433: The Life
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“Ughhh…” Beatrice struggled to get off the pavement. Her body hurt and ached all over, she heard nothing except the incessant ringing in her ears.
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-19 HP
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<em>What!?</em> Repeated notifications alerted Beatrice to the fact that she was still taking damage despite not realizing it. More precisely, it felt like almost all of her body was on fire, she could have internal bleeding and not realize it.
Beatrice tried to find the cause of the damage, not that that was easy as even turning her head was painful. Her arms were bruised, scratched as if she made love to sandpaper, and whole patches of skin were red and blistered: first- and second-degree burns. Looking down, same with her legs.
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-18 HP
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<em>Seriously!?</em> Beatrice brought up her character information.
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<strong>Information</strong>
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<strong>Name</strong>
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Beatrice
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<strong>Age</strong>
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18
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<strong>ss</strong>
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Subus
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<strong>Level</strong>
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27 (19%)
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<strong>Health Points</strong>
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145/860 (+1.24/sec)
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<strong>Arousal Points</strong>
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43/396 (+0.01/sec)
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<strong>Stamina Points</strong>
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189/280 (+0.7/sec)
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<strong>Physical Attack</strong>
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59
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<strong>Physical Defense</strong>
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73
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<strong>Magic Attack</strong>
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53
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<strong>Magic Defense</strong>
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20
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<strong>Speed</strong>
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39
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Her health regeneration was impressive, but not <em>that</em> impressive. Beatrice had to act fast before she literally bled out, because even though the damage seemed to go lower by one with each tick, she’d be dead long before her regeneration could overtake the damage.
Beatrice didn’t see any major bleeding, only countless minor cuts. <em>Losing my life to something this stupid? As if!</em> As seconds ticked, Beatrice concluded that it was faster for her to literally <em>cure</em> her wounds than to find them. She had used [Fast(er) Recovery (+1)] on herself before, all she needed was her tail. And, thankfully, when Beatrice moved her tail, it followed hermands.
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-17 HP
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“… help … that,” Beatrice barely made out two words from a female voice. Ember was kneeling over her, doing something over Beatrice’s burning back.
Beatrice decided not to wait for help from the one who caused all the damage and moved her tail toward her utterly uninterested pussy. Despite Beatrice’s Arousal Points showing as forty-three, Beatrice found nothing about this arousing. Still, the [Fast(er) Recovery (+1)] Skill’s requirement for use was “intercourse”. And that was a very loose definition.
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<strong>Skill Name: Fast(er) Recovery (+1)</strong>
Rank: C
Type: Eros Craft / Active
Cost: 30 Stamina
Cooldown: 2 Minutes
Description: Despite the marvelous, otherworldly orgasms, sex with a subus can be taxing for mortals. This skill heals subus’s sexual partners from their post-sex exhaustion, restoring 20% of the target’s maximum Health Points, 20% of the target’s maximum Stamina Points, removing debuffs and status effects of Rank C or lower. The target and the subus must have had sexual intercourse for this skill to be usable.
Requires direct skin contact between the Subus and the target.
Cannot be used on the same target more than once per hour.
<strong>Minimum Requirements:</strong>
Character level: 12
Skill Points in Eros Craft: 12
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Beatrice slid her panties aside and slowly pushed her tail against one of the few ces somehow spared the carnage. As she did that, she noticed that she had no more damage status updates. And her back felt a little <em>less</em> on fire. But Beatrice was not satisfied with just “a little less”, so she pushed on and spammed her [Fast(er) Recovery (+1)] Skill non-stop, assaulting the system with requests of confirmation of “intercourse”.
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+172 HP
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+56 SP
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“Better!” Beatrice said aloud and somewhat heard herself over the shouting and screaminging from all directions. Beatrice’s skin also felt immeasurably better, and she could move nearly as well as before the entire explosion incident.
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<strong>Health Points</strong>
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306/860 (+1.24/sec)
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With her Health Points over three hundred, Beatrice could easily let her regeneration take care of the rest. As for the perpetrator…
“‘Ten to fifteen yards’!?” Beatrice shouted at Ember as she finally got off the ground while several people ran past them both.
“Looks like it ended up closer to fifteen,” Ember calmly analyzed her spell while also rising to her feet after helping undo some of the damage on Beatrice. “You were <em>right</em> on the edge.”
Beatrice finally looked behind her and saw what looked like the aftermath of a gas tank explosion. Smoke and fire, spreading rapidly. People screaming, running away, while others rushing toward themotion and to help. Some jumping out through broken windows where the fire still had not engulfed the wallspletely. And while some parts of buildings—like the Wholesome Inn’s first floor—were made of stone or bricks, too much was made of wood and made for perfect fuel after many summer days without rain.
“This will keep the Purple Capes busy,” Ember said with a satisfied smile. “We need to move before more of them arrive. Nothing more to be found here.”
“Y-yeah,” Beatrice kind of agreed that, indeed, they had already done their worst here, so there was no reason to wait for the so-called “purple cavalry”. And after lingering her gaze on a charcoal-colored body bent and broken against a corner of a nearby building, Beatrice turned away to go back to Samantha’s shop.