ion ; it was simply too lots, too cold-blooded. Rhea had noticed that and had tried to get her to admit it, earlier the better in her vox populi, but Livia had her limit point. It was one thing to accept being a [ Sex doer ] or even a [ Slut-Princess ] ; but degrading oneself with a brute was something else altogether.

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

Livia was lost in her opinion and promptly replied.

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

'' Noted, thanks. That 's interesting to cognize. If I have to guess, your form is harder to level-up due to its tier ; any former uncouth form would have gotten a few pointedness from that. Now do the same, but with your mouth. You have 5 moment. ``

Livia rolled her heart, but did not sound off as she had to follow the fiat of her employer. Robbert already seemed ready for round two, decidedly enjoying being a guinea-pig as long as he received the princess'generous graces. She grabbed his hardened dig again, frosted with male seed, and put a aphrodisiac kiss on his secretory organ, looking at him in the centre as she stirred with her tongue.

That he could not snaffle her question and force himself deeper was everlasting overrefinement, though the experience was nonetheless one of sodding pleasure. There was something deeply endearing at seeing this breath-taking [ Slut-Princess ], fully suited in a garden pink dress and a silver diadem, her eye of a quartz glass blue sky and her haircloth 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 incur the best checkmate to produce offspring, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his seed was by definition the pinnacle of winner. This sense of cardinal skill was Robbert 's kryptonite as he vigorously ejaculated his life-force upon her soft royal tongue.

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

'' Blech. Done. ``

'' Great. Measure please. ``

Annoyed by the deficiency of acknowledgement from the Guildmistress, who was making sure to appear neutral despite peeking here and there to savor the spectacle, Livia nonchalantly enabled the device and read it out.

'' Dammit, still 0. ``

'' Noted, thanks. On to the side by side experiment. ``

Rhea put her pen down, grabbed a key from her desk and approached the ruffian from behind, surprised when his helping hand finally got their exemption back. Before returning to her desk she grabbed his articulatio humeri, and put a kiss on the top of his mind ; she whispered :

'' [ Vigorous night ] ''

A lovesome light, was then followed by a lusty wave 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 spend hours 'experimenting'.

'' same matter please, but Robbert will now be in control. Have fun. ``

'' You have got to be - ''

nandu sent a wink as Livia tried to complain, in vain as the horny thief promptly played his role as he repeated what he had done in that dampish bowling alley, this time to a kneeled and well-dressed [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess ]. No faking it this sentence, Livia did not put out trying to lodge him and gagged all she could, trying to resist the violent act, but Robbert was impregnable, ploughing her throat with oomph.

Rhea observed the exchange with interest group, the moral force now changed. She knew in progress what the consequence of that experiment would ease up, 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 first few hours before their first encounter, as it would be counterproductive. They could not change her course of study anymore, no point in rubbing salt in that wound.

She heard Robbert bellowing 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 gullet, her horn in forcibly pressed against the thief's pubic hair. She had recollective rent running down her impertinence, her eyes began rolling back from a lack of oxygen. He withdrew his shaft just in time, Livia one-half retching half deep-breathing ; she looked extremely angry, but her face full of phlegm and stray whisker was simply too arousing to take her seriously.

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

'' Livia. mensuration please. ``

Rhea 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 resultant 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 dimension possibly to have with the [ Princess ] social class, clashing directly with what was supposed to be a domineering course of study. Rhea americana thought so, but she would never tell that to Livia directly. The success of their contract bridge depended on her to see the glass as half-filled.

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

Robbert on his side could not hold from rubbing it in, immediately pointing out the underlying outlet. nandu sighed and continued her explanation.

'' Indeed, just to get past level one would require you to repeat that act a few More meter, but even that would n't shape unfortunately. ``

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

Robbert made a strait of dislike with his tongue as this particular programme got aborted, Livia staring sticker at him from below, still kneeled between his leg surprisingly. Did she like that picky location, or was she hiding something ? Rhea americana pushed this thought away and sharpen again.

'' The experience counter literally counts your new experiences. For representative, when you discover something new about yourself, about your trunk, about your soul, and for some classes, about the universe and its inner-workings. This in conclusion experiment made a mug on you, no topic how lowly, which the counter interpreted as progress. Livia, to level up, you will have to feel upshot that go in line with your grade. You wo n't pick up anything new by redoing the Saame actions ; there is no way around it. ``

Livia stared blankly at the bookshelves on the face, trying to perturb her from thinking too deeply at the Guildmistress'dustup. She could n't accept 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 grease on the carpet showed her latent masochistic trend, and her kneeling stance was already akin to a dressed animal. nandu sighed, observing the princess prehension at the corpse of a lost Bob Hope, and before crushing her dreams of a convention life.

'' Considering your class, and this particular taboo attribute, the but way you will get any meaning quantity of experience to turn over level 10 in prison term ... will be to mate with beasts. ``

And Livia cried .