Chapter 10

With the sunlight obstructed by both the unseen city walls and the thickly forested area, it was rapidly getting darker soon after all four girls crossed the river.

“Ngh!” Beatrice winced when she again stepped on a painful end of some branch. The succubus’s feet hurt quite a bit as she was the only one not wearing any shoes or boots to speak of.

Beatrice lifted up her foot and turned it to see if it was bleeding, but she couldn’t even find a scratch. She checked her stats and confirmed that while she did feel some mild pain, she did not suffer any actual damage, so at this point this was nothing more than an annoyance.

Beatrice also wasn’t a fan of walking in the dark through an area where murderers and assassins disposed of evidence of their wrongdoings, but after she thought about it, she found a new perspective.

Realistically, who would be sent to do such dirty work? Only lackeys, Beatrice concluded. Even if a murder took place right here, nobody of note would want to stoop to carrying or dragging a dead body around. At least I wouldn’t—I would end up ruining my image as a leader!

And a skilled assassin would not be caught dead with a body anyway. They’d just take proof of their deed and leave the rest to deal with the mess. Which means, running into some lowlifes might actually be a very useful—

As if right on cue, Beatrice and the others noticed four figures crossing their path just some forty yards ahead. Just as the girls stopped in their tracks when they saw a possible threat, so did the four men.

One of them was a long, slender man. He had long, straight black hair, tightly-fitting leather armor, and two katanas strapped crossed on his back. It was not at first obvious it was even a man, especially in the decreasing light. He had both feminine and masculine features. But with a visible bulge in his pants, but no sign of breasts, Beatrice concluded it to be a man, perhaps an androgynous man, but a man nonetheless, and not a futanari like herself.

The shortest of the four was, simply put, a furry with orange fur. Armed like a rogue, he bore more resemblance to a bipedal fox than a human. Beatrice was well aware of the fascination with beings such as this in certain communities in her past life, though she herself never found much kinship with those people, despite their detailed descriptions of why they felt how they felt.

Beatrice would’ve wondered if this fox boy was indeed a boy or a man, if not for the writing in white letters on his armor that read: “yes, I’m 18. no, I’m not interested in some fun.”

The third man was rather unremarkable in everything but his age. He was probably no less than fifty, though, as Beatrice often noted, a grey beard always made a man look older than he really was. Scrawny build, a single short sword at his side with a bloody blade. Completely unimpressive.

The fourth man was a rather bulky one, to say the least. He wore red, heavy, spiky armor. In shoulder width, he was probably as wide as the other three men combined, which made him seem much shorter than he actually was. He had rough, unkempt hair, and lost an eye in combat that was now replaced by a black eyepatch. At his back, he had a morning star. The ball was as large as the man’s round head, and much like the old man’s sword, it was also painted with blood.

In short, four ruffians had crossed Beatrice’s path. Perfect!

Alright, let’s see ... Stamina Points...

Stamina Points60/60 (+0.15/sec)

Good. That gives me enough for ... Yeah, should be enough. Just barely.

Beatrice turned to Tabitha and told her quietly, but firmly, “If you intend to stay at my side then expect to be used in any way I see fit and be thrown into the jaws of death at a moment’s notice. If not—run away now, and never show up before me again.”

“I would rather impale myself on the nearest branch than run away from you!” Tabitha said with steel commitment.

“Good,” Beatrice said, turned back to face the new company, and took a step forward to be in front of the group.

The men did not take action at first. They seemed to be judging what to do with the sudden encounter, just like the girls did.

“What ... The hell ... Is that?” the bulky eyepatch guy spoke slowly while looking at Beatrice with bewilderment. And no surprise—she was almost naked, with wings on her back (that the men would not have seen had she not turned to Tabitha), and a tail wrapped around her waist.

“Huh—What!? Is that a demon or something?” The greybeard asked, taking a step back from the group of four shadowy silhouettes.

“No idea, John,” the fox boy said with a surprisingly gravelly voice and reached for a dagger.

The long-haired man also reached for his katana and said, “We should—”

“Wait, don’t tell anyone you saw us!!” Beatrice shouted and stepped forward.

“Huh?” the greybeard seemed stunned by the sudden plea.

“What are you doing?” Ember whispered.

“I’m a succubus, aren’t I? I can deal with this,” Beatrice whispered to her bodyguard and continued walking slowly toward the group of the four ruffians.

“What ... What are you?” the eyepatch warrior asked the approaching blue-haired girl.

“An unfortunate daughter of a demon and an innocent woman,” Beatrice said with teary eyes. “Please! I’m willing to do anything it takes to protect my secret and remain in this city with my friends!”

“Anything?” The androgynous man asked with a smirk.

“Anything,” Beatrice reassured him and took another step forward.

“Wait, what the fuck is that!?” The eyepatch guy pointed at the futanari’s crotch.

“The unfortunate consequence of giving birth to a demon’s baby,” Beatrice said and slid her panties to the side, revealing both her pussy and her soft penis. “But I also have a perfectly functioning pussy! I cum buckets when fucked rough. But you can also do my loyal slave, who’ll do anything you command. Tabitha!”

The green-haired mage walked forward and already begun undressing, revealing her perky C-cups.

“Please—ahn—be merciful,” Tabitha said as she played with her own nipples and smiled at the long-haired androgynous man. “I know how to be grateful.”

“Oh, I bet you do,” the long-haired man smirked and walked toward the mage. “I really needed this after hauling bodies for a whole day.”

The eyepatch warrior also seemed more interested in Tabitha, walking toward her while readjusting his cock in his pants.

“Jade, can I have her ass after you’re done?” He asked his partner. “She looks like she has a tight one.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jade answered, barely paying attention. Tabitha took two of his fingers into her mouth and guided them to her pussy.

Beatrice concentrated her efforts on seducing the other two men.

The fox boy meanwhile continued looking intensely at Ember, past the succubus’s shoulder. “Wait, don’t I know you?” he asked Ember loudly while squinting.

“Who knows,” the redhead shrugged and looked at Tabitha. The mage was holding onto Jade and moaning while he finger-fucked her.

“Who cares about her?” Beatrice asked the fox boy and pouted. She then put her hand on the fox boy’s elongated mouth, guiding his gaze to her big breasts instead. “Wouldn’t you rather look at something more pleasant? I have never buried a fox’s nose into my tits before.”

Beatrice then leaned to the fox boy and whispered into his ear, “I can’t imagine anything sexier than getting my pussy knotted and pumped with semen.”

Beatrice then moved a step away and looked down at the fox boy’s pants. To her delight, she saw an immediate effect of lies—a rapidly growing bulge in the furry’s pants.

“I’m not sharing pussy with no furry,” the greybeard grumbled with a scowl.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Beatrice took a step toward the old man. She looked directly into his eyes, put both her slender hands on his cheeks, and cast [Arousing Touch] on the disinterested man. “I’ve learned many skills to help me survive in this world. Even my mommy said I was talented.”

While still gently holding both hands on the old man’s cheeks, Beatrice squeezed her massive tits together with her arms, showing off their natural cushiness. She then unwound her tail from her waist and slid it across her stomach up to her tits. She slid her tail into her own bosom, pressing upward between the soft flesh until the tip of her heart-shaped tail popped out on the other side.

“Ahn!” Beatrice couldn’t help but moan softly from the tit-job she just gave her overly-sensitive tail.

Focus! the succubus reminded herself.

The old man was blushing with a wide, salivating grin.

“You will be gentle, won’t you?” Beatrice pleaded innocently while batting her eyelashes.

“Oh, sure, I will,” the old man undid the belt on his pants and dropped them, revealing his wrinkly, but strongly erect penis.

Beatrice looked to the fox boy, who also revealed his throbbing intent for the Succubus.

“Oh, you boys,” Beatrice graced the two men with a coy smile, standing between them, and reached for both their cocks. She then activated her [Sharp Claws] toggle skill and sliced off both their dicks with her freshly-extended razor-sharp claws.

“WUAAAAAA!!!” Both of them screamed in agony and dropped to their knees, holding their bleeding, shortened cocks, futilely trying to stop the bleeding.

“YOU BITCH!” The old greybeard growled at the succubus, looking up at the demon, just before she sliced his neck, cutting an artery. Beatrice then did the same to the furry and left both of the men to bleed out in the moss while she dashed to Tabitha who was under Jade, with her legs crossed behind his back.

Twenty feet! Twenty feet! Beatrice kept repeating and cast [Daze] on the bulky, eyepatch warrior as soon as she was in range before he could strike against her.

“U-huh?” the warrior shook his head, took an unsteady step, and fell sideways to the ground like a drunkard.

“What happen—” Jade was about to turn to look, but Tabitha grabbed his head and reached up for a deep kiss.

“Concentrate on me!” Tabitha moaned, moving her hips against Jade’s, giving him the final pleasure of her pussy before Beatrice sliced his neck with three of her claws.

“Ghahhhhhaalgh,” Jade choked on his own blood that poured out of his three gaping wounds that nearly severed his head.

“Ahhh!” Tabitha moaned and smiled as warm blood sprayed across her face, neck, and tits, while she continued moving her hips, pulling Jade closer to her with her legs, planting his still-hot cock into her pussy, fucking the life out of the dying man, accelerating his demise.

By that point, killing the eyepatch warrior was an afterthought.

And with all four men dead, Beatrice was greeted with a familiar message.

Level up!

Additional Skill Point available!

Skill Point? One? Beatrice wondered as she read the notification that popped up only for her to see. She hurried to check her total Skill Points. And indeed, her suspicions were confirmed.

Skill Points

Total Skill Points17

Unused Skill Points2

Skill Points in Combat Craft3

Skill Points in Mischief Craft2

Skill Points in Eros Craft10

Last level I had sixteen Skill Points, Beatrice sighed. Seriously, only one per level now? At least gaining levels was easy until this point. Wait ... What did I...

Beatrice looked at her blood-stained hands and for a moment froze up. I really did just that? So easily? And my first worry was Skill Points?

Beatrice knew she’d have to stain her hands sooner or later. But she couldn’t help but be astonished at how easily she did that. And without hesitation? But what was there to hesitate about? More rapists and murderers, praying on the innocent and defenseless ... More importantly...

Before deactivating her [Sharp Claws] Skill Beatrice walked back to the old greybeard that she left to bleed out. She walked past Tabitha, who laid in a puddle of the long-haired ruffian’s blood with a delighted smile on her face and a distant gaze into the dimming sky above them.

Considering how easily I seduced these morons, no doubt half the city will be lusting after my appetizing body, the succubus thought, worrying that she’d be attracting a little too much unwanted attention. I better cover up myself at least a little bit.

Beatrice had no intention of removing the clothes off the gutted, bled-dry men, most of which would not fit her anyway. But one item she found perfect for her use—the old man’s cloak. It was so generic and forgettable that Beatrice didn’t even notice it when she first saw the four ruffians.

This should counteract my own sexiness at least a little bit while I’m in the city, Beatrice theorized while removed the cloak from the dead man’s body. It was soaked in the man’s blood on one edge. The succubus cut that part off with her claws and deactivated her [Sharp Claws] toggle Skill.

Item: Damaged Generic Grey Cloak

Item Class: Common

Physical Defense: +2

Effects: While covered up, lowers Speed by 1 Point.

Figured that it would have negative effects, Beatrice sighed. She put on the cloak and looked at her information tab.

Information

NameBeatrice

Age18

ClassSuccubus

Level6 (12%)

Health Points220/220 (+0.4/sec)

Arousal Points47/95 (+0.01/sec)

Stamina Points34/70 (+0.17/sec)

Physical Attack8

Physical Defense10

Magic Attack9

Magic Defense13

Speed4

Speed is the same as the last level. So, it increased by one point? Beatrice brought up the information on her speed and saw a [-1] penalty originating from her cloak.

My Speed increased by about one point every two levels ... Same for Physical Defense, not counting the item buffs. The largest increase has been for Magic Attack, which kept increasing by one point per level. But this tells me next to nothing!

Without a way to find out the stats of others, Beatrice couldn’t even hazard a guess for how well she was progressing. And considering how nobody brought up the concept of stats or systems even once, she was left assuming that nobody else was even aware of such a mathematical representation of everyone’s capabilities.

Beatrice looked to her party members. Ember and Olivia were walking toward her. Olivia looked at Tabitha with disgust as she passed the blood-covered mage and checked the bodies one by one, making sure they were dead before going through their belongings.