Book Two – Chapter Three – Part Four – Sewers and a Duel (R-18)

The two friends entered the building and sat down on a bench. The place was surprisingly filled for it being evening, but that was probably because of the hype going around.

“What now?” asked Momo. She took her dupla from the pouch she received at the cash building and pulled out a pink coin purse. After a bit of exchanging from one bag to the other, Momo placed both bags back inside her messenger bag. The amount of bags she pulled out and deposited back in was almost something out of a comedy skit.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling kinda icky, so I think I’ll take a shower. Wanna meet up for dinner in an hour or so?”

“That sounds great. I think I’ll take one too.”

“Then it’s a plan,” Servi stood up, and Momo did too. They walked together to the third floor before parting ways. Momo had a room on another floor.

Entering her room, Servi immediately absorbed her gear and replaced them with clothes she took from the Old Onyx. For the briefest moment, she only had on white underwear, which was utterly devoid of sweat. Her Immortality prevented Servi from leaking water, and therefore from creating any kind of sweaty scent. However, that didn't account for grime or dirt that came from the heat of battle.

It was a thin black t-shirt that had a small sword in the top right. Servi wore white shorts that ended up above her knees and some slippers on her delicate feet.

When it came to fashion, neither Servi nor Itarr had any knowledge of cuteness or style.

I bet that feels good. It’s cute as well. When I get a body, can I wear clothes like that?

It was a little cute.

“Of course, you can. We’ll find the cutest clothes ever, and you can wear them.” Servi opened her hand, and a stick of meat she had stolen from when she raided the Rude Crystal appeared floating above it. Rude Crystal was a bar and restaurant all put into one, but it wasn’t like Servi entered with the sole objective of robbing it. Due to some unfortunate coincidences, she was attacked and responded appropriately. She considered all of their food and drinks and their tables and chairs to be hers for the taking.  It was the same thing with the Old Onyx clothing store. She saw the owner beating a slave and killed her in retaliation. Then she robbed the clothing store.

Of course, that made her nothing more than a common criminal. And she knew that.

She raised her snack up to her nose and took in a big sniff.  The delicate mixture of spices and the fierce inferno it was cooked warmed her nose and watered her mouth.  Even though she didn't need to eat, Servi sometimes liked to snack on some of her goodies.

It was still hot thanks to Absorption’s ability to halt the passing of time for items stored inside it. The juicy meat squished and covered Servi's pink lips and dropped to the floor. But she didn’t care at all about dirtying the hardwood flooring.

She knew deep inside she was a hypocrite. The people at the bar and the clothing store had people who loved them.  Servi's actions only meant countless families had been torn apart by her hands.

I should feel sad, but I don't. Why? Servi thought.

“Well, better go take a shower,” Servi pulled out some clothes as well as some shampoo, soap, and a washcloth she bought. She made sure to buy enough to last a few weeks. Considering she had well over 30 million dupla in her ring, she figured she could splurge a little bit and buy some of the brand-name items.  After opening, leaving, and locking the door, Servi began to walk.

The reason she didn't absorb her bathing items was because of Momo. If she ran into her, Momo would ask why Servi planned on showering without any soap or shampoo, and Servi didn't have a way to explain it without revealing her abilities.

It’ll be so much easier if I could just tell her, but I can’t. I just can’t! Yelling to herself silently, she noticed she forgot to pull out the bath pass, so she did it just then. A small ticket appeared on top of her clothes, and nobody was none-the-wiser.

Going through the women's shower hallway, Servi found a vacant door and slid her ticket right in. Stepping in, she checked if the door was locked before absorbing both the clothes she wore and the stuff she brought. The room itself was nothing extravagant. A small device stood in the middle of the room, and a set of curtains hung from the ceilings. One or two tables were nearby, depending on which door Servi entered. It was all white, though some rooms had different paintings and protected drawings on the walls.

Instantly, anger flashed across her face, and Itarr had to ask why.

“Did you see those scum staring at me with lustful eyes?! I’m not some fucking object to be used to satisfy someone’s lust. I swear, if they make a move on me, I will kill them. I knew I should’ve worn my armor. Stupid pigs….”

The next few minutes consisted of Servi explaining the reasons why she was upset. Itarr's understanding of emotions grew by the day, but it was the logical side of things that messed her up. She knew Servi was angry, but she didn't know why. She couldn't understand the connection between being leered at like an object and connecting it to anger.

Her generous-sized breasts bounced lightly as she angrily stomped around the room. Itarr finally calmed her Servi down enough, and she apologized, prompting Itarr to say if it was her, she would be upset as well.

Take a nice hot shower. That might help you.

“Yeah. I will.”

Servi stumbled over to the blue stone in the middle of the room. It was a Skill Item called a Wash Stone. Supposedly, and Momo told her this out of the blue when the concept of Skill Items came up, that they worked by using the user’s Skill Energy to start. Then they would take in Skill Energy from the air to continue working. Once that happened, the user could then control the skill as if they were a master.

It was confusing, and there was a problem.  Servi did not know how to use it.  No matter what she did, it just would not work, and instead of being a valuable tool that provided water at a cheap cost, it was nothing more than an expensive display piece that only decorated the room.

So, she did the next best thing. Servi manually used Create Water, the skill stored inside a Wash Stone, to wash herself. She didn’t know why she couldn’t use it, and it wasn’t like Itarr knew either. The only one who might know was Momo, and she slyly asked one day.

“Why would someone be unable to use a Skill Item? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of something like that happening before. But that’s not to say it’s impossible.” That was Momo's answer, and Servi was only more confused.

Regardless, Servi used Create Water right next to the Wash Stone and allowed the soothing azure liquid to erase her stress and worries.

Stepping away from the flowing hot water that dripped on her luscious body, Servi took out some shampoo and controlled it above her using Telekinesis. Then she used two anchor points on each side of the bottle to squeeze it lightly, allowing the sweet-smelling, thick liquid to come down on her alluring black hair.

I gotta say, I didn’t think Telekinesis could be used for such a thing, Itarr remarked.

“It’s so helpful, and it’s not even funny. It’s probably my favorite skill outside of Absorption, Immortality, and Soul Essence of Primal Combat.” Servi rubbed the sweet-smelling liquid deep within her hair, making sure every strand was coated in it before stepping back under the continuously flowing water.

The white soap fell from her hair and started to make its way down her body. Her breasts were covered in white foam, and her nipples stiffened when she moved back to let the water clean them. The foam then made her way down her tummy before reaching her crotch, though most of it went down her enticing thighs and long legs.

She brought out the washcloth and soap from her ring and began to lather it up. Covering her eyes, she washed her face first and rinsed it off before moving to her chest.

It was like this almost every night. It began with a simple shower before turning into something full of self-pleasure.

Her pink cherry nipples became hard, and her lower area began to leak with her nectar. And it wouldn’t go away until she pleasured herself.

And that’s what she did. She pinched her nipples before rubbing her clit, then finally stuck a trembling finger inside her. In and out, Servi's fingers were surrounded by warmth and coated in nectar when sensation filled the area below her belly button. It grew hotter and hotter, and a tremendous amount of pleasure overpowered her logic. She increased the pace and finally moaned out loud before losing the strength in her legs.

As if nothing had happened, she licked her fingers clean, enjoying her own flavor, before going back to washing herself. Of course, when she cleaned her crotch, she had to fight off the wanting to masturbate again.

And she couldn’t.

Crouching down and spreading her legs, the hot water flowed down unevenly over her body. She used her right hand’s thumb and ring finger to spread her lower lips. Steam from the hot water rose to cover her, and she started to finger herself again. Biting her lips, she stuck her index and middle fingers in her honeypot. She managed to reach all the way to her knuckle before somehow coming up with the idea to bend her fingers upward. She did and immediately felt pleasure, unlike that of the past month. After rubbing a sensual spot inside her, she unbent her fingers and pulled them out of her before repeating the same motions again and again until she couldn’t take it.

All of her previous orgasms were nothing compared to this one. She lost strength in her legs and fell to her butt, but her legs were spread wide open, and her fingers furiously assaulted her most secret of areas. Her spare hand caressed her clit as electric shocks of pleasure pulsed through her body. She knew it was impossible, but she was so thankful nobody walked in on her. They would’ve been subjected to quite a show.

“HHHMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!!!” she had to bit her lip so hard it drew blood to keep from screaming out as liquid squirted from her crotch. Even as she came, her fingers never stopped moving until she lost consciousness.

Are you okay? It only was when Servi heard Itarr’s voice did she realize she was sprawling on the shower room floor with her butt pointing up. It seemed a few minutes had passed since she fell victim to her overflowing pleasure.

I guess it was so strong this time it even took True Immortality a while longer to activate. How impressive.

Servi wobbly stood up before talking.  While Servi wasn't out of breath, her breath ran ragged and hot like she was still in the process of recovering.

“I can’t even begin to describe it… By far the most intense I’ve ever felt….”

She glanced at her fingers and brought them to her opened mouth. A pink and sloppily wet tongue appeared and seductively ran over and in-between her fingers that did the deed. Her own juice was, perhaps at that moment, the most delicious thing to her. After finishing, she properly cleaned herself and dried off using a Fire Wall.

Itarr had told Servi that she had thought of a way to dry off using her ring, but she was yet to be successful at it. By absorbing the moisture and liquid from her skin, she could be slopping wet one moment and completely dry the next.

The past few days she’d tried, it had ended in failure. Servi told Itarr she’d try again later when she had more control over it.

And so, her shower was complete, albeit with a little bit of selfish fun while cleaning herself. She decided to wear something else for her dinner with Momo. It was a black, slightly low cut blouse that ended just below her waist, a light blue jacket, buttoned-up, to complete her upper body, black pants that hugged her thighs very well, black socks, and black boots. As for her underwear, she chose a feisty black bra and panties. She had just a little bit of cleavage showing, but not too much. It was classy. Besides, if she decided it was too much, all she had to do was button her jacket.

She wanted to feel cute, and who could blame her? Servi was a beautiful girl with curves in the right spot. The lustful gazes of men kept attacking her, but not a single man had ever gathered the courage to ask her out. Of course, even if someone were to ask her, she would refuse.

But even as she stared at herself in a mirror she had taken from the Old Onyx, she couldn't help but feel odd.  It was different, but it was in a good way.

I don’t feel like the same old Servi from a month ago. If I was, I would've ignored Arty. Why did I snap? He’s literally less frightening than a bug I’ve stepped on while walking down the street with Momo, so why did I all get worked up? She asked herself while keeping up a cheerful appearance. She thought about changing her clothes to something else but shook her head a moment later.

You know, you really like the color black, don’t you?

“I guess I do. But look, I got blue on this time. I wanted to wear the overalls and white and red outfit, but I wanna wash them first.”

I’m pretty sure it’ll be possible to use Absorption to take all the smell away.

“That would be nice, but I feel like I’m far away from that."

We’ll get better. We just need to practice.

Fully dressed in her new outfit, the sound of her slightly heeled boots echoed against the hardwood as she made her way out of the shower room and into the hallway.  She turned to the left and right, seeing nothing, and proceeded to walk back to her room. There, she laid on the stiff mattress until she heard a soft knock.

Opening it up, Servi saw her cute friend bouncing ever so slightly on the balls of her feet. Wearing an oversized pink hoodie jacket, Servi could see the bottoms of a black skirt complete with small white frills hanging below. Instead of black boots, she had on a pair of white athletic shoes finished with pink socks that came to just above her ankles.

“Wow! That out looks so good.” Momo complimented Servi as her tail adorably swayed.

“You look good yourself. That pink hoodie is cute,” Servi smiled and returned the compliment.

“Oh.. umm… Thank you!” Embarrassed, Momo had to squeak out a response.

“Now, why don’t we go eat something good?” Servi asked.  Momo responded with a quick nod. They made their way up a floor, bypassing scores of people who were coming down. It was likely they had already eaten and were on their way to accept a night quest. While that wasn’t exactly uncommon, it was still a bit rare.

After reaching the fourth floor, most tables were occupied, and the two friends had to search far and wide to find an empty two-person table in the corner of the restaurant floor.

“That announcement was something else, huh?” asked the cute girl in the adorable pink hoodie.

“Yeah. I've never seen the kitchen be this full before. I gotta say, I’m a bit excited.”

“Excited enough to stand in line?” Momo grinned.

“Not that excited. Why would all those people ever want to stand out there for like twenty or so hours?”

“I have no idea. I don’t think I’ll ever do something like that.”

“I mean, it might be kind of fun if I was waiting on something I really wanted. But yeah, I can’t ever see myself doing something like that either.”

A waiter came over, and Servi and Momo used their meal tickets. The Singi asked for the medium-rare steak meal, and the Human wanted to try the duck platter.

They chatted for a while until the food came out. Sizzling and oozing with delicious, meaty smells, the entire dinner was absolutely fantastic. Two good friends, who perhaps began to feel a certain kind of emotion, were enjoying the time.  The food was delicious, the small and corny jokes were flying back and forth, and it was smiles all around. Unfortunately, such a good time had to come to an end.

With a mighty, out-of-character yawn, Momo sleepily rubbed her eyes.

“You sleepy?” Servi took a drink from her milk.

“Yeah, I think I might head to bed.”

“Wanna meet up at nine or so?”

“That sounds good to me,” Momo stood up and pushed her chair in before yawning again. She raised both arms to the sky and stretched. But when she did, her jacket lifted up and revealed her slim stomach. Momo didn’t notice it, or else her face would’ve gone hot red with embarrassment.

Her jacket fell back down when she lowered her arms, and based on where she stood, only Servi and Itarr were blessed with seeing it.

“Good night, Servi. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sweet dreams, Momo,” She smiled at her friend and made her way to her room, leaving Servi alone at the table. She finished off her glass of milk before standing up.  Her destination was her room.

What about Black Croc?

“What about him?” Servi said. She was made her way down the stairs to the third floor while gripping the wooden handles. It was so smooth and a bit slippery, meaning someone had probably wiped it down with some kind of cleaning solution.

Are you gonna kill it?

“I was thinking about it, but it might be a good idea for Momo and me to take it down when she gets a little stronger. Besides, I think I scared him off.”

That would be nice. What’s the plan? Are you gonna go to sleep?

“Probably,” she said as when gripped the door handle. Pulling out the key using her ring, it appeared right inside the keyhole. She didn’t bother using Telekinesis to turn it because it might bend or crack the key, so she did it manually before absorbing it back inside her ring.

Stepping inside, Servi did something she should’ve done a while ago. After locking the door, she started preparing.

“There we go!” She picked up the raggedy mattress and course blanket and propped them against the wall before pulling out a fancy bed she took from Parrel's mansion. It was big and extravagant. The wooden frame was of the highest quality, and the three large white pillows were filled with the softest cotton. It had three blankets covering the bed. The red one was for the bare mattress cover, a fluffy white blanket, like a large sheet of snow, sheltered the red bedspread, and to top it off, a silk-like gold blanket smothered the top.

It's big compared to this small room.

Servi walked over and sat down. It gave just a little bit of leeway, but the mattress was pretty hard. Servi smiled and stripped down to her bare skin via absorbing her clothes.

How is it?

“Wonderful. It’s way better than that crappy thing,” Servi pointed to the mattress and blanket against the wall. She pulled up the blankets and hopped underneath them. Servi pulled them up to her stomach, leaving her rich breasts uncovered. The dichotomy between her warm waist and chilly upper body nearly excited her, but the alluring gaze of sleep overpowered that pleasure. “It’s really like I’m sleeping on clouds or something... No wonder that rich bastard filled his whole mansion with these... You need to try this…” Servi gradually closed her eyes after her head rested against the pillow, and seconds later, she was out. It was the fastest she had ever dozed off.

Sleep well, Servi. I love you.  Itarr said. This was something of a ritual she performed every night. As soon as she could tell that Servi was asleep, she would wish her well and say that she loved her.

As if hearing it, Servi slowly smiled ever-so-gently, even though she was asleep.

And thus, the day came to an end. The two best friends had pleasant dreams of each other, and the night passed without much incident.