Free Web NovelChapter 44: Seabas Cupping Therapy
In a certain tower, the entire floor gleamed with a bloody sheen from the red moon burning in its artificial sky. Dead center stood a Gothic red throne, and on it sat a dangerously gorgeous woman in a red sequin dress that barely clung to her slutty curves. She was Sara Blake.
A smile crept across her lips as her crimson eyes settled on a particular line that appeared on the panel, hovering before her.
’Christian Wenz lost.’
’Should I just challenge him myself next time?’
"Interesting, you survived," she purred, running her tongue over her fangs. Then she closed her eyes, picturing something.
’Mmmmmhh~’
A thirsty moan slipped out as her hand traced down her throat. "The longer the wait, the sweeter he becomes. I’ll make you mine, William Hart. But first, show me more. Show me what else you got." With a grin, she sent out the reply.
’Not yet. Send a B-Rank first.’
’And let me know if someone sees him in the neutral zone. I would be meeting him in person.’
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In another tower, a golden glow spilled over Julia, making her blonde hair have a faint golden tint. She knelt on her yoga mat in Balasana, the tight yoga bra and pants hugging every swell of her body. Her heels vanished in the flesh of her ample buttock as she sat on them.
As she dipped forward, her chest pressed against her knees, soft curves molding to her thighs. She held it for a few seconds before pushing herself up, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.
"Ugh! I can’t even focus after Will’s proposal." She stood, wiped the sweat glistening on her skin with a towel, and gazed at her troops practicing in the distance.
"I don’t want to abandon them. They work hard and die protecting the core and me. If I become a constellation, this tower core will be destroyed. It’s their home. Still, I need Will. He’s the only one I know."
A frown creased her face as she pressed a hand to her chest. "No way I’m becoming a constellation. I’ll show Will my troops are stronger than his, and then I’ll make him mine."
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Back at William’s tower, he was sprawled out on his stomach, wearing nothing but those black boxers from his first gacha draw. Seabas was right beside him, tentacles slithering and working their magic all over his back.
Squelch...
Pop... Pop... Pop...
’Ahhhh, a bit lower.’
Squelch...
Pop... Pop...
’Yes, r-right there... Fuck.’
It was similar to cupping therapy; Seabas used suction cups on his tentacles to hit every tense muscle in William’s back with precision. He kept the pressure just right, not too rough, not too soft.
William had never been a fan of massages; the few he’d gotten were only when workload absolutely fucked him, but those were nothing compared to this. If Seabas was on Earth, he’d be running some around the corner NRT massage parlor for sure.
After fifteen minutes, Seabas finally stopped and stepped back, eyeing the sly grin on William’s face. He was floating on clouds, every muscle melting. Right now, he could take on three trials back-to-back if he had to.
William lifted his head just enough to look at Seabas. "That was heaven. You must’ve been real popular in that duke’s house, especially with girls, right?"
A smile spread across Seabas’s face, understanding the meaning. "It’s my honor that it pleased you, and yes, we Octarians are highly sought after for our massage skills. Most noble families have at least one Octarian butler."
William’s grin just got wider as he eyed those tentacles, a thought sneaking past his lips before he could stop it: ’Bet there’s a fishy smell on the tip.’
Seabas, catching the mumble, paused. "Did you say something?"
William snapped back to reality, realization hitting. "No, just mumbling to myself. You can go back to whatever you were doing."
Once Seabas went out, William dragged himself up, pulled on some clothes, and checked the regional chat to see if the stuff he’d posted before passing out had actually sold. But before he could open the marketplace, he spotted a flood of unread DMs. All from Julia.
’Hey! Will, how are you doing?’
’Did you get a challenge? I had two, but I rejected them as you said.’ frёeωebɳovel.com
’Please text me back when you’re free.’
’Can we meet at the neutral zone? I want to give you my answer to your bet in person.’
’Will....’
’You always ghost me.’
’(˶ -᷅⤙ -᷄ ˶)’...’(˶ -᷅⤙ -᷄ ˶) (˶ -᷅⤙ -᷄ ˶) (˶ -᷅⤙ -᷄ ˶)’
As usual, after a few messages, they were all pouting emojis. He gave a soft chuckle as he replied before his chat box got raided by more emojis.
’Okay, meet me at SmallEye Panda in 3 hours. I’ll fill you in about the challenge there.’
No way in hell was he meeting her at the same spot again. He’d rather get bumped into the landlord’s idiotic spawn than run into that bloodsucking psycho baka bitch for the second time.
He closed the private chat and checked the regional market; every single item was gone, which got him a solid 300 extra TP for the shopping. With that, his reserved TP cranked up to 1509, and with the 20% discount coupon, now he had a budget of 1810.
There was a hell of a shopping list. First priority: If not two then at least one solid blueprint for the lower floors. There was no point wasting TP on a new respawn core for the swamp, as those marine troops couldn’t do shit against high-rank climbers.
Second, he needed a mana breathing technique. Rollie said prices depended on grade and type.
There were adaptive techniques that worked for any mana-using race; he’d decided to grab that for his troops, then race-specific ones, and finally, elemental affinity-based. The latter two were pricey as hell, even at the same grade as adaptive.
He’d be picking up a specific technique for himself; hopefully, his TP stash could cover it.
Next on the list: a skill for Lumina; she’d been spamming the same Light Touch since the start, and it had already reached high, and a spear technique for Cent, who’d also reached high proficiency in the current one.
He also wanted to grab a dual-wielding technique for his twin oath swords and a skill or two for his own affinities, maybe Explosion. He’d love to blow up some climbers.
Lastly, some resources for the arena blueprint and a few cores to rank up Grey, Lumina, Vrdyl, and Nyx.
He also wanted to ask if she had a Luck Lolly, and if those were in the Bunny’s store, he’d add them to his favourites for the next gacha spree.
With his TP thick wallet and his priorities straight, he stepped out of his hut and stretched as he sucked in a lungful of fresh air, and called the Tower Merchant.
The air shimmered, and a few seconds later, Loila appeared in her signature sleek black tuxedo.
"Greetings, tower lord!" she chirped, in all professional merchant flair. William gave her a polite nod, but he didn’t bother with small talk. He cut straight to inquire about Lolly first: "Loila, do you have anything called a Luck Lolly? The kind that gives you a luck boost if you, uh... suck it?"
Loila shot him a look, amused by what she heard. "So, you’re one of those rainbows, huh?" A grin appeared on her face as she continued. "I don’t have a lolly that’ll boost your luck, but I do have one that changes flavor of choice, including body part, so you want me to toss it in your cart?"
William jerked back at Loila’s reply, "N-no, it’s not like that!" Loila just grinned wider, clearly enjoying herself. "Oh, don’t be shy. You wouldn’t believe how many lords are into this stuff; they spend huge on way more crazy stuff than this."
She clearly wasn’t listening. William’s patience snapped. "HEY! That’s not what I meant! I’m fucking straight! I only asked because of the effect, not because I enjoy things like that!"
Loila giggled, waving him off. "Relax, no need to shout. I was just messing with you. There isn’t a lolly like that, but if you want a luck boost, there are ornaments enchanted with luck runes. Even the cheapest one’ll run you four digits, though."
Realising she was just messing with him, he let out a sigh, but his mood took a turn when he heard there was no luck lolly at the merchant shop, and there was no way in hell he’d be pulling another one from gacha anytime soon. And for the ornaments, hell no, they were too expensive to buy right now.
"Sorry for snapping, it’s just you weren’t listening. Leave the luck ornaments, they are out of my budget. Show me some floor blueprint deals under 600TP." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Loila’s ear twitched at the mention of a decent budget. She waved her hand, grinning. "It’s fine, I don’t mind." With that, five deals shimmered into view before him.
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