Chapter 8- talents

Chapter 8- talents

"Trust me, I'll get rid of that thing on your face. But for now, let's just cover it up like this. You look much cuter this way," Frank said.

"Really?!" Tiffany's expression couldn't contain her excitement, as if joyous chirps were about to fly out of her dark eyes.

"Absolutely. Come on, do me a favor, help me carry Ivanka... Let's call her Ivanka for now. Come, let's take Ivanka to the stream together. She's covered in dirt, I'm covered in dirt, and there doesn't seem to be anyone around here anyway. Let's clean her up first," Frank suggested.

"Okay."

After all, Frank was still a modern thinker. Even though Ivanka was lying there with no resistance, covered in mud, he couldn't bring himself to do it. She had been sick from before, lying in the slave market with no one to take care of her, and now she had an odor. It was better to clean her up carefully first before proceeding with anything else.

Tiffany's strength proved to be insufficient; she took a few steps, gritted her teeth, and bent over, almost dropping Ivanka to the ground.

Frank chuckled and shook his head, deciding to carry her himself.

The young slave girl, feeling utterly useless, followed behind, her head almost hanging down to her feet.

Frank had only been in the lake yesterday, so he wasn't too dirty. After a simple wash to remove the mud, they laid Ivanka on a somewhat flat, large rock, and together with Tiffany, they started giving her a bath.

After stripping off her clothes, Ivanka's new body lay fully exposed before him.

Indeed, she was just another cheap commodity discarded by the same slave market. Her development wasn't remarkable; she was perhaps just ten centimeters taller than Tiffany, equally thin, with only a sparse tuft of pubic hair. Her genitalia exuded a tender aroma, completely different from the mature and plump genitals of the Ivanka he had seen before crossing over.

However, what was peculiar about this body was that her nipples were swollen, with piercings adorned with small bells.

Noticing Frank's gaze fixed on the nipple ring, Tiffany whispered softly, "I heard she was on the brink of death. The boss's son couldn't sell her, so he used her to test out the new piercing tool they had just acquired. Originally, they were going to pierce down there... as well. But after the nipples were pierced, she... died. I never thought she'd still be alive." Frank swallowed hard, flicking one of the small bells.

The craftsmanship was rough, the sound mediocre at best, but hanging beneath the swollen nipples, they exuded a lewd allure. No wonder he had felt something odd inside her clothes earlier. He never imagined... this thing that seemed unremarkable in adult films, when actually touched, stimulated his desires like a floodgate bursting open upon encountering the petite breasts that had been tortured in such a manner.

He couldn't resist it anymore. As a virgin in this world, he would surrender himself to Ivanka once again.

He spread Ivanka's long, fair legs, avoiding the reddish bumps, and carefully pressed on either side of her mound, gently pulling them apart.

Lacking extensive experience, he couldn't help but notice the pure, glistening pink hue of the unfolding flesh cleft, adorned with an obvious, faintly glowing translucent membrane.

Surely, this was her hymen. Something he hadn't been able to attain from Ivanka in his original world was now within reach.

At that moment, Tiffany suddenly knelt down, blushing as she watched his bulging crotch, and whispered softly, "Master, I... I've practiced with wooden props before. If you're already aroused, I could... use my mouth to please you."

One girl, unconscious and awaiting his violation, another slave actively offering to perform oral sex for him. Frank felt a dizzying wave of happiness, as the primal roar of male desire finally overwhelmed his weakened rationality.

He loosened his belt, placing his pants and purse beneath him and using his foot to hold them down. He looked down at his impressively sized member, trying to sound as gentle as possible as he said, "Tiffany, please, I... I can't take it anymore."

"I'll do my best to please you, Master." She flashed an untimely determined expression, moved forward on her knees, moistened her petite mouth with her tongue, and then eagerly opened wide, taking him in.

As Vicky had suggested, the blessed genitals were only surrounded by suction and envelopment, yet he felt a strong sensation nearing ejaculation, pleasurable but not uncontrollable. He could still enjoy it leisurely, feeling blissful and almost otherworldly.

He moaned in delight, not forgetting to reach out and gently massage Ivanka's slightly upturned pink clitoris.

Helping her secrete some lubrication, to prevent inadequate lubrication later on, was for his own benefit as well. He had experienced the tragedy of insufficient lubrication with a fleshlight before, so this was also for his own good.

A few minutes later, Ivanka's lower region remained unchanged.

Frank furrowed his brow; it seemed that the mismatch between soul and body was affecting normal functions too.

Hmm... His cock was being sucked so comfortably right now. Though Tiffany's technique wasn't particularly proficient, he hadn't really enjoyed this kind of service before. He couldn't help but think, why not just give Tiffany the first Holy Semen of this world?

Since Ivanka was a special existence, he might as well learn what normal circumstances were like first.

He now had ample control over his member. He gently held Tiffany's head and whispered, "Tiffany, I'm about to cum. You must swallow it all. There's a blessing from the goddess in it, not a drop should be wasted. Understand?" Tiffany, with his cock in her mouth, dared not nod for fear of her teeth grazing it. She instead gestured with her eyes.

Frank's body tensed, and with a forceful squeeze, the next second brought a sensation that pierced through his entire body, pleasure so intense it made him involuntarily cry out, exploding in his brain.

Shuddering all over, he held Tiffany's head firmly, his glans pulsating against her tongue, as thick semen spurted out.

Tiffany obediently swallowed it all, quickly using her fingers to wipe away the parts that overflowed from her lips and swiftly licking them clean with her tongue.

Then, suddenly, everything around him turned black.

Time stopped.

In the pitch-black world, Frank could only see himself and Tiffany, who remained in the same position as before.

He couldn't move; everything was frozen, except for his thoughts.

Then, his consciousness emerged. Vicky's voice echoed.

"Absorbed Holy Semen approximately 1020000000, tri-state level 6/30, Tiffany gains 20400000 experience. Please proceed with the bestowed selection."

With her words, three sets of runes appeared in Frank's field of vision. They were in the ancient language of Rubihart, but he could understand their meanings. They respectively represented "Strength," "Tailoring," and "Culinary Skills."

However, the three sets of runes looked completely different. Among them, the culinary skills runes were glowing, with varying font sizes. The tailoring runes were the largest, followed by culinary skills, while strength was the smallest. There were also differences in color; tailoring was a faint golden color, culinary skills a bright blue, and strength a very light, almost transparent gray.

Fortunately, time had stopped; otherwise, Frank would have been moaning in the midst of intense orgasmic pleasure while trying to ask questions.

"Vicky, what's the deal with these differences? I need an explanation."

"It's not complicated. As I mentioned before, skills come with inherent talents. When gamified for you, everything is made intuitive. Glowing skills indicate the presence of subsequent branches. If you choose a skill with branches, you'll have to select one from the subsequent branches and bestow experience accordingly. The size and color of the font provide a rough estimate of talent. The larger the font of a skill, the higher the corresponding talent of the girl. Colors represent specific talent levels: gray indicates no talent, white for low talent, blue for moderate talent, gold for high talent, and orange for genius."

Frank calmed his mind and pondered seriously before asking, "I need a detailed explanation about talents, the more quantifiable, the better."

"As you wish. Talents determine the difficulty of learning a skill or enhancing an attribute. Each individual has different talents for different skills and attributes. Talent levels for attributes are relatively simple, determining the difficulty of enhancement and the maximum limit. For example, Tiffany has no talent for strength; thus, you'll need to invest a significant amount of experience to enhance it, with a maximum increase of 20 points. Low talent allows for 40 points, moderate for 60, high for 80, and geniuses have no upper limit. However, believe me, your Holy Semen won't be enough."

Frank pressed further, "Wait, how much is a significant amount exactly?"

"Well... to explain clearly, let me provide an overview of the skill system gamified for you here. Whether it's life skills or combat skills, the grading system is the same. There are five stages for every 20 levels: Novice, Proficient, Expert, Master, and Transcendent. After accumulating enough experience to reach level 20 through learning or training, you must have an epiphany when accumulating enough experience for the next level-up. Success in this breakthrough is probabilistic and starts from level 1 of the next stage. The higher the stage, the lower the probability of epiphany. If you manage to have a successful epiphany at level 20 of the Transcendent stage, the skill will enter the corresponding sacred stage, with abilities second only to the divine level you received after the bestowed level."

"The experience required varies greatly depending on talent. Using gamified data for you, the experience required to learn initial level 1 skills and increase attribute points ranges from 100 to 1 million. Don't think it's just the starting difficulty; the experience required for each subsequent level-up increases by 1.1 times the previous level. A super genius requires 100 points to start and can master level 2 with just 110 points. Meanwhile, a talentless super idiot would need 1 million points to start and another 1.1 million to reach level 2. That's the difference in talent."

"I can't directly assess the specific talents of unrelated females for you, but when you decide to bestow experience on a particular skill or attribute, I can assess the experience needed for her to reach the entry level in that area, indirectly helping you understand her talents."

"Then, can't you make a choice now? Although time isn't passing, staying in a place like this must still feel dull. You haven't even finished enjoying your pleasure yet; after it's over, continue experiencing the joy of that bestowed level."

Frank fell into contemplation.