Xray Chapter 67

Too much redundancy

Author repeats the same lines too many times in this chapter, this took me a lot of time to translate just because of the frustration.


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Tales of a Seductress – Chapter 28

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Chapter 28

{Carnal Resistance has increased to LVL 4.}

That came a few hours into the trip when I realized that one of my hands had dropped down to his thigh. My fingers may have been unconsciously feeling him up a little. When I came to the realization that I had been touching him for the last five minutes while his muscles continued to stiffen uncomfortably, I activated deception and let out a soft, princess-like snore. His muscles seemed to relax a bit, and he grabbed my hand in his and pulled it away from his crotch. Well, how did it get down there? Either way, you can’t blame a sleeping girl if her hand slips, right?

Now, I wasn’t going to throw myself at him like I might have done in the past. I had to keep my eyes on the bigger picture. If Denova had planned everything, including this meeting, then I needed to consider that I was being watched, even now. I couldn’t afford to betray him. My life was on the line, and so was Jenai’s. That meant I needed to act like the perfect princess and wife-to-be for the third prince. That meant no sex with the 4th prince… at least until I knew he’d keep it on the down low.

He reached down and grabbed my other hand, pulling it away from his crotch. What? I was sleeping, accidents like that happen when you’re sleeping. Plus, he was acting like such a gentlemen, I couldn’t help myself. Instead, he held both of my hands in his own, using just two fingers to control the reigns. Since I’ve been to this world, I’ve had sex uncountable times. I’ve had every hole violated and have been touched everywhere. However, riding with him through the forest was the first time I truly felt comfortable.

In some ways, I wanted to hold onto that feeling. However, he twisted his back, trying to wake me up. He had taken my hands and put them carefully back behind him before doing so. I resisted chuckling as he desperately tried to maintain the appropriate decorum.

“Princess Bartrum…”

“Mmm… oh… you can call me Cornelia. We will be family soon.”

The man coughed a second, “That’s right, family. Umm… Princess Cornelia… I’m going to rest the horse for a bit. I don’t want to push him hard after I pushed him to find you. Let us eat some lunch.”

“That’s good!”

I was genuinely hungry, and the last thing I had to eat was some scraps of pigman. Although, he apologetically handed me just a little bread, meat, and cheese… I didn’t complain. Once again, he looked surprised that I lacked the delicate stomach he believed all princesses must have. I’ll admit, I’d eaten fairly well under Denova’s care… but I had also spent a lot of time eating monster scraps. Besides those times, the normal human dishes weren’t much different from what I was used to back home. It was a meat, a vegetable, and some kind of bread. Fruits were exclusively considered desert here, and I had not had chocolate or sugary cakes since I had transferred to this world.

I had gotten the impression sugar wasn’t common, although if I ever did get some, it would likely be now that I was going to be in a king’s castle. While I didn’t know if this world had some form of chocolate or cocoa, sugar is a fundamental part of the human diet, so glucose had to exist in one form or another. Fortunately, I was the kind of girl more into vanilla as opposed to chocolate, so I guess it’d be the vanilla bean I’d need to find. I realized I’d need to learn more about the food of this world… among many other things. Now that I was going to be interacting with this world normally, I truly lacked common sense.

As I nibbled on the cheese, which tasted enough like cheddar that I was going to just call it that, I started to feel a sore pain in my lower region. The prince was tending to the horse, putting hay in a basket in front of it and giving a once over with a comb, surprising actions I thought, coming from a prince… isn’t that what servants were for? Or what did they call them, squires, I guess? Knights in training? It was just hard to believe that a prince could be so… self-sufficient.

Either way, while he was tending to the horse, I untied my pants and felt down there quickly. When I checked on my finger, there was a bit of blood on the tip and I cursed.

“Shit… now? Really?”

Of course, I was infertile, which meant that the eggs coming out never fertilized, but that, unfortunately, did not spare me from the very female time of the month. I still bled and had soreness. I had been taking the pill to regulate them, and they had actually stopped… that is until I was taken to another world two months ago. Perhaps the stress had delayed it, but even my body didn’t stop biology. I eagerly would await a special skill that turned my period into a thing of the past.

Perhaps that explains why I’ve been so aggressive the last week. Apparently, I could look forward to that once a month as well. I haven’t had a period in a year or so, but when I used to, I’d be horny for about the week prior, and then light pain. After that, the situation would quickly grow from mild spotting to the river Styx in less than a day. That meant I’d be wrecking his pants soon too. I needed to do something about it pronto.

I turned to ask the prince to rectify this situation, the mental fortitude preventing even this from making me uncomfortable. I suppose it was closely associated enough with intercourse to count. However, without warning, a goblin burst into the area we made our stop. It was so sudden that I didn’t even react. Meanwhile, it looked around wild-eyed, and when its eyes dropped on me, they suddenly widened with fever.

The goblin leaped at me, and I barely had room to scream before it barreled me to the ground. Perhaps even more insane, it was wildly thrusting at me, seemingly dry humping my body. Unlike the previous goblins I’d met, this one seemed to lack the sense to remove clothing, or even pull out its dick. It simply humped at me like an overexcited dog. It got ripped off of me and tossed to the side. A moment later, its head left its body.

The prince had yanked it off of me and tossed it to its side. Then finished the deed with a swipe of his sword. The two of us stared at each other, equal confusion in both of our eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry you had to see that princess, but you’re sa-“

An animal burst from the nearby brush and struck the prince. He barely managed to get his arm up to block the strike. It was a rat. Well, this wasn’t simply a rat. It was nearly the size of a tiger. I did let out a scream when I saw that. I absolutely hated rats. The strange thing was that upon taking the prince, the rat immediately disengaged as the prince took a defensive stance. Instead, its eyes zoomed to me without reserve, and a moment later it leaped at me.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” both of us said that at the same time.

The rat was on me trying to hump his little heart out, but he didn’t get far before his head left his body too. The prince hadn’t pulled him away first this time, and some blood splattered on my shirt.

“Why is everything trying to kill you?” he said exaggeratedly.

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” I whined.

Although I knew that everything wasn’t trying to kill me… but I guess the rat died fast enough that his actions were a little less obvious. I had felt a certain hard thing pushing up between my pants, so I was under no fantasy that he was doing anything less than trying to fuck me.

Could it be? No… that’d be ridiculous. I shook the thought from my head because I didn’t want it to be true.

“Let’s get out of here.” The prince stated. “Somethings got the local monster life riled up and we need to get moving.”

I nodded and he quickly re-saddled the horse. Just as I finished mounting the horse there was a large roar from behind. A large monster popped out. It looked like a completely bald man, except its entire face looked smooshed and its arms and legs looked boxy.

“Gods… an ogre?” The prince shouted and then kicked the horse. “They’re slow, we can outpace it on a horse.”

As the ogre’s eyes met mine, its face suddenly lite up and it started stumbling forward. Yes, let’s go, let’s go. That thing is ten feet tall, its thing might very well tear me in half. The horse raced off at a gallop, and the ogre quickly lost pace, slowly down with a cry as we rounded a tree bend and moved out of sight. I let out a breath of relief as I lost sight of it.

We maintained the full gallop for about a minute before he finally let it slow down. “I don’t know what they were suddenly attracted to, but I think we need to keep moving for the moment. Hopefully, we will leave it behind.”

And I hoped that my prediction was completely wrong. I’m a seductress, after all, and my powers have worked on monsters in the past. I figured it was my seduction ability that had driven the fire wolves to attack the adventurers that night. I wasn’t using seduction, but I was the equivalent of being in heat. They say that monsters can smell it when a female of their species is in heat. It was possible that this was an unfortunate consequence of my class. But, I mean, as long as we keep moving, there shouldn’t be any proble-

Something struck the side of the horse, and I fell. I awaited the pain of my head striking the ground, but it ended up hitting something else entire. I felt like I landed on some kind of soft gel mattress, except that the gel kept on sinking. Before I could even react, the gel got into my eyes and oozed all over my body. I kicked and tried to get out, but the strange ooze seemed to be everywhere. I just sort of sank into it. It had the color of cool blue, and it felt like being encased in grape jelly if grape jelly fought back. My vision turned wavy, and I realized my head was now encased in goo, seeing the outside world through the gel. The noise was deadened too, and it was like I had entered a closed off environment, completely submerged in slime.

At that point, the name came crashing home. That’s what had happened. I was looking at the outside world from within a slime. I was holding my breath, and my lover’s breath skill would give me 30 minutes. However, once you were inside a slime, didn’t they start eating you? I felt powerless to fight back, and the slime seemed to roll away, with me on the inside. I couldn’t see what was happening outside, the view just looked like indistinct shadows, especially since I couldn’t orientate myself in the slime.

So now I was going to be slowly digested by a slime? Was I going to die from suffocation or being eaten alive first? I had no clue how long it’d take a slime to eat a person. I also didn’t know if I’d rather be eaten or suffocate to death. Neither prospect sounded ideal.

However, as I was awaiting death, something else happened instead. As I suddenly felt gel-like liquid being forced up into me, I let out a noise of surprise that was completely muffled with gel. The gel was cool to the touch, and with my cramps, it actually felt like a cold compress… one that was being shoved up my pussy. And back out and back up again. I rolled my eyes. God damn it, every single monster. Before I knew it, I was getting fucked by a slime.

He wasn’t hard or pounding, he simply was everywhere. I was literally inside him, and he was literally inside me. Every ounce of my skin was being touched by him, although I don’t think the gentle way the gel flowed over my body was intended to be sensual, my nipples had certainly become twin peaks under my shirt. Gel-like fingers explored my pussy, in and out, letting a gentle cold feeling reach deep inside me. It was rhythmic and cycling.

While I say in and out, it doesn’t properly describe the experience. Slime’s gel protrusions entered inside me and then circulated. At no point did the gel exit and then return, instead, it seemed to circulate with a rhythmic pulse, stimulating every nerve in my pussy at the same time. The new liquid was being pumped into me, while old liquid was cycling out, bringing out my womanly juices with it.

The slime-filled me up completely. Where a penis was a cylinder rod that entered, and stretched, the slime conformed to the shape of my pussy. Every spot of my pussy, inside and out, was being stimulated at once. Its size was indistinct. It wasn’t “big”, it was everywhere. It was impossibly deep, touching the farthest reach that nothing has ever touched before, but it also circulated against my most sensitive areas, caressing everything at once with a cool and steady touch.

I quickly found myself reaching a climax in the most unexpected way. As I came, I could see my more liquidity discharge leaking from my pants and mixing within the slime, it looked like bubbles of clear oil within a glass of liquid blue water. Those bubbles of my sexual desire slowly dissipated into the surroundings.

While the slime didn’t seem to be eating me at the moment, or I suppose it was eating me in a difference sense, he had no qualms about digesting the fluids coming out of me. In some ways, I felt lost, trapped in a gel-like abyss, cut off from the outside world. On the other hand, the experience was something very gratifying, an experience completely unlike anything I had ever felt before. My body was being ravaged more completely than anyone else could do. A slime had smothered me, engulfed me, devoured me, and sexually satisfied me in ways unobtainable from normal means.

As I came a second time, the slime also exploded his load everywhere. His liquids exploded all over me, covering me from head to bottom in slime jizz. No, wait, that’s not what happened. It was as if every particle of gel suddenly turned to liquid at the same time. My body suddenly fell and landed hard on the ground. The gel deep inside me squirted out of my pussy, but since I was already drenched from head to toe in slime juice, it was just a drop of water to my soaked pants. It felt like a water balloon had been popped. Hearing and sight returned, and I let in a breath. I still had probably fifteen minutes before I needed to worry, but first I looked up to see what was going on.

It was the Prince. He was holding the sword and breathing hard, looking at me with worry in his eyes. He had numerous rips in his shirt and looked like he had just come out of a fight for his life as well. A moment later, he fell to his knees and bowed his head. I was completely shocked and could not think how to respond.

“I’m sorry…” he said, “I can’t believe I let you get eaten by a slime. A boar rammed my horse, then the next thing I know two of them were on me and you were being dragged away by a slime.”

“It’s okay…” I said after a moment, “I had… I’m alive.”

I was about to say I had fun, but I realized that would be an insane thing to say, normally. The horse turned out to be okay. He was a strong warhorse. He had been spooked enough to rear and then he ran off a few hundred meters down the path, but after the monsters were dead, he came back. We got on the horse and rode for a few more hours in silence. I was sexually satiated for the moment and was more concerned of the cold breeze that pierced through my slime soaked clothing. Strangely, no other monsters attacked.

I found out later that the slime juice was blocking whatever heat scent I was releasing. And not that you probably wanted to hear this, but the slime had eaten me out very thoroughly. So thoroughly in fact that he had consumed most of the lining that was shedding from my uterine walls, and as a result, I had perhaps the lightest period of my life, just a few drops, and some cramping. I wondered now if you could get slimes as pets.

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Tales of a Seductress – Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

“I should have saved my points.” I looked at the screen in front of me.

I killed the sleeping orc too. It wasn’t nearly as violent as the first. Just three hard swings before his head was no longer attached to his body. Now, I was standing in the middle of barn, naked, covered in blood, holding a sword, and staring vacantly at the level up screen in front of me.

{Sword has increased to LVL 1.}

{Congratulations!!! You have leveled up to Seductress LVL 14!}

{All stats increase by one.}

{You have one skill point.}

Available Special Skills:

{Marked Man (Passive): Anyone you have intercourse with becomes “marked” and you know their physical location.}

{Cursed Kiss (Active): When kissing a subject, have a 50% chance of poisoning them. Uses SP.}

{Black Widow (Active): Can only activate while engaging in intercourse. The person will acquire a counter. Death will occur in 14 days.}

I wasted a point because I thought I could sell orc semen. These are the kind of things that happens when you push a girl to her breaking point. I’m not saying I’m not keeping the vials of male enhancement I made, but if I had just saved that point… My goals now are simple. Kill Denova. These are three skills that could help achieve that goal.

It was clear to me my baptism in blood is what led to the more violent options. It was a tough call though. I didn’t know how poisonous poison was. After all, I had been poisoned by that spider, and all it took was a level up to get rid of it. Admittedly, I would have died without the level up, but I’m sure antidotes exist, especially if health potions do.

Meanwhile, Black Widow seemed too good to be true. Most RPGs that had a death spell usually made the death spell have some really bad setbacks… like it’s impossible to cast, or it only works in a very particular time. I suppose if you’re close enough to be having sex with someone, to a normal person Black Widow would seem unattractive. I sort of wished Marked Man was an active skill. As a passive, I’d be knowing where every man I ever fucked was. I imagine I could quickly go crazy with that many awarenesses.

So, if I poison him, he’ll almost certainly be aware of it, and kill me. But if I black widow him, there is a chance. It’s a sure kill ability, even if it is delayed. I supposed it was too much be some OP’d ability like you read about in the web novels that let me absorb all their abilities or something.  Ah well, Black Widow it is.

“Alright…” I said out loud. “Now the status.”

With the exception of my special skills, I was now about average for my age and position in this world according to Denova. I moved away from the corpses. I thought about throwing them in the corpse pile, but I didn’t plan to be there long enough. Instead, I pulled water from the well, restarted the fire, and boiled it. I cleaned myself, slowly and carefully, removing all the blood and sex from my body. I then wrapped the blanket around myself, although it was also covered in the dried juices from hours of fun.

I picked the sword up one more time, let out a deep breath, and turned to leave. “Ah…”

“Oh, my apologies, I…”

There was a guy standing at the entrance to the barn. He was wearing rather nice clothing, at least compared to the adventurers and bandits I have met so far. He had a cloak on and a sword strapped to his side. When his eyes met mine, they turned away in embarrassment, but they quickly turned to shock when he noticed the naked, dead orc lying near the weapon rack.

He let out a gasp and looked back at me. I hadn’t bothered to wipe the blood from the sword yet, and a look of realization quickly formed on his face. He gave a concerned look and took three steps towards me. He undid his cloak and swung it around my shoulders. Part of me wanted to swoon at how chivalrous he appeared, but he did have his hands on my shoulders without permission, so I gave him a lukewarm glare.

Oh, well, the old Aria would have jumped his bones, but I’m Aria the Seductress. I won’t be swayed by a pretty boy with manners. But he did smell nice, and I wondered how big his dick was. I used the examine skill on him.

{Name: Devon Hyburn, Sex: M, Age: 20, Title: 4th Prince of Nidia Total Level: 70, Class: Swordsman, Class Level: 10, Sexual Partners: 2, Sexual Preference: Large Breasts Sexual Kink: Analingus Erect Dick Length: 7.3‘’ Erect Dick Girth 2’’}

Ah… it was that big. Wait, the prince? I-is this the guy I’m supposed to marry? No, that’s right, Denova said I had to marry the 3rd prince. So, this guy’s older brother? On a side note, level 5 examine is nice. Definitely important information. So, he likes big boobs and licking ass? Nope… don’t know what I can do with that information. Although he’s still quite vanilla. I’m about his age and I’m too scared to see how many sexual partners I’ve accumulated by now. The night I examine myself will require copious amounts of booze.

“I’ve been trying to track these pigmen for the last two days. Three days ago, a caravan was heading towards Hyburn castle and was attacked by monsters. The pigman… their trail led me here. I was thinking this was just a farmhouse… but these…” He nodded to the orc. “These must be the pigman.”

“Uh… yes.” I answered nervously. “Um… aren’t they orcs?”

“What, orcs? No… orcs don’t look like that, they’re bigger, although stupid adventures and less knowledgeable people might call them orcs. I guess because it rhymes with pork or something. Wait,  there was a girl!” He suddenly spoke intensely, “There should have been a girl! Farmgirl, did you see any other women?”

I mentally berated myself for trusting my web novel lore. Tolkien orcs it was. I set beautification back to human, realizing the last few days it had been set to something that wasn’t here. So apparently, I had just been fucking pigmen… somehow the downgrade in status hit my pride slightly. As I berated my misdemeanor, the prince took a step past, looking around the farm as if a princess would pop out if he stared hard enough. His eyes narrowed on the second headless body, the pile including the third or-err pigman, and then back to me.

I gave him a wry smile. “Um… yes?”

Although I knew I had to play the part of this Princess Bartrum, I was immediately dismissed by the first prince I met, so my confidence further fell to an all-time low.

“Then, where is she?” he asked, his voice panicked.

I attempted to rebuild the mask, the conceal and deception that had driven my life with Denova. “Th-this one will have you know sh-she will not be talked to like this!”

Ignoring the stuttering, this was exactly textbook how Denova told me to talk.

The prince’s eyes widened and a stupid look formed on his face. “Yo-you’re the princess?”

“I’ll have you know, this one is none other than Princess Cornelia Bartrum, so please don’t act so familiar.”

I stared my eyes down at the prince as haughtily as I could.

“Pfft…” The sound burst from his lips as he started laughing. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just the way you’re talking. It reminds me exactly of this play they show commoners where the nobles all act like snooty miscreants. You talk exactly how commoners think nobles talk.”

“Eh… but he told me that the Hyburn nobles are supposed to talk like this.” I let out before I could stop myself, my disguise immediately breaking.

He chuckled, “Who said that?”

“My steward, he said, when you’re in Nidia meeting your betrothed, you must talk like this or they’ll all think you’re disrespectful.”

I made that up on the fly.

“Eh?” he made a noise.

“Eh?” I responded back.

“Yo-you’re really Cornelia Bartrum!”

“Of course, I am!” I say indignantly, straightening my back and incidentally causing the sword to swing up.

“Ah! Okay, princess… let’s just…” He reaches out and pinches the tip of my sword. “Let’s just put that somewhere safe… er…”

He pulls, and I let him take the sword from my grasp. He then tosses it away like he’s tossing away a dirty diaper, letting it clang to the floor a few feet away. Well, it was covered in blood after all.

“Well, it’s not like I have the Analysis skill.”

“Analysis? Is that like Examine?”

“Eh? Examine?”

I shrugged, deflecting his question. I sort of answered the question myself with a quick thought. My special skills are sometimes named based off of things that someone from this world wouldn’t understand. So, it’s likely that some of my skills might have similar names. What they call analyze, I might have just thought of as examine. I was growing convinced that this world possessed no hard and fast rules about skills, and that there were many potentially overlapping skills that did the same thing with different names.

After a moment of silence, he looked at me uncomfortably and scratched the back of his neck, “Um… err… I don’t know how to ask this. The Pigmen, they didn’t… um… well… your clothes are off, so it’s kind of obvious. But you’re not looking too shaken, which is why…”

“I killed them,” I stated.

He flinched at that, “No… yeah… I mean, I suppose you did kill them, but before that, it must have been horrible.”

“Nothing happened,” I stated.

“I… yeah… that kind of thing can destroy your reputation, right? So, I didn’t see anything. However, I do think we need to get you in some clothing.”

I nodded, confirming nothing of his assumptions. “Fine, then, let’s get me dressed. Those pigman tore my dress to shreds, then I killed them with a sword, and then you came. I wish I knew why monsters kept doing that. Maybe it’s something about me?”

The prince was nodding, his face showing he didn’t believe me, but his eyes suggesting he was going to help propagate any story I made up, no matter how unlikely. However, he stopped at the last sentence.

“Eh? You don’t know?”

“Know what?” I asked.

“Oh… err… I guess princesses don’t get out much. How do I put it? I guess when an animal acquires magic, it becomes a monster, right? Well, monsters have some strange urge to, um… copulate with human beings. Particularly females. No one knows why. It’s at least one of the reasons female adventurers are so rare because men would just be killed, women always get kidnapped and then… yeah.”

“So, all monsters are like goblins?”

“Oh, well, you know goblins.” Devon widened his eyes a second. “Well, no, goblins are considered half-breeds. But since all goblins are male, they spread their seed in human females. They can also use other demi-humans like elves, beastman, and dwarves.”

I stared blankly at him. “Demihumans?”

He raised an eyebrow, “What education did you get? That’s, like, world history right there.”

“Sorry, just focus on monsters then.”

He gave me a strange look, but I hid my feelings behind the conceal ability. Inside, I was kicking myself. I never told Denova where I came from and he never asked, but he probably assumed I at least had the common sense of this world. I learned the names of every noble in the surrounding ten nations, but I don’t know simple things like “what is a monster.”

“Right… well… I mean, monsters… errr… do what they do… to women, in order to create demons, obviously. It’s rare, like a 1 in a 1000 chance… but if a monster copulates with a human, their spawn creates a half-breed. All the demons on the demon continent, every stabilized line, the dracons, the vampires, the devils… they were all once the children of rape. That’s why most humans hate them so much.” Suddenly he put up his hands. “Not that I want to make a statement about it here. I mean, I don’t care if your propeace or war with demons, there are people who hate them as monsters pretending to be human and those that think their humanity makes them like us… can we not have this conversation anymore with you naked here?”

I shrugged, “Fair enough.”

However, on the inside, I was fangirling like crazy. I had heard one or two offhand remarks about a demon continent, but now I knew what it was. Demons! Or at least, devils, dracons, vampires, and the like. Basically, anything half monster with a human side. That would be a lamia with a snake monster, perhaps a half spider arachne? But a one in a thousand chance… that means there was a lot of raped women on the monster’s hands. I can kind of see the point of view of the humans, except that these weren’t the rapers, these were basically the victims, the byproducts of an unholy union.

I walked out past him, finally leaving the barn I had fornicated in like a pig, with apparently pigmen. I gave a wry smile as I finally left the place. It wasn’t particularly chilly out, but I was in nothing but a towel, so I shivered even with his cloak over me.

“So, how did you know about the attack?” I asked, “You said you had been tracking them for two days or so.”

“Right, about four days ago a horse from your carriage came running into the city riderless. There was a note left on it. One of the guards must have written down a warning. Perhaps he fell off the horse, or perhaps he sent the horse off while he guarded the rear. Either way, I came out with a contingent to check. The third prince sends his regards… he, uh… was not able to come.”

That sounded a little strange, I was wondering why it was the fourth prince after all. It seemed like there was probably more to it than that, but I wasn’t going to turn it into a deal. However, the truly strange part was that the horse entered the city before we were even attacked. I remembered the guards talk before I became distracted, and Denova’s assurance he handled it. I didn’t think it was too far a stretch to believe that Denova always planned to have orcs attack and murder everyone in the caravan except me. In other words, I could owe my breakdown in the barn to more of Denova’s actions. One more reason to murder him.

“You’re here alone?” I asked.

“Ah… well… most of the pigmen were dead, I only tracked a few. I sent the rest of the guards to fix the carriage and bring your things to the castle. I’d expected to find the princess dead… or… in a shape I didn’t want the knights to see. If that got out… it could damage… well… you’re here and you look well enough?”

That last part came out as more of a question. There was no doubt he expected me to be half starved, perhaps raped bloody, and maybe a pigman demon growing in my stomach… or were pigman demihumans too? I didn’t know.

“Well, are you going to offer a girl clothing, or should I stand here naked all day.”

The second I brought that up, he turned red with embarrassed and gave an awkward cough. “That’s right, I didn’t bring any of your dresses…”

“Well, then, do you have any change of clothes for yourself?”

“Mine? I mean, they’re a shirt and pants…” He fumbled with his words kind of awkwardly, it might have been cute in certain circumstances.

“Women can wear pants, you know?”

He seemed to blush harder, “Yeah, that’s right… of course.”

He apparently seemed flustered as I tried to maintain my princess aura. I had dropped the haughty speech and had supplemented it for something a tad demanding, like an overbearing girlfriend. Since Denova’s “teaching” had been completely misleading, I had to wonder if he did it just to attempt to embarrass me, I had to cobble together an appropriate noble personality. However, I just went through a “traumatic” experience, so it wouldn’t be strange if I acted strangely initially. Perhaps, that was Denova’s intention all along. Yeah, Denova had planned this whole thing from the start, that bastard.

While I was thinking this, Prince Devon lead me to his horse, working through a saddlebag before finally pulling out clothing. It was very fine clothing, the shirt was silk, while the pants seemed to be something double layered and reinforced like a noble’s form of riding pants in the pre-jeans era. I graciously took the clothing, and a moment later, my soiled blanket fell to the ground.

“Are you going to keep staring?” I asked him mischievously.

I was on the other side of the horse, so my bits and pieces were hidden behind his view unless he peered over like a lecher, however, the sudden dropping of my towel had flabbergasted him into staring at my barely concealed form with widened eyes.

“Oh, sorry…” He turned around like a gentlemen, and I couldn’t help but make a soft chuckle.

I picked up the clothing he had put over the saddle of the horse and I smelled it. It had his manly scent on it, sending a few shivers to the right places. I sighed, preparing myself to show restraint. The way I acted in the carriage and prior is not the way I could act anymore. I had to reign in my urges and take control of my body. An out-of-control seductress was dangerous to herself and everyone around her.

“You’re… not what I expected.”

I bent over and slowly brought up my pants. He was clearly facing away from me, yet my hands softly glided up my thighs, bringing my pants up slowly, like I was doing a performance. I wasn’t even aware of the actions myself at the time. My body simply moved more sensually, as if by habit. If anyone came upon this scene of me dressing, they likely would have thought I was reverse strip teasing a boy I had spent the previous night fucking. This is one of many small changes I was not aware of. As I leveled, my body adapted to the class of seductress, and my eyes, voice, and body changed accordingly outside my control.

“And what didn’t you expect?” I asked, although even I was unaware of the sultriness that ended up in my voice.

“Well… I mean, you’re so…” he shook his head and changed what he was going to say. “You killed two orcs with their own blade after being held captive for nearly a week. You… take off your clothes in the wilderness without any concern of anyone seeing your innocence. You have no problems dressing in boy’s clothing…”

“Why? Do I look like a boy?” I smirked as I put the shirt over my head, finally covering up any indecent exposure.

He hesitantly turned around, but when he did, our eyes met and I gave a sweet smile. “N-no… not at all.”

“So!” I moved out from behind the horse and spun around like I was showing off, “What do you think, do I look princely?”

The surprise in his eyes gave way to a genuine laugh. “I wouldn’t say a prince, maybe a lucky woman who has recently bedded a pr- uh… I mean, I’m sorry, no… you look fine.”

He became flustered, but I responded with a giggle of my own. “It’s okay… don’t be afraid of being honest. I’m not so innocent as you assume.”

“I… see.” He said after a moment, considering me as he went, finally he let out a sigh. “The sooner we get back, the sooner we can alleviate my brother’s concerns. I do not have a spare pair of boots, it seems, so you can ride my horse and we can head back to the castle. It’s about a two days ride, but a five-day walk.”

“Then it’d be faster if we road together, right?” I offered.


“You in front, me behind. Don’t worry, I won’t fall off.”

His eyes seemed unsure, but after a moment he nodded. “I suppose that would be best.”

He jumped up onto the horse with finesse and I followed closely, sitting firmly behind him. This was one thing in this world I was actually familiar with. My uncle owned a ranch and when I was younger, we’d head out during the summers. I got to do quite a bit of horseback riding. I wouldn’t say I could handle a horse at a gallop or do jumps, but I could do horse cares, mount, and turn enough that I didn’t look completely ridiculous.

As he kicked the sides of the horse and we started leaving the abandoned barn that had been my playhouse, I tucked the jewelry box and a few vials of “potion” into my pockets. I’ll leave it to your imagination where I had hidden it while I wore nothing but a towel and a cloak.

I wrapped my arms around the prince and rested my head against his back. He stiffened, but since he didn’t resist I got comfortable. He smelled really good, even compared to the Bandit King. Denova was a bit heavy on the perfumes, but Devon had it worked to a science. He was clean smelling, with just a hint of sweat and musk from a two day’s ride.

As I pressed myself against his strong and warm back, and the horse started bouncing my crouch up and down on the back edge of the saddle, I realized this was going to be a long trip indeed. I immediately started training my carnal resistance.

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Inma no Hado chapter 92

Hello everyone:) Here is a new chapter of InH. the next chapters will be about Arisa and then the last 5 chapters will concetrate on Ruriko´s mother again:) before we start a new arc. Thanks to The Alchemyst and Whizzer who help me edit Hero Pandemic and InH. Whizzer currently edit the first chapters and chapter 1 and 2 are already up on pun´s site if you want to read it again:)

chapter 92

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