88 Chapter 2 (1/2)
Of course, it'd be the coldness that returned first.
{Cold Resistance has increased to LVL 1.}
Interestingly, there was a heat resistance as well. However, it seemed like being burned alive wasn't the kind of thing that would increase these sort of resistance. When resistance increased, there was a diminishing return. The first ten levels induced a 50% resistance. The next ten 50% of the remaining, or another 25% of the total, and so on and so forth. After 30 levels, the cost and return for leveling was considered pointless compared to other factors. However, those first couple of levels were the most effective, and I immediately felt some relief from the cold.
It was insufficient for a woman being dragged naked through the snow, but I didn't fear the consequences of being frostbitten. I was an adequate alchemist now, and I still had a decent stash of healing potions. As long as I could survive without any amputations, I trusted I could heal the damage. However, I couldn't make any promises while surrounded by an angry mob as I was.
I was in darkness and being dragged somewhere. There was a blindfold over my eyes, a gag in my mouth, and my hands and feet seemed to be tied as well. I could hear the crowd around me screaming. Most of the words were the same. They were some variation of 'witch' or 'whore'. I don't think they even cared about the distinction at this point.
As I was dragged, my skin tore and burned against the icy path. I squeezed my thighs together, fighting back both the inappropriate sexual pleasure and pain. Trying to ignore the horrifying sense of arousal induced by that hated special skill, masochism, I checked my status. Without earning special skills or leveling, it had been a long time since I had last looked at it carefully.
{Name: Aria
Class: Seductress
Titles: Town Bicycle, Gang Banger, Dragon Layer, God Killer, The Reborn, Lesbian Lover, Rough Rider, Solo Player
Level: 30
Statistics: Strength 36, Intelligence 38, Wisdom 38, Endurance 62+7.5, Agility 40, Charisma 80
Resistance: Carnal 7, Charm 2, Concussion 2, Damage 4+5, Disease 3+10, Fear 3, Magic 3, Mental 20, Pain 11, Panic 4, Poison 2
Standard Skills: Climbing 1, Dagge 1, Flee 1, Magic MAX, Magic Sense 4, Multitasking 2, Potion Making MAX, Sword 1, Throwing 1, Whip 3
Advanced Skills: Enchantment 1, Lip Reading 1, Mana Alchemy 4, Poison Making 1
Arts: Sexual Art (Anal, Bondage, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Deepthroat, Hand Job, Masturbation, Oral, Seduce, Titty Fuck, Vaginal Intercourse, Kegels, Dirty Talk, Tongue Craft) Total Level: 85
Art of Manipulation (Conceal, Deception, Etiquette, Sneak, Acting, Disguise, Role Playing, Sleight of Hand, Stealth) Total Level: 38
Techniques: Emotional Manipulation, Subliminal Message, Role Projection, Swipe, Grab, Waveform, Tie, Helicopter Swirl, Flicker
Special Skills: All Nighter, Beautification, Below the Belt, Black Widow, Cat's Meow, Celestial Whip, Charmless, Enhanced Positions, Eye of the Beholder, Frenzy, Freshen Up, Fuck Buddy, Limit Break, Lover's Breath, Many Titled, Masochist, Mental Fortitude, Pheromone, Phoenix Rises, Possession, Princess Kiss, Rejuvenation, Restoration, Rock A Bye, Sanctuary, Seduction, Sex Paralysis, Sexual Experience, Sexual Saint, Stalker, STD Immunity, Voyeur
Positions: Aries, Asian Cowgirl, Ben Dover, Bobbing for Apples, Cowgirl, Cunnilingus, Daisy Chain, Deep Stick, Doggie Style, Double Dip, Double Oral, Downward Dog, Eating Out, Face to Face, Fingering, Fully Loaded, Gemini, High Five, Italian Chandelier, Kneeling Blowjob, Lap Dance, Leg Up, Missionary, Ol' Fashioned, Rockin' Rockette, Rodeo, Scissoring, Sidewinder, 69, Spooning, Standing Spit Roast, Sultry Spooning, The Doggy Deluxe, The Fan, The Libido, Three's a Signal, Two in One, Valedictorian, Woman On Top, Workout
Status Effects: 10% extra experience per sexual partner beyond two in one day,+25% experience with two or more holes. }
I sighed at what I saw. I was still perpetually trapped at level 30. I had two arts now. If a basic skill could be considered 1st class and an advanced skill could be considered 2nd class, then an art was a 3rd class. As I understood it, when enough basic and advanced skills were earned, they evolved into an art. For a first class to have two arts, it would be considered amazing, but the sexual arts wouldn't help me out in this situation. The art of manipulation, a culmination of my acting, role-playing, concealing, and deception might have worked if my mouth wasn't stuffed while I was surrounded by a crowd. Manipulation worked well on a personal level, but crowd mentality was scary. I'd have been better off with a leadership art.
That left my remaining repertoire of special skills which had been unchanged for the last four months. With their guard up and already convinced of my witchcraft, it'd be difficult to turn even one of them to my side using any amount of charm skills. If I did, the mob would likely swallow them up and I'd unnecessarily cause the death of a person while only confirming the mob's fears.
I could Frenzy them, but that would only cause a massive orgy to break out around me. It wouldn't free me, but it would get me raped and possibly killed. During a frenzy, people lose all sexual inhibition. I was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman this village had ever seen. I had come to terms with how seductress had altered my body in that way. I was also tied up and unable to resist. What would every guy in this place do in that situation?The same thing could happen with pheromones. In fact, it was more likely I'd be hurt with pheromones.
As I went down the list, I only became more frustrated. All of these abilities were useless outside of sex. Special skills were awarded based on your experience, and as I leveled almost exclusively by having sex, all of my abilities became uselessly attached to the act. Is this the very definition of a poorly designed character? It's not like I ever really had much of a choice anyway. The only choice this world ever gave me was whether I wanted to take it from in front or behind. Wait…
Before my thoughts could solidify, my body was suddenly picked up. Two strong men lifted me up by my arms, and I could feel my back being pressed against a long wooden pole. I was glad it was wood, and not metal, as the thought of a metal pole freezing between my ass cheeks was unpleasant. It was at this point that my blindfold was yanked off.
As I looked around, it finally dawned on me what was happening. I was being tied to a giant pole that was set on top of a pyre. They not only accused me of being a witch. They were going to burn me for being a witch.
”I'm not a witch!” I shouted, starting to struggle now that I could focus my awareness.
The two men next to me didn't allow me to move, instead slamming my arms back with a creak as I gave out a moan. Ah, damn it why did that have to make me cum? Liquid started running down my legs, burning cold in the chilly outdoors. With the entire crowd on me, my body completely naked, there was really no way to hide what happened. For possibly the first time, I hoped that they confused it for me pissing myself from terror.
However, that kind of thinking only backfired. My Mental Fortitude was related to my sex.I lacked any shame cumming in front of a crowd. However, peeing in front of a crowd, at least in a way that was not sexual to me, did not get covered by mental protection. So, by treating it like they saw me peeing myself, I just increased my own humiliation. Fortunately, even without that special skill, my mental resistance was high, and so it only resulted in a light blush.
Of course, even managing that was amazing, considering the fear I should be feeling. They were piling wood under me, preparing to burn me alive. This wasn't a situation that I could meet calmly.
”Please, you made a mistake!” I shouted, using my art of manipulation to give myself the most pathetic appearance possible.
Rather than a prideful seductress, I had big tears running down my face. My body was completely red and swollen from the cold, covered in vicious bloody scratches. Even with this refined, sexually explicit body, the sight was hardly flattering.
”Shut up, you slut!”