Burning to know what the warden had planned, I remained seated, tearing my eyes from her pussy to stare up at her. Standing between my parted legs, she was inches from my chair, still watching me with that odd expression filled with tender, yet ravenous lust. The way she looked at me caused that fascinating, stark contrast of her black hair and eyes against her paper-white skin to be more striking than ever before. Then without a word, she took a small step back before sliding her meal out of the way to crawl atop the dining room table, giving me an incredible view of that sculpted ass of hers as she did. On all fours, she rotated until she faced me. Her smile widened at me as she stared into my eyes. My plate and cup scraped across the surface of the table as she reached out and pushed them to the side. A chuckle resonating with dirty promise sounded from her at my wide, fixated eyes. She lowered herself, shifting her body so that she lay on her back atop the wooden surface,

It’d been nine days since the warden had done the upside down deepthroat thing on the dinner table, and since then I’d made good strides towards being accepted into Chromaryn Academy. My spirit had grown… I’d imbued my phone with more spirit… I’d stockpiled bullets… But most importantly, I’d learned more about how to use the alchemy stylus, which has let me step-up my training with the warden by making bullets that’d transform into glowing water upon hitting something. Nearing its peak, the sun flooded the grasslands in warm light. The warden and I faced each other with about thirty feet between us. Having discarded her coat nearby, she wore only her all black training attire of sports bra, tight wrist-length gloves, well-fitted pants that were still loose enough to allow for ease of motion, and rugged boots. Stones orbited her as she lazily flipped a wooden breacher replica end over end in her hand, catching by the hilt each time. Since the delivery of supplies from Platys,

“No… really?” I said with exaggerated sarcasm at hearing I couldn’t bring my gun with me to go shopping for adventuring supplies. She bumped her hip playfully against me before leaning against the backrest of the lounge’s couch next to me. “Indeed,” she giggled before her tone took on a teasing quality as well, “and I hope I don’t need to tell you to keep your hands to yourself while we’re away from Stone Lock. While it is unlikely for you to be discovered as an outworlder, drawing unnecessary attention would still be unwise.” “Uh-huh…” My mouth curved up into a wide grin as an idea formed at her words. “So, since we’re trying to avoid too much attention, we should probably decide on a cover relationship in case someone asks. It’d be awfully suspicious if we had to scramble to make something up on the spot.” “Do you truly believe a random stranger would ask such a thing…?” “You never know… better safe than sorry, right?” “I suppose so,” she said with a ring of amusement in her

The inside of Jerethal’s Leatherworks had a surprisingly warm atmosphere with its worn hardwood flooring, racks displaying various styles of leather armor, and pleasant lighting shining from a few sun shards embedded in the ceiling. A tall, lean human who I assumed to be the owner of the shop hunched over a sturdy-looking wood counter at the far end of the store. He muttered darkly as he scribbled something in a ledger, but with the chime of the bell above the door as I pushed it open, his sharp green eyes flicked towards the warden and I as we stepped inside. “Welcome,” he grumbled through a scowl before returning his focus to his battle with the ledger. “Feel free to look about…” Not seeming to be put off in the slightest by the disgruntled man’s poor salesmanship, the warden strode up to the counter. She beamed at him and gestured to me as I arrived beside her. “This one requires a full set of lightweight armor preferably made from dune stalker hide and runed to bolster its re

It’d taken a couple hours to try on the dark gray leather armor and get it properly fitted, but when all was said and done, it fit as though it were made for me. The protective hide covered my torso, shoulders, upper arms, and thighs, which allowed my arms and legs to be more or less unrestricted in their movements. However, this lack of protection for my limbs had caused me to shift my weight uneasily as I realized the only thing keeping my leg from getting cut off at the knees, or my arms at the elbows, was the fabric of my pants and shirt. The shopkeeper had addressed my concerns by telling me, “Mobility comes with more risk to those who lack skill…” His words hadn’t really helped, but they had made a certain amount of sense. Worries aside, though, I had immediately discarded my previous outfit before conjuring a new cloak, long sleeved shirt, pants, boots, and pair of gloves all the same dark smokey color as the armor. The shopkeeper had let out a raspy chuckle at my desire