It was a very guiltful and sleepless night, for personally, because Eirlys was bored half way through of my inexperienced touching another woman, and she fell asleep.
"Eirlys? Hello? Eirly? Elly?"
I gave her cheeks a few taps in confusion, but no response. So, I check her breathing, because it’ll be one heck of an explanation if she got a brain aneurysm.
A moral dilemma then slapped across the face like I was a little guilty bitch. Do I respect another’s consent, or should I practice somnophilia and indulge in a buffet guilt-free?
I an, she did give consent, though, it was when she was awake.
Now that she’s asleep, does consent carry over? How does that work, really?
After a really while of existential crisis, I decided to stop.
While Eirlys was still sleeping, I carefully and thodically wiped her body with a towel, flip her back and forth to don her bra back on, then her sweater, the easy part.
Now ca the hard part; her alos-frilled panties and jeans... Putting the forr on was easy enough, lift one left up, then another, then lift her back up to put a pillow underneath so that her hips are more easily accessible.
Before putting Eirlys’ jeans on for her, I leaned down and gave both sides of her inner thighs two lil’ smooches as a goodbye. Knowing full well that we’ll et again ♪ don’t know where ♪ don’t know when ♪ but I know that we’ll et again ♪ so sunny day ♪
Putting on pants for an unconscious person was truly a task, now I have admiration for those necrophiliacs do worse things like dress them up everyday, dance with them, and further questionable endeavors.
Her underwear were in place, her clothes are on, all done.
I pushed Eirlys to the corner of my bed and tucked her in, a large pillow under her head, a comfy blanket while the air conditioner stayed on. You know what’ll maket his even better? If only she had soone else to cuddle with her, and that’s where yours truly ca in.
But while I already had fun exploring a woman’s body, I haven’t felt any pleasure myself.
So, to pleasure myself without compromising my moral dilemma of violating a person’s unconscious state, I decided to masturbate while straddling on top of her.
"Ah fuck... It’s all over your sweater."
After wiping it off, I yawned, groaned, and squeeze myself in right under Eirlys’ arm.
"Good night, Eirlys Sonder..." I whispered.
...
I was woken up very late, around 10AM I think, with a few knocks on my door, only to realize that Eirlys was already gone. A maid ca and told it was ti for lunch.
Luckily, no one brought up anything, only Hailie was still excited about having another girls’ night like that soon... While my head was filled with the image of Eirlys’ tits.
I excused myself early after lunch and trudged back to my room, now that it’s been officially one day after the rollback, I feel the need to try and attempt the Apprentice Knight questline... It’s going to be tough, it’s going to be borderline impossible, but you know what? Worth it, I believe.
My path of achieving Holy God Knight and be the law, being able to imprison and cute players I want will co true..
Maybe things will go well now that I am a changed woman, and nothing can get in my way.
Nope, fuck, I was wrong.
I decided to check the forum first, lo and behold... I saw it.
The post made by RapelZapel regarding the Brand New Destiny incident.
"Good morning, Darkmoon Adventure Forum.
I will explain everything."
My hypothesis would be that he’ll ask for help rebuilding the guild, making so changes in the system and try to do a beter job.
My entire body stiffened when the words passed through my eyes.
And the longer I read... the colder I felt.
RapelZapel was... Pearl.
The blue-haired mage guy? HE WAS HIDING AMONG US THE ENTIRE TI? JUST... FUCKING, COERCING EVERYONE AND LYING ABOUT EVERYTHING?
Pearl.
Pearl—the man I had stupidly, stupidly thought was simply another player, you know, that sohow got approved by the Omnitetris leader and was promoted to be the third in command despite never making any big moves or notable contribution—had been orchestrating half the problems in the ga behind a puppet mask.
Or rather, he and Ann... Those fucking bastards.
Pearl, whom I assud was just another overconfident B-tier mage because he never really show any enthusiasm from the way he talked was fucking with the entire ti.
What broke , even furthermre, was the way he dismissed everything.
The unnecessary deaths were one thing, but when I comnted and ask about our healer girl—Hailie—who struck Lady_Valerie out of desperation and got beheaded on a livestream.
"It was a promotional stunt."
I felt my stomach curdle. I squeezed my phone so hard it was a miracle it didn’t snap.
"I’m disappointed in you, Uncle Gimsen." I muttered, but couldn’t bring myself to hate that kind soul.
The rage that exploded out of was so loud I worried the Sonder estate security would think I was getting murdered.
I grabbed my hair and pulled until my scalp scread, I kicked my pillows, I scread into the said pillow until my throat burned, I buried my face into my blankets to muffle the noise but still shouted every profanity I knew and invented five new ones in the process.
The betrayal felt personal because I had a hand in it and actually was spun around by that motherfucker all along. It felt like I had sohow been made into a clown accessory piece in soone else’s grand theatrical fla show.
When my voice finally cracked into silence, I lay there trembling, my face hot and blotchy, my chest tight.
Then slowly, as the storm turned into sothing quieter, my breath steadied into a simring burn.
"That motherfucker must die." I nodded to myself, "Yeah Imma take great pleasure in torturing him."
The minute I don on my personal VR pod and spawned back into the world, I realized I was still in Avalon City where Rina finished her quest, and it’s going to be a long way to Klakku, where I could find Ann and where Pearl were probably staying.
I walked straight to the marketplace and looked around for a carriage service, luckily, Avalon was rather a large city, so it wasn’t hard for to find one.
I paid a hefty price to ride from here to the desert border.
Sowhere between the border of Danielle and the desert edge of Klakku, I impulsively stopped the carriage and went to check with the local rchants who were doing border-trading.
I looked for soone who were selling weapons, and sure enough, there would be one.
A level 10 bow & arrow... A debuff potion, yeah I’ll get that... A level 40 mace, not my style, I like cutting weapons more... A level 32 halberd, now that sounds nice... But there was nothing
"Oh wait... Yo..." I muttered, "I didn’t think I’ll find you here."
Higanbana’s Last Bloom
A level 55 Katana... And surprisingly, I was also at level 55.
Twilight-forged steel, crimson vein engravings with its hilt wrapped in storm-purple cloth, a guard shaped like falling petals glowing faintly beneath the shade.
I feel... Japanese, and bonita.
Japonita.
I feel Japonita.
The weapon description even had a poetic curse:
"It blooms only for resentnts too heavy for the heart to bury."
Perfect, the RNGesus had blessed a weapon that’s perfect to use for curses, and katanas are just so god damn cool that they’re impossible to not pick.
I bought it with the kind of reckless abandon reserved for people who have surpassed caring for their financial future. I would deal with the consequences later, but for now, every coin spent felt like feeding the fire burning in my veins.
By the ti the carriage passed the border and went a few more miles until its wheels stopped walking in the deep sand; the sun was already dipping low.
I rented a cal and rode him across the dunes for hours, there would be a returning shop in Klakku, it’s quite a large rchant organization.
Sand pelted my face, the wind stung my eyes, and my thighs were slowly being destroyed by the saddle, but I didn’t care. I rode until the sandstone walls of Klakku finally broke through the horizon like jagged teeth against the dusk sky.
"God... I should’ve just sprinted, it’s the afternoon already." I muttered.
The familiar, cozy city of loud yelling slled of spices, smoke, and warm stone cooling under the night. I dismounted without grace, nearly fell, cursed the cal’s ancestors, and stomped through the bustling streets with the katana strapped to my hips, storming through the people to reach the restaurant
Bastet
The mont I saw it, sothing in snapped.
I pushed the door open harder than necessary, marched straight past the front custors, and barged through the kitchen before anyone could stop .
Pots clattered and chefs froze, one guy even dropped an entire tray of at.
"Where is Pearl?!"
I strode to the spice shelf, deeper and deeper, until I reached the door that led to the underground brothel to the fright of all the half-naked won in there.
"Where is that backstabbing piece of shit? That asshole? That lying snakeface, that aristocratic moron! Don’t pretend you don’t know. I KNOW he’s here since he’s with Ann! Speaking of, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, ANN? Are you online? Or are you sucking his cock right now?"
No one ca out to greet .
"RAPELZAPEL, PEARL, WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU ARE! ANN MURPHRAY!"
Suddenly, soone had both of their hands; an unfamiliar pair of hands got on my face from behind without even knowing it.
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