Being given a cock presumably meant Natalie was expected to use it. Why else would it be there? And bined with her ame, Padin of Lust, it seemed an obvious assumption.

  But what kind of css expected … that?

  Somehow, Natalie steadied her swimming thoughts. There was no reason to i creative ideas behind her situation; she could find out directly. In the same way as she had ied her name, css, and stats, a person could iheir skills.

  So. That was what she did. She needed answers.

  And … something to distract her from the fleshy, sensitive protrusion tucked between her legs.

  Natalie looked inward, then [Ied] her skills.

  ***

  [al Harvest] - PASSIVE. PROGRESSION 1. Extract al energy through {kissing} an aroused target. Harvested energy be expehrough [Empower] and [Advance].

  [Empower] - ACTIVE. PROGRESSION 1. Amplify the potency of any ACTIVE or AURA skill by {1.5x}. Expend al Energy equal to mana cost.

  [Advance] - ACTIVE. PROGRESSION 1. MAXED. Expend al Energy tress skills.

  [Illusion] - ACTIVE. PROGRESSION 1. jure a {mildly} powerful audiovisual mirage to distract or fuse an oppo.

  [Heavy onry] - PASSIVE. PROGRESSION 1. Css-bearer is granted a {6-inch} on to satisfy and harvest al Energy from chosen targets.

  ***

  If Natalie had thought she’d been stunned before, having her skills ied into her head redefihe word. She stood there, frozen in surprise.

  Where to even start?

  Well. The obvious. Once her brain stopped failing to uand the skills detailed to her, it honed in on one in particur. The culprit behind the ges to her biology.

  [Heavy onry].

  Did it o have such a humorous name?

  The skill that had given her a cock was called ‘heavy onry’?

  Really?

  And … Natalie was far from an expert on this sort of thing, but the things between her legs didn’t seem like ‘heavy onry’. It was still soft, so she couldn’t know for sure, but it didn’t seem that big. The skill spelled it out: six inches. Six was about average, Natalie thought. She preferred girls, so she didn’t have any first-hand experience, but still.

  Though … Natalie patched two-and-two together. There was an emphasis on the six inches. As in, {6}, the skill had said. bined with how she had an [Advance] skill, the emphasis must imply that the number would ge as she moved the skill to higher ‘progressions’.

  Her cock would get bigger as she progressed the skill?

  Uh. She wasn’t sure what to think about that.

  More practically (and yes, she was shying away from the previous revetion) was how she had a skill that improved other skills. That wasn’t standard. To Natalie’s knowledge, a skill was a skill. It didn’t ge as a person leveled up, aainly couldn’t be progressed separately from a person’s level and stats.

  Yet it seemed Natalie herself could, through this … ‘al Energy’.

  ‘Unique, and potent’, The Bestower had said.

  Certainly both of those, from what she’d seen.

  Though Natalie’s retly-bestowed cock was, of course, on the forefront of her mind, she tried to focus oher aspects of her css. The skills detailed to her that weren’t as … prevalently noticeable.

  She went in order.

  [al Harvest]. As Natalie suspected, sexual activities were, it seemed, to be a staple in her life. The css title of ‘Padin of Lust’ had made that clear enough, much as she’d been dreading the proof.

  Though, only kissing? [al Harvest] specified ‘kissing’ an aroused target would provide her this … ‘al Energy’.

  Likely, that was temporary. Kissing had the same emphasis as ‘6’ had had. So as she advahe skill, she would be able to harvest energy in more … lewd … manners. Intuition told her that she’d receive more energy the more intimate the act was.

  Huh.

  What would that progression look like? What was a ‘step up’ from kissing? Fondling? Then eion? Natalie shook her head to clear it. She o focus; specution could e ter.

  So, sure. She received al Energy by making out with irls. Whatever.

  [Empower] was . She could increase the potency of her ‘regur skills’ using the energy she gathered?

  Though she only had one apparent ‘normal skill’ to do so on, [Illusion]. That would presumably be ging as she leveled up and received more skills. But still. Emp basic skills through the use of sexual energy. That had the potential of being … strong. Right?

  Probably. As she’d been promised, accepting this css. Her skills were strong—that was a given.

  Just …

  So weird.

  [Advance] she’d already pondered. She moved to the : [Illusion].

  A mage-type skill. Natalie had a mage-fighter hybrid css, and so she would o learn how to use the skill to its fullest potential. That was … sure to be a struggle. Natalie might be a good brawler—enough to qualify for Te Delving Academy, no easy task—but her casting abilities were, without a doubt, g.

  Ign that, though, the ability to distract a target by juring an illusion? Only an idiot wouldn’t see the tactical use of something like that. And it could ‘level up’. Bee stronger, by funneling al Energy to the skill, making the illusion more powerful, more attention-grabbing.

  So, that was everything. All five of her first-level skills. At a timeter-deep level, at least. There was so much to think over, for each ability. But … she didn’t have time.

  Her friends and acquaintainford’s residents—were waiting for her. Natalie was given time to deliberate over her granted css, but they were expeg Natalie to stride out, having received a css fitting to the life she’d lived. A normal css. Some kind of fighter. Which was … kind ht.

  Oh, gods. How did she expin?

  She wouldn’t. That was her instinctive rea. She would lie. Or, omit the relevaails. Then, ter, if necessary, she would expin herself. But she couldn’t walk out and describe what she’d actually got. Even saying she’d received a mage-type css, she wasn’t up for.

  She ime to digest.

  Holy?

  She ime to talk to Jordan.

  Jordan had always been Natalie’s voice of reason.

  She could help Natalie figure this out, right?