Glitchy Dungeon Sim Ch 01.8-01.15

1.8 -- Guild

Ilse had woken up energized, and revitalized her body buzzing with the effects of the transferred mana. She felt stronger, her momentary headaches were gone as were her disoriented ment.

Her corruption was at an all-time low, she was satisfied.

Katarina had already locked the temples just to secure the building, she had also given her instructions on how to find the nearest guild.

But before trekking away, she gave Ilse a leather knapsack, filled with some essentials. A shark kitchen knife for protection, some fruits and dried nuts, and a small satchel filled with mana potions. She mentioned it was a bit extra for her "performance" the night before.

Ilse had caught herself flustered at the woman's words, before heading out in search of a way to survive this strange world.

The streets were awfully quiet today, though there were numerous amounts of zeros moving from place to place. She realized that most of the busy ones must have classes and jobs and sedentary folks had to be [classless] like her. Perhaps they all tried, and perhaps they all failed miserably to escape Zerodom.

Hollowpoint guild, stood tall at the edge of the zero district. Its architecture was slick and minimalist, though the exterior grounds surrounding it were rugged and worn from constant activity.

Stepping inside she immediately feels out of place and scrutinized.

Everyone stared her down, their gazes lingering on the borrowed robe she held.

Was it because she was a newcomer, a zero, or because she was inexperienced?

She nervously approaches, a receptionist at the counter, the woman greets her with a brow and an annoyed expression.

"More fresh meat for the grinder," she commented, snark.

Isle swallowed, she was used to rampant hostility before she had died. But at least she could hide in the comforts of her room. Here she was out in public.

"Um... hello?" she stammered." is this the guild?"

"No, you dolt, this is the graveyard." The girl at the counter stuck out her tongue. "Yes, you idiot, this is one of many guilds."

Ilse frowned. She at least expected some better treatment, the guild was part of an economic system isn't it, is this how you treat people who wish to engage in it?

"I was hoping to an appraisal test, to attain a class."

"You and every other zero." the girl sighed." The test is simple. You need to pass an aptitude test, then a corruption test, then a mana test, followed by paying a fee."

Fee, what fee, Katarina never mentioned one.

"Fee!?" She blurted out.

The receptionist girl chuckles. "Dumb zero, did you expect to move up in the world for free?"

Ilse's face flushes. The humiliation and everyone staring at her insulting whispers and snickering at her conversation.

Ilse took out the knack sack, displaying the items, she had received from Katarina, rearranging them one by one.

"Stop." The guild girl said. Ilse continued to back out. "I said stop, this is a guild hall, not market square!"

More laughter erupted from the passive crowd.

"Besides, that's barely worth ten gold, you need at least five more of those bags worth of stuff," she said dismissively shaking her head.

Ilse thought Promiscuity was everything here, perhaps she could offer someone a favor, like these season adventurers here.

She turns to stare at the present adventures, most resembled middle-aged men, one particular ugly bastard was staring at her. Practically drooling.

Shit, maybe that's not a good idea.

"So... is there anything else I can do?"

The receptionist girl, smirking briefly, wondered for a while. Then dropped her smile. "You could always delve a dungeon, teeter your life on the edge. Kick your stats up a bit, and do some jobs for little money, your survival however is not guaranteed. "

"So how do I do that?"

The girl sighed again, she took note of her name this time, a little name tag displayed on her shirt. Ellette.

"Check your stats, choose a suitable job, do the job, return to guild, profit."

Ilse started twiddling her thumbs "How do I check my stat?"

"Just say, status, and it should pop up."

She braced herself. Then said the magic words. "Status"

[Ilse -- Zero - Human

Class: Classless

Strength: 6

Dexterity: 8

Constitution: 7

Cunning: 9

Instinct: 8

Charisma: 10

Mana: 5 pl

Mana Capacity: 95%

Corruption: 1%]

Ilse stared in disappointment. She didn't expect much, but it was quite a pain to see. Even she knew as a gamer that it was incredibly mediocre.

Ellette giggled at her. "Judging by your face, it's exactly as I expected."

She showed Ilse to the guild board, the quests for absolute mooks, and the lowest common denominator. Separated from the rest of the jobs.

A few things caught her attention.

Clean sewers of rat infestations - 100 gold

Chop wood logs under lumberjack supervision, manpower needed - 500 gold

Mucorrasp ivy, collect 5 samples - 30 gold.

4. Late night service - 1500 gold

These were not suitable jobs for her. She had no idea if she could even kill a rat, how large were these rats if they were worth a hundred gold? Lumberjack, out of the question, she could barely move her prickly arms. Late-night service was expensive, but it could mean anything, she'd rather not get stolen in the middle of the night and trapped in someone's basement. Murrorrasp ivy seemed the most sensible, but what if it was poison?

Ilse plucked the piece of paper off the board. Closing her eyes, she prayed, she didn't know to who but she prayed. Mysterious plant it was.

Elette laughed at her. "Good luck, zero!"

Ilse fled the building, a sarcastic Ellete, looking at her like she was the funniest thing. Her nerves were on the edge. She pocketed the kitchen knife near her waist.

She held on to Katarina's words if she could attain a combat class, Then she'll teach Ilse the path to power. She had nothing to hold on to--she needed to do her best here and now.

Near one of the dungeon entrances, two guards stopped her. They glanced at her, barring her from entry.

"You there, zero..." The main guard said with amusement. "Where do you think you're going?"

"The dungeon..."

The other guard started laughing mockingly. "Don't be stupid, you'll die in there,"

"Look missy, how about you take up a newer profession, if it's needs you have, for example, I'm always looking for a new wife... you look delectable."

Ilse, heart started beating. It's not that they were unattractive but that she hated being controlled by others, she didn't want to subject herself to the mercy of the dominant man.

"I'm sorry, I have a paper, I'm going in," she said bowing her head.

"Are you now," the guard took note of what she was wearing. "Nice robe you have on, awfully expensive for a newbie, you got some friends in high places."

She nodded. She was sure Katarina was of a higher standard than them.

The guard opened the passageway into the dungeon.

She squeezed her way through, and the guards stared at her like they were ready to pounce on her. But they let her go.

Fear grips as she enters the unknown, there is danger behind and in front of her.

Ilse had woken up energized, revitalized her body buzzed with the effects on the transferred mana. She felt stronger, her momentary headaches were gone as were her disoriented mental fatigue.

1.9 -- Interlude 1 -- Anastacia's Dilemma ❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬

Anastasia toiled the fields, Her delicate hands laboring hard, to meet the crop quota, these blue wheat crops, which made her nauseous, were an eyesore to look at. After being "reborn" as a low-class devil she was forced to immediately go to the fields.

She had one singular horn on the right side of her head, dull and half cut off and cracked, small little stunted and useless wings, clung to her back. Something must have gone wrong with the ritual. Why else would she be stuck here in this strange world?

It seemed whatever [System] ruled this world, had it out for her.

Anastasia -- Low-Rank Devil

Class: Serf

Strength: 16

Dexterity: 18

Constitution: 16

Cunning: 18

Instinct: 17

Charisma: 20

Mana: 50 pl

Mana Capacity: 90%

Corruption: 125%

She stared at her stats, the only thing she could grow out here was her strength, she wasn't fit enough to qualify for a higher rank and was months away from a possible evolution.

"Oh Ilse, you must hate me now. If only the spell worked, we would be together forever," she took a heavy breath. "What was I thinking?"

She missed her, the love of her life, and the victim of her double death plan. The moment she she forced Ilse to end her life, played over and over in her head. All because she wanted the comfort of holding her alone.

Was she obsessed, maybe a little bit? Did she stalk her, yes but only to protect her? Did she end her life, yes, yes she did.

Who knew if Ilse was out there, she needed to know, but If's she was trapped here forever, then Il'se would be out of reach for eternity, she needed to move fast up the ladder and do whatever she could, resources, ideas, power, alliances, she'll do anything to find her lovable horny Ilse again.

She spat on the ground. Bitterness welling her mouth, the only thing she got to eat was cheap bread and stale corn cobs, maybe some wine and meat if she could afford it. But her wages here were shit, she could barely afford the rent for the month.

A man approaches her, a blue-skinned oni by the name of Aoki, her boss. He was a "manlet" standing at 4'11, she stood over him by several inches.

She switched her face to a polite one, it would hurt her standing with him if she didn't smile. She's been doing her best to seduce him for the past week, he was overly shy and easy to take advantage of but he was incredibly dense and awkward.

He came to stare at her occasionally, it made her uncomfortable, but then again, she did give him permission occasionally to touch her for fun. Therein, right now was an opportunity.

"Who's Ilse?" Aoki asked. Pacing nervously behind. He smiled at her his long horns glinting under the purplish sky.

Ilse feigned her happiness. "Oh, master aoki, just a lost love I had in my childhood, I miss her you know, it's a damn shame she wasn't reborn around here, ya know?"

"Yeah." He scratched the back of his blushing. "I wish I had a past life, that way I'd be so much smarter."

It was the horror of her situation. Most devils, demons, and other monster-folk were born here. Being reborn with memories and her former body had brought her ostracization and vile agism. Insults like over-blossomed hag would be thrown at her.

"Don't speak that way, Master Aoki, you're way smarter than you let on," she whispered. She stopped working, approaching him, holding her hands next to each other, raising her eyes overly large. Googly and shining.

"Master Aoki, I think I've done most of my quota for the day, won't you let me off for a while," she said with a minor giggle and a sultry voice. She stepped closer, making the oni walk back frightened.

"Um... you know I can't do that, I'll get in trouble if the royal castle finds out."

She lowered her head to meet him, putting her hands together and holding an invisible cylindrical object, she started sucking at the air.

His blush brightens, turning his skin purple. He starts stammering. "But... we can work something out, I guess."

"Really!" she said enthusiastically. Nearly pouncing on Aoki. "Well, you know what I'm good at~" she purred.

He was shy... but too foolish to refuse her, or maybe not. She lowered her voice, speaking sensually.

"Then please, let me help you unwind, here and now."

Aoki fell awkwardly on a nearby chair, his shoulders hunched over as Anastacia kneeled in front of him. He glanced around nervously, looking for others.

"But... Ana, what if someone spots us? The other workers, might not like it."

Ana waved him off. "So, what boss man... it's perfectly legal according to the new devil kingdoms constitution right..."

The devil kingdom was the debaucherous place, sex for fun, sex for power, sex because you can. Sex, sex, sex.

"Y-yeah..."

She worked off his belt, throwing it on the ground, and she started tickling his balls. Making him giggle.

"Haha, you're so shy, do you know that boss?" she teased.

Aoki didn't reply. He waited to be received. Mouth hanging open.

She slid his pants down completely, revealing his unusually large erection. She took it with her, stroking it lightly, then wrapped her warm sweaty lips around the cock head.

He moaned as her hot mouth moved down his blue shaft.

His hips started moving instinctively, she tightened her grip, keeping him still while taking his penis deeper into her mouth. She bopped her head up and down, her tongue swirling like she was licking a lollipop.

His back started arching off the chair, hands holding firmly against the wooden supports. He tried holding out, but it didn't take long before pulsed into Ana's mouth.

He came into her mouth with one final push, he stood up starting thrusting inside her mouth. Thick semen flooded down her tongue and into her throat, he held her head. She continued licking and sucking long after he was drained.

Aoki collapsed on the chair, breathing like he was losing his life. He looks down at her happy and amazed.

"Thank you," he uttered.

She smiles at him, wiping her mouth with glee. Knowing how easy it was to manipulate him, was an easy ticket. "My pleasure boss, so..."

"Yeah, but please don't let anyone know.."

"Of course not."

Anastasia skipped, away, a strange surge of energy welled up inside of her. She giggled as she left her "work environment." Leaving the Oni to clean himself up.

[Corruption increasing> 129%]

[Mana PL 50 > 51]

Sex was everything in the world, Mana was both a life force and a real interpretation of your strength, sexual acts raised it by a bar, every time. But it pissed her off, she hated participating in sexual acts with strangers and fools. Ilse is the only one she wants.

but neccessities were neccessities.

Anastacia made her way to leave the fields, heading for her wooden cabin. Another low-tier devil spotted her passing by, a furious expression on her face.

"You sick fuck!" she shouted, screaming like a little goblin. It was one of her colleagues at the fields, Lumi was her name, and she was more than an annoyance. "You sucked his dick again, didn't you."

The girl blew up her cheeks blushing. Stomping her bare feet on the ground.

"You sucked his dick to go off-time!"

Poor Lumi, she was even more worse off than she was. A [deviling]. A devil in all but her racial name. She didn't even have shoes, she was incredibly weak too, there were times when Anastacia just wanted to whip her with a belt just to see how she squirmed.

"What if I did, you're gonna run and tell your pathetic excuse of a female, look at you all flat across like a board."

Lumi, face turned red, and her two stumpy horns stuck out of her head, just made it all the more funny.

"You're lucky, just because I don't have a large breast, he doesn't find me attractive." Lumi approached her. "I hate you, Ana!"

Lumi started punching at Ana. Her punches were as deadly as a sponge was.

Ana slapped her across the face. Making the girl fall to the ground.

"Ow!"

In the devil kingdom, power was everything, power was god.

"Why don't you stay there, don't get up."

Ana approached her from behind, then she stepped on her, and the girl started crying in pain.

"Aargh, you bitch, get off me."

Ana stomped on her back. The girl's body jerked every time.

"Wait--"

"You have a foul mouth Lumi. Apologize and I'll get off you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she pleaded. Tears flowed from her face. Tapping on the ground.

Anastacia climbed off her. The girl crawled away, and Anastacia walked away like nothing happened. Then a piece of rock, narrowly missed her head. She dodged it, by the breadth of her neck.

Lumi scattered running into the thick fields.

Ana shook her head. She'll get her back tomorrow.

"For a 20-year-old, individual, Lumi was just absolutely pathetic."

She moved away, better not pick up any more trouble.

She opened the door to her wooden cabin, there was a newspaper slid under the door lying on the ground. She closed the door, it picked up the piper. What else could she do but read it?

She collapses on the bed, clutching the paper in her hands she flips through it. A headline on the third page, captures her attention, an advert.

Succubus auditions! Your chance to rank up into the higher levels of the devil world. Gain the blessing of the demon queens and kings, and ascend to higher heights. Audition portals can be found near your local stronghold.

Anastacia coughs. This was her chance, her opportunity to escape this hellhole of servitude, becoming a succubus, didn't feel so bad, so what if she had to suck a hundred more dicks. It's an opportunity of a lifetime.

Power, money, then sex, and finally Ilse, warm in her grasp.

Aoki, that dumb ogre, I'm going to milk him dry.

She knew he'd be too pathetic to resist, the closest stronghold was days away, and a blowjob might not be sufficient for him to leave her alone. She didn't mind, devils didn't get pregnant easily either. She'd give him the full course if he gave her a few days off and some extra money.

The journey could be dangerous, monsters lurked everywhere, and she'd want a plus one or carrier. Lumi was perfect for this role, the others were full of complications, a bit of money would shut her up, loyalty easily bought.

Anastacia closed her eyes. Vowing to evolve anything to get out of this situation. As she drifts off into sleep, she whisper's Ilse, name over and over again.

1.10 -- Dungeons

Sylvan Sink Glade looked like your run-of-the-mill forest, yet it felt completely alien compared to the city behind her. The air was thick with something translucent she couldn't make out.

There was a brief passage she had to cross along the way, that consisted of a dark tunnel like an underbrush, before giving birth to sight of this place.

Like it was a portal of some kind, apparently, all dungeons in the world were interconnected, but not all dungeons seemed to agree on where they lay in the space-time continuum.

As Ilse steps into the dungeon, the light fades into an eerie glow, and a humid smell fills her nose.

Remembering what little she could remember from Katarina's late-night advice, she immediately scanned for monsters. Anything of the offending nature.

Not that she believed she stood a sliver of a chance.

Nothing.

Still, the eerie stillness before her put her on the edge. She started moving inwards, grabbing an apple from her knapsack, she chewed on it, to soothe her growing hunger.

It was juicy, sweet, savory. When was the last time an apple tasted this good?

She focused on finding her looming task.

Mucorrasp ivy. It was supposedly useful for its antidotal properties. It had 8 edges on its leaves, coming together at a sharp point, at its tip, its roots were said to be long and spindly. The color was supposed to be bluish. Green in the fall.

Brisk walking a distance of what felt like a mile forward, stumbled upon various bushes and plants. Many of them indeed look like the aforementioned plant with subtle differences. This one was 10-edged, this was red, and the other had short stumpy roots.

It was arduous, but she did find a few, she thinks at least. They were scattered about, likely carried by the wind and the dispersing plant seeds.

She stood up, plucking another one from the ground. Its bluish leaf had touched her more than, once leaving the surrounding area on it itchy and unnerved. She threw it into the knapsack, making sure to separate her food from it.

Stepping forward, her foot landed in something really squishy. Something gelatinous and it stretched upwards into her slippers. She shivered then Looking down she froze, a faint glowing slimy creature clung to her foot, morphing and shifting inside her slipper.

"AAAAHHH!!!" she screamed, panicking, she immediately grabbed her knife, and as a gelatinous blob reformed on her shoe, she held her knife out. Ready to strike in retaliation.

But the slime didn't attack her. It had no eyes, but she felt the thing stare.

"Stay back!"

The slime, pushed deeper into her slipper, tickling her foot, squirming and clinging to her skin. She yanked the slipper off in quick succession, but the creature's body started forming small tentacles-like limbs, sending slimy tendrils, towards her pulling her tightly.

Its texture was warm, gooey, and very slick. She tried kicking it off but its stickiness and elasticity were very adaptable, she had to pull her other leg away before it held that tight too.

Its slimy tendrils started crawling up her body, expanding and expanding itself, shifting its body mass and slivering up her shivering legs. Its tentacles went up to her breasts, it's started curling around her tits. Tightening a hold around her nipples, the tendrils forming small holes, it started suckling on her.

Ilse struggled but crawled backward towards the dungeon entrance, the relentless slime gripped her weak legs tightly.

It whacked her across the head, causing her to fall to the ground. Its lower tendrils pressed against her crotch as it slithered up her thighs. It started rubbing at her pussy, the gelatinous substance slipped through her panty teasing her sensitive Area.

She struggled for a while then decided to slap the the thing.

The slimmed-down slime retracted its limbs and formed one big massive tendril swinging it around, and started slapping her with the girth of the thing in her face. Leaving wet, sticky pieces of gelatinous goo in her face.

She crawled further away, but the slime stood in her face. It readied another strike.

She scrambled to her feet, missing one of her slippers, she grabbed her knapsack and fled. Her heart was pounding as she sprinted towards the entrance.

A sharp pain stuck through her foot. A large thorn impaled she pulled it out, continuing her rush to escape it. She had enough of the plants, and she wanted to leave before the slime assaulted her.

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As she limped into the guild, with a missing shoe, and a completely disheveled appearance, she received mocking stares from the other adventurers. She retrieved the murrorasp ivy from her knapsack, putting it on the table as well as the copy of the former contract.

Ellete, put her earnings firmly on the counter, exactly 21 gold-- not even half of what she required.

"Impressive haul, for a zero." Ellete smiled smugly at her, teasing almost. " I couldn't help but notice, that your other shoe is missing, what happened, you got robbed by another beggar."

Ilse shook her head in embarrassment, the events of the encounter still weighing on her mind. "N-no, a slime attacked me."

"And you killed it?" Her eyes widened.

She shook her head. "I thought it was sentient, you know? So I didn't"

Ellete giggled. "Silly zero, slimes barely have animal-level intelligence, you got bullied by an overgrown amoeba."

Ilse scratched her head. It really was embarrassing then.

"21 gold, it's not much, guess you'll have to go back to delving in the deep dark dungeon."

It occurred to me, that it was getting late, she'd wasted enough time stumbling just to find the rooted plant, and by the time she returned, it would be evening.

Ilse is gripped by the sudden realization that without Katarina here, she was essentially homeless, she'd have to sleep on the streets.

"What's the average inn rate around here?" she asked nervously.

Ellete stared her down. "A cheap place, a night, maybe 15 gold? I think.

You should probably ask at an Inn and not a guild receptionist, idiot..." she blurted out her tongue for no reason. "By the looks of it, you'll have that money by next week. Happy hunting."

She waved a little goodbye.

Heavy footsteps, drummed next to Ilse. A very large but unattractive man leered at her lecherously. Practically drooled like a dumb oaf.

"Young missy, you can stay at my place for the night..." he gave her a cunning smile, she knew what his attention was. "I've got whatever you need and want. Food, jewelry, maybe even some money."

"N-no... thank you sir, I... have to decline..."

The man waved her off, and walked away, half annoyed.

She turned to leave, looks like she had no choice then. She'd have to do two jobs to keep up the pace, which reminded her that more money, meant more problems, she needed to eat too.

How long will Katarina's rations last her, a day, maybe three?

"Damn it."

As she walks away. Ellete called out to her. "Come here real quick zero!"

She turned reluctantly, she didn't want to be in Ellete's presence longer than Ellete could stand her, all she got from her was insults. And she didn't want to be rude to a representative of the guild....

"You look like you need a bath, the average inn, asks extra for such services rendered," Ellete, said with confidence, her eyes gazing at her barefoot, Ilse became shy, half wanting to hide her exposed foot. "Are you.. willing to do some dirty work, Zero?"

Ilse raised a brow, was it another one of those "offers"? And did it involve lecherous ogres such as the man who stared at her just now? She supposed it depends.

Ellette's face turned over reddish. She became overly nice. "i-I'd like to ease the pains of my Job, I require an... assistant after work. If you'll help me out, I could help you in return."

She kept staring at Ilse barefoot, with a wide smile. "You could really use a cleaning."

Ilse was torn, partially humiliated, and aroused. Ellete was attractive but her meandering personality was repulsive. But, what other choice did she have?

Ilse stared at Ellete, conflicted but, in need. "My name isn't Zero, it's Ilse."

1.11 -- Fetishes ❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬

Stop! before you read further. This particular chapter contains some fetish content, Foot, and some light BDSM action. If one or the other's scares you, please skip the chapter. (Especially the grippers.) I promise it won't be a recurring norm or theme in a story. I just wanted to explore some kinky stuff with different characters. Now, the story is tagged as Futanari. And yet you've only seen it in two chapters. I promise the protagonist will embrace the eventual path of using a dick further down the line. But... I want to take it slow at first. If you'll bear with me.

Ellete was barely above her in terms of social rank--she was a level one, so to speak, barely a step above being a zero. And yet she treated Ilse like dirt was trampled underneath her shoe. Her words were always directed at her, whether it was her mild shyness or some unobservable insecurity.

Her stare could cut glass if she willed it, and yet here she was... dragging her to her apartment.

Was this a mistake?

She wasn't going to lie, she was curious about what exactly she wanted. Though the answer seemed obvious, what else do you need an assistant in sex limbo for? Either way, she was ready, calm, unless Ellete was going to pull out a massive girl cock, she had nothing to worry about.

The door to the apartment had cracked open, revealing a comfortable and cozy place with a heavy botanic motif. It seemed hardly a place for Ellete, but perhaps she was judging off first impressional perspectives. A Floral curtain lets the late afternoon light spill in, warm and comfy. Their bookshelves at the edge of the living room, curated and trimmed vines, flowed along the edges of the wooden framing. Flowers potted and jarred were everywhere, the smell you'd expect from an outdoor garden was trapped inside the apartment.

"You've lots of flowers, Ellete, I find them quite beautiful and pleasant."

"I do," she whispered, then her petite arms pushed her inside the apartment.

"oof--"

Ilse was pushed inside abruptly, stumbling forward, Ellete closed the door and locked it.

Ellete smiled shyly, her back pressed against the door.

Ilse's heart started accelerating. "There's no reason to lock the door so early is there."

Ellete, hands stayed behind her back, fiddling with her thumbs, she looked away half embarrassed. "I... I don't want us to be disturbed, my neighbors can be a problem."

Now her patience was wearing thin. It would be much better if Ellete just said what exactly she wanted from her.

Ilse leaned against a table, putting her knapsack down. She crossed her arms.

"W-well, Did you bring me here to fuck?" she asked with a slight blush. Staring at Ellete's petite frame. "What happened to the faux aggression you had earlier."

Ellete didn't answer, she just looked away, bowing her head.

"I'm scared," She stepped closer, cheeks redder than apples. "That if I tell you'll... you'll walk away, like others did."

Ilse didn't know what to do. Unless it was another, till death do us part situation, then she had no reason to worry.

"I have kinks, they're pretty tame I reckon, but still kinda taboo for most people." her face contorted like she had to force it out of her mouth.

Oh, that simplifies things then. She'll do whatever bar, the total unhygienic.

"Well, you did agree, earlier, do you still want to, you gotta say yes, or I'll have to boot you out." she frowned and pouted her lips.

"Okay, Ellete, we can do whatever, I guess."

Ellete became slightly frantic, she pushed Ilse towards her bedroom. And with a heavy shove threw Ilse onto the bed, the auburn-haired girl stared at Ellete, with uncertainty. Blue eyes locking uncertainty.

Ellet sunk to her knees with a fell swoop, crawling toward a sitting Ilse--cautious but like a prey beast, uncertain if she should pursue, slowly.

Her knees grazed her wooden floor, as she prostrated herself even further. Her back arching like a stretching cat, her blouse giving way to exposing more of her skin. Her face was locked on Ilse's barefoot, and the other with her only slipper.

Her fingers took the slipper, sliding it out with staggered and deliberate movement. Revealing her foot bare and naked.

"Can I lick it?" she asked, frightened.

She had a foot fetish, then it... wasn't that weird. Feet could be attractive to Ilse under the circumstances of course.

Ilse caught her breath. She nodded. She was partially curious,

[Corruption] started stirring.

Ellete pressed the soles of Ilse's feet against her cheeks and closed her eyes, inhaling her sweaty scent. As she started massaging the soles of both of her feet. It was relaxing, and yet sensual sending electric tingles down her spine.

Ellete's lips parted way, her tongue pressed forward as she ran it between Ilse's big toe. Ilse's nerves alight, as Ellete's wet tongue, traveled from toe to toe, licking in between, nibbling on her toenails. She shoved Ilse's toes into her mouth, suckling on them, leaving them wet and ticklish.

Alternating, and her head bopping along as she took them in all at once.

She turned to the other foot, bringing up tongue up her heel, as she moaned along. Ilse stared in silence, amused, almost aroused.

Ilse's hand slid between her weak robe, pressing two fingers into her crotch, rubbing slowly as she kept pace with Ellete licking at her feet.

Her fingers slip inside, pressing inwards and she starts masturbating.

Ellete pulled back, her lips wide and slick, pupils dilated. She crawls higher up Ilse's foot, trailing wet saliva past her ankle, she kisses up her calf, leaving her thigh wet and marked by her mouth.

She stopped in front of Ilse's core, taking off her undergarments, her left arm still cradling and massaging her toes. Ilse hastened the process, letting now wet cloth disappear. Ellete pushed her face in the rough and eager, sloppy tongue.

Ilse's eyes flew open, as her tongue parted between her folds, sensitive and above all else intimate. She arched her body backward, clinging to the sides of the bed.

Her tongue started exploring, lapping inside and out. Her body tenses in anticipation. Her toes curling in response, she's unable to hold back as a wave crashes over her. She cries out in a moan. Her thigh muscles tightening along Ellete's face, were still digging in.

What a freak!

Ilse pulled back. Then Ellete turned away, sharply wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand.

"Your mana feels warm," she whispered. "intoxicating"

The statement put her off guard, did mana naturally enhance the secretions of cum in this world. Is that how the manner was transferred?

Ellete smiled at her. Then her softness disappeared again.

She hastily runs towards a drawer and then pulls out a light leather whip, her breath ragging. She shoved it into Ilse's hands, her eyes dark, with submission.

"You're too passive," she sneers. Ilse was taken aback, did she want her to be more dominant."Make me beg, please"

If that's what she wanted.

She lets the moment take her in whole, she slaps Ellete across the face, making her moan in a pleasurable response.

For a one, she sure fell simply.

Ellete gasped, and yet it didn't come from the slap.

"Hit me, harder Ilse," she moaned. Voice dripping with total submission and yet defying Ilse's weak domination.

Ilse brought the whip down, bringing it down with force. A disturbed glint in her eyes. The lash cracked across Ellete's pale buttocks, drawing a red vivid line on her ass.

She cried out, against the pain, with a hint of pleasure as she arched instinctively.

"More, more, more," she begged, her eyes locking with Ilse's with a dark intensity. "Hit me, please, punish me."

Ilse didn't hold back, every subsequent whip slapped her ass made Ellete beg for more. Her butt jiggled in response, elevating enough for Ilse to see her pussy tingle. It wasn't the first time Ilse engaged in an act like this but the first she had to play the other role.

Their dance of submission and dominance continued for a while.

Ellete's skin bloomed blood red, her arousal had reached its peak before Ilse took the initiative and fingered her down, making her orgasm climax on the floor.

Ilse grew tired, she let the whip fall to the ground.

"Is that enough?" she whispers, her voice thick with adrenaline.

Ellete didn't answer, she stood, stripping what was left of her partial nudity. She stepped forward and pushed Ilse onto the floor, their roles switching in an instant.

She planted her foot on Ilse's face, pressing hard against her cheeks. She pivoted with her foot forcing her toes down Ilse's mouth.

"My turn!" she commanded, voice low. Clean my dirty feet..."

Ilse hesitated, then she leaned in, eagerly.

Her tongue traced across Ellete's soft heel, tasting salt and sweat, and the faint trace of a worn-out sock.

It was humiliating, embarrassing to an extent, but hot--above all else... It made her crave more.

1.12 -- Downstream

Ilse headed back into the dungeon, wearing some borrowed clothing and shoes she retrieved from her temporary 'roommate.' The cute and moody receptionist had vehemently refused to lend her a cent but was kind enough to share food and living space with her.

Which had its drawbacks. Elette had spontaneous mood swings, and it took a half hour to convince, her that no, she didn't want to participate in sexual activities first thing in the morning.

And while her mana was at an all-time high, her corruption eased. Orgasm after orgasm made her physically tired and drained her lust. She didn't mind if Ellete wanted to nibble on the lower parts of her leg, but she couldn't deal with excessive lashing. Ilse's butt and ribs were still sore after Ellete had decided to play the dominatrix twice.

Their stay together couldn't be long term, unless she wants to come out as red as tomato paste. One good thing that came out of the exchange is that some of her stats adapted to her ordeal.

She was a little stronger, but apparently, mana pl in the hundreds was uncommon and for a god-level individual in the thousands. It was going to get harder as she grew.

MANA: [5] > [7]

CONSTITUTION: [8] > [9]

CHARISMA: [10] > [11]

The sting of poverty hurts. She missed the days of slobbering greasy pizza in her mouth chugging expensive beer, and pleasuring herself to mass-produce amateur AVs.

Oh god. She missed her porn, her vibrator. Sex was easy here, but it was dangerous. Zero's often disappeared from the street, only to be seen months again, emerging from some adventure's home. Broken.

She shook her mind off the matter. It was time to hunt some mindless blobs.

It wasn't long before Ilse found a small one roaming around. It stood still, eating some half-digested, animals whose bones stuck out, it looked very much like premature bird bones.

She took her knife, readied the blade, and struck it in its center. It split just as she nearly pierced its core, splitting into two. The slimes maneuvered around, she took a step back as the double-halved slimes, bounced towards her with quick aggression. She struck it again, cleaving it in the middle. It split again, leaving her with three to fight.

Ellete had given her some advice. They could only split a few times, depending on their masses. It would take two or three more cleavings or a swift strucking to the core.

Did their core split too, did it become smaller? If the damage was insufficient.

Tendrils flailed at her, she sliced it all away, it was too slow for her.

The closest slime split apart, leaving a slime piece as small as her fist, its mass was too unstable, and it melted into the ground.

Those that hadn't gone extreme mitosis. Bummed with energy. They assaulted her mercilessly, swarming her like a hive of predators.

One had slipped underneath her new robe, its slimy tendril slick and cold wiggling up her thigh, touching against her crotch. -- she jumped in visceral shock and disgust. Screaming but was involuntarily aroused.

She ripped it off with her bare hands, leaving her hands full of sticky residue.

She stomped the creature with her soft boots, she got from Ellete, crushing the invasive creature.

Strangely it didn't split.

Was the knife the weakness?

"Fuck me!" she swore. She was going to have to stomp them each manually, it was going to ruin the robe she was given. Elette was going to kill her or tickle her to death.

As if in response to her words, they all shot out tentacle veins. But... they were too diluted to hold her. She smashed one of the others, stomping them. Leaving very small mana stones, dropping from the gelatinous residue.

Were they truly mindless? Was there some kind of karmic system that was going to punish for killing a harmless slime?

She picked it up but was reluctant to put the mana stones In her knapsack. Instead, dragging it with her. There was a nearby river where she could wash herself. If no one was watching her. Which would 10 to one not happen?

She pranced to the river, her speed impeded by the slimy gunk. She was curious as to what it tasted like, but refrained from testing, just in case it was poisonous. If she could find a way, to live in the dungeon, she needn't worry about accommodation and favors. Not that Ellete couldn't be fun, she just wanted her own space.

She undresses herself, displaying her round breasts, to the open forest, her crotch was surprisingly and swiftly smeared with the gunky material.

She climbed straight into the river, ass naked.

The water was cool, and cold. It soothed her fraying nerves. It filled the ends of her skin, given her goosebumps, the heat disappeared, and so did the stress momentarily. She drifted into the water, enjoying the sensation.

Ellete.

Did she make the right choice following her home. She could always have taken the fat ugly man's offer, she was just concerned that Ellete would clung to her. Judging by her reactions, No one had engaged with Ellete in that manner before. It was a clumsy play, it was cringy but it was cute.

Ilse sighed. It was the second bath for the day, but how was she going to explain the clothes?

Something caught the rim of her eye. Under a tree, she noticed a hooded figure standing on the riverbank. She instinctively hid her breats, and floated towards the bank of the river, not turning her bank.

She recognized the face of the newcomer. It was her. Her striking eyes were too familiar. The girl she had approached attacked her on instinct. Spat at her and called her a useless zero. And yet, it looked like she wasn't far from being an apple of the tree either.

The girl pivots, motioning across the river, walking through, a knife at her side. They stared each other down, neither moving. She walked again, her eyes dismissive. Ilse notice plant like mineral in her arms.

Was she delving too?

Then she shifted, hopping towards her knapsack, snatching Ilse's mana cores off the ground in quick succession.

Ilse froze. Then he exploded, and she dove out of the river into the wet sand, sprinting after the thief, still completely wet and wholly naked.

Desperate, she gave a breathless chase, and then she fell on the forested path, giving up. The girl was much faster, she had disappeared into the entrance. Ilse's body burned, he struggled to breathe, and her ribs burnt like hell.

She stopped.

She turned back to the river. Tripping and falling along the way, her shins scraping against the rough ground, her body ached, and she was left at the short end of the stick again.

She fell to her knees, and she screamed, pulling out her hair.

"AAAAAAAA!!!!!"

She rolled over, naked, sunlight penetrating her crotch.

"Stupid bitch, I'm going to get you!"

No one could hear her, bar the wandering slimes of course. It was the second time she had been left at her mercy.

Ilse sighed, and she got up. Brushing dirt off her body. Returning to the river.

"Time to find another slime," as she marches back into the jungle.

1.13 -- Territory

Ilse had gotten a hang of the base area of the dungeon entrance, she barely saw other zeroes delving into the Sylvan Glade. She had spent the last two days doing her best to hunt down slimes for dungeon cores.

Ellete had briefly exchanged it into some gold at the guild, though Ilse required a bit more to participate in the big looming test. A lot more, Ilse, against her own better judgement had been advised by Ilse to instead buy some better gear, her dagger has started growing rusty.

She purchased an iron sword from the guild's arsenal, it was cheap, at least according to Ellete, it was functional and unremarkable, but did the job all the same. It had left her with nothing but 15 gold, All she had left would be for food. Although Ellete led her to sleep in her apartment and allowed her to raid her pantry. She needed to start taking higher risks, more dangerous jobs.

Plants wouldn't cut it, the distance was too much of a problem, and the plant mass made her back hurt, not to mention slimes were growing tedious and too much of a hassle to clean up ever.

Ellete had advised her against taking the Class advancement test too early, that because her mana level was too weak and her corruption too unstable and fluctuating. It would be better to wait it out for a week or so.

Her stats had momentarily been raised, though she was a far cry from where she wanted to be.

Strength: [6] > [8]

Dexterity: [8] > [9]

Mana: [7] > [10]

Whether it was the result of their sexual encounters. Or the cleaving of wild beasts, she had decided that she needed to take some time away from Ellete. The girl's mood was impatient and aggressive today, her insults sharper than blade edge, her flirtatious commentary slipping through with passive aggression. She threatened to take the day off to engage in scissoring, teasing Ilse with the proposition of more sex, licking, and whipping.

She even went as far as to buy a new magical dildo she displayed with shameful arrogance.

Ilse had declined, too much of the same thing drove her insane. Ellete responded by calling her a "party pooper," then made an offhand, crude joke about wanting to stick it up her ass--half-jesting, half-serious.

She veered into the deep dungeon's undergrowth again, looking for an odd trinket, maybe some lost treasure, just a day with her and the slimes. Of course, she wouldn't tell anyone what she's been doing with their tendrils.

As she strayed off the beaten path under a forest clearing she stumbled upon an unexpected site. There beyond, the hidden foliage was a male adventure--alone, his pants down, shameless gripping his erect penis, up and down, furiously masturbating.

She was both shocked and excited and a strange sense of curiosity loomed over. She's never seen anyone do such a thing out here.

He didn't seem to notice her, as he continued with his lewd act, Sweat glistened off his face, and there were feint signs of purplish veins on his body.

Corruption perhaps.

She struggled to tear away her eyes, from the unexpected spectacle. Her own hand lowers towards her crotch, slowly rubbing her clit through the robe.

She could take advantage of this a favor for a favor. Would he be open to that, however? He was cutey like the delivery man had been before he ghosted her without taking a tip for her pizza. It would be depraved but it excited her all the same, slobbering his cock in her mouth. Drinking his mana, for pleasure and a need.

She approached her sword and her rucksack, making a ruckus as she appeared from the treeline.

"Hey there!" she announces.

He jumps up, ashamed, his hands covering up his cock with antsy and frantic maneuvers, he tries walking away from her.

"Don't be afraid, or even shy" she shouted. "I want to help you with your problem."

Her teasing did her no favours, he backed away all the same. She approached at any rate, loosening her robes, touching her lips.

He stops, the message is clear, he looks around and then mutely stares at her in anticipation.

Suddenly from behind, her nemesis appeared from nowhere, knocking her over, her face landing into a leaf pile.

"He's mine! Get lost!"

She drew her blade, threatening Ilse. Ilse rolled over, stood up, and drew her iron sword. The adventurer confused and startled bolts, leaving his pants behind, and disappearing into the treeline, the last thing Ilse saw was a generous long cock shrinking severely, his arousal gone.

"You!" she shouted at the girl. "This the third time you've fucked me over for no reason, what the fuck is your problem."

Goldilocks, snarled at her. "You're in my territory noob," She was territorial it seemed, and yet nothing from her screamed that she was anything above a zero. "This world isn't fair, and I'm taking what's mine, you just had to put your filthy hands on me that's why I hit you. Your stones? You shouldn't have left it on the ground. That dude, you scared off, I needed his mana, you were too slow.

Ilse grew angrier, he didn't escape because of Ilse but because Goldilocks had to initiate a fight.

Her rival's dagger met her sword, Ilse's Iron sword provided a strength advantage but was pushed down by her precise strikes. Ilse threw her sword down, she wasn't good at fighting with a long sword yet, but knives, she didn't fear them, it's how she died.

She tackled the girl, holding her dagger down with both her hands. Goldilocks hit her in the face over and over. With a heavy, slap in the face, she disoriented her attacker, who looked surprised for a moment, she yanked the blade away.

Dirt mixed with traces of blood, their sweaty bodies, colliding with each other's, Ilse dug her nails into her flesh, they both becoming ragged and tired out.

Ilse refused to let past humiliations be the end of this-she refused to be overpowered and outplayed again. She channeled her pent-up frustration and landed a brutal punch in her face, knocking the girl senseless. She lay still, and Ilse got a good look at her.

She was beautiful all things considered, with golden blonde hair and sharp green eyes.

Ilse slapped her hard once over the face. The girl crumpled, trembling, her tough facade shattered into pieces as she started to bawl uncontrollably--sobbing raw, holding her face.

Ilse stood over her, she was victorious, but this victory wasn't earned. She felt hollow, was this necessary. She watched as the blond stood up sniffling, carrying her dagger, stumbling away.

"I hate this place, I hate it." muttering, as the tiers flow. "I hate it..."

Ilse looked in the direction of the masturbating adventurer, he was long, and there was no way of reaping the rewards of that.

She stares back at her defeated nemesis, crying as she carries herself away. She half wanted to reach out to reconcile, take her by the arms, cradle and comfort her but... she didn't; she simply stared.

Victory didn't taste so good.

1.14 -- Milktart ❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎

Ellete's apartment smelled of warm buttery pastries, excessive cinnamon, wet sugar, and warm milk. She bent over to pull the pastries out of her wooden stove, her buttocks shaped into a nice, observable circumference. The warm milk tart, crusted and brown on the edges, was pulled from her wooden oven.

"You can bake?" Ilse expressed her surprise. Ellete working her breath, leaned against the counter, proud of her own work.

"I... I like to clear my head this way," Ellete said, softly, she immediately went to cutting out a slice, Then gave it over to Ilse, who took it greedily.

Ilse sat by the window, and indulged herself, diving into the creamy tart, with glee, it melted on her tongue, and before she knew it, she was halfway done.

"Woah there... is it not hot?" Ellete asked, concerned.

Ilse with a mouthful of half-chewed food, spoke. "Iffs rally gud" She mumbled.

Ellete smiled.

"Glad you enjoyed it," Ellete gave her a thorough smirk."By the way, I added my titty milk."

Ilse choked mid-bite, nearly toppling over. She hit her chest not knowing whether to swallow to spit it out.

"Relax, It was a joke," Ellete chuckles, you're so silly, zero, licking a bit of cream off her spoon. "But if you wanted it..." She lifted her shirt, freeing her breasts, bare and teasing Ilse with a lazy grin.

"Ellete, I swear it's way too early for your weird antics--" Ilse groans, swatting at her.

They had gotten more than acquainted over the last few days, bar the lesbian sex, of course, that was a different struggle to bring up, but everyone had to pay a price. Who was Ilse to complain?

Between bites, Ellete asks, "So, what was yesterday like?"

Ilse raised a brow.

"The dungeon I mean?"

Ilse rolled her eyes. "I ran into the same girl again, she's a crazy bitch, to put it nicely." Ilse giggled. "I... I had a 'target' in sight. She prevented me from claiming my prize, tackled me to the ground and we duked it out with bites, hair pulling, and a few slaps."

"Well, did you give her a mean spanking?" Ellete jested.

"I did, and..." she took a heavy breath. "I feel bad for her, she didn't seem all that there, I'm sure she's going through a hard time."

"Hmmm, I've seen a few times around, but not our guild" Ellete tilts her head. "Though I heard from the neighboring guild employees that she keeps failing her class tests."

Ilse frowns. "Failing what?"

"The advancement exam. Zero to one"

Ellete stretches lazily, leaning back in her chair, her shirt slipping off awkwardly on one shoulder. "She's taken it twice already. Unusual. If you fail once, fine. Twice? The system must hate you. Most zeroes just accept the fate the system gives them, not her I guess."

Ilse became curious, what if she's next in line for failing, she'd hate to end up feral and bitchy. Much less being petty enough to harass normal people. Who was she kidding, nothing here was normal.

"What happens, if you fuck up the exam?" Ilse played with her fork, squeezing out the cream from the base of the tart.

Ellete played with her dangling hair strands, "Well, the system changes its perception of you. Until you succeed, every time it's treating you with different parameters, fail too much and you'll find yourself in a rabbit hole you can't get out. It's how most of these zeroes end up, they get classes assigned to them, 'serf' classes so to speak."

So basically I need to work my ass off or I'll end up being someone's domestic or labor worker.

"Typically, you might get a different class maybe something good like a farmer, but cleaner and waiter isn't exactly fun."

Ilse blinks. If a karmic wheel decided how good your life would be. "That's kind of terrifying, is there a limit on how many advancement exams one can do?"

"Ah, uh." Ellete shook her head. "But the system will start charging you more, and make it more demanding every time."

Sounded like gambling with extra steps

Ellete licks the last of her plate clean, sighing in satisfaction. "Imagine failing so many times you end up as nothing. Which by the way, should you fail Ilse-dear, you're always welcome to be my... personal servant" She said smugly, with the tip of her tongue teasing.

Ilse frowns, suddenly uneasy.

When the tart had disappeared, their plates sat vacant and dirty at the dining table. Ilse leaned against the wall staring at the city lights, Erytheim, would be beautiful if wasn't such a disgusting place. Moonlight spilled through, lighting up the apartment.

Ellete stepped behind her, arms slowly draping around Ilse's waist, sending tingles down her spine. Her breath was warm, she turned flirty again.

"Are you okay?" Ellete hummed.

Ilse shook her head. "Look Ellete, I'm thankful for the hospital and the... sex, but... we can't take it too far, we can't be a thing."

Ellete started nibbling on her neck, whispering "What are you talking about... we had a mutual agreement, I just want my part of the deal." Ilse shifted her neck, letting her do what she wanted.

She sighed. "I'm fine, this place is so fucked up."

[Corruption rising. 11.830%]

"I know that look," she said, as she started licking behind Ilse's ears. "What do you say?"

Ilse felt a faint itch spread below her skin, creeping toward her crotch, warm. She shifted, moving her face away, turning her body, and bared herself against the window.

Ellete took note. Her fingers brushed against Ilse's again.

"If we fuck here, everyone can see that, does that excite you?" Ellete whispered.

It did not.

"You're building up again," Ellete hums knowingly.

Ilse exhales. "It's kind of your fault, you bully, but Yeah."

"You know what helps," Ellete smirks, pressing against Ilse's back, her voice soft and low.

Ellete pushed her towards the bed. It was what Ellete wanted most, whereas Ilse saw it as transactional, and Elette was starting to get attached. Too attached.

The bed sheets glided against Ilse's cool flushed skin, she lay with her back on the mattress, and a gasp escaped her lips. When ELlete withdrew a [Magical dildo] from her cupboards, it was lifelike, resembling a real penis, and had a pulsating dickhead at the top.

"You're utterly ridiculous," Ilse murmurs, but her voice wavers as Ellette gently guides her hand toward the magical toy. "Where'd you get that thing?"

Ilse braced herself.

Ellete's eyes gleamed with mischief and aggression as she held it in her hand. Ilse parted her legs, vulnerable and in need. "Just... fuck me already," Ilse said, voice low.

Ellete trailed the dildo along Ilse's quivering thigh and then with deliberate slowness, squeezed against her pussy, drawing on every shudder or grasp, Ilse could let out.

"I love touching you and making you squirm my silly zero." Ellete purred.

"Stop... teasing... me" Ilse whined, Waiting for Ellete to start. She was becoming desperate and with desperation came corruption.

Elite pressed inside, firmly sinking it deep into her vagina. Ilse gasped louder, and arched sharply, her back curving. The dildo with its enchantments, throbbed inside of her. As Ellete started thrusting in and out.

"mmhmm."

"Ilse, you naughty thing.." She panted, biting her lip. She pressed harder, her shocking thrust dazed Ilse from underneath, it didn't take long for her to reach her climax, causing her limbs to tremble, as the magical thing seemed to thrust on its own.

Ellete pulled her hands away, amused.

"Ellete stop it!" Ilse moaned.

"In a moment."

The aftershocks of her climax faded, and then she went limp, the magic dildo sliding out. Ilse took it before Ellete could get a hold of it. Ellete backed away, back against the footrest of the bed. She formed a guard with her limbs and bared herself.

"I'm going to do you way worse," Ilse said smiling mischievously. Ellete flopped her legs down the bed, backing away against the wall. She looked at Ilse with a mix of affection and submission. "I'm afraid you'll have to catch me first."

Ilse lunged at her, and she giggled, as she was pulled closer, and thrown on the bed, back facing the top, Ilse pushed the pulsating dildo inside of Ellete. Ellete grabbed a pillow, holding it tight as Ilse penetrated her from behind. "Enjoy it you slut."

"ah," she moaned. "Say it again."

"Ellete, you're a dirty slut."

Despite participating in debauchery, Ilse couldn't shake her mind of the next day, she planned on taking the Exam as soon as possible. That way, her libido could get a break, she did not want to get attached to Ellete not after what happened last time.

Anastacia had gone nuts. Ellete thought she was her lover. She wasn't.

Ilse sped up, her hands going to work, in and out. Enjoying the moment. The system, the exams, the corruption--all of it can wait.

For now, there's just this.

1.15 -- Mana-feeding ❤︎‬‪‪

Ilse had finally attained enough gold to participate in the class examination. Though it should feel like a Victory, it all honestly felt like it would be the start of more dread. Though there were no stats restrictions that would bar her from attaining, a class. Vague recommendations implied that one should be relatively stronger if one wishes to get a more appropriate class of deterministic choice.

But how could she prepare for such a vague test? What did preparation mean in this case? The other girl, whom she now saw as a rival, had at least failed twice, rejecting whatever the system offered her, which turned things upside down.

This world was beyond messed up. She's fought monsters from day 2, fucked two different women just so her veins could keep running. Yet, it only made her feel more untethered, drifting away from a grounded reality. Like this place was one big fucking fever dream, and she was ready to stop everything.

She dug into her knapsack, pulling out a gold coin, uniform and unremarkable, the back side had a tower on it, a landmark of sorts. The front had a woman, hair lifted in a ponytail, a sword in front of her face, some kind of important figure. She traced its edges, feeling its weight in her hands. She spun it in the air. It spiraled out of control, she waited eagerly for the landing.

Heads, and she leaves immediately. Tails and she toils half her day in the dungeon, Maybe climbing in a bush somewhere, and anxiously masturbating her stress away.

Ting!

The coin fell on its back. She breathed out a sigh.

Perhaps she should find slime to play with, she wasn't as disgusted now, and their tentacles, made her feel good under the circumstances, who could judge her for it?

As she made her way into the Sylvan dungeon, she took a deep note of her surroundings, it had changed every day. It appeared to have rained recently, a pity, she would have loved to see rain in a dungeon, just let it drip on her, as she wallowed in past life regrets.

The was thick with damp dirt and tree leaves, Wet stones everywhere, and in the distance, some minor thing was rotting in the rain. Not too unpleasant from afar. She didn't plan on investigating.

She walked halfway towards the familiar river, its position altered and distorted by several degrees and erosion caused by torrenting water.

She passes a small cavern along the way. Inside a feint light glowed in the dark, fungi-like flora present, casted unnatural shadows in the small cave. She stuck her head inside, kneeling as she plucked out an overgrown mushroom, putting it between her fingers--Smelling, it was soft and sweet like overripe fruit.

She knew not to eat bright-colored plants and even some animals understood this principle. Yet for whatever reason Ilse was curious.

She took a bite out of it. Chewing slowly, and then swallowing.

"Sour as fuck." she reeled, her face contorting horribly, she started coughing. Then her vision doubled over, crossed between two realms, and all the color she saw fainted, and then color exploded randomly and shifted widely.

She was moving, on her own, not of her own accord. She struggled to become lucid, she was aware of her surroundings, but simultaneously not able to perceive it. She fell over, lurching, sipping on something.

Her eyes shut and fluttered open. and then... she found herself at the footing of the river, desperately clinging to her rucksack.

"What the fuck." she shouted. It was hallucinogenic, and Ilse found out the wrong way."I'm fucking stupid."

She should have known, curiosity has killed her once.

Yep, I'm going to date a mentally unstable and awkward occult gothic girl, it's not like she planned on killing me or anything.

She sighed. "I'm really fucking stupid."

Then her mind lingered. Anastacia, love of my not life, used to be a fire that lit my loins, then you went fucking crazy.

There was a chance, that she could be out here, looking for her. Searching for her, unfortunately wherever the voice of that black void had taken her. It was far away from her. Still, there was a possibility.

She recalled a memory of her first time with Anastacia, she seemed so innocent and sweet, up until Ilse spread her legs. Their bodies had intertwined, moaning desperately and her skin, so soft had clung to her. She had ravaged her for hours and from there on she became obsessive, clingy, and possessive.

Was I ever really in control? Probably not.

Arousal greeted her and she bit her finger, why did it bother her so much? Like a sickness, why did she long for her murderer, it was messed up and twisted. It filled a hollowness in her, imagining seeing her again, slamming her, dominating her.

She shook her head.

It was this place, that corrupted her. The longer she dwelled here without purpose, the dungeon would take a piece of her.

She set her mind straight. If hedonism was the only way to get by she was going to make the most of it. First, she wanted her class, then she wanted that Futanari skill Katarina possessed. If she was stuck here, she was going to enjoy every moment, of it. The thought of dicking down whoever was exciting.

Ilse walked on.

Then a sharp blood-curdling scream shook her.

Raw, primal.

It sounded vaguely female. In need of the distress.

She moved, and before she could even decide whether to fall back, her sword gripped in her arm, she sped across damp earth, her breath sharp.

Ilse pushed through a clearing--there beyond the bushes. A mysterious wolf cornered a girl, it; its mane was purplish, and webbed streaks ran down the beast's purple eyes.

The person on the ground was none other than the nuisance, which had attacked twice and stolen from her once.

Ilse could just leave her.

That would be wrong.

She had morals.

The hooded girl's weapon lay shattered on the ground, her body weak, she had crawled up towards the stump of a tree. She was breathing raggedly, her braided golden hair clung to her neck. The wolf lunged at her.

Ilse moved on reflex, she'd never fought one before, but she couldn't afford to be idle.

She jammed her blade into the beast's side, it staggered, then bared its teeth at her. Biting the air in succession, she jumped back, startled. She tried pulling her blade out but it was stuck into its muscle. The wolf thrashed wildly. The blade refused to budge.

It came at her, and she was ill-prepared. It slashed her across the chest, her fabric tearing open, blood spilled from her stomach, and her chest. Just some scratches, no gashes. But it sent her tits flopping freely.

A knife flew into its neck originating from the injured girl.

The beast collapsed suddenly, a large mana crystal falling from its body, it lay dead.

The hooded girl scrambled--not to steal from Ilse, but she grabbed the crystal, holding it tight to her robe.

Their eyes made contact.

Her hood fell off--revealing her braided golden hair again, and her piercing green eyes, she looked wild, desperate, and unhinged.

Her tunic was torn, but her wounds ran deeper, she lay naked on the ground cornered. She hid her petite breasts from Ilse. Not out of modesty but pure vulnerability. There was a small cut on her lip and she licked the blood off it.

Ilse who was partially bleeding as well, sat next to her, wincing at the pain that came from her stomach. "I'm not here to fight."

The girl spits in her face. "Just stay away from me!"

Ilse wiped her cheek and exhaled. This again.

She'd be offended, livid, back home. But here circumstances were different.

"Why? Tell me why you're so aggressive?"

The girl glares, voice hoarse, shaking. "You're just like everyone else--selfish. I just want to survive. I just want to get by! I'll do anything!"

Ilse doesn't argue. She knows that feeling. Despite their past, she didn't want to hurt her. She could, she was more than vulnerable, Ilse wagered in her current state, she was completely at her mercy.

Instead, she offers: "Help me, and I'll help you." A beat of silence. "What's your name?"

She was hesitant. Calculating a response, deciding whether Ilse was trustworthy.

Then, she spoke. "K-kassandra."

Ilse took note of the dark tendrils that were forming on her skin, at the edge of her body bleeding into paper. Corruption. Eating at her, slow but nonetheless.

It was time to make a choice, She knew she shouldn't be giving it out so freely but--caring for others she enjoyed it. Mana could travel anywhere as long as there was a sliver of sexual intimacy.

She pulled off the top of her ruined shirt, exposing her breasts, round and fully cupped. "Take what you need. You're corrupted."

Kassandra flinched, her pride held her back, but desperation was stronger.

She leaned forward. Then her lips took to Ilse's nipples into her mouth. She started suckling on her breasts, hesitant, but tentatively and from a distance. Ilse pulled her closer making Kasandra shudder, as she tasted her essence.

A slow pulse left Ilse as her mana was transferred outwards. She was lactating too, how one could explain it, under these circumstances was surprising. Hot air Flowed from her breath as she nursed, the injured troublemaker. Traces of Kassandra's corruption leaked inside of her, making her fidget.

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Ilse's hand took her by her neck, her fingers tightening around her hair.

Kassandra became bolder. Her hands started to take the other breast, sliding on all over, gripping the tips of her nipples, bouncing it playing with breast -- her touch was clumsy, but Ilse knew it was the corruption at play

Ilse gasped in pain, as Kassandra bit softly on her nipple, her tongue dancing around it.

She made a small nose, like a whimper, and pressed closer, her warm breath tingling across Ilse's chest.

The tension settled. Ilse started stroking her hair, tracing her skin as Kassandra trembled underneath her fingers. She clung tighter, whatever anger she had before melted, and whatever hatred they developed eased. Her fingers pressed into Ilse's waist, making her moan.

A tear fell from Kassandra's eyes.

Maybe Kassandra wasn't so bad. She seemed broken, like Ilse was.

This situation was messy, but Ilse didn't regret it.

Ilse sighed.

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This story is on Hiatus. My final message for now to you - save the world- goodbye until we see each other again