Ines pragmatic righteousness is spiked and bothered, fueled with a burning compulsion to lash in a grudgeful nagging, if it weren't for the veracity of my inquiry.
"If i do it, we'll be even, okay?".
"And we'll be, Ines?. I may not know much, but i'm sure two Subclasses don't compare to an Embryon, or to the opportunity of using the Relativistic Portal".
She grunts annoyed, but her gesture lingers bewitching sexiness. Not on purpose, but Ines is undoubtedly a hot piece of ass, and i want to have more than one reluctant slurp from her.
"You'll have to help me too".
"That's a fact". I gesture her to come closer, but she crosses her arms.
"I am an Iscandaris. Don't expect me to kneel".
My fleeting smile conceals a sigh. "It would be amazing if you did, but it's enough with your gorgeous silhouette bending forward".
"Like this?". Asks Ines, leaning in a 45° angle, not resisting, and accepting the suggestion right away.
{Why is she so docile and tame?. It's because of the compliment i gave her?}.
Reducing the distance, my hands are about to hold Ines's head.
"Don't touch my hair. I'll do my part".
{Nop. She is the same…}.
"Go ahead then, less Barking and more Bobbing, «Bitch»".
She glares at me angrily, ignoring the comment, opening her mouth and swallowing my manhood.
No doubt nor hesitation, one single motion is sufficient to impale herself, withstanding the invasive discomfort, amplified with her gag reflexes spasming involuntarily.
[ Piercer ] [ 20 / 20 ]
Though she pushes me back as soon as the notification appears. "We don't have time to do the rest". Ines touches her lips, cleaning her mouth with golden Emts, while i observe the notifications.
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[ Piercer ]
[ Combat Subclass ]
[ Experience +100000 ]
[ Proficiency +1000 ]
[ Ordinance +4 ]
[ Vitality +4 ]
[ Radiance +2 ]
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[ Maximum Level Increased 8 → 9 ]
[ Proficiency +180 ]
[ Maximum Level Increased 9 → 10 ]
[ Proficiency +200 ]
[ Maximum Level Increased 10 → 11 ]
[ Proficiency +220 ]
[ Maximum Level Increased 11 → 12 ]
[ Proficiency +240 ]
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[ Level 4 ]
[ Random Stat (Mentality) +2 ]
[ Level 5 ]
[ Random Stat (Ordinance) +2 ]
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[ Randomier ]
[ Looter Subclass ]
[ Generate Progress ] [ 32 / 20 ]
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"NO WAY!". Ines exclaims stupefied with jealousy, pouting cutely while pointing to the ethereal screen below the one i read. "It's not fair!".
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[ Loot ]
[ Mystery ]
[ Random Tool ]
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{Mystery?}.
My mental question is interpreted as an answer. The word in the box transmuted into a small energy anomaly that is exchanged for an open scroll with ancient glyphs.
"I would have chosen the tool, but this is much better. A scroll to perform a «Stat Summon» is extremely rare!".
"How do I use it, Ines?".
"Right, Your amnesia… , Write the glyphs in the air with your Emts and summon the creature".
"How simple, but worthless to me".
"I can teach you, Vurckair".
"Haha. You almost sounded genuine and convincing, totally not interested in this piece of papyrus".
"Hey!. You are the one who said we should prepare to our very best!. If you learn to use it, we could have 4 creatures under our control".
{That's a good point. Perhaps this are like the Flying Manta Rays…}.
I hand the parchment to Ines, and she blinks disoriented, not expecting my prompt acceptance.
{Perhaps i should ask for something to ease her mind…}.
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[ Randomier ]
[ Looter Subclass ]
[ Generate Progress ] [ 12 / 5 ]
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[ Loot ]
[ Mystery ]
[ Miscellaneous ]
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{Second}.
The selection gives me a fat, cushioned, ergonomic pillow.
{Not bad i guess}.
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[ Randomier ]
[ Looter Subclass ]
[ Generate Progress ] [ 7 / 850 ]
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{Isn't that a lot?. Perhaps the reward will be mind-blowing…}.
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[ Rival ]
[ Situational Subclass ]
[ Antagonize Opponent ] [ 0 / 20 ]
[ +5 ] [ Radiance ]
[ +3 ] [ Mentality ]
[ +2 ] [ Spirituality ]
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[ Vurckair Vecturion ]
[ Sodomizer ] [ Level 5 / 12 ]
[ Proficiency ] [ 384 / 1200 ]
[ Experience ] [ 23700 / 26000 ]
[ 0 ] [ × ] [ Spirituality ]
[ 14 ] [ + ] [ Vitality ]
[ 9 ] [ + ] [ Mentality ]
[ 18 ] [ + ] [ Ordinance ]
[ 5 ] [ × ] [ Radiance ]
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"Ines. What happened to me is normal?".
"Not really. But it is not out of the ordinary either… , Vurckair. Be careful, Looter Subclasses are priceless, don't let others learn about this…".
{But they don't give Stats. I suppose is a decent trade off}.
"Because you have Stats «Locked», you will not reach a «Blazing First Zenith». But with 75 Stat Points, you'll be able to hide all your Notifications and Panels from others".
"Good to know. Thanks for the intel Ines".
The Barking Bitch's inquisitive gaze turns stern, like her voice. "You don't have amnesia. You came from an Exodus".
"It's as you believe". I confess earnestly, knowing this condition is of general public in Loutharn.
"I will take the command of the Expedition".
"Of course, consider me a «Pack Mule»".
She giggles. "That nickname suits your description, Lustful Beast, you are endowed like a donkey…". Ines's cheeks blush, her Emts flowing around with a beautiful shine, like a sinful, Dog-eared wingless angel. "Co-Cover already". She stutters, pointing to my groin while exiting the room.
{She has that side too. haha}.
Looking at the pillow. I can't help but wonder «Where should i leave it?». But the idea is unnecessary, the object disappearing before my eyes, leaving me a sensation similar to how the bodysuit responds to my whims.
{Problem solved}.
I leave Ines's room to reunite with the expeditionary group. Hearing indications from the Barking Bitch, showing she has prior experience leading.
With verbal warnings set in place, we depart to our destination, the mound of black stone, where the Enclosed Amalgam's entrance is waiting for us.
However, our entire enthusiasm and expectations are vanished as we cross to the interior.
Desert, literally and figuratively speaking, no live form visible across the black obsidian sand, colour and material observable in every direction.
The gale hits us like a heatwave, breaking away the dunes, the unbearable weather is worse because of the clear, dark grey sky, where a scorching red sun shines like it would do at midday. Making the air so hot, that a couple of grades more, might be equivalent to the aftermath of a thermovarical warhead, if not, a straight Nuke.
Ines sighs. "Let's go back, there's no point in dehydrating ourselves".
The Advisor accepts Ines's decision, understanding we are unable to fulfill the quota of resources, we were expected to provide. But the environment simply doesn't possess anything we can label as useful.
"Ines. Are we going to enter in another Enclosed Amalgam?".
"No, Vurckair. You and me can delve if we want, along our Two teams. But bringing more people is no longer within our authority, unless they want to accompany us on their own volition, we are on our own"…