*DING!*
You have become queaky sclean! Eh, I mean squeaky clean! Whatever. Now, you better stop her while you still can, or she may rub a genie out of your bottle...
“Huh? Wha...”
Joe tried to protest but his mind drowned in the moment while various screens passed by his eyes.
*DING!*
Since you were cleaned and washed by someone blessed by Kunfayo, god of all crafts and work in general, your body is now sparkling with cleanliness. Plus, you have received permanent perk, whiff of divine.
*DING!*
Whiff of divine Your body emits a fresh and pleasing aroma. This effect will appear and hold for up to ten hours after each bath you’ll take. All beings with keen sense of smell will find you more interesting. WARNING! May cause obsessive behaviors in weak willed individuals.
“P-pleas s-s-too.... ah...”
His body arched while his hands clawed at the ground beneath him. Damn you, you old geezer! He wanted to call out but his eyes rolled up into his skull as he lost control over his body. His carnal roars of a wild animal locked inside his chest shook the entire forest.
*DING!*
You have reached a happy ending! Rejoice! You are the first one to reach a happy ending at the hand of this bath goddess! Mood +1000, Slave affinity + 10 000, +10% exp boost for the next 72 hours. Effect can stack for each additional slave in your possession that is cleaned by her within the next hour. +5% recovery speed. +100 MP +200 HP Warning, abuse may traumatize the target.
*DING!*
...
There were some more screens and screams, but Joe’s mind was in no state to take any of it.
***
“Shouldn’t we stop her?”
“No.”
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Several hundred feet away, Loirra screamed her lungs out in the river. That was both a scared and happy scream. About a tenth one since Neira dragged her back there.
“...at this point she may...”
“No.”
Joe ignored her and using his shovel as an improvised cane, he crab-walked towards the cobbled trail zigzagging through the woods.
“Well, you’re the boss.“
Savil gave up and followed, carrying the sobbing human warrior. The girl’s cheeks were flush with scarlet and her heart throbbed like a hydraulic sledgehammer.
The knight herself was in no better shape although her insane constitution dampened the effect of priestess grooming. Although there were still shivers running up and down her spine with each step she took. Thank goodness she did not bother with any undergarments. Today that would be a wasted effort. Though, truth be told, whatever left of her fur, never looked better.
An undulating moan shattered the forest silence signaling Neira’s victory in the battle of supremacy over the bedwarmer title. She had avenged them.
“Where to, boss?”
The knight asked after she matched her stride with Joe. The moan of defeat seemed to improve his mood.
“East.”
“East? But isn’t that the opposite direction?”
She nudged her head towards the city outskirts right behind their back.
“Precisely. That is precisely why we shall go east.”
Without looking back, Joe doubled his speed. For all Savile could say, he was trying to put as much distance between that city and himself as possible and as soon as possible. Though with the way he walked that may take a while.
“Why?”
“Reasons.”
“Joe, not that I want to complain, being your property and all that but, given our recent adventures I’d feel better knowing what we are getting ourselves into this time.”
She used his name. And that tone... It made him stop and study his slave. Savile. A knight. Their tank and his... He had to blink himself back to his senses. That’s impossible. Was it?
Cursed, perverted demi! He knew nothing good would come out of buying more. Sigh. He massaged his temples and looked once more at the unmoving animal gaze of his slave. Then his eyes went lower to the bits and boobs he cobbled together to save her life. What a mess. He’ll have to fix that later and maybe sneak in some more human features into her frame while toning down her wild heritage. Should he?
Neira was and behaved like nothing more than a fucktoy he used to have. The titular bedwarmer. He could sense she treated him as her meal ticket and just played her part, sliding at the border of what he could tolerate. At times it almost felt like she wanted him to use her slave seal on her. Savile on the other hand, he couldn’t quite put it in words. She... He had no idea when it happened but his affinity towards her tripled what Neira had. He restrained his own skills to prevent the two from finding out but, he could not deny the fact he saw her as... something more that a fucktoy number two. A friend maybe? A friend he turned into some Frankenstein creation. Even the color of her legs did not match. Sigh.
“Ever heard of chained quests?”
“Yes. It’s that thing when completing one quest opens up another one. I heard that people are sometimes compelled to follow such chains until... ”
Her ears sagged when the realization struck.
“You think there’s another quest waiting for us in that town?”
“I’m more than certain there is. Otherwise, that old geezer wouldn’t dump us out here. That city screams at me ‘save us!’ and there is no frigging way we go there. I have enough of playing hero for a lifetime. Plus, I don’t think my sausage would tolerate another gift like her.”
Joe jabbed his thumb at the two approaching demi. One, muzzled and locked in a leather straitjacket while the other pulled her by a leash and grinned as if she just won a lottery.
“Hai, hai, mastah! Faster you oaf!”
Victorious, Neira waved at them from a distance while time and time again a crop fell on the butt of the saintness.
“...gods help me.”
Joe groaned and pretending not to notice, marched on with his trusty shovel.
Somewhere in a plane of existence where mortals were not invited, a woman in red scooped the dies and vigorously shook them in a cup over a board they set a while ago.
“That I think was my que.”
She spoke and cast the dies.