Your puppet is gone!

Opening your eyes, you prop yourself up from the grass as your body slowly wakes up. The stiffness of your muscles plainly obvious as you look around you, piecing together the scene before you passed out from exhaustion and pleasure.

As the memories come rushing back at you, you finally notice that you’re alone.

Only trees, bushes and the occasional critter keep you company in the dark forest, but the hunter that had been your companion since you slayed the barbarian was gone.

As you can, you rise from the grass, a thin string of cum making its way out of your pussy and down your legs to join the small puddle that formed while you slept. There’s almost a pint of cum and your own juices seeping into the grass and down onto the dirt.

You stretch your stiff muscles and shift your dress properly into place as you look around; a little pain coming from your sore nipples as they rub against the thin fabric. That hunter may have been a little too rough with your breasts.

Looking around, just a few steps away you see what appears to be a soft-leather cloak. Grabbing it, it’s obvious that it’s the same one your puppet was wearing earlier.

Even more, lying close by was a shiny-looking dagger, and just besides that a small pouch which seemed to be filled with something.

Now everything’s become clear to you.

Poor bastard, basically alone in the middle of nowhere, most likely he was attacked by some passing critter and had no way of defending himself. All that remains of him are two or three of the most valuable items he was carrying, plus some amount of gold, all depending on the game’s RNG.

“Fuck!” You say to yourself. That’s experience points someone stole from you… Plus you could’ve used another round with that cock of his...

You wear the hood atop your messy green dress; it’s a little big for you, the long hem going well past your knees and almost touching your ankles, but the small frame of the hunter meant that you could wear the item without much trouble, and the hood attached to it fits your head properly without blocking your vision.

Grabbing the dagger from the cold grass, you inspect it: The blade seems to be about the same length as your hand and ends in a very sharp point, clearly a melee weapon to be used in close-range.

The handle seems finely crafted, made of a very strong, very dark, wood, and decorated with an intricate design depicting an eagle and a boar. The pommel of the dagger ending in a small but hardy-looking ball of iron, clearly designed to bludgeon a monster… Or person.

With your free hand, you grab the small pouch still lying on the ground, and merely with this action and the resulting sound, you already confirm what’s inside: Coin.

“Probably not very much judging by the weight... But it’ll have to do”, you think.

You put the little pouch in the pocket of the cloak, and check your stats once again.

Seductress Nymph

Level 6

HP: 20/60
MP: 10/10
Melee Attack: 14 + 10
Melee Defense: 5 + 2
Ranged Attack: 8
Ranged Defense: 6 + 2
Magic Attack: 5
Magic Defense: 4 + 0
No weaknesses or resistances
Backstab Bonus: 200%

Special Abilities:

Immune to poison
Healing Touch: you can heal an ally by touch. +3 per second
Charming Kiss: You can temporarily charm a target or make him/her a lot more willing. 100% chance of success.
Siren Song: All male monsters that are low level and within 3 meters are your allies. 1MP/3 seconds.
Gold: 15.

“Tch.” You tell yourself. Even after all this time, your health has barely recovered from the spanking that damned hunter gave you.

Though you’re glad his armor is somewhat helpful, and his dagger seems to be a top-notch weapon. At least at your current level.

Still, as you start making your way through the dark forest, you can’t help but think this is small game. If what the barbarian bitch said was true, and they had cleared the forest three times, they should’ve been carrying quite a bit of loot on them.

Then again, that loud-mouth seemed to spring into attack mode almost instantly. The hunter probably did nothing but help with particularly stubborn monsters and live off her scraps.

It's also possible that she was carrying an Amulet of Banking, to transport the loot without going back to town every time their inventory was full. This would explain why she dropped nothing when you killed her.

Nevermind that, however. That was all in the past now, and you needed to think about what you were going to do now.

You knew Barrol Village was close to the Emeraldine Forest, though if this was the right direction or not you couldn’t say right now.

On the other hand, you had personally never been there before, knowing of its existence merely by word of mouth from whatever your minions told you before they were slain. And if what they said was true, the place is crawling with players coming to the Emeraldine Forest or going to the nearby Iron and Mythril mines that were added with the new expansion.

You could always go to the nearby lake inside the forest, to refresh yourself and hopefully find a few new minions.

But then again, that place is a favorite for players to ambush helpless monsters and critters who go there looking for a drink.

“Hmmm… Decisions, decisions…” You think to yourself, as you walk through the thick forest. Unaware of the being who’s been stalking you for a while now.