Elara woke before dawn.
Her body felt different—looser, warmer, like every muscle had been oiled and stretched overnight. The faint ache between her thighs had dulled to a pleasant throb, a constant low-level reminder of yesterday's hours spent tangled with Mara and Talia. She rolled onto her back, sheets sliding off bare skin, and stared at the ceiling beams.
The numbers hovered patiently:
[LP: 294][WP: 56][MP: 28][Arousal: 28% – Baseline rising slowly due to recent activity]
She flexed her fingers. A tiny thread of blue mana coiled around her index finger before fading. It felt… natural now. Less like borrowed power, more like something that had always been waiting inside her.
She sat up. The Vineheart ring on her right hand caught the first gray light—cool silver against warm skin. She twisted it absently. A faint pulse answered between her legs, like a second heartbeat.
Dangerous little thing.
Downstairs the house was already stirring. Lira hummed while tending the hearth; Garrick's heavy footsteps crossed the yard toward the barn. The younger siblings still slept.
Elara dressed quickly—today a simple skirt and blouse that laced loosely at the front. Easy access, her mind supplied unhelpfully. She braided her hair high, tied it with a scrap of ribbon, then slipped downstairs.
Lira looked up from kneading dough.
"You're up early. Market day?"
Elara nodded. "Thought I'd take some of the extra Virgo to sell. And… see what else is needed."
Lira's gaze flicked to the pouch at Elara's waist—noticeably heavier now with yesterday's earnings.
"Smart. Take the small cart. And if anyone offers more than fruit or coin…" She trailed off meaningfully. "Bring home what we can use. Oil, salt, a new plow blade if the smith's feeling generous."
Elara's stomach fluttered.
Market day in Elden Hollow meant people from three neighboring hamlets converged on the central square. Stalls, haggling, gossip, and—because this was this world—open bartering of bodies alongside goods.
She had never paid much attention before. Now the thought made her thighs press together.
[Daily Quest Issued]Title: Market Day ServiceObjective: Perform at least one public or semi-public sexual act before dusk. Must involve trade value ≥ 50 copper equivalent. Rewards:
120 LP 30 WP 15 MP Random Market Item Drop Bonus Objective: Attract ≥ 3 onlookers who later approach for service → +50 LP & Title Fragment [Village Attraction] Penalty on failure: +10% permanent public arousal multiplier (acts in view of others become 10% more intense forever)
Elara exhaled slowly.
Public.
She loaded the small hand-cart with two baskets of Virgo fruit—ripe, pink-fleshed, juice already beading on the skins. Added the bolt of linen from Mara, folded neatly. Slung the pouch of crystals over her shoulder.
The walk to the square took twenty minutes. By the time she arrived the market was alive—stalls of vegetables, pottery, woven baskets, smoked meat. Voices rose and fell in cheerful haggling. Children darted between legs. And here and there, discreet (and not-so-discreet) corners where skirts were lifted, trousers loosened, soft gasps blending with the general noise.
Elara found an empty spot near the well—good foot traffic, partial shade from an old oak. She spread a blanket, arranged the fruit in neat pyramids, set the linen bolt beside them.
Then she sat—legs crossed demurely, blouse laced just low enough to show the upper swell of her breasts.
It took less than five minutes.
A middle-aged farmer—broad shoulders, weathered hands, gray in his beard—stopped first.
"Morning, lass. How much for the Virgo?"
"Three coppers a dozen. Or…" She let the words hang, tilted her head slightly.
He glanced around, then lowered his voice.
"Or?"
Elara leaned forward. The laces of her blouse parted another inch.
"Ten minutes behind the oak. I'll make sure you leave smiling."
His eyes darkened. He counted out twelve coppers, set them on the blanket.
"Deal."
He followed her behind the thick trunk—out of direct sight but not entirely hidden. Anyone looking closely would see.
Elara knelt on the grass without being asked.
The farmer's trousers dropped. His cock—thick, half-hard already—bobbed free.
She wrapped her lips around the head without preamble.
He groaned low.
Her tongue swirled. She took him deeper—slowly at first, then faster. One hand cupped his balls, the other stroked what her mouth couldn't reach.
He didn't last long.
Five minutes in, his hips jerked.
"Gods—coming—"
She didn't pull away.
Hot pulses filled her mouth. Thick. Salty.
She swallowed every drop.
When he finished, she licked him clean—gentle, thorough.
He sagged against the tree, breathing hard.
"Worth every copper," he muttered. "Come find me next market. Name's Torv."
Elara stood, wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
"Next time, Torv."
[LP +45 – First public oral service][WP +12 – Quick & efficient trade completion][Market Quest Progress: 1/1 act completed – Bonus objective pending]
She returned to the stall, cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen.
Three men were already waiting.
One was young—maybe twenty, nervous, fidgeting with his coin pouch.
Another older—smith by the soot on his arms.
The third… a woman. Tall, dark-haired, wearing the practical trousers and vest of a traveling herbalist. Sharp green eyes. Amused smile.
The smith spoke first.
"Heard you're the one Mara's been raving about. Got any of those… special services?"
Elara smiled—slow, inviting.
"Depends what you need."
The herbalist stepped closer. Voice low, cultured.
"I need relief. Long road. Sore muscles. And I don't fuck men." Her gaze raked Elara openly. "But I'll pay well for a soft tongue and clever fingers."
Elara's pulse jumped.
[New Partner Detected: Female – Traveler][Bonus Potential: +30 LP if completed publicly]
She glanced around. The crowd had thickened—people buying, chatting, but more than a few eyes lingered on her stall.
The blanket was big enough for two to lie on.
She met the herbalist's gaze.
"Here. Now. While they watch."
The woman's smile sharpened.
"Brave little thing."
She counted out twenty coppers—double the usual rate—dropped them beside the fruit.
Then she sat on the blanket, leaned back on her elbows, legs spread.
Elara knelt between them.
The herbalist unlaced her trousers, pushed them down just enough.
No undergarments. Dark curls. Already glistening.
Elara leaned in.
First touch—light kiss to the inner thigh.
The woman sighed.
Elara licked a slow stripe up the center.
The herbalist's hips lifted.
"More."
Elara gave more.
Tongue flat, then pointed. Circling the clit. Sucking gently. Two fingers sliding inside—curling.
The herbalist moaned—openly, shamelessly.
Heads turned.
Whispers spread.
Elara didn't stop.
The woman's hand tangled in her braid—guiding, not forcing.
"Faster—yes—right there—"
She came with a sharp cry—thighs clamping, back arching, fingers digging into Elara's scalp.
Elara kept licking through it—gentle now, easing her down.
When the herbalist finally relaxed, she laughed breathlessly.
"Gods. Worth every coin and more."
She laced up, stood, dropped another five coppers as tip.
"Come find me at the Blue Fox inn tonight if you want round two. Name's Seline."
Elara wiped her mouth, stood.
The crowd was definitely watching now—at least a dozen onlookers, some openly adjusting themselves.
[Bonus Objective Complete: ≥3 onlookers → attracted 7][Title Fragment Unlocked: Village Attraction Lv.1]Effect: +5% chance per level that strangers approach you for service in public spaces. Stacks.
[LP +80 – Public lesbian service + bonus onlookers][WP +18 – Open exhibitionism milestone][Total LP: 419][WP: 86][MP: 28]
The smith stepped forward next—already hard, trousers tented.
"Me next?"
Elara glanced at the young man—still waiting, eyes wide.
She smiled at both.
"Both of you. Together."
The smith grinned.
The boy looked ready to faint.
They moved behind the cart—still visible to anyone who wanted to see.
Elara knelt again.
Two cocks—smith thick and veined, boy slimmer, leaking already.
She took the smith in her mouth first—deep, wet. Hand stroking the boy in time.
They groaned in unison.
She switched—boy now, gentler. Smith's hand on her head, guiding.
The boy came first—fast, surprised, spilling across her tongue.
She swallowed, turned back to the smith.
He lasted longer—fucking her mouth steadily until he pulled out, painted her breasts with thick ropes.
Elara sat back on her heels—chest glistening, lips red, breathing hard.
The smith dropped fifteen coppers.
The boy—shaky—added eight more.
[LP +70 – Double service, public finish][WP +15 – First simultaneous male partners]
The crowd dispersed slowly—some leaving coins on the blanket as they passed.
Elara gathered everything—fruit sold out, linen gone, pouch heavy.
She stood.
Legs trembled.
Arousal: 81%.
She didn't care who saw.
She walked home with her head high—blouse still unlaced, chest marked, a satisfied smile curving her lips.
At the gate, Lira waited.
Eyes flicked over the stains, the flush, the heavy pouch.
She didn't comment on the mess.
Just took the coins, weighed them.
"Good haul."
Elara nodded.
"Going out again tonight?"
"The Blue Fox. Someone waiting."
Lira smiled—proud, knowing.
"Take the good cloak. Nights get cold."
She paused.
"And Elara?"
"Yes, Ma?"
"Save some for yourself. You're glowing… but don't burn out."
Elara touched the ring on her finger.
"I won't."
Inside, she washed—quick, cold water.
Changed into something darker—skirt slit high on one thigh, blouse sheer enough to hint at what lay beneath.
She slipped out after dinner.
The Blue Fox inn sat at the edge of the square—lanterns lit, laughter spilling from open windows.
Seline waited at a corner table—alone, two mugs of ale already poured.
She raised one when Elara approached.
"Thought you might not come."
Elara sat. Took the mug.
"Couldn't stay away."
Seline's foot slid up her calf under the table.
"Upstairs. My room. I want to see what else that mouth can do."
Elara leaned in—voice low.
"Lead the way."
They climbed the stairs.
Door closed.
Clothes hit the floor.
This time—no rush. No audience.
Just skin, heat, slow exploration.
Seline taught her things—angles, pressures, how to use teeth without pain, how to edge until begging.
Elara learned fast.
When Seline finally came—riding Elara's face, fingers buried deep—Elara drank her down like wine.
Afterward they lay tangled.
Seline traced lazy circles on Elara's stomach.
"You're wasted in this village."
Elara laughed softly.
"Maybe I'll travel someday."
"You should." Seline kissed her shoulder. "With a tongue like yours? You'd make a fortune on the road."
Elara closed her eyes.
The system pinged one last time for the day.
[Hidden Achievement: First Inn Encounter]Reward: 60 LP • 20 WP • Item: Traveler's Pouch (increases carrying capacity for trade goods by 50%)
[Current Totals]
LP: 559WP: 121MP: 28
Elara smiled into the dark.
Tomorrow she would spend some points.
Tomorrow she would grow stronger.
Tomorrow… she would want more.
And the wanting no longer scared her.
It excited her.