“Oh, you’re done?” Ember asked when she saw Beatrice walk out from Samantha’s bedroom.
“Yes, are you?” Beatrice asked sharply.
“Hm? Oh, our friendly chat?” Ember asked and after a nod from Beatrice replied, “Yes, we’re best buddies now.”
“Fuck you!” Flavna cursed while resting on a couch in Mimi’s care who applied some lotion on her burns.
“Fantastic,” Beatrice said, barely caring either way.
“Will Samantha ever walk again?” Ember asked with a smile.
“What were those sounds?” Flavna asked. “I’ve never heard anyone scream like that.”
“Well, you see, young captain,” Ember started to explain, “when two people love each other very much—”
“Shove it! Of course, I know about sex! Who doesn’t? B-But that—”
“I could heal those burns you’ve got if you want,” Beatrice interrupted. “You just need to spread your legs for a quickie and—”
“EXCUSE ME!?!” Flavna exclaimed, red in the face.
“Huh? You make it sound like some big deal in a city where practically everyone can’t spend a day without drinking, drugging, fucking, or all three of the above,” Beatrice pointed out.
“I’m not like them!!” Flavna shouted, her flushed face growing even redder.
“Sure, you aren’t,” Beatrice didn’t even hide her irritation. “Well, whatever. Endure it if it helps you feel special.”
With that said, Beatrice went straight for the exit. She then suddenly froze in place, as if she just remembered something important, turned back to Flavna and asked, “About the prisoners you took. Those from the Inn. Did you take all of them to ‘The Pits’?”
“Yes, why?” Flavna asked, adjusting her position while grimacing in pain.
“We scoured your nasty dungeons but couldn’t find one of my companions. Tabitha, a mage with green hair and similarly green, revealing outfit.”
“Never heard of her,” Flavna shrugged. “I didn’t even get a chance to properly interrogate them before you turned the pits into that milk hellhole. Speaking of—”
“That can’t be,” Beatrice didn’t understand. “She wasn’t in the Pits; she didn’t come to the Forge of Champions…”
“Maybe your pyromaniac friend blew her to pieces along with Captain Rivaldo and over a dozen of my men when she lit the entire district ablaze.”
Beatrice’s glare turned sharply toward Ember. Is it really that stupidly simple? Beatrice wondered. No, something like that… There’s no way!
“Why did you even decide to raid Y’Shtara’s Inn at all?” Ember asked.
“Lord Belmot received a tip from the Palace that certain wanted troublemakers lodged there,” Flavna said. “You’ll have to ask him where he got the information from.”
“Hillarious—h-hey, where are you going?” Ember asked when she saw Beatrice walk right past her without another word.
“You heard her—another lead is dead.” Beatrice stated. “Those three who you fought together with Flavna were from that sex guild, right?”
“S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild, yeah,” Ember confirmed.
“Well, since they’ve allied themselves with those demon princesses, I figured I’d take them out first, so that next time they can’t interfere. After that I’ll take out one princess at a time until I get to the Queen and put an end to this one way or another,” Beatrice said and walked past the naked buff dude who was working his chiseled ass off to get the shop fixed as fast as humanly possible. And if it was possible to go beyond human limitations in carpentry, he’d be the first to do it.
“Well, sure, but… On your own?” Ember got up and hurried after Beatrice. “Wait up! What’s gotten into you? The whole city’s out to get us!”
“So?” Beatrice asked, not slowing down. “They’d find us here sooner or later anyway.”
“E-Eh, c-captain?” Mimi nervously looked at the departing duo then at her captain, then at the duo.
“Let them go,” Flavna said. “Asuna wanted to take over the city guard? They’re her problem now.”
“W-would you slow down for just a moment?” Ember whispered to Beatrice who fast walked through the maze of dark alleys up toward the main city. “At least let me rest up a bit! I won’t be able to help you again if run into—”
“H-Hey!” one soldier called out to another from the end of a narrow alley. “Isn’t that them?”
“Y-Yeah, quick let’s call for-WHOAH!?” before the other guard could even finish his sentence, the most beautiful busty lady he ever saw was right in his face. He stared into those dazzling emerald eyes and got all mellow. He could have gazed into them forever…
“Don’t you two just want to suck each other off soo badly?” Beatrice asked the two soldiers as she switched her gaze between them.
“O-Of course, I do!” one soldier confessed. “B-But I’d never dare to ask! What if he rejected me? Not only would I ruin our friendship—”
“W-Wait!!” the other soldier exclaimed. “You too? Why didn’t you say anything earlier!?”
“You mean…?” both soldiers stared into each other’s eyes for a couple of seconds before their hands were all over each other.
“Let’s go,” Beatrice said to Ember, and the duo walked past the two men who practically ripped their armor off each other.
“What did you do to them?” Ember asked while looking back at the action.
“I just tested out a new Skill,” Beatrice said nonchalantly. “After triple-penetrating your friend I also got another level, so I decided to indulge myself a bit.”
| Skill Name: Pervy Thoughts Rank: C Type: Eros Craft, Mishief Craft / Active Cost: 50 Stamina Cooldown: 20 minutes Description: Makes up to two targets extremely susceptible to perverted thoughts. Great Willpower or B-Rank and higher protective spells are required to remain unaffected. Requires line of sight. Maximum cast range 5 feet. |
I cost two Skill Points, but if it’s this effective, then I might as well push it to the next Enhancement, Beatrice concluded as she continued her ascend to the main city.
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“Oh, you’re done?” Ember asked when she saw Beatrice walk out from Samantha’s bedroom.
“Yes, are you?” Beatrice asked sharply.
“Hm? Oh, our friendly chat?” Ember asked and after a nod from Beatrice replied, “Yes, we’re best buddies now.”
“Fuck you!” Flavna cursed while resting on a couch in Mimi’s care who applied some lotion on her burns.
“Fantastic,” Beatrice said, barely caring either way.
“Will Samantha ever walk again?” Ember asked with a smile.
“What were those sounds?” Flavna asked. “I’ve never heard anyone scream like that.”
“Well, you see, young captain,” Ember started to explain, “when two people love each other very much—”
“Shove it! Of course, I know about sex! Who doesn’t? B-But that—”
“I could heal those burns you’ve got if you want,” Beatrice interrupted. “You just need to spread your legs for a quickie and—”
“EXCUSE ME!?!” Flavna exclaimed, red in the face.
“Huh? You make it sound like some big deal in a city where practically everyone can’t spend a day without drinking, drugging, fucking, or all three of the above,” Beatrice pointed out.
“I’m not like them!!” Flavna shouted, her flushed face growing even redder.
“Sure, you aren’t,” Beatrice didn’t even hide her irritation. “Well, whatever. Endure it if it helps you feel special.”
With that said, Beatrice went straight for the exit. She then suddenly froze in place, as if she just remembered something important, turned back to Flavna and asked, “About the prisoners you took. Those from the Inn. Did you take all of them to ‘The Pits’?”
“Yes, why?” Flavna asked, adjusting her position while grimacing in pain.
“We scoured your nasty dungeons but couldn’t find one of my companions. Tabitha, a mage with green hair and similarly green, revealing outfit.”
“Never heard of her,” Flavna shrugged. “I didn’t even get a chance to properly interrogate them before you turned the pits into that milk hellhole. Speaking of—”
“That can’t be,” Beatrice didn’t understand. “She wasn’t in the Pits; she didn’t come to the Forge of Champions…”
“Maybe your pyromaniac friend blew her to pieces along with Captain Rivaldo and over a dozen of my men when she lit the entire district ablaze.”
Beatrice’s glare turned sharply toward Ember. Is it really that stupidly simple? Beatrice wondered. No, something like that… There’s no way!
“Why did you even decide to raid Y’Shtara’s Inn at all?” Ember asked.
“Lord Belmot received a tip from the Palace that certain wanted troublemakers lodged there,” Flavna said. “You’ll have to ask him where he got the information from.”
“Hillarious—h-hey, where are you going?” Ember asked when she saw Beatrice walk right past her without another word.
“You heard her—another lead is dead.” Beatrice stated. “Those three who you fought together with Flavna were from that sex guild, right?”
“S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild, yeah,” Ember confirmed.
“Well, since they’ve allied themselves with those demon princesses, I figured I’d take them out first, so that next time they can’t interfere. After that I’ll take out one princess at a time until I get to the Queen and put an end to this one way or another,” Beatrice said and walked past the naked buff dude who was working his chiseled ass off to get the shop fixed as fast as humanly possible. And if it was possible to go beyond human limitations in carpentry, he’d be the first to do it.
“Well, sure, but… On your own?” Ember got up and hurried after Beatrice. “Wait up! What’s gotten into you? The whole city’s out to get us!”
“So?” Beatrice asked, not slowing down. “They’d find us here sooner or later anyway.”
“E-Eh, c-captain?” Mimi nervously looked at the departing duo then at her captain, then at the duo.
“Let them go,” Flavna said. “Asuna wanted to take over the city guard? They’re her problem now.”
“W-would you slow down for just a moment?” Ember whispered to Beatrice who fast walked through the maze of dark alleys up toward the main city. “At least let me rest up a bit! I won’t be able to help you again if run into—”
“H-Hey!” one soldier called out to another from the end of a narrow alley. “Isn’t that them?”
“Y-Yeah, quick let’s call for-WHOAH!?” before the other guard could even finish his sentence, the most beautiful busty lady he ever saw was right in his face. He stared into those dazzling emerald eyes and got all mellow. He could have gazed into them forever…
“Don’t you two just want to suck each other off soo badly?” Beatrice asked the two soldiers as she switched her gaze between them.
“O-Of course, I do!” one soldier confessed. “B-But I’d never dare to ask! What if he rejected me? Not only would I ruin our friendship—”
“W-Wait!!” the other soldier exclaimed. “You too? Why didn’t you say anything earlier!?”
“You mean…?” both soldiers stared into each other’s eyes for a couple of seconds before their hands were all over each other.
“Let’s go,” Beatrice said to Ember, and the duo walked past the two men who practically ripped their armor off each other.
“What did you do to them?” Ember asked while looking back at the action.
“I just tested out a new Skill,” Beatrice said nonchalantly. “After triple-penetrating your friend I also got another level, so I decided to indulge myself a bit.”
| Skill Name: Pervy Thoughts Rank: C Type: Eros Craft, Mishief Craft / Active Cost: 50 Stamina Cooldown: 20 minutes Description: Makes up to two targets extremely susceptible to perverted thoughts. Great Willpower or B-Rank and higher protective spells are required to remain unaffected. Requires line of sight. Maximum cast range 5 feet. |
I cost two Skill Points, but if it’s this effective, then I might as well push it to the next Enhancement, Beatrice concluded as she continued her ascend to the main city.
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