“I won't lie—I’m going along with this more out of morbid curiosity than anything else,” Ember said to Beatrice as they both stood next to the bound ninja girl while Tabitha undid her spell.
“Ugh,” Olivia moaned, finally free from her bonds.
The ninja girl clearly had issues moving her limbs after being bound and remaining in the sa position for… Hm, I wonder how much ti has passed? Beatrice wondered. Has it even been an hour?
The stench from charred remains of Bob and Garry had spread through the tunnels in full force, and Beatrice wondered how she didn’t notice it before. It slled of seriously over-burned chicken—a sll all too familiar to Beatrice, as she never was much of a cook and frequently managed to burn her als, engrossed in her formulas. Maybe she wasn’t as hungry, as Beatrice realized that she hadn’t eaten a single thing since she got here. And as much as doujins would like you to believe otherwise, cum was not the only nutrition required for a slut.
“Please tell there’s sothing decent to eat on the other side of these godforsaken tunnels,” Beatrice asked Ember.
“We have been here for a while, haven’t we?” Ember scratched her shin and looked up and to the side in thought. “I can’t say that this city spoils its citizens with a rich choice of food. But don’t worry, I might know just the place!”
The four girls got themselves in order and prepared to move forward when Ember said with an insincere smile, “Olivia, you wouldn’t mind taking the lead, right? Just keep straight and down, alright?”
“… Sure,” Olivia said coldly. It was obvious to everyone except Tabitha that Ember preferred to watch Olivia’s back and not the other way around.
Before moving on, Tabitha glanced at Sebastian, rembering the many nights she spent with him. And after massaging her pussy as she gleefully relived the mont where she slit Sebastian’s throat, Tabitha moved on with the others, striking her forr lover from mory.
While the party of four girls moved to the exit of these dark, stone tunnels, lighted only by Ember’s fire magic, Beatrice, as always, decided to spend her ti productively, assessing her stats and skills. She vaguely recalled leveling up during her lustful threeso. So, she brought up her character stats nu to check what has changed.
Information Na Beatrice Age 18 Class Succubus Level 5 (1%) Health Points 200/200 ( 0.36/sec) Arousal Points 23/60 ( 0.01/sec) Stamina Points 60/60 ( 0.1/sec) Physical Attack 7 Physical Defense 8 Magic Attack 8 Magic Defense 13 Speed 4
A slow rise, Beatrice thought. I need to asure my strength before I go assaulting any fortresses. I can’t do it against Olivia or Ember and risk failure. Not after I boasted so much.
But first thing’s first. Beatrice rembered that her [Arousal Pool] Skill had a level 5 requirent for an upgrade. And it was an upgrade she desperately needed to keep her clear mind for as long as possible. Normally that might not have even been much of an issue if all Beatrice wanted was to suck and fuck.
But now, with her new self-imposed mission looming over her, she could not afford to lose her mind to her lustful Succubi nature. Not unless she wanted to end up as a cheap sex toy for Belmot and his lackeys.
And with that in mind, Beatrice used one of her two Skill Points to upgrade the [Arousal Pool] passive Skill to rank E.
Skill Na: Arousal Pool ( 1)
Rank: E
Type: Eros Craft / Passive
Cost: -
Cooldown: -
Description: Increases Arousal Points cap by 20 Points and additional 5 Points per level.
Requirents:
Character level: 5
Skill Points in Eros Craft: 6
Beatrice imdiately checked her main stats to confirm the effect of the upgraded passive.
Arousal Points
24/85 ( 0.01/sec)
Alright, that’s a massive increase! Beatrice celebrated. For a mont she felt a tinge of sadness, realizing that she just permanently prolonged how much she would have to wait to reach that euphoric, mind-breaking pleasure state, even if just by so minutes. But the succubus shook her head and focused on numbers to get her mind off those shaful, pussy-lubricating thoughts.
With this I have… Eh… Zero point zero one tis sixty… That’s zero point six per minute… Eighty-five divided by zero point six… Ugh, I’m sure could’ve done this math in a couple of seconds back in the day... I wish I had a calculator.
After a little bit of struggling, Beatrice determined that it would take a little over two hours and twenty minutes for her Arousal Points to fill up completely. This, combined with her [Futanari Succubus's Dick] upgraded passive that lowered her Arousal by 20% with each climax, ant that she would be fine as long as she ca four tis about every two hours.
Never would have thought that impulsive fantasy sex as a futanari succubus would involve this much math.
This left Beatrice with just one Skill Point left. Beatrice glanced at the next possible upgrade for [Arousal Pool].
Skill Enhancent: Arousal Pool ( 2)
Rank: D
Type: Eros Craft / Passive
Cost: -
Cooldown: -
Description: Increases Arousal Points cap by 30 Points and additional 8 Points per level.
Requirents:
Character level: 10
Skill Points in Eros Craft: 14
Fourteen, huh? Beatrice thought and brought up her Skill Point tab.
Skill Points Total Skill Points 16 Unused Skill Points 1 Skill Points in Combat Craft 3 Skill Points in Mischief Craft 2 Skill Points in Eros Craft 10
That would require to continue focusing on Eros craft. And the increase is not that big comparatively. Though it will add up with levels.
More importantly, is there any point for to switch out of Eros craft now? I might need so serious firepower soon, but considering how underwhelming low-level skills are without significant investnt—Beatrice’s stomach growled again, and she decided to delay planning her strategy until it has been filled.
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