Private - Kaleidoscope World (+18)

The charm that was Terrasphere has not yet caused any harm for a week's acclimation to the game of its newbie player, the half-Korean Christianna, known to the said world as Anabelle Zhang. Incapable of walking, she spent most of her days reading through the manuals and testing out different things in the system. This was something she was proud of, as she enthusiastically narrated what the week was for her to her older brother, Ha Jin, a tall and lean raven-haired bachelor whose purple eyes had mystified and lured women whom he was not interested with. On the edge of the bed he sat as he earnestly listened to every word spoken by his younger sister. It was not every day that she would share experiences, thus he cherished them as her bright face matched every actionable word her arms and hands could do while she sat on the double-sized bed in her dark room. She talked of monsters, of mastery points, of gaining gold and running around which was something she could not do in real life, and how she wished she could have a mount akin to a motorcycle. But one thing was quite noticeable --- or at least for Hajin. Never did she mention any other players in the game. It was all her. Not a party, nor someone she just came across with. No conversations with strangers or anything. Either she was hiding them from him, which he doubted as he believed she fully trusted him.

"So have you met new friends?" he casually asked. The brunette widened her eyes as if she has not expected the question before vigorously shaking her head. "No need," she answered.

"This is also a social game. No one can live on its own. In one way or another you would need help from someone," Ha Jin explained as he peeled oranges and placed them in a bowl atop the bedside drawer, a few inches near the console he and the youngest sibling gifted Christianna.

There was no response from her. Since she lost her limbs, she had become aloof of people and limited her interactions with people she trusted, that was, her family.

"It'll take time, I guess," Ha Jin looked at his watch before standing up. "It's nine. Time for me to go to the shop. I'll see you when I get home. Have fun, Christianna."

"I will."

Once the door was shut, the young woman immediately grabbed her Full DIve. After carefully laying herself down the bed, she wore he gear and initiated the game.

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The scantily-clad blonde Felin found herself in the middle of the woods of Brisshal. Thick verdant forestry greeted the heterochromatic eyes of the Felin as the noises of the complex fauna rang her ears. It was something she did not expect. The last time she logged out she was in Druuk Island. What could have caused her to land in this place after was beyond her.

"Oh well," she dismissed the issue as something trivial. Opening the palm menu, Anabelle started to tinker of her 'skills' and then mastery points tab, making sure everything she had done the day before was properly saved.

Not minding the danger that lurked behind the thickness of the leaves.


tag: @Sylpha Astarte

 

"Danger" wasn't exactly right, considering the biggest predator in the forest was humans. Or, to be exact, players.

In the morning she would be frantically baking pastries and confectioneries for customers and in the late afternoon she was hunting meat to cook over a fire. Disappointingly, her cooking in the game was horribly bland in comparison to what she produced in real life. To be fair, on one side she did it over a stove with a highly controlled temperature and on the other side she was holding it over a flame she couldn't control with the twist of a knob.

And god forbid if she tried to bake anything in such a different environment. It would be a completely different skill she would have to master altogether.

Right from the foliage burst out a rabbit, blood trickling from it's head. It ignored it's wounds and dashed frantically as it tried to escape from something behind. However, whatever "predator" that was chasing it had better methods than to attempt to outrace it. Promptly, a bolt of bright purple flew straight through the same path it took and unloaded it's energy into an impact right on it's rear end, killing it instantly.

A few moments later a blue haired elf would show up to claim her kill. Picking it up by the ears, the carcass went straight into her inventory before she paid any attention to the lady with the cat ears.

"Oh, hello. Hope I didn't disturb anything."

 

"Uhm, oh, no!" Anabelle responded, abashed by being noticed by the azure-haired Yladian. It was obvious by the way she avoided eye contact, and how her dulcet voice was a bit shaky. She did not anticipate that someone would actually greet her or pay attention to her. "You didn't bother an---"

Just before the Felin could finish her line, a burly man jumped out of the bushes. He was pale as snow, with messy bark brown hair. He was wearing a full denim jumper and a backpack. On his face was an grim wide grin. Drool was rolling from the edge of her lips down to his chin. His left hand was soaked in reddish fluid.

"Heh. Heh-heh-heh!" he started as he inched towards the Yladian. The dried leaves and twigs broke and left an echoing crunch on the forest in his every step.

"Do... Do you like some lychee juice?" He asked her, taking one from the pockets of his bag and shoving it on the face of the woman. "I said do you like to buy my lychee juice?!!" he roared.

Anabelle wasn't feeling right about this. She placed her fingers on her temple, "Inspect."

Crazy Lychee Juice Vendor, with 100 HP and 100 MP. From the looks of it, he was a normal player but if one would notice his actions, it could be otherwise.

 

The cat-eared lady immediately retreated. Normally, Sylpha would be the one shrinking back from contact, but Sylpha was the one who chanced on her.

Before their interaction could get anywhere close to a conversation, a man showed up in a somewhat dishevelled state. His approach was enough for anyone to question his sanity - with or without the usage of the Investigation mode. Sylpha prepared herself for combat, opening the palm menu to access her spell list.

Instead of brandishing any kind of weaponry, however, the man produced an item he stated to be "lychee juice". How he managed to procure any, or if his product was as advertised was questionable. Most would, at this point, choose to run away. In fact, Sylpha would have done so, if it wasn't for the second person present.

So, instead, she decided to buy time.

"How much would one be?"

 

"T-that will be O-One Hundred GOLLLLLLLLD!" the man in denim jumpers replied promptly, although the manner of which it was done would definitely raise a question on his sanity. His drool splattered all over the place, some even flew towards the woman whom he was talking to. His large eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He shoved the lychee juice carton box once again before the blue-haired Yladian. "BUY MY LYCHEE JUICE!!!"

The Felin could not take it anymore. No NPC could be forcing someone to buy his goods in such a way, or so she thought. "Excuse me," she butted in, keeping her weapon at hand in case something weird happened, "but your lychee juice is quite pricey. Aside from the fact that it ... could be mixed with your own fluids, since you have questionable hygiene."

The words that spewed out of Anabelle's mouth weren't the ones the man wanted to hear. He glared at her with utmost irritation, before shoving the same juice box towards her face, to the point it was just hair-thin away from a punch. "BUY MY LYCHEE JUICE!!!" he repeated his spiel. The Felin looked at the Yladian with a forced smile on her visage. Not because she did not want to interact with the woman, but because her situation called for a forced smile so as not to agitate the vendor even more. None of them knew what he could do anyway.

His free hand grabbed the cloth of the off-shoulder top the feline lady was wearing and shook her, reiterating his spiel. "BUY MY LYCHEE JUICE!"

"S-sorry! Sorry! I don't have enough money! Now let me go!" Anabelle answered. This further angered the vendor, but he indeed stopped shaking the woman to do something else. He swung his humongous arm back and then darted it towards the Felin in an attempt to punch the lady, while giving off a mighty roar.

Anabelle was stunned at the violence displayed by the character. The exhibition of brute force was definitely not a legitimate act of an NPC. Could it be that he was another character, or ... there were some other else like him within this forest?

 

One hundred gold. A ridiculously high sum of money, but this merchant was clearly not sane enough to offer a price that matched it's value. It would be better described as a price that matched his sanity. To make things worse, he was pushing his price on Sylpha until the cat-eared lady tried to turn his attention.

Which she did.
Which only escalated the situation.

In short moments he was already pushing his product at the other woman. Sylpha did not hesitate and opened her spell list, selecting her most powerful one. Instead of chanting, Sylpha preferred drawing out her spells, so with him facing the new "potential customer" (read: victim) he would not be able to detect what Sylpha was doing behind him.

When he started swinging his fist around, Sylpha tried to hurry up her casting in response. Which... she couldn't, because her finger was being controlled by the system now. Thanks to having started casting so early, though, she would finish before he had time to jump at anyone or anything else.

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Arcane Ray

A beam of purple aimed at him directly from behind. The collision blasted open a hole in his backpack and knocked him forward. Without hesitation, Sylpha selected her next spell, hoping to complete it before he had time to recover.

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Arcane Bolt

This time it was a smaller bolt. Weaker, but with so little distance between them, Sylpha opted for speed. This one was sent hurtling at his head while she took the time to back off. She did not want to be anywhere near the spilled contents of his backpack.

 

Anabelle was shocked at the insistence and the violence of the lychee juice vendor that when he swung his arm towards her she could not do anything but stare in disbelief, not to mention that her knees were trembling in fear as it reminded her of a nightmare she experienced within Terrasphere sometime earlier, of a huge man grabbing her wrist and forcing her to be intimate. While there was no connection between lychee juice and intimacy, the force used by both men was what triggered Anabelle's bad memories. Just when the fist was an inch or two away from her, a beam of purple light flashed and pushed the man forward --- good thing this time, Anabelle's reflex caused her to take a step sideways so she would not be wedged between the dirt and the man. However, from the backpack that was torn open spilled more lychee juice that some even splattered on Anabelle's clothing. Another streak of purple light and blood oozed out of the poor vendor's body. Death was the outcome of his violent behavior. It might not be an equivalent suffering for what he did, but who cared at this moment.

The Felin had her heterochromatic gaze at the blue-haired woman, "T-that was... an amazing shot. T-thanks, miss." She gave a grateful bow to the woman as a sign of her sincerity. "I'm sorry I became a burden to you. It was just that his actions reminded me of something that startled me.... please tell me how I can repay your kindness."

 

Seeing the man not moving and blood oozing from his corpse told Sylpha the one thing she needed to know - he was dead. Now that the problem had been dealt with, Sylpha finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Turning to the cat lady she just saved, Sylpha received expressions of gratitude before she could even speak up. Only now did they have time for a conversation... if it wasn't for the fact that they weren't in a place for one with a dead body lying around. Sylpha quickly nodded in acknowledgement before she squatted down to examine the corpse of this "lychee juice vendor".

To be more specific, examine his product. Jamming two fingers into his split backpack Sylpha fumbled around and retrieved a sample of liquid, best recognized as his product. Bringing her fingers up to her nose, the azure-haired Yladian took a whiff of the liquid...

And her face contorted in confusion. It certainly smelled like fruits, but with limited exposure to the fruit in itself, Sylpha wasn't entirely sure if the product was really how it was made in a world like Terrasphere, or his insanity had caused some alterations in the product. With the smell of blood being so close nearby, the scent was even harder to discern completely.

Lifting her other hand, she beckoned the cat lady over for a second opinion. "You can start with helping me identify this. If his overpriced product is actually anything close to the real thing, I should look into procuring it."

Sylpha would extend her wet fingers towards the catgirl if she agreed and take mental notes on whatever she identified it as. If the feline refused, then Sylpha would simply let her be.

Once that was over, Sylpha would wipe her fingers on the corpse's clothing before standing up. "Come with me, we should get out of here. I don't want to be seen near a dead human even if he was a bandit and I think neither do you."

With that, Sylpha would go back into the foilage and lead the Felis through the forest for a few minutes until she reached an opening. A campfire on the verge of running out and a pile of twigs by it's side were signs that someone had been there previously. That someone being Sylpha, of course.

Sitting down on the log, Sylpha would tend to the fire by throwing the twigs in. Only after would she offer the silver-haired cat lady a seat. That was, if she chose to follow and not abandon her.

 

After giving a terse nod, the blonde Felin swallowed up her anxiety and closed the distance between her and the soaked fingers of the Yladian. Thanks to her heightened senses due to her race, and the fact that she has eaten lychee before in real life, it was possible for Anabelle to actually conduct an examination of the specimen that dripped off the ground from the hands of the other player. It commenced with the first thing cats usually do when faced with an unknown object --- to sniff. Breathing in with her nose close to the fingers, Anabelle was greeted with a temperately sweet aroma that triggered some pleasant memories. It made her recall of her player's younger years; whenever it was in season her brothers would frequent a local market in Incheon to buy some of the said fruit and partake them underneath a particular tree that stood in the middle of an open lot near their house. Anabelle had problems opening the fruit and taking off its skin that a lot of times its juices would drip down her fingers, if not squirt on her face.

"It does smell like one," the blonde commented before she drew herself closer to the fingers, this time not leaving even a centimeter of space between them. Thereafter, her tongue slithered past her lips to lick the Yladian's fingers. A familiar slightly floral, sweet and tarty taste graced her taste buds. A loud purr could be heard as Anabelle decided to take another taste of the liquid, this time giving each of the blue-haired woman's fingers slow, long and lingering licks. Her tongue thereafter circled the length of each of her fingers, making sure not a drop of lychee juice was wasted, before gently taking in her fingertip. At a leisurely pace, her lips pushed while suckling, feeling her digit inside her mouth. Anabelle could not help it; the taste was just too perfect and close to the real thing. 'Delicious~ Not a drop should be wasted.'

Soon as she was sure she had taken in every single drop and smear of the juice off the Yladian's fingers, she straightened herself up and readied to give her verdict. She opened her lips and let it move on their own as ' words were flowing out on their own without the need for her to think. That actually could say something about the fluid. She was to say it was the most delicious lychee juice she had ever tasted, and it was indeed close to the real thing. "Meow! Meeeeow~"

What?

Her eyes widened. Did she just hear herself say meow?

Anabelle cleared her throat and parted her lips to allow words to flow out, "Meow, Meeeeow."

What?

The orbs of gold and azure widened. That was not what she intended to say. 'I said it tastes like real lychee.' "Meow, Meeeeeow."

Oh no. It seemed that she could not say a word in common, and everything she was to say was replaced with cat noises.

However, that did not seem like the only problem. In no time, the Felin felt like her stomach was grumbling terribly. Then, it felt like something inside her stomach was rising to her chest. The colors on her visage faded. Anabelle felt cold as in that instant, beads of sweat could be seen on her forehead. Notwithstanding the fact that they were still in the presence of the dead, Anabelle immediately crouched while holding her stomach with both of her hands. Following the blue-haired Yladian was not an option anymore.

"Meow..."

 

All her plans got pushed out the window when her fingers ended up going into someone else's mouth. Yeah, she certainly wasn't expecting that. Was catnip mixed into the liquid? Something with a similar effect? Also, there was something inherently erotic about having someone suck on her fingers so intently. It probably had to do with how completely thorough she was with it and the pace at which she did it.

"Miss..?" The Yladian finally realized she did not know the feline lady's name. She wasn't entirely sure about this little flame building up inside. She wasn't attracted to females in that manner in real life, so why was it when someone did this to her in a game she felt this way? Was it her attractive appearance? Her behaviour? All of the above?

"Miss...?" Sylpha called again, hoping for a reply. This time, she did. In the form of cat speech. Whatever "meow"s are supposed to be. Samsaran? No, that didn't sound right. There couldn't be another language that actually translated entirely to meows, purrs and mewls. Judging from her expression, the feline lady is quite surprised her own speech had been replaced, too. The biggest question floating around right now was "why is this happening?".

It was the "lychee juice", wasn't it? Paranoid, the Yladian wiped her fingers thoroughly on the dry parts of the dead man's clothes. Didn't want to have any of that affect her later. Then, her elongated ears twitched as she picked up traces of a low-pitched rumbling.

Then she turned around. The lady was still there, only now she was crouching with her stomach held and her face paling. Oh dear, it really was the lychee juice, wasn't it?

Circling around the lady, Sylpha quickly placed one hand on the cat lady's stomach and used the other hand to stroke her back. At the same time, she pushed lightly on the stomach. "Back up a bit" she said, preparing to coax some vomit out of the lady as she showed signs of illness. It seemed to be quite a quick reaction having just ingested it earlier, but it was better than a delayed reaction and having her potentially vomit all over Sylpha's back while they were walking through the forest.

 

For every stroke of the Yladian's concerned hand on her back, the rolling sensation of a lump from her stomach up to her chest and neck became more apparent for the Felin. She tried to push out whatever it was, hence she forced herself to cough several times as her mouth produced copious amount of fluids that it started to drip to the side of her pale lips, some of them may or may not be remnants of the fruit juice.

In an attempt to quickly facilitate the ejection of this foreign object out of her body, Anabelle weakly pulled up her right hand and jammed three fingers into her throat, causing her to retch more and louder. Just a couple of seconds and the strategy finally took effect. Though unprepared for what was to happen as she still had her hand in her mouth, Anabelle spewed out warm, semi-sticky liquid colored bile. Good thing the blue-haired woman was not in front of her because she might not like the rotting stench of it even if it was faint. The liquid smothered her hand, and dripped down her denim shorts while the others plopped on the ground.

After coughing out a couple of times, though this time one can notice that those were "loose" ones compared to the earlier when she was about to throw up, the blonde felt eased up. Her chest lightened, as if a load was taken off of it. There wasn't a choking feeling on her throat (or the gagging as right after spewing bile she pulled her hand out of her mouth) anymore or a weird rolling feeling in her tummy. Whatever is that, Anabelle can only attribute it to the lychee juice since it was the last thing she placed in her mouth before that gross event happened.

Though, it was all just a momentarily relief.

When the feline girl turned to face the other woman, she felt her temperature steadily rose. The ghostly color on her visage turned into deep red. There was a weird tingling sensation between her legs, as everything that touched her skin, including the wind, caused thousands of waves of pleasure all over her body. Anabelle could not comprehend it, hence she curled on the ground... but the grass only made her elicit soft and sensual groans and whimpers. It was all weird, yes, but she had to admit the waves of pleasure was addicting. Her body seemed to be wanting for more...

Her differently-hued eyes glanced at the Yladian, but instead of the pained stare her eyes had before, the pair were like searching through the blue-haired woman's soul while begging for her to touch her back again. It was confusing why she wanted to; she was not attracted to females in real life. Normally this was not how she would interact with her but her head was clouded with by an intense craving. At current state all she wanted was to succumb deeper and heed the call of her flesh. No reason or logic could take her mind off of it.

"M-meow," said she as she rubbed her legs and twisted on the ground while unsure where to exactly place her hands. She wanted it all over her, but it was dirty. She squirmed and pushed herself closer to the Yladian to have her lips grace her skin. She slowly traced a line on toe up to her leg using her tongue, and it sent bolts to her head down to her groin. "Meow~"

Is this still an effect of the lychee juice?

 

It appeared that even though the silver haired feline lady's speech had been reduced to nothing but meows and purrs, she seems to have retained enough sanity to process whatever the Yladian was saying. She just patted the lady's back as she ejected out the problem substances in her body.

But that wasn't going to be the end of said feline lady's problems. When she was done, she turned to face the Yladian. Sea green eyes met heterochromatic eyes: one amber and one sapphire. Then her face flushed red. When that happened, the elfin lady had only two words running through her mind.

Oh no.

Even if she didn't know what exactly was going on, the feline lady's condition was already abnormal and Sylpha was no veterinarian. Immediately she started exerting force to move the kitten away from the filth and desecrated grass. As she predicted, the kitty cat collapsed. This time, there wasn't meowing, but if one covered their eyes and nose and listened only with their ears... It could only be described as erotic. Granted, just regular panting from exhaustion can sometimes be perceived as such, but the moaning as if unable to handle the sensations being received made Sylpha believe the kitty was going into heat.

No, not just heat, she was downright having orgasms from whatever was going on right now. Then she started pressing herself against Sylpha's body. Sylpha was definitely not used to such intimate approaches and seeing the intense desire reflected in that heterochromatic gaze, even Sylpha found herself confused. One part of her knew it was the so-called lychee juice from the dead merchant that was causing this animalistic mating season-like courtship. One other part of her only saw the advances of an attractive female...

Then got turned off by the obvious lack of hygiene in the environment. Opening her spell list, Sylpha selected the basic levitation spell. She bent down and stretched her free hand while her other hand was writing the incantation. With that free hand, she patted the head of the feline and slowly moved to rubbing the back of her head.

As soon as her spell was complete, she increased the pressure applied to the feline's ailvery head. Sylpha immediately cast the levitation spell, using the arcane force to lift the cat lady then placed her casting hand under her back to hold her up. Her other hand went from the back of feline's head to the neck, supporting her up. Utilizing the momentum from picking up the cat in her arms, Sylpha quickly darted in the direction of the closest river. She knew her energy and strength would not last, so she had to capitalize on all the momentum she could.

As soon as she reached said river, she quickly lowered the feline into the river, leaving her head lifted up and using her now freed hand to wash her mouth. The water would at least wash the filth off the clothes, hands and lips of the feline.

When that was done, Sylpha stripped her own clothes, pushing what was not tainted into her inventory while those that were dirty was put on land for washing later. When that was done, Sylpha started stripping her feline partner, leaving her clothes on land next to her own.

There was no soap, but this should work out fine.

 

Ecstasy. This was the only word that could describe what the Felin felt when the blue-haired Yladian held her head and cast a spell to elevate her from the ground. The air passing through her body and the touch of the warm hand of the other lady brought nothing but a toe-curling sensation, enough for Anabelle to lose her defenses and had fluids rush between her legs, soaking her denim mini-shorts. She squirmed as her head felt light. Long seductive mewl escaped her cherry lips as her hands clutched on nothing but air during her euphoric release.

It indeed felt so good.

Reaching the peak by just the caress of air and the soft hands of the Yladian alleviated the blonde of the aching indulgence accursed her body. Finally, some form of rest. While it was true that the high was addicting, it still caused strain in her body, and that pause was what she needed. Anabelle heaved to fill her lungs with clean air, thanks to the many trees that surround the area. Heterochromatic eyes which once saw delusions of pleasure could only take notice of the clear skies that peeked through the verdant canopy, with intermittent obscurement by the dancing tuft of silky blue strings that was the Yladian's hair.

Wait, where were they going?

It just dawned to her that she was being taken somewhere. It caused her to panic a little, prompting the Felis to raise her voice --- "Meeeeow.... meow... meow?! [Where are you taking me?]" sadly, nothing but cat noises spilled out of her lips as Anabelle craned her head to catch a glimpse of her abductor. They were going a tad fast, and Anabelle could not understand what was happening. While not being able to see the path, she could hear the noise of the coursing river, which only made her chest pound hard. Water. The Yladian was up to something that involved her and water, but she could not exactly pin point what it was. One thing was for sure though: cats and water do not mix. She hoped that her hunch was not wrong... she pleaded that they stay away from water but not a single word escaped her lips.... and almost every part of her body was too tired or paralyzed to act.

Then it happened ---

Again.

The wild beating of her heart seemed to trigger a second round of what the Felis had succumbed herself earlier. Her nose now sensitive to the scent the wind carried, mostly of the scent of the blue-haired fellow. The greens popped out and became more vivid in her sight. Everything that touched her skin heightened her senses as some kind of bolt pranced through her veins. Lips trembled in desire. Heat caught her body once more ---

and then ----

SPLASH!

Anabelle flailed as she was thrown to the river... not only because she was a cat and her kind were inherently mortal enemies with water, but also because there was a prickling sensation in her skin that only increased her sensitivity. Her mind went blank. Her head was telling her something .... she was craving for something she could not understand. She wanted something inside her mouth, and all other orifices lest she would go insane. She whimpered and moan both in pain and pleasure, as every inch of her begged to be touched.

Her head was telling her she needed to be touched.

But wasn't it that in order to receive, someone should readily give something in exchange?

Yes.

In her desperation, the Felis' attention focused on the bareness of the stranger before her as she patiently took off the blonde's clothes. She noticed every perfect curve of her body, and while she had really no interest in women, she still coveted for her for lust was taking over her senses. In a heartbeat, and with a desire that the stranger would also return the favor to her, Anabelle leaned in and sealed the Yladian's lips with hers. Her warm breath was not enough; the softness of her lips was not enough; Anabelle wanted to taste her more, thus slithering her tongue past the woman's lips, twining with her tongue without a care whether or not the blue-haired woman liked it. Her limbs now free from the spell, she wrapped her arms around her, pull the lady closer and raised her up a little --- she wanted to feel her heart beat against her chest.

"Purrr...."

After a few seconds, the blonde released the woman's lips but started to taste the latter's skin by giving a series of slow licks from her neck down to her clavicle, while a hand softly traced her spine.