Chapter 147

“We did,” Natalie confirmed. “I didn’t think you three would, though. And why aren’t you naked, then?”

“Why would we be?” Jordan asked. “That’s your class.”

Ana tilted her head. It was a fair point. The three seemed to have been caught up in the same trap, seeing how they had swapped bodies, but since they weren’t with Natalie, the dungeon had given them a less sex-oriented debacle.

“But what’s the point, then?” Natalie asked, confused. “What’s even the challenge?”

“What’s the challenge?” Jordan asked, eyebrows going up. “Our classes and bodies are swapped. What do you mean, what’s the challenge?”

Ah. Ana and Natalie had gotten to keep their classes, but that was because they had lewder activities to undergo—the combat was peripheral. Not so for the rest of the party, who had been split off into a similar, but different, adventure.

Ana had only just gotten used to seeing Natalie talk in a different body. The rest of her team also having been scrambled was difficult to adjust to. She needed to constantly remind herself who was speaking. Not Sofia, but Jordan wearing Sofia’s body.

“You didn’t keep your classes?”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

Jordan’s brow scrunched down. “Well, then, what’s the point for you? What’s the trap?” She paused, and her lips curled up mischievously. “Actually, another dumb question. Let me guess. You two are handling some other difficulties from swapping bodies.” Her eyes flicked to Ana—wearing Natalie’s body—who was covering herself with both hands.

Natalie was more embarrassed by the implication than Ana, like usual. Her face went red, and she shifted side to side as she struggled to come up with a deflection. Ana sympathized with her plight, even if she wasn’t as embarrassed.

“No, there’s been plenty of fighting, too,” Natalie said. “I’m not sure what you’re implying.”

Jordan’s smirk deepened, and she opened her mouth, ready to press Natalie’s obvious lie. Ana interjected before she could. Half for Natalie’s sake, and half because there were more important things to be talking about. Jordan could tease Natalie on her own time.

“You three followed in after us?” Ana asked. “Or did the dungeon force you to?”

Jordan paused, then turned to her, her teasing remark drying up. She gave Ana an odd look. “Of course we followed. It’s not like we’d sit around and wait.” She frowned at Natalie. “Though, just rushing in like you did was nothing short of idiotic, Nat.”

“That’s putting it politely,” Liz muttered—and Ana had to remind herself it was Sofia in her body. The blatant insult had taken Ana aback, coming from the persistently friendly girl.

“Yeah, yeah,” Natalie said, brushing it off. “I just kinda acted. I know I shouldn’t have. But how are you three holding up?” Her brow furrowed. “And what’s up with this mirror? Why is the dungeon letting us talk to each other?”

“Good question,” Jordan said. “I’ve got no idea. And we’re doing fine. Sort of. We’re surviving. Swapping classes is kind of rough. Liz isn’t the greatest with bladed weapons, and Sofia is...” Jordan hesitated, searching for a way to put it politely.

“Not a mage,” Sofia grumbled, wearing a dark expression that was odd to see on Liz’s face. “It’s given me a newfound respect for your situation. Having a casting class just dumped onto my lap and being forced to cope.”

“It was a struggle,” Natalie agreed. “So, you three are having to learn each other’s skills?”

That was an interesting concept, but also violating. Being forced to share the details of their classes with each other just so that they could survive. Honestly, Ana would have been more upset by that situation than the one she and Natalie had ended up in. Sharing the details of one’s class was highly intimate, much more so than being naked, in Ana’s frank opinion. Her class was written into her soul, but being stuck naked, or even encouraged into intimacy—well, it was just smashing genitals together. Ana didn’t get what the big deal was.

The other three didn’t seem too upset by the swap, though. Then again, they’d already had time to adjust to their situation, and even more to the point, Ana was hardly the best at reading people. Maybe they were uncomfortable with it, and she just couldn’t tell.

“But yeah, we’re doing fine. Jordan’s carrying us,” Liz piped in, her tone sounding too cheerful for using Sofia’s voice. “She barely had to adjust, since Sofia’s class is nearly rogue-like as it stands.”

“And lucky for her,” Sofia said sourly. It was rather clear the competitive girl didn’t like being the deadweight of the team, having to struggle with spell-casting for the first time.

“The dungeon adjusted its difficulty with the swap in mind,” Jordan said. “It’s not throwing anything impossible at us. It’s seriously weird, though. And definitely not easy. What about you two? It’s not looking bad?”

“We’re pushing through.”

“Having a good bonding experience?” Jordan asked slyly. “You still didn’t tell me what you’ve been up to.”

Again, Natalie’s face reddened at the obvious implication. And at how easily Natalie was reacting, Jordan’s delight grew.

Before she could get something out, though, Ana again came to Natalie’s rescue. Natalie wasn’t typically a girl who needed to be rescued, but it was clear she was embarrassed by the situation—and especially by the details. She probably didn’t want the details of their misadventures getting out. How she’d so eagerly sucked Ana’s—or her own—cock.

“How are the rewards for you three?” Ana cut in.

Jordan paused, her teasing cut off for a second time, then narrowed her eyes at Ana. Ana knew the other girl was socially insightful—certainly ten times more so than Ana—and Ana wasn’t particularly subtle even when she was trying her hardest. Seeing how Ana had done it twice now, Jordan had probably picked up how Ana was intervening for Natalie’s sake. Added with how quickly Natalie was blushing, Jordan could tell something was up.