Sora Saeko POV
'Oh gosh, crabby patties! What if they are literally after my ass! I'm not even gonna look back"
It seems the dudes lackeys are after me. There were way to many of them to deal with so I am currently running my ass to escape. If I used any of my skills I doubt it would do anything. And Goddess over here is not even bothering to help me.
My breath came in small spurts, hot and nervous. At my sides, pale fingers curled into sweaty fists, swinging forward as if it would make me faster. Behind me, I could hear the baying howls of the ragged men and jeering laughter of my enemies. Mud smeared my sweaty face as sweat dripped from my matted hair.
"Please chicken Mc Nuggets, let me live." he cried aloud, throwing himself forward with even greater abandon. My lungs and heart were pumping, but the air didn't seem to be enough as I sprinted forward, panic trembling in my exhausted limbs.
My feet slip outwards on the wet autumn leaves as I round the corner. I curse to my unlucky self. I could see them approaching from the corner of my eyes. I made sure my take out meal was fine, well as fine as it could be currently.
"Let me eat and leave in gosh damn peace."
[Oh I must be leaving now. Seems like my one hour is up.]
"Really right now! When I'm literally about to get my ass whooped."
[Sorry Sora just check your status window. Don't worry I already made preparation. Aiya gfather is not going ot be happy. Alright bye, you know the code if ya need me.]
With that, the little *yatesu!
(*bastard)
"Alright I have like one minute to devise a damn plan. What did she say to do. Let's see. Status window."
I stagger back as a large virtual screen appeared before me.
"Okay what the heck is with these levels. Isn't the villan meant to be more powerful, wait the love intrest are the OP characters. And what the heck are with these skills.' Ero sensitivity' and 'nudity'. You have to be kidding. I'm guessing special, is either my race of the blessing. I have no idea."
Skills: The higher the level the skill the more stronger it is and luck along with effectiveness there is when using it
Incubus's lullaby- Charms the listener and can cause them to fall asleep.
Level 5
Seduction- Increases the charm and sexiness of user. Makes them seem more enticing and lures them in. Also can help persuade the victim
Level 15
Ero sensitivity- Increases all powers x10 but the body becomes extremely sensitive and erotic.
Level 5
Nudity-The less clothes one wears, the stronger they are.
Level 10
Aphrodisiac- A purple miss created solely by Incubus's. Stimulates their inner sexual desires.
Level 7
Europhic dream- Incubus's can enter their dream and cause sexual stimulation to gather their life esscene. Can only work on people lower level then you. 5% likely hood on working on higher level beings.
Level 5
Deception- Able to easily fool opponent, only if they are lower level.
Level 5
Blessings:
Spatial pocket- Storage, able to keep items exactly the same when put in(temperature, freshness, ect)
Level 5
Appraisal- Able to assess people and plants
Level 6
Numbness- Can also lessen the pain for user when doing it.
Level 8
Is this some r18 game. Wait, hold up it is. That why it's called 'Ikemen-sama don't touch me there~'. If I ever see that goddess I will literally whoop her ass to outer space.
Veins popped out of my head as I clenched my fist until they went white. Suddenly I a loud cry. The footsteps were getting closer. I forgot about those damn bandits.
None of these skills are any I would want to use!
Maybe deception? But then how would I use it. Maybe I could pretend that I was someone different and the suppose me ran off elsewhere. Perfect. This way I won't have to use those other skills. But I will probably need them.
I cover my face with the hood.
I see them walk towards me. My back was facing them.
"Have you seen a young man near here? If you have you better tell us!"
{Would you like to activate the skill 'Deception'. There is 99% chance of working}
Yes <
No
I press yes on the screen. It quickly disappears afterwards.
"Afraid not sir. Well I believe the person you speak of went towards the town square."
I could he him groan in annoyance.
"Tch! Let's go, if we don't catch him boss will be angry!"
They turned around and left, running in the opposite direction of me. I sigh in relief and all the pent up frustration.
I look down at the meal in my hand that might have gotten cold. I place it in my spatial pocket and dash back to the run down barn. When I got back the child was exactly in the same spot, still quietly whimpering.
I fall slowly to my knees so as not to spook the child and pulls my own lunch along with his from the spatial pocket. I sets it on a low wall and back away, letting the boy come forwards. When the kid's meal is taken the child begins to eat it slowly and hesitantly. As there might be poison in it. He begins stumbling with the spoon and drops it onto the dirty floor. He begins to sob as if he had been wronged.
I pick the spoon and wipe it with a piece of rag and hand it to him. But he doesn't take it.
I pick him up, he begins to squirm fearfully. But didn't dare scream.
I put the spoon in the bowl and carry them both in my free arm to the armchair. Time to sit, to eat. I'm expecting him to reject it but he didn't surprisingly. Maybe he was just so weak to fight back anymore.
For each mouthful he opens wide, chews a little and swallows it down. Each time he gets the chicken cubes his eyes open a little wider and his eyebrows rise in surprise. It's the closest I've come to finding him cute yet. He drains the bowl and gestures for more. But realises his action and shrinks in the awkward sitting position we were in.
"You hungry. Eat more, your too skinny."
I feed him some salad from my lunch, before tearing half of the small bread loaf. He hesitantly nibbles on it. His cheeks bulging cutely like a little hamster.
I had a temptation to squeeze his checks but decide against it.
Once he was full I decided to take a bath with him. Once I smelt myself I wanted to gag. I smelt putrid. Like literal garbage and the Augustin(the child full name is Augustin but I'll sometimes call him August) wasn't doing any better.
"Go wait at the bench. I'll need to prepare a bath for you and me. Be a good boy okay."
He nods obediently and sits quietly on the bench. My eyes trail to the metal like basin to the side of the barn. After walking around the barn I found a small tap. I place the basic underneath it and let the water slowly fill it up.
The bath tub was fashioned from tin and beaten into shape with a flat hammer. It was just big enough for a child to sit in and the water was never more than tepid. I probably will need to wipe myself down with a damp cloth.
Now where does one find soap. I look in the spatial pocket and find all the daily necessities I need. At least the goddess did something useful. I pull out a fresh set of clothes for me and little Augustin over there.
I turn off the tap and lift the metal tub. It was quite heavy as it was made from metal and water was filled to the brim inside it.
I dipped my finger in to check the temperature. The water is cold, nothing I can do about that. I remove his clothes. He doesn't fight me even though his flesh is already goose-bumped. Once there's crap on the cloth it can't go near his face so I begin there.
Really he needed a bath but even if I had a tub the water temperature would be a cruelty. His backside is nothing but rash, broken, even bleeding in places and it extends a little down his legs. Painful no doubt.
He begins to cry as I wash over it, different from before, higher pitched and again he reaches for me. I take the sweater and pull it over his matted hair. That's going next, I have scissors in my stash. The arms I have to double up to keep him warm and then I realize his feet are cold, icy even. It's back to the vault for socks, they'll be as long as his legs but somehow I don't he's going to mind.
It was literal toture for me to hear his cries, nect time I think I'll need a better solution. I apply some soap to his hair and scrub it vigorously. The water turns muddy. Once all the dirt was cleaned it reveal beautiful locks of silver that faded into blue. I almost mistakened him for a female.
I quickly usher him out of the bath water which was now a muddy brown and cover him with a white fluffy towel that was sure to be stained. I noticed a lot of cuts on his body that needed to be bandaged.
I beacon him to sit down on the bench. I gently bandaged all the wounds securely, but not to tight that it would hurt him.
I give him a change of clothes. It was an over sized shirt and stocking since the pants were too big for him, I'm sure he'll grow into them That's if he stays here. Oh yeah didn't I promise to return him home after he ate. But it's already gotten late.
"I'm going to go quickly wipe myself down. Just wait a moment."
I left and stripped. I squatted next to the tap and wiped my body down. The feeling of dirt on my skin was not nice and the disgusting smell.
I slipped into a change of comfortable clothes and headed back in. Maybe I'll take August out to eat in town later. Well since he's out might as well let him have some fun.
I look towards him, hugging a dirty teddy bear.
He yawns. He's probably exhausted. I make one make shift bed on the dirt floor with a spare duvet and ball up another sweater for a pillow. Barely two people could squeeze into it but August was still a kid. I just tell him to lie there and go to sleep.
He lay down on the 'bed' if you could even call it that, it's more like a bad futon. After 10 minutes passed he was still wide awake. As if he were expecting me to do something to him. I ponder for a while and remember the goddess's words. I gasp and face palm.
"Come on, go to sleep. I won't do anything today."
I need him to understand so I lie down next to him and pat beside me. He isn't satisfied and still looked reluctant. I sigh and pull him into a warm hug. I could feel him stiffen, but slowly he relaxes.
Soft snores could slowly be heard. I too soon gave into the exhaustion.
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Cuddled into the front of the larger male was a young child, too big to be a baby but still very young. For the most part he kept his head buried in his woollen jacket, his black tufty hair sticking out behind like he'd just woken up from a long nap. His fingers curled into the fabric, not clasping it tightly, but just enough to reassure him it wasn't a dream. Against his red jacket his pale skin was flawless, beautiful.
When they finally clasped each other in a warm, slow and luxurious hug, they felt all oppositions to their love had melted. His chests rising and falling against his back, their breaths in unison, and the warm blood that they could feel in each others' embrace.