This is the cursed story of a woman sent to another world, with a twist.
Second chapter.
This story is not for the weak-minded.
That said, enjoy!
Livia backed away as her employer emptied her stomach on the precious red carpet. Drops of cold sweat sprang from her forehead; the gaze of pity the other was sending her was everything but reassuring. She didn't feel that different overall though, grander, more bubbly maybe. They were both still alive, so she was at least certain 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 whole life... What is that bad?
The Guildmistress eventually calmed down, a few deep breaths away from lucidity. She eyed the cursed woman, making absolutely sure no apparent disgust appeared on her face, otherwise the poor thing would lose it. She knew Livia would break 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 different - it was too much to bear for a poor soul. 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 mean by close enough? Rhea, tell me. How bad is it?"
Livia obviously didn't buy it. Rhea sighed, taking a moment to think, weighing the pros and cons 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 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 couldn't be helped when it was between a [Sex Worker] 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 hand Rhea was a very attractive woman and she had to refrain from straight kissing her; on the other hand, this closeness was an offense to her personal sphere, and this Guildmistress, whatever her status was, ought to give her royal person the respect, control and answers she deserved.
"Livia, honey, my dear. You know I am bound to help 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 provide any assistance, alright?"
"Drop it."
Rhea took a heavy breath, closing her eyes to focus on delivering the words with as close a dead-pan attitude as she could manage. The slightest trace of disgust or mockery would irremediably betray the feeble 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 words in a single sentence!
"Livia, you are a [Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess]".
And it was Livia's turn to barf her lunch on the poor carpet.
Despite the heavy silence punctuated by regurgitation melodies, Rhea, mentally prepared for that reaction, 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 display via the fingers. She couldn't resist explaining to divert Livia's attention from the unfortunate reveal.
"This device, called a glove-slate, delivers advanced explanation on one's class. 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 someone to see their class. The glove reproduces the handshake while using precise sensors to read more than just your name and class."
Livia barely listened with one ear, still shell-shocked by the news that her life in this world would essentially be a sexual hell until she died. Who cared about nerdy stuff? Rhea noticed her lack of interest and changed the subject.
"Did you know that classes have tiers? Common 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 classes have one addition, for instance from [Engineer] to [Magical Engineer]. What makes these tiers so important is that there are bonuses added for each addition to the passive skill linked to your main class, and that's not all! Each addition have their own passive skill 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 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 deeper look at your class' details. 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. Glove on, the device started humming gently, a blue hue scanning her hand before letters started appearing on the display. She was thankful that she could at least read by her own eyes; it would have been utterly obscene to ask Rhea to voice what followed.
~ Livia Clark, [Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess, 1]
(0/10 points to next level)
[Cross-Breeding]
Allows to procreate with beasts and monsters. Has a 1% chance of learning one of the breeder's skills during pregnancy. A skill cannot be learned twice.
(Slut bonus): Ingesting beast or monster seed has a 1% chance of increasing a statistic by one point every litre 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 humiliation inflicted.
(Cross-Breeding bonus): Experience scales with the lowness of the beast.
(Princess bonus): Experience scales with the number of people watching.
[Princess]
Radiates respect, authority and charisma. Increases the chance of making people bend to one's own wishes.
(Slut 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 women declared so at the same time, a headache within reach.
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"What do you mean by 'experiment' Rhea? This is obscene!"
"Come 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 chair. She herself was still wearing the princess dress and diadem, but it did not diminish her current humiliation.
"Livia, my dear, 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 actions."
Rhea explained with patience, feigning not being interested in watching the event 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 people to know about your class at this stage? Do not worry, 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 hands were cuffed at the chair 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 hadn't revealed her exact 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 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 boat."
Robbert stared at a winking Rhea with horror.
"Come on Bitch-Princess, will you start already?"
Startled by his tone of voice, Livia initiated her first 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 care, as if she was manipulating an ancient artefact. Robbert, despite his long experience in the field, had the hardest time of his life not surging right away, trying to enjoy the moment as much 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 hands were locked away. Livia considered his question and whispered with a low voice, red in shame.
"A [Slut-Princess]."
Ropes of semen sprang from his shaft, staining her beautiful dress as Robbert bellowed his soul into the best 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 cheeks, her tongue and open mouth catching a few ropes, her other hand 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 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 woman disgraced by a beast, he realized he wouldn't have a hard time spanking at it; not at all.
"Interesting."
"What do you mean 'interesting'?!"
"Alright, please stop both of you. Livia, time for the measurement, 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 life from now on. She'd had a long night to think about it, or at least she was supposed to, but Rhea convinced her to drink it away; 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 eyes, 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 admit it, earlier the better in her opinion, but Livia had her limits. It was one thing to accept being a [Sex Worker] or even a [Slut-Princess]; but degrading oneself with a beast was something else altogether.
"So, how many experience points did you get?"
Livia was lost in her thoughts 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 class would have gotten a few points from that. Now do the same, but with your mouth. You have 5 minutes."
Livia rolled her eyes, but did not complain as she had to follow the order 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 shaft again, frosted with male seed, and put a sexy kiss on his gland, looking at him in the eyes as she stirred with her tongue.
That he could not grab her head and force himself deeper was pure torture, 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 pink dress and a silver 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 hierarchy and obtain the best mate to produce offspring, then having Livia, a princess, blowing him for his seed was by definition the pinnacle of success. This sense of fundamental 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 on the side to evacuate the offending liquid.
"Blech. Done."
"Great. Measure please."
Annoyed by the lack of acknowledgment from the Guildmistress, who was making sure to appear neutral despite peeking here and there to enjoy the spectacle, Livia nonchalantly enabled the device and read 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 hands finally got their freedom back. Before returning to her desk she grabbed his shoulders, and put a kiss on the top of his head; she whispered:
"[Vigorous Night]"
A warm light, was then followed by a hearty wave of comfort, propagating from top to bottom, where it slowly turned into a burning sexual desire near his crotch. Robbert now felt like he could spent hours 'experimenting'.
"Same thing please, but Robbert will now be in control. Have fun."
"You have got to be -"
Rhea sent a wink as Livia tried to complain, in vain as the aroused thief promptly played his role as he repeated what he had done in that damp alley, this time to a kneeled and well-dressed [Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess]. No faking it this time, Livia did not bother trying to accommodate him and gagged all she could, trying to resist the violent act, but Robbert was stronger, ploughing her throat with oomph.
Rhea observed the exchange with interest, the dynamic now changed. She knew in advance what the results of that experiment would yield, yet she had to let Livia live through them for her to realize how the system worked. She hadn'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 class 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 nose forcibly pressed against the thief’s pubic hair. She had long tears running down her cheeks, her eyes began rolling back from a lack of oxygen. He withdrew his shaft just in time, Livia half retching half deep-breathing; she looked extremely angry, but her face full of phlegm and stray hair was simply too arousing to take her seriously.
"You bastard, did you have to be so violent? I could have died!"
"Livia. Measurement 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 consequential issue, breathing a sigh of despair. Robbert laughed as he understood as well. Rhea took note of the results 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] class, 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 point is not a lot."
Robbert on his side could not hold from rubbing it in, immediately pointing out the underlying issue. Rhea sighed and continued her explanation.
"Indeed, just to get past level one would require you to repeat that act a few more times, but even that wouldn't work unfortunately."
"Note that I intent to protest if you oblige me to relive this dreadful treatment again just to illustrate your point. Could you please get to it?"
Robbert made a sound of disapproval with his tongue as this particular plan got aborted, Livia staring daggers at him from below, still kneeled between his legs surprisingly. Did she like that particular position, or was she hiding something? Rhea pushed this thought away and focused again.
"The experience counter literally counts your new experiences. For instance, when you discover something new about yourself, about your body, about your psyche, and for some classes, about the world and its inner-workings. This last experiment made a mark on you, no matter how small, which the counter interpreted as progress. Livia, to level up, you will have to experience events that go in line with your class. You won't learn anything new by redoing the same actions; 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' words. She couldn't accept it; she wouldn't accept it. There had to be another way.
The poor woman hadn't realized she already unconsciously knew the correct route: the stains on the carpet showed her latent masochistic tendencies, and her kneeling position was already akin to a dressed animal. Rhea sighed, observing the princess grasping at the remains of a lost hope, and before crushing her dreams of a normal life.
"Considering your class, and this particular taboo attribute, the only way you will get any significant amount of experience to reach level 10 in time... will be to mate with beasts."