Thevillage was pretty small, situated as it was on the border of the corruptedwildlands. As we walked through town, I asked my guide, the dashingly prettyAdam, all sorts ofquestions about the town and the kingdom he lived in.
Apparently, the last remnants of Untainted civilization lived in divinely protectedenclaves, each a hundred or so kilometers across. There were nine otherhuman enclaves nearby, butthose were only the ones they knew about, a sort oflocal cluster of small human nations. There could be hundreds more scattered through the continent, made inaccessible bythe monsters roving the wilds, nobody knew for sure. The deeper one went into the wilderness, the stronger the monsters became, and therewas a point beyond which no explorers ever returned.
This particular enclave was a monarchy, ruled by a singleroyal family. Atthecentre of the kingdom, protected inside aholy temple in thecapital city ofBaltour was an artifact, projecting an aura that weakened all Taintedcreaturesinside its radius, and dulled their instincts, driving them away from Untaintedlands, or at least making them easier for normal guards to catch and kill.
Inside that bubble of magical protection, Untainted civilization survived more-or-less unmolested by the rape monsters outside. But the corrupted wildlands fought back, gathering strength and building up forces along the outer edge of the protective bubble. The very presence of these creatures lingering nearby ateaway at the magic, slowly shrinking the borders of the artifact's protective aura.
To prevent this, Tainted creatures living near the border had to be culled. The Kingdom of Baltour had a small royal army to keep the peace and respond to large invasions, but most of the day-to-day monster hunting was done bymercenary adventurers, via the Royal Adventurer's Guild.
This little town of Rothvale was one of several situated along the outskirts of the kingdom, a trading hub and staging ground for adventuring parties looking toclaim the Kingdom's bounty on Tainted monsters.
A few full-time adventurers lived here as actual residents, but most were only temporary visitors, staying at one of the many inns, boarding houses, or evenrenting entire homes for themselves. Most of the town's income came from provisioning these adventurers with weapons, armour, supplies, and potions. That made it comparatively wealthy and prosperous for a town its size.
"We also make a lot of income providing places to unwind after a successfulexpedition into the Wildlands. We have quite a few taverns, catering to differenttastes, and… there's also a pretty big market for um…compensated affection…with the local brothels," Adam admitted with a blush.
Made sense I supposed. A bunch of dudes, pumped full of adrenaline and testosterone, freshly paid, and having been surrounded by only other men fordays at a time… There would indeed be a pretty big market for feminine stress relievers.
"Oh ho! You visit them often?" I teased.
Adam blushed red, "Well yes, um… I mean I go there to Purify diseasesometimes. It's sort of a regular stop on my usual route…"
"And I'm sure the girls show you their appreciation," I said, smiling knowingly.
Adam continued to blush, "Well umm… I'm suppose some of them are grateful, but the cleansing of disease and the healing of the sick is just part of the duties Iperform for the Church."
Bah! What a boring answer. I looked at the boy, confused. Was he oblivious tomy innuendo? He was blushing, so maybe not. Perhaps he was just trying to be respectful of my feminine modesty. Too bad I wasn't respectable.
"If I were you, I'd take advantage and get them to pay you with blowjobs."
"Blowjobs?" Adam asked, confused by the term.
"Fellatio? Sucking dick? Licking your penis…" I explained.
Adam turned completely red, and continued walking in silence for a bit, "…T-they do that?" he whispered.
"Yeah dude!" I replied. "Well, I don't know what their blowjob policy is, maybeyou'd need to pay them first. Come to think of it, they might just get pissed offat you if you ask them to work for free. Oh wait, do you have some sort of celibacy thing because you're an acolyte?"
"Celibacy?" he asked, not sure of the term.
"Like, swearing an oath banning you from sex," I answered.
"No… not really… Not human women anyway. We're cannot lay with someone impure, like your slave for example. But if I found a human girl that liked methen… maybe…"
"Ah, I see," I replied. "Well then, play your cards right and you could totally get a free suck from the whores. Just like… don't ask them directly. Maybe try to hintyou're interested, flirt a little, and accept if they offer. You might get lucky."
"Um… but isn't it like… dirty down there?" he muttered.
"If you take a bath once in a while, it's no dirtier than kissing someone," I replied. "But if you're concerned about your smell or whatever you could always Purify yourself first. You probably don't need to worry too much though, some girls like a little bit of man-smell. Right?"
I looked over my shoulder, and caught Chloe's eye. She nodded. "Yes Mistress."
"But… pee?" he whispered quietly.
"Probably not a big factor?" I said, a bit uncertainly, glancing at Chloe again.
I still hadn't blown an actual penis yet, only a tentacle. I was pretty suretentacles didn't pee. It still tasted nasty at first, but after the first shot it mostly just tasted like monster spooge. My ex girlfriend hadn't complained about smell or pee residue or whatever when she went down on me before. I didn't tasteanything weird while licking her pussy either, just normal pussy juice flavour. Maybe Chloe, submissive queen of blowjobs, had more insight?
"Um… if the boy is like… on the toilet, or just finished peeing right before putting it in my mouth, then I taste it a little. It's usually all gone in a few licks though," Chloe explained.
"You blew a guy while he was sitting on the toilet?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"I've done worse than that, Mistress," Chloe replied with a smirk. "I'vebeenthe toilet. Or well, a urinal at least."
"Wow… I don't know what to say to that," I said, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
"Only one of the boys was into it," Chloe explained, with a shrug. "He made me drink his pee a few times, but then the other boys caught him in the act, and got mad at him for giving me nasty pee breath. They sent me home early to go brush my teeth. It didn't happen again after that."
"Yeah, I agree, let's keep watersports off the table for now." I said.
"Thank you, Mistress," Chloe replied, with a subtle smile. It seemed she didn't like it much either.
Adam was still walking next to us, red faced. He was steadfastly ignoring our depraved little conversation about urine play.
"Sorry about ruining your innocence there, Adam," I chuckled, slapping him on the back.
Adam flinched, caught my eye, and looked away shyly. We continued walking in silence.
The first stop was at a large public square. There seemed to be a few people waiting for us already, and they perked up and looked our way when they saw Adam in his white acolyte robe. I supposed this was a scheduled thing, with them knowing to come here today for magical healing.
"So, where do we start?" I asked, rubbing my hands together.
The next few hours passed quickly. I got into a rhythm. Most peopleweren't injured, merely sick, requiring only a quick Purify spell from Adam or me, and nothing else. For anyone who had an injury of some sort, old or new, I passed them over to Chloe to let her get some healing practice.
I didn't count how many times my mana tank emptied and filled again. Adam maintained a slow pace, controlling his Purify output, spending exactly as much mana per second as he regained. Chloe and I just went full speed, then took regular meditation breaks to recharge. It was more efficient for us that way.
I asked Adam about the specifics of mana regeneration, and he helpfully explained that the rate was based on Willpower. Specifically, one would regain a tenth of their Willpower score in mana points, every minute. I had sixteen willpower, so that was 1.6 mana per minute, or 96 mana per hour when I wasn't meditating.
By the time the crowds finally cleared out, it was early afternoon, and we'd fixed up fifty people at least. I glanced around the empty town square with pride, and I stopped to catch my breath.
[Mana Manipulation] Skill has reached rank 6
[Mana Manipulation] Skill has reached rank 7
[Mana Manipulation] Skill has reached rank 8
[Holy Magic I] Skill has reached rank 5
[Holy Magic I] Skill has reached rank 6
[Holy Magic I] Skill has reached rank 7
[Meditation] Skill has reached rank 3
[Meditation] Skill has reached rank 4
[Meditation] Skill has reached rank 5
[Meditation] Skill has reached rank 6
Whew… that was a lot of skill levels, and the day wasn't even over yet. If I continued at this rate, I'd hit my level caps before sundown. My legs were tired. I looked around for somewhere to sit.
New Holy Spell learned: [Hardlight Construct]
Wait what? Shit! I'd had this strange nagging feeling in the back of my head for a while, every since Holy magic reached rank seven. I'd been ignoring it, focusing on Purifying people. It seemed that if I didn't pick a spell in a timely fashion, it would pick one for me. Damnit, I could have gotten like… a super holy shield or golden holy lasers, or something else awesome. Oh well, I focused on the ability and tried to figure out what it would do.
My jaw dropped. Holy shit! This spell wasversatile!
It let me make a construct of hard light. Sword, shield, rope, manacles, crowbar, hacksaw, key for a lock, there were all sorts of useful options. Basically, I was a Green Lantern, except with a golden light instead of green. I could create almost anything I could imagine, the only limit seemed to be my Magic stat for size, my Willpower and [Mana Manipulation] skill for precision, and my mana pool for duration and durability. Everything I created cost a trickle of mana and a sliver of focus to maintain. Bigger things required more mana. The stuff I made seemed to be pretty brittle, stressing the material in any way caused its mana cost per second to skyrocket. With my mana pool as it was now, if I made a sword or shield out of this stuff and tried to use it, I'd drain myself dry in seconds.
"Got a new spell," I announced cheerfully, showing the others.
I wove the spell and caused a magical glowing cube to pop into existence. It was sized to fit in my palm, partially transparent. The hard light walls looked like a glowing smoke, swirls of white and gold light, mixing and blending on the surface.
"That looks neat, Mistress," Chloe said.
It took about one mana per second to maintain. I let it drop from my hand and clatter on the cobblestone ground. It clacked and bounced one before settling. I checked my mana and found that the small impact cost me ten mana. I cut off my connection to the cube, and it vanished in a puff of golden mist.
I conjured another cube in my hand. This time, with different material properties. It looked exactly the same, but now instead of being a hard glassy substance, I could squish and deform it in my hand, like a stress ball. Squeezing and deforming it cost me some mana, but less than a hard impact, maybe two or three mana per squeeze?
I suddenly tossed it at Chloe's face. She squeaked and flinched. Mid travel, I cut off my connection to it, and it turned into a trail of smoke that puffed against Chloe painlessly, and faded away into nothing a second later. Chloe gave me an unamused frown.
Chloe and I made eye contact for a moment, and we shared a special deep connection that only two deeply perverted sluts could. I watched the recognition appear in her eyes. We both came to a wordless understanding.
"Magical dildoes," I said.
Chloe nodded, "Yes Mistress, I was thinking the exact same thing."
I nodded. I could probably conjure a whole strapon harness too. It was a shame I couldn't feel sensations through it, or make anything capable of vibrating. The spell wouldn't let me make mechanical parts.
"Also maybe handcuffs or rope?" Chloe suggested shyly.
"Indeed," I nodded again. "I might need to buff up my mana pool though, if you wanted to struggle against them without breaking them."
Chloe nodded in agreement.
"So, Adam, what's next?" I asked.
"What's a dildo?" he asked me in return. I could see the horrified curiosity on his face.
"A fake penis, made to simulate a real one," I explained.
"What… w-why would you use your divine gift for that?" he gasped.
I looked at him incredulously, it should've been obvious, "So I can fuck myself and my female friends with it… why else?"
Adam stared at me wide eyed. What? Did he think women never masturbated?
Hmm… perhaps they didn't. Was the female orgasm common knowledge back in the middle ages? I couldn't remember. This fantasy version of the middle ages seemed less sexually repressed, but I had no doubt that most women weren't expected to enjoy sex all that much. In fact, given that most girls grew up with the knowledge they could be viciously raped to a Tainted death by monsters any time they let their guard down, I suspected they'd learn to see sex as a terrifying and scary thing rather than a good thing.
Poor girls, I'd have to make Lysander take up enchanting. She could probably wizard up some magical enchanted vibrators and put a smile on some of these deprived people's faces.
"So where next," I asked again.
"Um… next?" he stammered. "I suppose Violet Palace brothel would be next on my list… I haven't Purified the girls there in a while."
"Ooh, sounds fun!" I replied.
Adam led us through town, towards the river. The brothel was in a less desirable part of town, near the river docks andclose to the wall, where the risk of a sneaky rape monster creeping around the outer wall was the highest.
I wasn't really paying attention to where we were going, focused as I was on manipulating my mana with perfect pinpoint precision.
"I can't make the vein look right," I grumbled.
Chloe looked over at the glowing golden phallus in my hand. I'd settled on something just slightly above average for my first project, a nice normal six incher. Getting the feel right was actually quite difficult. Too stiff and it felt wrong to the touch, like hard rubber, too soft and it flopped around and bent unrealistically. I had to create a sort of density gradient, stiffer in the middle, and softer near the edges.
"What do you think?" I asked, tossing the dick over to Chloe.
She caught and inspected the dildo, giving it a squeeze, holding it out and letting it flop around. "Make the vein softer than the rest of the outer skin, that might help… also I think it's still a bit too floppy. Maybe make the stiff part in the middle a little wider?" she suggested.
"Hmm, okay," I said.
"Also… maybe add some balls?" Chloe suggested. "I-I like the balls… they slap against the outside when they fuck you and it feels good…"
"Hmm… doing realistic feeling balls would be hard…" I mumbled.
I let the Cockinator Version 0.16 vanish, and got to work on Cockinator Version 0.17…
[Mana Manipulation] Skill has reached rank 9
Hah! I guess the challenge was good for my Skill levels.
"This is it…" Adam sighed. He'd been doing a very impressive job ignoring our pervy antics.
I looked up and saw a large house. It was uncharacteristically big and fancy for this part of town, more like a mansion. A pair of thick double doors stood at the entrance. Carved into the door was a beautiful relief of a pair of naked women on their knees, one on each door, reachingup to the middle and arching their backs.
Even more impressive, the windows hadactualglass in them. Lysander told me that glass used to be incredibly expensive back in medieval times, which was why none of the houses I saw so far had any. Assuming glass was just as expensive in this world, that made this place downrightopulentdespite its shady location. There was no sign labeling it as the Violet Palace, but the drawn curtains behind the windows were the right colour.
Standing next to the door was an elven girl wearing a pale violet outfit of fine flowing silks, looking like a middle easternbedlah. She had a caramel brown, Persian skin tone to match, and black hair completing the whole harem slave look. Chloe, by contrast was as pale as milk, and wearing far less impressive sackcloth rags. The dark skinned harem elf had a bit more meat to her hips and breasts, but both girls had a lot in common, including the same long elf ears and bizarre feel of magicallightness. Like Chloe, this girl wore a metal slave collar around her neck.
"Welcome to the Violet Palace, Master Adam," the elf said demurely, bowing deeply at the waist. "Are you here for business or pleasure? Oh, and I see you've brought along a guest. I don't believe I've met you yet."
"Um… yes, we're um… business I guess…" Adam mumbled, blushing. He respectfully kept his eyes off the elf's cleavage, trying to his very best to focus on her face and not her gloriously displayed boobs.
The elf seemed to be inviting me to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Tyler. I'm a bit of a Holy mage too, and I'm Adam's hired helper today, helping him make his rounds. I do Purifying and healing, mostly. I must say, this is a nice looking place you have here…"
"My Mistress will surely appreciate your compliment, and you are most welcome here as well, Mistress Tyler," the elf replied. "I should mention that we only have girls working here, and we mostly cater to male clients. But we do have a few girls here who…sharpen their sword on both edges, shall we say? They would be happy to accommodate you, if you're interested in spending some coin."
"Ah, good to know. I'll keep that in mind," I said with a grin.
"As for the Purification, we have a few girls who could probably use your touch, though we weren't expecting you until tomorrow. Still, I'm sure my Mistress will be happy for your help."
"Ah… good…" Adam mumbled. "Could you uuh…"
The elf gave him a sultry smile, obviously finding his shyness cute, "Yes, I can bring you to see the Mistress,"
The elf led us through the doors. She didn't acknowledge Chloe at all, which I supposed was proper etiquette? I had no idea. In my mind, treating someone like a worthless piece of furniture wasn't good manners, but here? That seemed to be the norm.
The doors led into a wide open hall, smelling of perfume, with a bar at the back, and plenty of soft velvety couches for seating. Beautiful women of every size, shape, colour, and species were present, standing or laying around in various states of undress. There were more rooms to either side, similarly filled with seating areas and sexy girls.
I quickly noticed a recurring theme. Each girl had her own outfit and style, but all of them were dressed in violet. That was good, I supposed. Nobody would accidentally try to buy me, I was wearing a cheap baggy dress of drab grey that most definitely did not match the ladies' work uniform.
Overlooking the open area below, was a second floor balcony, and dozens of doors. To each side was a long hallway, filled with even more doors. The first floor was obviously where you picked your girl, and the second floor rooms were where thelovehappened.
The Madam's office was on the lower floor, through a plain brown door tucked away in the corner. Theharem-elf knocked on the door, explained that she had visitors, and then we were invited inside.
The office was richly decorated like the rest of the brothel, with red velvet chairs, wooden panelling on the walls, and a plush red carpet. Behind a rich mahogany desk sat a beautiful woman in a deep violet dress. She was reaching middle age, but she was aging with grace.
"Oh Adam," she said, warmly. "I wasn't expecting you so soon!"
"Yes well uuh… I had some help today, and we finished cleansing everyone at the Briar Market a little early." Adam explained.
I waved, "Hi, I'm Tyler. I'm the help, I guess, along with my slave, Chloe,"
"I'm Madam Orchid, it's a pleasure to meet you," The Madam gave me a warm smile, but that smile didn't reach her eyes. Her cold gaze pierced through me, and she looked over at my slave appraisingly, scanning down her body.
"Not for sale," I said flatly.
The Madam's eyes returned to me, and she gave me her scary smile again. "Oh of course, I wouldn't dare disrespect a guest with such an uncouth offer like that."
"So uuh… where should we start?" Adam asked, obliviously cutting through the strange tension.
The Madam glanced over at Adam with a much warmer smile, a genuine one, and thought for a second, "I've got my own work to do, so… Let's have Mitsy guide you."
The Madam stood from her desk and led us out into the main hall again. We followed her into one of the side rooms, and she brought us to a young brunette human girl. She was a little plain, a sort of relaxed girl next door type in a modest violet dress. There was also no slave collar around her neck, and she didn't seem to be all that intimidated by the Madam or us. I guessed that she was probably here of her own free will.
The Madam gave Mitsy her task, offering to pay for her time. She would accompany us and guide us to anyone who needed healing. I made sure to mention we could fix injuries, and even old scars too. Mitsy's eyes went wide, and she smiled appreciatively. The Madam left us alone.
I took Mitsy by the hand, and started Purifying her.
"So, I get the impression Madam Orchid doesn't like me." I said in a conversational tone.
"Really? Why?" Adam asked. Typical dude, completely oblivious.
"The uuh… elf is yours?" Mitsy asked, glancing over at Chloe.
"Yep."
"She uuh… gets a little protective sometimes," Mitsy said nervously. "She probably doesn't mean offense, but uuh… some slave owners don't treat their slaves so well…"
"Oh! Was that what it was?" I said, suddenly relieved, "No problem there, I think Chloe's pretty happy with me as her mistress, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," Chloe replied obediently.
"I only abuse her a little bit,"I admitted slyly.
"Abuse her?" Mitsy looked at me accusingly.
"Mistress plays sexual games with me," Chloe explained, leaping to my defense, "Games that I believe we both enjoy, in our own ways."
"Games?" Mitsy asked, suddenly intrigued.
"Mistress, permission to speak freely of last night's events?" Chloe asked, like a good girl.
"Sure, gossip away," I said.
Chloe went up next to Mitsy and spoke to her in a quiet voice. I couldn't hear exactly what she was talking about, but I heard the words 'sat on my face' and 'desperately wanted to cum' being muttered at one point. Mitsy started to blush.
Soon, I was content that Mitsy was disease free, and I interrupted the conversation to ask her to lead us to the next person.
Mitsy led us upstairs, and brought us from room to room. Most everyone we saw was an off-duty slave, lounging around their bedrooms reading books or sleeping. They seemed relaxed and unafraid around Adam and Chloe, though since I was a slave owner they were guarded and respectful around me.
Any girl who thought she might have caught something wasn't allowed to work until Adam purified them. The slaves all obviously had to stay here with their Mistress, though the free girls were allowed to go home when not working. There were still a few free girls staying here too, likely ones who had nowhere else to stay.
We purified each of them, and I even discovered that my Purify magic was able to cure That Time of the Month. Instant period cure! It wasn't a problem for me yet, but I was happy to have an answer for it when itdidcome. All blood and bits of uterine lining just went poof, and the girl was good until next month.
There were a few girls with minor injuries, usually soreness from very rough vaginal sex, or anal sex without enough lube. There were lots of old half-healed injuries, however… Bad ones… The free girls were mostly okay, but a lot oftruly scary shithad happened to the slave girls.
There was an adorableblack haired catgirl, with triangular ears, a long furry tail, fuzzy cat paws with fur going up to the elbow, and fuzzy cat feet with fur reaching just below her knees. She had repeated fractures in her arms, broken and partially healed, over and over again. She said it was from guarding her head while her old master kicked the shit out of her.
There was another elf, a purple one this time. She had grey-violet skin, ghost white hair, and red eyes. She was covered, head to toe, in old whip marks and burns from red hot branding irons. She cried when I made the scars disappear.
There was one halfling girl who had a horrifically torn vagina that hadn't healed quite right. She explained that she'd lost her virginity at the age of seven to her old master's dog. It was a big dog, endowed with a penis slightly larger than an average human man. To this day, her damaged vagina caused her immense pain whenever she had sex, which unfortunately for her, was multiple times every day. She usually tried to coax the clients into doing her mouth or butt instead.
Yikes!Thisadulthalfling was already the size of kid, like three feet tall. Presumably she had the same tiny proportions down below too. But that meant ayounghalfling would be even smaller… Afingerwould be enough to stretch her, and yet… a dog with a big dick and no ability to understand how much pain it was causing? Double yikes!And wasn't there like, an extra thick knot at the base they stuffed inside too?
I swallowed a bit of bile… some of these girls had gone through someshit.No wonder the Madam was so protective of them. Chloe's magic could fix maybe 60% of what was wrong, causing anything that wasn't completely healed to regenerate without flaws, but it didn't get rid of scars or anything that healed imperfectly. This was one case where my Healing Hands spell actually worked better, even though it was slow. Chloe would do the first pass of healing, with her fast speed, and I would do the finishing touches, removing old scar tissue.
Adam continued on, purifying the other uninjured girls while Chloe and I switched our focus to exclusively healing old wounds. Soon, word got around, and a few girls, taking a break between clients came to visit us and get their old wounds looked after too.
It was dark outside by the time we were almost done. Madam Orchid cameupstairs during our last healing session of the night.
"Dolly tells me you fixed her… damage. Completely," The Madam said.
"Maybe?" I replied. "I'm sorry, I can't remember which one Dolly was, I healed a few people."
"She's one of the halflings I happen to own, the redhead," the Madam explained.
That was the one with the gruesomely torn up vagina. "Oh yes, that one. The one with the…damage," I replied.
The Madam sighed, "On behalf of my girls, I'd like to personally thank you. You have no idea how much this means to some of them."
"You're welcome," I said, with a proud smile.
"I'd like to apologize for my… demeanour earlier tonight. I saw you with your slave, wearing sackcloth rags and no shoes, and I assumed the worst about her treatment. Since then, me and the other girls have noticed how she behaves around you, and that our fears were unwarranted. She's likely as well treated as my own girls, despite appearances," the Madam explained.
"Oh… yeah the lousy clothes are mostly just because we're broke," I said with a wry chuckle. "I'll be getting Chloe some proper shoes and clothes once I can afford it. My dress and her… potato sack, were just freebies that Father Jacob gave us when we got here."
"You're with the church?" she asked, with a hint of suspicion.
"Well we're staying there for now, but we're more of a charity case than actually devout. My friends and I are a little bit destitute, and Father Jacob was nice enough to give us a place to stay for a while to get on our feet. I'm actually getting paid a little to help out today, I'm not a volunteer like Adam."
The Madam cocked an eyebrow, "How much?" she asked.
"Seven and a half silver? Including Chloe's contribution," I said, not sure whether that was a lot or a little.
"That's criminal," the Madam grumbled. "The work you did today for all my girls would have cost me at least ten gold."
"Shit, really?" I gasped.
"The Church doesn't give charity to slaves, and actuallyhiringa skilled healer to fix your slaves is… rather expensive." The Madam said.
She stared at me blankly for a bit, then she sighed and walked away, "Be right back."
A couple minutes later, I'd finally finished my healing spell. The wolfgirl, who'd once had a vicious sword wound across her chest from when she was first captured, smiled and thanked me. The Madam returned to the room, and handed me a purple velvet bag, filled with jingling coins.
"Here, consider it a bonus," she said.
For a second, I almost decided to be modest and try to refuse the charity. Except… I kinda actually needed the money. I took the bag, "Thank you."
"That's fifty silver," she said quietly. "It's not what you're worth, but it's what I can afford to pay you."
"Oh wow, thanks!"
"Buy yourself and your slave some better clothes," she said. "I know a place, Tilly's Tailor. She makes the clothes for most of my girls. She'll give you a good deal if you tell her I sent you."
I chuckled, "Yeah, I'll do that."
"One more thing," she said, looking nervous. "I'm not the only brothel in town. We've got two more, but they don't exactly… treat their girls as well as I do. One of them isn't worth mentioning, but the other… They're not the types to pay to heal their girls, yet I still feel bad for them."
"Want me to fix them up too?" I said. "I don't really mind all that much, I need to grind out my skill levels anyway."
"I'd appreciate it. The girls in that brothel could certainly use your help."
"So why not both brothels?" I asked.
"My Palace specializes in… higher class girls. Experts at the art of pleasure. Happy and willing." The Madam explained. "The Sword's Sheathe, is a rival of sorts. They specialize in… lower cost affection. Their girls there are basically just holes to use. Willing, but not enthusiastic or well paid. They tend to get roughed up by clients sometimes. These are the girls who could probably use your help."
"Okay," I said. "I'll see if I can coax Adam into bringing me there. What about the third brothel?"
The Madam frowned, "You… really don't want to go there."
"Well nowyou've just got me curious."
The Madam sighed. "The Scarlet Thorn, or sometimes just the Thorn. They don'thire free girls, slave only, and they specialize in…darker tastes. They target the same price point as me, but there are nearly no rules or limits. They have their own healers on staff to handle the aftermath."
"Darker tastes?" I asked. That sounded ominous as fuck.
"Basically, anything a free girl wouldn't agree to. Rape and torture, mostly. That, or just unpalatable fetishes, unconventional requests, smaller slave species whose bodies can't handle sex with a human without needing healing after, or just younger slaves with undeveloped bodies. The only rule is to keep things non-lethal, though a wealthy enough client could probably pay extra for the privilege of killing their victim. There are also weekly monster shows, which the girls rarely survive. Needless to say, none of the girls are there willingly."
Rape? Torture? Even death? Shit… if the girls were slaves, it was totally legal, wasn't it? Yep. I could do that to Chloe if I wanted, burn her nipples off or whatever, soof coursethere would be a business specializing in that sort of thing.
"Yikes… that sounds pretty fucked up." I replied.
"You have no idea," the Madam grumbled. "Plus, there have been… disappearances. Girls go missing from time to time, free girls. A missing slave I could request an investigation, for stolen property if nothing else, but a free human girl? Nobody cares about a missing prostitute. I've got a bit of a theory about where they end up, if you're catching my innuendo. You don't want to go anywherenearthat place if you have a vagina."
"Fuck…" I grumbled.
"Right, so watch your butt," the Madam said.
"Yeah, will do."
I left the room, and followed the Madam down to the main floor, done with my healing for the day.
[Mana Manipulation] Skill has reached rank 10 (MAX)
[Holy Magic I] Skill has reached rank 8
[Holy Magic I] Skill has reached rank 9
I'd made some good Skill progress with all my delicate healing. I didn't do any meditating, since I was healing so slowly, but I'd finally completed my first skill, and was almost done my second. Before I forgot, I checked my Skill list for [Advanced Mana Manipulation, but I couldn't find it. I did find [Sense Mana] however. Acting on a hunch, I bought that first, and then, sure enough, [Advanced Mana Manipulation] appeared on the list for purchase.
You have unlocked the skill: [Sense Mana].
You have upgraded the skill: [Mana Manipulation] to [Advanced Mana Manipulation].
Interestingly enough, my upgrade to the [Mana Manipulation] Skill seemed to do way more than just make my mana use more efficient. I found I could tweak and fine tune my spells, adjusting them slightly in subtle ways. For example, I could Purify a person faster or slower, or clean only their clothes, but not their skin. It was a wonderfully flexible skill.
Adam was waiting for me downstairs, blushing a deep red and refusing to look me in the eye. Mitsy was standing proudly by his side, grinning deviously. She was holding onto his arm, pressing her chest against him, hugging his bicep between her boobs.
"Aww… Did somebody get their cherry popped?" I asked, with a smirk.
"What…? What do you mean bycherry?" he stammered.
"No cherry, just a blowjob, a little freebie to show my appreciation," Mitsy confirmed. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, speaking seductively in his ear, "You can get the rest of me next time. Ten silver, a special price just for you."
Her voice was an adorably seductive singsong. She acted innocent, but she knew how to use her sexuality to her advantage. I felt a pang of jealousy, both for her seduction skills, and also the fact she'd make more money on her back with a single fuck than I'd been paid for my entire day's work. Not counting Madam Orchid's bonus, at least.
"Maybe I should take up whoring…" I muttered to myself.
"No stealing his cherry before I do, I wanna be his first pussy," Mitsy playfully chided, and grabbed his arm possessively.
I chucked, "Okay then, you can be his first."
"Um… right? Okay then. Let's umm… go home," Adam mumbled awkwardly, and led the way home, back to the church.
WhenAdam, Chloe and me got back to the church rectory, the stew was ready to be served, and keeping warm by the fire. It was getting a little late now. Lysander and Emi had already finished eating and were hanging out in the drawing room. Adam grabbed a bowl of stew and scurried away upstairs, saying goodnight. He'd likelyhad enough of hanging out with weird, sexually aggressive pervert-girls for today.
I zipped off to the kitchen to get some food for myself. Chloe's slave gruel from that morning gave her the nutrients and energy for the day. Apparently, she wasn't even hungry. Once again, I was tempted to join her on her slave gruel diet, it sounded convenient. Maybe tomorrow. I grabbed a bowl of tasty stew for myself, then went to the drawing room to join my friends.
"Hello Tyler," Lysander waved. "How was your day."
I told Lysander and Emi about my day. I talked about healing likea madwoman, raising my Holy magic, meditation, and mana manipulation skills. I also told them about healing girls at the brothel and getting a fifty silver pay bonus from the madam.
"That'll help us considerably," Lysander said.
"Does that mean I can get some clothes that are less terrible?" Emi asked. Her current dress was… a little juvenile, to say the least. It made her look likeaten year old.
"Yeah, I'll be buying some new clothes for me and Chloe soon, we can findsomething for you too," I said.
"I'm content with my robe, though a spare would be helpful. Perhaps some underwear? This robe chafes my nipples."
My own nipples were fine in my dress, I glanced over at Chloe with her rough sackcloth shift. She hadn't breathed a word of complain. But yeah, that would probably feel like a cheese grater on her sensitive places. But Chloe was a goodgirl, and I doubted she'd complain about it to me unless I specifically asked her about it. The Madam was right, I'd have to get her some better clothes soon.
"Yeah, we'll have to take a shopping trip soon. Madam Orchid suggested a place." I said. "Wait, Lysander, does this world evenhavebras? Did they have those back in medieval times?"
"The modern bra was introduced in the late nineteenth century. Before that, corsets were common in high society going back to the sixteenth century. Dresses designed to cup and support were probably commonplace before that, though archeological evidence of such is scarce, textiles tend to deteriorate. Inany case, it matters little. Endowed as I am, I don't need anything complicated. All I want is a tight undershirt with soft fabric that won't rub. Only Chloe and Maddie are big enough to need to worry about proper bras."
"Hey…" I grumbled, massaging my modest chest. Lysander was probably right. I was pretty small compared to the Chloe-Maddie boobie squad… But it was still annoying of her to point it out so bluntly.
"We also might want to look into renting a room at a boarding house," Lysander suggested. "I'd rather not rely on Father Jordan's charity for too long."
"I'm not proud of being a mooch, but shouldn't we accept the help we're being given, and use this money to buy some necessities?" I asked.
"Seconded," Emi added. "If we're going to keep leveling, we need to head out into the forest again. I'd rather have some hiking gear, survival supplies, and proper shoes before then."
Lysander shook her head, "If we overstay our welcome, Father Jordan might start to ask favors from us, or start dictating how we should behave. If we're relying on him for survival, we wouldn't be in a position to refuse. He mightask us to work regular safe jobs as villagers, keeping us at a low level while increasing Ash's level. I don't intend on remaining helpless. I plan on reaching level thirty as quickly as possible and gaining the [Archmage] class. It has access to some very potent sounding magic schools."
"Yeah, I guess you have a point." I sighed. "Still, we should at least stay here until Ash returns. Maybe we can earn some more coin in the next few days."
Lysander nodded, "Yes, agreed."
"Oh! I got a new spell," I said, cheerfully changing the subject.
I conjured an icosahedron, a ball shape made out of twenty triangular sides, like a d20 dice. I made it soft and squishy. I tossed it to Lysander, and she caught it, inspecting it.
"[Hardlight Construct," she said appreciatively. "I was going to suggest that one for your next natural magic unlock."
"You know it?" I asked.
"The church library has a book describing all known Tier 1 and 2 Holy spells. This one stood out to me as being particularly potent. You can adjust the material's properties, can you not?"
"Well, I can adjust hardness and elasticity at least." I said.
"Can you add inertia?" Lysander asked, with a wicked grin.
Now that was a devious idea: Conjure a bullet already in motion. I couldn't make mechanical parts, or… maybe I could with separate spell castings for each movable member in an object, but I couldn't make any sort of motor to drive it… But could I create something that was already in motion? I tried. I let my existing construct vanish, and created a new one. This time, I conjured a soft ball. I tried to imagine it as already moving, as I created it.
The ball appeared in midair, and fell to the ground. No momentum. But was that true? The planet was rotating, so if it truly had no momentum, it would fly away in whatever direction was opposite the planet's rotation. This was arelativemomentum.Relative to what?
This time I tried creating the ball, but defined its starting position with respect to my hand. Then, I swung my arm forwards and cast the spell. The ball poofed into existence, midair in front of me, and since my hand was moving, the ball flew too. It bounced off the wall, as if I'd thrown it, but I hadn't needed to touch it.
I explained to Lysander how it worked.
"Can you define your starting point relative to something else? Or does it have to be your body?"
I tried it out, conjuring a magical ball on the coffee table. I tried to define it specifically, as relative to the coffee table, but it didn't work. I could tell that the ball's momentum was still connected to me. It seemed to default to my centre of mass, somewhere around my navel, if I didn't specify another valid point on my body as the origin.
Maybe it was only able to affect living targets? I created a magical top hat, using Chloe's head as the origin point. It didn't work. The hat was conjuredrelative to me, Chloe moved a tiny bit while the magic progressed, and that made the hat intersect her head. That apparently caused the spell to fail.
So, no magically making handcuffs or blindfolds appear on somebody at a distance, or summoning a chunk of hardlight inside their heart or throat to kill them instantly. Boo!
I tried again, this time touching Chloe. It worked. I could make the hat appear on her head perfectly, even if she was moving as I cast my spell. Useful! I found that the whole, intersection issue wasn't unique to people either. If I created something that intersected something else, the spell failed. I supposed it used air as the ingredient, turning air to hardlight, and hardlight back to air. Creating and dispelling things didn't cause pressure waves or vacuums, after all.
I told Lysander my findings. "That's still incredibly versatile," she commented.
"So what about you? How did your research go?" I asked.
"The church's collection of books was not extensive… most of what they wrote was on the subject of theology and morality, topics that I consider to be low priority for the moment. There were a few books on System lore, as it's called. Those were informative."
"Oh? Find out anything interesting?"
"The spell lists were most informative," Lysander said. "It was a description of common spells, including recommendations. First and second tier magic has been well mapped, though for third tier and up, less is known."
"That sounds helpful. How many spells do we get anyway?" I asked.
"You could learn as many spells as you want, once your relevant magic Skill reaches max level." Lysander explained. "Spellbooks are rare and expensive, but if you had access to enough of them, you could eventually learn every known spell."
"But I also learn a spell at level one, four, and… seven, I guess?"
"One, four, seven, and ten are the skill levels for which a mage will learn a natural spell," Lysander finished. "The level one spell is always the same for everybody. For the other three, the mage can consciously influence what spell they get. The level ten one is special, there are certain powerful spells that can only be naturally gained at that level, as a sort of capstone ability. It's good to chose a powerful spell for your level ten, since natural spells are generally quicker to cast than those a mage might learn later."
"Okay, so what's a good Holy capstone spell then?" I asked.
"It depends on the mage. The text recommends that prospective priests and support casters should go for Bless. It buffs a single stat of the caster's choice by twenty-five percent, and lasts hours. For you, however, you might consider the Lesser Angelic Aspect spell."
"Oh? What does that do?"
"It requires fifteen minutes to cast, not something you do in combat, and it gives you angelic traits. Upon casting, it lasts for twenty-four hours, making it a good long-term buff to cast at the beginning of the day. The effects of the transformation include minor resistance to acid, poison, and extreme temperatures, the ability to see in the dark, and slow passive damage regeneration. It'll also make your eyes glow blue. The book warnsheavilyagainst taking it, as your apparent angelic purity will be like delicious catnip to the ravenous monsters out there eager to defile you. They would target you to the exclusion of all others in the party even other females. For anyone lacking our greater blessings, that would be near suicidal."
"So it makes me a little tougher but paints a big 'rape me' target on my back? And you, my trusted friend who allegedly cares for my wellbeing, arerecommendingthat one for me?" I asked incredulously.
"The passive regeneration in particular could save your life." Lysander replied. "So long as you don't die outright, it will constantly restore your body, like a very slow healing spell."
"Oh, wolverine healing factor? That's pretty badass I guess," I said.
"Nowhere near that powerful. It would happen over hours instead of seconds."
"So I'd still need to use my healing spell for big stuff, makes sense." I said.
"The main advantage is that you don't need to be focused or conscious for it to work, and it doesn't require any mana to maintain. So, if something like the rock mimic happened again…"
"Ah, yes. Doom curse it, endure its affections until I pass out inside it, and wake up fully healed and higher level? Yeah, I can see that kind of build working…" I said.
"Indeed." Lysander nodded. "I'd also recommend boosting your Unholy magic. There is a spell called Energy Drain that allows you to slowly drain mana and stamina from a target you're touching. It could be useful if you start running low on resources while an enemy is… using you."
"Is that a capstone spell too?" I asked.
"No, you can get it at rank four or seven."
"What's a good capstone for Unholy?"
"For you? Probably Vile Curse… It modifies the next curse spell you cast, doubling its duration and allowing you to inflict the curse without showing any signs of having used magic. It's perfect for dooming an intelligent or powerful enemy without their immediate knowledge."
"I guess that's okay…" I said a bit skeptically.
"Ah, it seems you're not realizing the true utility of it," Lysander pointed out. "Doubling the duration. The Doom curse exponentially ramps up in power over an hour, yes? Let's say the initial damage per second is 0.1, and the final is 100. What happens if you continue that spell for another identical growth period?"
"Oh shit…" I gasped. "Growth by a factor of a thousand… The Doom curse would reach ahundred thousandDPS by the end of the secondhour?"
"Indeed." Lysander confirmed. "A tier 1 spell capable of killing tier 5 monsters in a single cast."
"The power of exponential growth…" I said appreciatively. "You going for that one at level ten Emi?"
"Nah," Emi replied. "I want to focus on more direct damage. Being raped for two hours every time I encounter an enemy isn't for me, thanks."
"We've decided on something else for Emi's capstone: Summon Shadow Familiar. It's another spell the books do not recommend as it requires performing a dangerous ritual to initially contract the familiar. But once the contract is formed, the familiar can hide in your shadow. You can summon and dismiss it at will. It's incredibly powerful, and its strength even scales with your level."
"Magical girls need adorable sidekicks," Emi said cheerfully.
"Adorable sidekick? What kind of pet is it? And how wesupposed to do this dangerous ritual?"
"No idea what it is, but it'll be an interdimensional eldritch monstrosity conjured with blackest of magicsooo… It's probably super cute, right?" Emi said. "As for the ritual? It's easy. I go to a certain place at the right time, hold the ingredient in my hand, and channel the spell for an hour."
"What aren't you telling me?" I asked.
Lysander explained, "It has to be at night, during a full moon. And we cannot be inside the protective bubble of the anti-Taint artifact. It would require being out in the corrupted woods, at night, during a full moon when monsters are more aggressive than usual."
That sounded pretty ominous already, "And this mysterious ingredient?" I asked.
"Blood of a pure maiden," Lysander said with a shrug. "Easily acquired."
Emi held up a small glass vial filled with red liquid. "Got it already. Ethan found me an old potion bottle enchanted to preserve its contents."
"Where did you get virgin's blood?" I gasped.
Lysander gave me a blank stare, and pointed at herself.
"No way. You arenotpure," I grumbled. "Didn't you cum last night from getting a tongue up your-"
"For the purposes of this spell," Lysander interrupted me, "I'm considered pure. I'm human, corruption free, have never had a man or beast enter my vagina with their penis. Those are the only criteria that matter."
"Oh, so this is just about your 'technical virginity.' The whole… 'I'm still a good pure girl if I take it up the butt,' argument?"
"I haven't had a man or beast in there either, you know. Just a tongue and my own finger." Lysander replied.
"Your own finger? When did that happen?" I asked with a sly smirk.
"Earlier today, I masturbated myself while Emi was preoccupied with her training, outside Dooming individual blades of grass to raise her skill rank."
"What?" Emi gasped. "You pervert!"
"I fear Tyler is correct," Lysander sighed with resignation. "This body is freakishly responsive to anal stimulation. My anal sphincter is almost as sensitive as my clitoris. I could only imagine how intense actual penetration with a generously sized phallus would be."
"Wow… how did that happen? Weren't your saying how our bodies were created by our subconscious desires?" I asked.
"Well Ididenjoy anal and prostate stimulation before my gender swap transformation. You may recall I was bisexual before my transformation? Well I believe that, were I to have engaged in homosexual sex, I would have been what those in the scene refer to as aPower Bottom. Dominant, yet acting as the receptive partner during anal intercourse. Perhaps some of those proclivities leaked over into the design of my new body."
"Yeah, pure maidenmy ass…" I teased.
I asked about Emi and Lysanders progress with their skills. Emi had apparently reached rank 6 with Unholy magic, gaining a spell called Lesser Curse: Fleshmelting. The curse lasted only a single minute, and required a lot more mana than Doom, but it caused steady damage over time right from the start, no need to wait for the curse to slowly ramp up exponentially.
Lysander had finished off the [Arcane Magic I] Skill, bringing it to rank ten. In addition to Arcane Bolt that she started with, she learned a shield spell that I remembered seeing her use a few times during yesterday's nature walk. The level seven spell she chose was Counterspell, which allowed her to interrupt and unweave another caster's spell as they cast it. It was a difficult technique to master, requiring her to analyze the opponent's spell, find a weakness, and poke at it with her mana injustthe right way. Lysander was a terrifying mad genius, though, so she had the ridiculous brainpower to execute it reliably. The final spell was called Arcane Lance, which according to Lysander was the single most powerful Tier 1 spell known to any school in terms of raw single target damage. It was the big brother to Arcane Bolt, basically a big purple spear of energy that shattered armour and reduced the victim to a pulpy mush.
Our discussion continued into the late evening. Maddie wasn't here, still working at the tavern that hired her. The girls and I decided to go to bed without her.
Like last night, Chloe was pinned between the two sadists. Emi didn't want to be on her own though, so we let her join our side's bitch pile. We put her between me and Chloe. Emi immediately started molesting Chloe's breasts, like the tiny ball of repressed sexual deviance she was. I came to Chloe's rescue, by grabbing Emi's firm little butt and slipping a finger into her tiny, impossibly-tight pussy from behind. I was starting to get over the whole loli thing. I'd mentally re-categorized her as a super-duper petite girl my own age, rather than a kid and that seemed to do the trick to ward off the squickiness.
We'd all had a lot of sex yesterday, so we actually just decided to sleep after a little bit of light molestation. Well okay… I might have fingerfucked Emi a little… and made out with her a bit. It turned out she was a better kisser when she wasn't trying to be the boss.
Lysander complained she had to pee but was too lazy to get up. I decided to be a nice guy and Purified her and everyone else in the room.
[Holy Magic I] Skill has reached rank 10 (MAX)
Woo! That finally did the trick. I got a sense that I should pick another spell, so I decided on that angel-transformation-thingy that Lysander was talking about earlier.
New Holy Spell learned: [Invoke Angelic Transfiguration]
Lysander said it took fifteen minutes to cast, and I was tired, so I decided to play with it in the morning, and just go to bed for now.
I was fast asleep when Maddie finally got back and came into our bedroom. Her breath smelled of booze, and she wobbled a little bit. She stripped off her clothes, and shook my foot to wake me.
"Purify please," she said.
"Huh? Why?" I asked.
"Got laid with this sexy adventurer dude," she said, with a grin. "Came inside me. Don't want the preggers."
"Gotcha."
I wove my Purify, and used a bit of [Advanced Mana Manipulation] to exempt the alcohol in her blood from cleaning. Technically it was a poison, so the spell would normally target it. It worked. I cleaned up her creampie without ruining her buzz, and settled back down to sleep.
Maddie, not wanting to be the odd one out, snuggled into the bitch pile behind me. I felt her soft warm body press up against my back, felt her nipples tickle my skin. Imighthave gotten alittle bitwet from that. Okay, more than a little bit. I was downright horny. Playing with Emi before this hadn't exactly helped me settle down either.
I debated fooling around with the others a bit, but Maddie was tired and content, and everyone else was fast asleep. I decided to think of baseball or whatever to cool off my lust, and dothe same as them. Soon enough I'd joined everyone else in their slumber.
Morning came, and we all went downstairs for breakfast. This time, I wanted the convenience of only eating one meal a day. I mixed up some slave gruel for Chloe and me. It turned out to be a simple process. Take one scoop of dry powdery stuff from the barrel, add one cup of water, mix. Easy peasy.
It was horrifically bland on its own, so I snuck a spoonful of honey into each of our gruel bowls. It helped the flavour immensely.
Father Jordan was there. He paid me for yesterday's work, and then scolded me. Apparently, the church, and by extension myself as their hired helper, should provide free healing to all Untainted humans, but not to slaves. Slaves were personal property, and getting their injuries healed was the financial responsibility of their owner, not the church. If they didn't want to pay, then they simply didn't value their slave and that wasn't our problem. Hedidsay that we should still cleanse them of disease, so they don't infect Untainted people, but that was it.
I pretended to agree. But seriously, fuck him! I'd heal who I wanted.
Adam was going out healing again, I decided to do a second full day of healer-helping for another seven and a half silver. I managed to coax him into taking me to Purify the girls at the Sword's Sheathe today, saying Chloe and I could use the practice and I could probably fix up some innocenthumangirls who had old injuries. I neglected to mention I'd be fixing up all their slaves too.
Lysander was going shopping with Emi and Maddie today and they were taking my nice velvet coinpurse with them. Yesterday, Maddie made a single silver coin in salary, then another three silver in tips. She looked downright pissed when I told her I'd made almost sixty silver in a day. I debated whether I should recommend a career in whoring to her or not. I genuinely thought she'd be good at it, though actually telling her so would probably piss her off.
I gave the designated shoppers Chloe and my measurements, telling them to just buy something moderately decent, and not overly feminine for me. Lysander nodded, looking like she already knew what we would like.
Before we left, I decided to try out the Angelic Transfiguration spell so I could be extra sparkly for the day. I focused on the spell shape, the most complicated one I'd cast so far, and started to shape my mana.
I felt a surge of power.
Ninty percent of my mana pool emptied in an instant, forming into a different shape I couldn't recognize. It was orders of magnitude more intricate and complicated than anything I'd ever cast before and my mana was doing it all on its own. Mana from another source joined mine, unfathomable amounts of power flowing into a complex hyperdimensional shape that kept growing and unfolding as the power continued to pour in.
The spell activated. The so-called fifteen minute casting time had been reduced to mere seconds.
I felt a pulse of holy light fill my body with warmth. It was like the feeling of stepping outside on a nice sunny day: Joy and peace in equal measure. My skin tingled. Eventually, the magical sense of warmth cooled, but a strange feeling of contentment remained behind.
Species Changed from [Human] to [Aasimar]
New Perk Gained: [Blessing of Trindon]
New Perk Gained: [Blood of Angels]
Holy Spell Forgotten: [Invoke Angelic Transfiguration]
New Holy Spell learned: [Lesser Angelic Aspect]
"Mistress is pretty," Chloe commented.
Everyone else was staring at me wide eyed. Including Adam.
"Huh?" I asked, my voice sounding strangely resonant, "Something's weird."
I nervously took a look at my Status.
Name: Tyler Erikson
Age: 21, Sex: Female
Species: Aasimar
Class: Mage 8
HP: 110 / 110
STA: 90 /130
MP: 10 / 198
Str: 6
Dex: 11
End: 19
Per: 13
Int: 20
Will: 27
Mag: 20
Perks:
Greater Blessing of Vyreth
Blessing of Trindon
Blood of Angels
Skills:
Advanced Mana Manipulation 1
Fire Magic (I) 2
Air Magic (I) 1
Holy Magic (I) 10 (MAX)
Unholy Magic (I) 1
Meditation 6
Sense Mana 1
You have (1) Skill Points.
Spells:
Firebolt
Gust
Purify
Lesser Healing Hands
Hardlight Construct
Lesser Angelic Aspect
Lesser Curse: Doom
Well then. Where to begin?
I wasn't a human anymore, I was an Aasimar. That was something I recognized from Dungeons and Dragons. In the tabletop game's lore, Aasimar were humans with celestial blood, either thanks to a celestial ancestor somewhere in the family tree, or a blessing from a good-aligned deity. Given the fact that I had a new blessing added to my perks, I suspected it was the latter. Could I like… inspect this perk? I focused on it.
Perk: Blessing of Trindon
Permanent species change from [Human] to [Aasimar].
10 Endurance, 10 Willpower
Compassion and Self-Sacrifice. Aid those who are suffering, bear pain in place of others, grow in power and clear this world of Taint for the good of all. So long as you continue to honor me in your actions, your blessing shall remain and your form shall reflect my glory.
Trindon, God of Mercy
And the second new perk,
Perk: Blood of Angels
Immunity to poison and disease. Immunity to offensive Holy magic. Moderate damage resistance to all sources of acid, fire and cold. Major vulnerability to offensive Unholy magic and curses. Darkvision. Lesser regeneration.Extreme vulnerability to Taint(Negated by Greater Blessing of Vyreth)
Okie dokie. Step one, don't panic. I took a second to catch my breath, and glanced at the others. Everyone was staring at me.
"Something on my face?" I asked.
"Mistress isverypretty," Chloe said, eyes wide like saucers, a lewd little smile on her face. She looked like she was about to start drooling. If she wasn't sure about being into girls before, then there wasno questionabout it now.
Lysander frowned, "Your eyes are glowing blue. Your skin seems a little bit… smother than before perhaps? I can't actually notice much of a tangible difference. Yet, at the same time, you're giving off a sort of… presence?"
"It's sort of like the opposite of Chloe. While she gives of a feeling of lightness, you give off a heavier feel, like… a sort ofgravitythat draws the eye," Emi noted.
"What happened?" Maddie asked.
I glanced at Adam, still staring at me with astonishment. Father Jordan wasn't there thankfully. He'd left to do his morning business. I had to wonder… would I be enslaved as a demihuman because I turned into an Aasimar? That would be ironic, deemed a corrupted half-monster and arrested by a priest because a god he served chose to bless me. Demihumans being innately corrupted was the priest's justification for slavery. It sounded like bullshit to me, to be honest. But if I wanted to use his logic against him… I was pretty sure being divinely blessed and turned into a partial angel and living paragon of purity was sort of theoppositeof corrupted? Could I convince him of that? Not sure. The priest didn't seem like the most flexible fellow. I'd have to think about what to say to him.
"I apparently gained the blessing of Trindon the Merciful. The effect is… similar to the spell Lysander and I were discussing before, but a little bit more permanent."
I caught Lysander's eye, and mouthed out the word 'Aasimar.'
"Ah, I see," Lysander said coolly. "I'll explain later, Maddie."
"Right…?" she didn't look convinced.
"You received ablessing?" Adam gasped.
"Well yeah, but doesn't everyone have a blessing too? This whole system thing?" I said.
"We all have the blessing of Vyreth, yes. The god of struggle wants us to resist the Taint, after all. But… to gain the blessing of another deity as well… That's rare, to say the least." Adam explained.
"I'd call myself a decent person, but I don't think I'm like… super virtuous or anything… Maybe Trindon is just buffing me a bit more so I can level up and kill Tainted stuff easier? A sort of… investment in me, perhaps?"
"Are the… effects of this blessing similar to the ones I described?" Lysander asked.
"Yes, actually. Pretty much exactly that, though I don't know if I have a more powerful version or not. I got a bit of a stat boost too, plus ten, to both endurance and willpower." I said.
"I would advise caution… the more…blessedyou are… the more unwantedattentionyou'll likely get in the wilderness." Lysander said.
Yep, I knew what Lysander was getting at. The blessings didn't mention it but… If a temporary Angelic Aspect buff made me an extra-tasty target for rape monsters, what would being an actual, Angel-blooded Aasimar do? I suspected my very presence would draw horny monsters from miles around. Forget catnip, I'd be like…cocainefor rapist monsters.
"Yep, not much I can do about that, though," I said.
I looked around, watching everyone stare at me. It was getting uncomfortable.
"Okay!" I said, clapping my hands and snapping everyone out of their trance. "You can all stare at me later. Don't we have like… stuff to do today?"
"Still going to go heal the whores?" Maddie asked.
"Well, I think doing that in the first place is part of why I got this buff, so… Yeah? Wouldn't want to be ungrateful, right?" I replied.
I snapped my fingers in front of Adam's face, he blinked a couple times, shrugging off his stupor, "Okay Adam, let's go!"
"R-right," he mumbled, blushing at me.
Adam turned and walked out the door, Chloe and I followed him into town.