Beastmaster

When the system panels finally faded from her vision, Alice let herself slump back against the cold dungeon candy stone. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest on instinct, the chill biting at her bare skin. She darted a glance at Jen beside her and winced.

Jen sat rigidly upright, knees pulled close, her back painfully straight despite the fact that she only had one arm to brace herself with. The other was gone, her shoulder wrapped in crusted bandages, the wound raw and unfinished. Across her womb, the same glowing paw print pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat. The Mated brand.

Alice swallowed hard, looking away. (Gods. Naked, one arm gone, branded like a pet… and she’s still sitting straighter than I ever have in my life. How the hell does she even do that?)

Her gaze drifted to Ignition. The massive man lay curled on his side, asleep, his broad back rising and falling with steady breaths. The last shreds of his clothing lay in tatters around him. Faint wisps of heat shimmered from his skin, embers refusing to die out.

Alice’s heart gave a nervous lurch as she caught sight of his face. For all his terrifying bulk, his features were unexpectedly young mid twenties maybe, sharp and intense, handsome in a way that punched her in the gut. He looked eerily like those propaganda posters of doomed heroes, all sharp jawline and restless eyes even in sleep.

(Oh come on. He’s a human inferno with abs carved out of stone and he has the face of a tragic anime protagonist? Like the universe wasn’t already humiliating me enough?)

Alice tore her eyes away, fixing instead on the glowing mark on her own belly. The same paw print, pulsing in time with her heart. She pulled her knees up, hugging them close. Mated. She could almost hear Dice laughing at her.

Jen finally spoke, her voice low but steady. “My family can never know about this.”

Alice glanced over. Jen’s jaw was clenched, her remaining hand curled into a fist against her knee.

“They can’t know I lost my arm. They can’t know about… him. Or this.” She gestured faintly at the glowing mark on her stomach, face tightening. “If word got out, I’d be dragged home in disgrace. My family doesn’t forgive weakness. Ever.”

Alice frowned, her smirk faltering. “Strict house, huh?”

Jen gave the smallest nod, not meeting her eyes. “If I make a choice here, if I decide the next move… I’ll carry it forever. They’ll never let me live it down. That means…” Her eyes flicked to Alice at last, steady and resigned. “It has to be you.”

Alice barked out a sharp laugh. “Me? Oh, perfect. Sure, hand the reins to the naked rookie with a wolf womb tattoo. Totally the safest bet.”

Jen didn’t flinch. She just repeated, softer but no less firm, “It has to be you.”

Alice groaned, dragging her hands down her face. (Fantastic. Stripped, branded, humiliated, and now somehow in charge of survival. While our one-armed soldier girl won’t take the lead because of her daddy issues, and our walking apocalypse over there is still asleep. Cool. Love this for me.)

Her eyes flicked once more to Ignition, to that terrifyingly beautiful face even in repose. Heat curled in her chest that had nothing to do with his aura. She **** herself to look away fast.

“Alright,” she said at last, smirking to cover the nervous quiver in her stomach. “Fine. I’ll figure it out. Step one: don’t die. Step two: maybe find pants. Step three: don’t die again. After that? Maybe I’ll deal with the class options the system keeps shoving in my face.”

Jen gave a stiff nod, like she’d just heard an order. “Then I’ll follow your lead.”

(Oh no. Don’t phrase it like that. Don’t make it sound official. I’m not a leader, I'm just the idiot dumb enough to talk first. But I guess… right now, that makes me the only option.)

Alice blew out a slow breath,

“Alright then. Guess it’s on m-”

Alice had just **** the words out when movement made her freeze.

Ignition shot upright with sudden ****, the motion so abrupt Alice nearly toppled over from sheer shock. Heat rippled through the air as his head whipped around, wild eyes scanning the chamber. For one terrifying moment he looked feral again, like the beast might come roaring back.

Then his gaze landed on them.

Alice felt her breath hitch. His face gods, that face was still streaked with ash and exhaustion, but the intensity in his eyes cut straight through her. For half a second, horror flickered there, like he was staring at a nightmare.

And then it cracked.

His eyes filled with tears, the icey blue glow blurring into wetness. A choked sound escaped his throat, half sob, half laugh. Before Alice could even process, his massive arms swept forward, dragging both her and Jen against his chest.

Alice let out a startled yelp as she was crushed against a furnace of muscle and heat. Jen gasped sharply beside her, caught awkwardly with only one arm to brace herself.

Kairos’s voice broke as he buried his face into their hair. “You’re alive. You’re both alive.” The words came out raw, ****. “I thought I thought I’d…”

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, dripping onto Alice’s shoulder as his chest heaved. He sobbed openly, clinging to them as though they were the last solid things in the world.

Alice froze, her brain short circuiting. (Wait. What. Is this happening? The terrifying raid boss is… crying? Hugging us? Oh no. Oh no. My brain was not prepared for this level of emotional whiplash.)

Jen stiffened too, her branded belly pressed against his cock, face twisting in a mess of arousal and shame. Yet she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t.

Kairos only held them tighter, voice shaking. “Thank the gods. Thank the gods you’re still here…”

Alice stared up at him, heart pounding in her ears, her face burning against the warmth of his skin. (Okay. New problem. He’s ridiculously strong, ridiculously hot, and now ridiculously emotional. And I am way too naked for this conversation.)

Kairos held them both as though letting go might make them vanish. His shoulders shook, the furnace of his body heat pressing in on Alice and Jen. He murmured again, voice cracking, “You’re alive. You’re both alive…”

The words weren’t just relief, they carried a kind of desperation that twisted Alice’s stomach.

(…This isn’t just about us, is it?)

Alice tilted her head, trying to see his expression. Tears streaked down his cheeks, that face looked broken.

Jen stiffened in his grasp, but didn’t fight him. She just stared at the floor, lips tight, one arm pressed uselessly against his chest. Her branded mark glowed faintly between them, mocking all three.

Kairos’s voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. “Last time… they didn’t make it. None of them. Just me.” His throat worked as though forcing the words out cost him. “I watched them die. watched them burn. Couldn’t stop it.” His grip tightened suddenly, squeezing the girls closer, as though trying to anchor himself in the present. “I swore… I swore I wouldn’t let it happen again.”

Alice froze. Last time…? She thought of the rumors she’d heard, the whispers of Ignition being the sole survivor of his team. But hearing it from his own mouth, while his tears burned hot against her shoulder, was different.

And then, more quietly, almost strangled: “Maybe it was me. Maybe… I ” He cut himself off, a shudder running through his massive frame.

Alice blinked up at him, heart pounding. (Did he just- is he saying he killed them? Or lost control? Gods, what the hell happened?)

Kairos buried his face deeper, **** on another sob. “Doesn’t matter. You’re alive. That’s all that matters. Alive.”

Alice tried to breathe, trapped between the smoldering heat of his body and Jen’s trembling frame. Her arms twitched, halfway between wanting to push him back and strangely wanting to hug him in return.

(He’s terrifying. A living weapon. And right now, he’s… broken. Crying like he just saw ghosts. Shit. How do I even respond to this?)

Jen, silent all this time, finally whispered, “You don’t have to carry it alone.”

Kairos shook his head violently, fresh tears streaking down his cheeks. “I do. I always will.” His voice cracked, voice rough as gravel but soft as ash. “But not today.”

The heat of his arms tightened, protective and **** both. And Alice couldn’t decide if she felt safer than she ever had… or like she was being pulled into the center of his grief.

Alice’s chest tightened as Kairos’s tears burned hot against her skin. For a moment, she just sat frozen in his crushing grip, the heat of him searing through every inch of contact. Then, almost against her own instincts, her arms shifted and slid up around his broad shoulders.

She hugged him back.

Her voice came out softer than she expected, low and steady against the storm inside him. “It’s going to be okay,” she murmured, almost a whisper. “You’re not alone anymore. We’re here. You’ve got us.”

Kairos shuddered, his body trembling as though the words unlocked something deep. His sobs slowed, but he didn’t loosen his hold.

Alice leaned into him for just another heartbeat longer then squirmed, trying to wriggle free. “Alright, big guy,” she said, still gentle but edging toward her usual sarcasm, “that’s enough heat for one day. You’re like a walking oven, and I’m about to roast.”

She gave one more wiggle and then slipped out of his grip entirely with a graceless little plop onto the dungeon floor. Alice pushed herself upright, brushing ash off her bare skin, trying to play it cool.

“Okay.” She **** her smirk back, tilting her chin up. “I’m going to figure out how the hell we get out of here. You ” she jabbed a finger toward Kairos, still looking dazed and tear-streaked, “watch over Jen for me. Make sure she doesn’t… I dunno, keel over while I’m gone.”

Then she turned, eyes meeting Jen’s for just a moment. a glance that said more than words could. Take care of him.

Jen blinked, lips parting faintly she nodded.

Alice gave a short, sharp breath, rolling her shoulders “Right then. Time to play responsible adventurer.” She took a step toward the dungeon exit. (God help me, I’ve somehow become the sane one. This party’s already doomed.)

The light of the portal flared and spat Alice out onto the guilds portal checkpoint platform with all the grace of a drunk being tossed out of a bar. She skidded barefoot across the tile, flailing for balance, and froze.

Dozens of eyes turned her way. Adventurers lined up for entry, clerks scribbling at their desks, even a bored guard leaning on his spear. Every head swiveled toward her.

Naked.

Alice squeaked, slapping one arm over her chest and the other hand between her legs, crouching low like some bizarre half frog. “H-hey! Stop staring! Nothing to see here!” Her voice cracked, high and panicked, only making her flush harder.

(Oh gods. Oh gods oh gods oh gods. This is it. Kill me now. I’m about to be remembered as the streaker with the surprise package. Just let the dungeon portal swallow me back into candy hell.)

She shuffled forward in a hunched crab walk, desperately trying to shield everything at once which only made her look like a broken marionette spasming across the floor. Snickers erupted through the line.

She lunged the last few feet to the receptionist’s desk and slammed both hands down, instantly regretting it because, ow, bare skin on cold metal. “I need to make a phone call! To my mom! To… uh… pick me and my new friends up!”

The receptionist blinked, clearly fighting to keep a straight face. “Of course, Miss Alice ”

Alice leaned in, whisper hissing, “Don’t say it loud! Everyone’s staring!”

“They’re staring anyway,” the receptionist murmured, lips twitching with suppressed laughter.

Alice groaned and dropped her forehead onto the counter, trying to shield her hips with one leg twisted over the other. (Perfect. Absolutely perfect. First dungeon cleared and I’m flashing everyone like some kind of pervert. Just tattoo LOSER across my forehead and get it over with.)

She finally straightened, forcing herself to pretend she had an ounce of dignity left. “Just just patch me through, okay? Please?”

At that exact moment, the system chimed cheerfully in her vision.

[Cash Shop Available! Purchase magic armor or modesty covering for 5 points.]

Alice’s jaw dropped. “WHAT?!” She flailed a hand at the glowing prompt, nearly exposing herself in the process. “I could’ve bought clothes this whole time?!”

The adventurers waiting in line erupted in laughter. One adventurer clapped. Another wolf-whistled.

Alice clamped both arms back around herself and dragged her hands down her burning face. (Sweet Survivor, huh? More like Stupid Survivor. I’m never living this down. Ever. And I definitely can’t show my face around here… or any other part of me, for that matter.)

Alice hunched over the receptionist’s desk, arm clamped firmly across her chest, the other hand awkwardly covering herself as best as possible. “Patch me through to my mom,” she muttered. “Please. Just do it.”

The slate on the desk glowed, and a crystal receiver flickered to life. Alice leaned in close, almost burying her face against it to block the stares.

“Hello? This is the velvet bottle, you’re speaking to Maria-”

“Mom!” Alice hissed. “It’s me!”

There was a pause. Then the sound of glass clinking down, followed by a familiar bright laugh. “Alice, sweetheart! What a surprise! Don’t tell me you’re already done with your first dungeon oh gods, are you drunk? You sound drunk.”

“I am not drunk!” Alice snapped, trying to keep her voice down. Her cheeks burned. “I… I just need you to come pick me up. Right now.”

Maria gasped dramatically. “You’re in trouble already? Honey, I told you not to rush into-”

“I’m fine!” Alice hissed through gritted teeth. She crouched lower, realizing she’d drawn even more attention by shouting. A pair of adventurers at the back of the line were whispering and pointing. “I just… don’t exactly have clothes right now, okay? and… someone else need a ride too.”

There was a long pause on the line. Then Maria’s voice, soft but teasing, “Ohhhh. That kind of dungeon, huh?”

Alice’s entire face went crimson. “Mom!”

Maria laughed so loud the receiver crackled. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll bring the car around. And some clothes. And maybe a bottle or two. You just sit tight and keep those pretty cheeks covered, okay?”

“I am sitting tight,” Alice muttered. (Tighter than I’ve ever sat in my life. Gods, I’m never living this down.)

Before she could protest further, the line clicked dead.

The receptionist, lips twitching with the effort not to laugh, set the slate aside. “She sounds… colorful.”

Alice groaned, dragging both hands down her face while somehow still trying to cover herself. “You don’t know the half of it.”

The evening sun caught the shimmer of the gates plaza, gilding the stone arches and steel rails where lines of adventurers shuffled in and out of the dungeon portal. Alice sat on the curb with her party, clutching a towel so tight around herself it may as well have been armor. Jen sat beside her, rigid as ever despite being swaddled in another towel, her missing arm making the cloth slip every time she shifted. Ignition was impossible to miss, hunched nearby like a mountain with his own towel stretched across his waist looking more like an annoyed sauna guest than a hero.

And then the car pulled up.

It wasn’t just a car, though. The machine was a spectacle a beast of gleaming chrome and enchanted steel, shaped like a luxury **** suv with lines that blurred between limousine and war wagon. Neon strips pulsed along the undercarriage in rhythmic waves of pink and blue. Inside, cheetah print seats glowed under the soft wash of mood lighting, and an inlaid mini bar glittered with crystal glasses that clinked faintly as the vehicle idled. It rolled to a stop with a purr.

Alice groaned and pulled the towel tighter over her head. “Of course. Of course she brought that car.”

The doors hissed open, and Maria stepped out like she was arriving at a gala instead of a guild pick up. A black dress hugged her curves, heels clicked on the stone, and her wild black to blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders in artful chaos. She wore sunglasses despite the fading light.

“Sweetheart!” Maria cried, arms flung wide. “Oh, my poor baby!”

Alice wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. “Mom, please don’t-”

But it was too late. Maria was already swooping in, tugging Alice into a dramatic hug that nearly yanked her towel loose. “Look at you! Alive! My precious adventurer!” She sniffed loudly. “And naked, but alive!”

A ripple of laughter passed through the crowd of adventurers waiting in line. Alice burned so hot she thought she might ignite and outshine Ignition himself.

Maria pulled back just enough to look at Jen and Kairos. “And these must be your new friends! So handsome! So brave!” She blew a kiss at Kairos, who blinked and looked like he had no idea what dimension he’d just stumbled into. Jen turned away, cheeks redder than Alice had ever seen.

“Mom, can we please just go?” Alice hissed through gritted teeth.

Maria clapped her hands. “Of course, darling! Everyone in the car. Drinks in the back, towels on the seats, I don't mind a little water damage.”

Alice slunk into the glowing interior, trying to make herself invisible as the guild crowd openly gawked.

(First dungeon clear, and I’m going home in a cheetah print neon party tank with my mother. Kill me. Kill me now.)

The limo-wagon purred as it rolled out of the tollgate plaza, neon lights painting the interior in shifting waves of blue and pink. The seats were absurdly plush, the kind you sank into whether you wanted to or not. A crystal decanter clinked faintly in the minibar every time the wheels bounced over a cobblestone.

Alice huddled into the corner, towel clutched around her like a knight’s last shield, cheeks still red. She could feel the others staring at her Jen with her one armed rigidity, Kairos like a confused boulder trying to process his surroundings, and even the receptionist turned driver stealing glances in the rearview mirror.

It was Kairos who broke the silence first. His deep, gravelly voice rumbled over the hum of the engine. “This vehicle… it’s not normal." His glowing eyes narrowed, flicking from the cheetah print to the neon. “It’s too… expensive.”

Alice winced. “It’s… my mom’s.”

Jen arched an eyebrow, her tone sharp. “Your mom’s? Alice, this thing could buy half a district.” She adjusted the towel on her lap, jaw tightening. “And you’ve been running around in ripped shorts and a shirt barely fit for rags?”

Alice’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t like… handouts.”

That earned a scoff. Even Ignition tilted his head, curiosity sparking behind his icy red rimmed eyes. “So your family is rich.”

Alice buried her face in her hands. “My dad’s rich, okay? He made sure Mom and I were always taken care of. But I’m not living off his pity.” Her voice cracked at the edge, defensive. “If I’m going to be an adventurer, it’s going to be on my own terms.”

Maria, sprawled luxuriously in her seat with one leg crossed over the other, sipped from a glass she’d conjured from the minibar. “Oh, don’t listen to her, boys and girls. I love handouts.” She laughed, sharp and warm. “It’s how he shows he cares. I say take the gifts, spend the coin, and enjoy the ride. Why make life harder than it has to be?”

Alice groaned audibly. “Mom, please ”

But Maria was already leaning forward, grin wide. “Besides, your father’s not just rich. He’s Quin, darling. Guildmaster of Inspira.”

The car went quiet.

Jen’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Wait. Guildmaster Quin? As in… our guildmaster?”

Alice’s towel threatened to slip as she waved her arms frantically. “Not so loud!”

Kairos, usually unshakable, looked genuinely stunned. “You’re telling us your father runs the very guild you just signed under?”

Maria beamed, raising her glass. “One and the same.”

Jen’s stare cut across the car like a blade. “Then why don’t you look anything like the Guildmaster’s wife?”

The smile Maria wore faltered into something sly, then she laughed again, full bodied and unashamed. “Oh, sweetheart. That’s because I’m not. Never was. He keeps his wife for politics, his guild for business…” She tipped her glass toward Alice. “And he kept me long enough for her.”

Alice groaned so loud it echoed in the cavernous car. “Can we not do this right now?”

Jen’s cheeks flushed red, her soldier’s mask cracking with disbelief. “You mean to tell me we’ve been thrown into hell with the bastard daughter of Quin himself-”

“Half bastard,” Maria corrected brightly.

Alice buried her face in her towel. (Kill me. Kill me twice. Dungeon **** would have been less humiliating.)

Kairos let out a long, low breath, his glowing eyes lingering on Alice. “So that’s why the receptionist acted strange.” His voice was almost gentle, though the weight of it filled the cabin. “They knew.”

Alice peeked up at him, defensive spark in her eyes. “Yeah, well. Doesn’t matter. I’m still me. I’m not taking his money. I’m not taking his protection. I’m not going to be the spoiled brat everyone whispers about.”

Maria waved her hand dismissively, draping herself back into her seat. “Spoiled brats have fun, baby.”

Alice shot her mother a glare so sharp it could’ve cut glass. “And some of us want to earn our place.”

Silence hung for a beat. Then, unexpectedly, Kairos nodded once, slow and deliberate. “Respectable. Dangerous. But respectable.”

Jen crossed her legs, still tense. “Just don’t expect anyone to ignore who your father is. Especially not in this guild.”

Alice slumped back into her seat, towel slipping just enough to make her scramble. (Fantastic. Naked in a neon party tank with cheetah seats, my mom casually outing me as the guildmaster’s bastard, and my new party looking at me like I’ve been lying to them the whole time. This day just keeps getting better.)

Maria poured herself another drink, humming to the rhythm of the neon lights. “Well, at least the ride’s comfortable. Who wants champagne?”

Alice shrank into the cheetah print seat, towel tugged tight, trying her best to tune out the swirl of voices around her.

The chatter rose and fell around her, questions piling, Maria answering with unbothered warmth, Jen’s skepticism cutting sharp, Kairos watching in silence like a storm brewing behind his eyes. Alice sucked in a slow breath and flicked her wrist.

The system shimmered alive before her eyes, overlaying gold and blue panels across the gaudy interior.

[Class Selection Unlocked!]

Choose your first class and define your path. Don’t ****.

Valkyrie The Shiny Metal Murderbird

Frontline bruiser. Sword, shield, aura. Hero cosplay included.

(Pros: Tanky. Inspires allies. Great for screaming one liners. Cons: Subtle as a sledgehammer.)

Beastmaster You, But With Pets (…and More)

Bond with creatures. Command them in battle. Grow stronger through intimate connections.

(Pros: Insane synergy with Mated trait. Cons: Sticky. Very sticky.)

Dancer Step, Shimmy, Stab

Agile skirmisher with rhythm-based combat. Boost allies, distract enemies, look fabulous.

(Pros: High agility/charisma scaling. Cons: Trip once and you die pretty.)

Alice chewed her lip, eyes darting across the panels.

(Valkyrie makes me sound like a Saturday morning cartoon. Beastmaster… yeah, let’s not even unpack that right now. And Dancer… what am I, a stripper with knives? Gods, could these choices be any more humiliating?)

Maria’s laugh rang through the cabin. “You should’ve seen Quin back in the day, Alice. That man thought being shirtless in a fight made him look dramatic. He wasn’t wrong.”

Alice buried her face in her towel and groaned, scrolling through the menu like it was the only lifeline she had left.

(Just focus. Tune them out. They don’t get it. This is my decision, my path. I can’t let Dad, or Mom, or the whole damn guild define me. I pick my own class… even if every option looks like Dice wrote them while drunk.)

"So, darling," Maria purred, eyeing Kairos appraisingly. "Would you mind terribly if I thanked our handsome friend here properly for his help?" She looked at Alice meaningfully. "Kairos, was it? I'm sure he deserves some...stress relief after that mess. What do you say?"

Alice, distracted by the swirl of thoughts in her head, only half listened to her mother's question. "Sure, whatever," she mumbled, not really processing the implications.

Maria's eyes lit up at Alice's response. "Well then," she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

Before Alice could even register what was happening, her mother slinked over to Kairos' side, sinking gracefully to her knees in front of him. She reached out, palming his thigh as she leaned in close.

Alice blinked in shock as Maria began lavishing attention on Kairos, trailing kisses along his cock through his new pants. The other man raised a brow but made no move to stop her as Maria slowly drew his zipper down, freeing his huge black cock.

"Oh, my," Maria murmured appreciatively, giving it a cursory lick. "Aren't you just full of surprises?"

Kairos let out a low nervous chuckle, his eyes darkening with arousal even as he kept them fixed on Alice, gauging her reaction.

Alice's eyes widened in shock as she finally registered what was happening. Her mother was enthusiastically pleasuring Kairos right there in the neon-lit cabin, completely unphased by the others around them.

"Holy shit, Mom! What the hell are you doing?!" Alice shrieked, her face turning beet red with embarrassment.

Maria looked up, Kairos' cock still in hand. "Oh relax, baby. We're all adults here. And this fine specimen of a man deserves a little relief after what we've all been through, don't you think?"

Kairos simply looked away, not making eye contact. Jen and Ignition exchanged shocked glances, clearly unsure how to react.

"Mom, stop it! This is not okay!" Alice insisted, trying to pull the towel tighter around herself. "I didn't agree to - to this!"

Maria sighed dramatically. "You said it was fine, darling. I asked and you said 'sure, whatever'. I took that as permission."

"I wasn't even listening! I was distracted by, you know, my life falling apart!" Alice gestured wildly to the holographic screens hovering around her. "This is so not the time for your... sexual shenanigans!"

Maria paused, looking up at Alice with an innocent expression, Kairos' shaft still between her lips. "But you said it was fine, baby," came her muffled protest.

"I didn't mean- That's not what I-" Alice sputtered incredulously. "Just get off him!"

With great ****, Maria released him with a pop. "You young people are so uptight," she sighed dramatically as she stood. "Fine, I'll behave. For now." She sent a suggestive wink Kairos' way.

Alice groaned, covering her face with a hand as she tried to regain her composure. Her mother's antics were going to be the **** of her.

Kairos mercifully took charge then. "Perhaps it would be best if we all took a moment to cool off," he suggested, though his eyes seemed distracted. "Alice, you should take some time to review your class options. choose carefully."

Grateful for the escape, Alice nodded and retreated to a different section of the stretch Hummer., trying to block out the embarrassing scene from moments before. She needed to focus on this monumental decision, not her mother's uninhibited sexual appetite.

In the silence of the small back room, Alice took a deep breath and tried to clear her head. The holographic screens hovered before her, waiting for her to choose. Valkyrie, Beastmaster, or Dancer - each with their own pros and cons. Which would be the key to forging her own path? Only time would tell. Sucking in a fortifying breath, Alice began to read through the descriptions in earnest, the weight of the world heavy on her shoulders. One way or another, this choice would kickstart her journey. And she'd be damned if she made the wrong call. Nothing was going to distract Alice from making her decision.

As Alice pored over the holographic screens, she was interrupted by Jen slipping into the room. "Hey," the other girl said softly, looking concerned. "You okay? That was pretty...intense out there."

Alice sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I just...needed to get away from that for a bit. My mom can be a lot sometimes."

Jen nodded in understanding. "I can imagine. parents, am I right?" She gave Alice a sympathetic smile. "Well, I won't keep you. I know you have a big decision to make. But if you need anything, I'm here."

"Thanks, Jen," Alice replied gratefully. "I appreciate it. I think I just need some time alone with my thoughts right now though. To really focus, you know?"

"Say no more," Jen assured her. "I'll leave you to it. Good luck." With that, the other woman took her leave, slipping back out into the main cabin.

Once she was alone again, Alice turned back to the screens...only to be distracted by some very suspicious noises coming from the other side of the door.

Unable to resist, she cracked it open just a slit...and her jaw dropped.

There was her mother, back on her knees in front of Kairos, enthusiastically pleasuring him with her mouth like her life depended on it. Only this time, she was trying (and failing) to be stealthy about it, shooting furtive glances toward the back room as if to check if Alice was still occupied.

"Oh my gods," Alice breathed, equal parts exasperated and bemused. "She just can't help herself, can she?"

As the sounds of fellatio grew louder, reaching a crescendo, Alice realized she couldn't afford to agonize over this any longer. Fuck it, she thought. I'll just pick one and make it work. Steeling her nerves, she reached out and selected an option decisively but her attention was drawn back to her mother hearing a loud moan

Alice couldn't take her eyes off the absolute trainwreck happening in front of her. Her mother was bent over, skirt around her waist, as Kairos slammed into her from behind, fucking her with total abandon. The lewd sight was burned into Alice's retinas. She knew she shouldn't be watching this, but she was rooted to the spot, unable to look away.

In a daze, she fumbled with the holographic controls, meaning to dismiss them. But her attention was so fractured by the sweaty, grunting display that she mis-swiped. Just as Kairos smacked Maria's ass with a fleshy thwack.

"Ungh, yeah, just like that!" her mom moaned gutturally, the sound obscene. "Use my holes!"

A little noise of mixed distress and arousal escaped Alice's throat as she watched helplessly. On some level, she knew she should be horrified. She should stop spying on her mom like some kind of perverted creep. But she couldn't make herself move. She was transfixed by the debauched scene before her.

And much to her shame, she could feel the evidence of her own excitement, cock stiffening in her pants. Gods, what the hell was wrong with her?! This was so messed up!

But that thought fled as Maria threw her head back with a wanton cry, clearly cresting the edge. Alice could practically taste the pheromones in the air. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the image of her mom getting railed was still vivid in her mind's eye.

A bead of precum leaked from her cock and her pussy grew wet, dampening her panties. Biting her lip, Alice frantically unzipped herself, shoving her hand into her pants to grip her aching cock. She gave it a quick, sharp jerk, **** back a needy whimper.

Alice's breath stuttered wetly, strokes growing erratically paced as she listened to the filthy smack of flesh on flesh. The sounds of her mom's complete debauchery were like gasoline on Alice's libido. Shame and arousal warred in her gut, making her movements ****.

Oh gods, oh fuck, she was going to...!

Dimly, Alice realized she had never dismissed the class screen. But then her orgasm crashed over her and she ceased caring. Ropes of thick cum splattered the holographic display as she came with a muffled whine, spunk dripping over the words "BEASTMASTER SELECTED".

Panting harshly, Alice collapsed back against the wall, pussy clenching around nothing. Abject horror quickly set in.

What had she just done?! More importantly, what had she just chosen?! She was stuck with the stupid beast class now, because she'd been too distracted by...by...

Alice shook her head in disbelief. This had to be some kind of cosmic joke. Surely her life couldn't actually be this much of a farce. Surely the universe wasn't that cruel.

Except...it was. Alice had just spunked up the proof.

Well. Fuck. Not much she could do about it now. She was a Beastmaster, apparently. Gods help her.

Sighing heavily, Alice cleaned herself up, tucked her wilting cock back into her pants, and licked a droplet of cum off her finger. This called for a very, very large drink.

[Class Selected!]

Congratulations, Alice! You’ve just locked yourself into Beastmaster.

(Selected via… unconventional input method. Ew.)

[New Class: Beastmaster]

Role: Monster tamer, bond forger, chaos wrangler.

Your class thrives on connection physical, emotional, and oh so intimate. The stronger the bond, the greater the power.

Passive Effects:

Shared Growth: Bonded partners now share up to 30% of experience gains.

Primal Instincts: While bonded, your senses sharpen (+10 Perception).

Marked Synergy: The Mated bond is not decorative. It is foundational. Ignore it at your peril.

(Good news: you’ll never fight alone. Bad news: you’ll also never pee alone.)

[New Trait Acquired: Sticky Situation]

How you chose your class will haunt you forever.

Effect: Beasts and bonded partners find you 100% more “compelling.” Yes, in that way.

Side Effect: Attraction = distraction. (You’re now a walking pheromone ad.)

Bonus: Dice gets to laugh every time he replays the highlight reel.

[New Trait Acquired: Mated]

You are branded, bonded, and bound. Your survival is linked with those who share your mark.

Effects:

Life Link: A portion of damage you take is shared across your bonded mates.

Instinct Surge: Fighting together multiplies stat scaling - the more synced you are, the harder you hit.

Primal Awakening: Your body is not done changing. The bond demands more…

[Race Evolution Triggered!]

Mana resonance + Beastmaster + Mated = No more pretending to be human, sweetheart.

Race Change ****: You are becoming Chimeran. The bond will shape you. The only choice you have?

Alpha: Dominant instincts. Charisma becomes commanding. Physical Strength surges. You’ll lead the pack whether you like it or not.

Beta: Submissive instincts. Empathy heightened. Magical control climbs. You’ll follow the pack or serve it.

(And before you ask - no, “Omega” isn’t on the menu. This isn’t fanfiction.net in 2012. Dice draws the line somewhere. Barely.)

[WARNING: Transformation Countdown Initiated]

Time remaining: 00:59… 00:58… 00:57…

Select Alpha or Beta. Failure to choose will result in… well, let’s just say you’ll find out what happens to “undecided” meat.

[Cash Shop Unlocked!]

Spend attribute points to snag new skills, traits, or gear.

Warning: Refunds are a myth. Buyer’s remorse will be delicious.

[Dice Commentary]

“Oh, Alice, you sweet, sticky disaster. You thought picking a class was the hard part? Cute. Now you get to reinvent your entire species. Alpha or Beta top or bottom red pill or blue pill. Pick fast, because trust me, you really don’t want to see what happens when the system auto fills. Ticktock, sweetheart.”

Alice’s eyes bulged as the glowing messages cascaded in front of her.

“…Beastmaster?!” Her voice cracked. “No, no, no, no, no. That was not a real choice. That was a a misclick! Or a… mis-stroke! Doesn’t count!”

Her towel slipped, and she yanked it tighter around herself, cheeks burning hot. (Great. Locked into a horny Pokémon trainer career path because I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. This is my life now. Perfect.)

Her gaze flicked over the traits, and she felt her stomach drop further.

“‘Sticky Situation’ oh yeah, thanks, Dice, really subtle. Why not just tattoo ‘permanent walking pheromone dispenser’ across my forehead while you’re at it?”

Then came the bombshell.

[Race Evolution Triggered!]

Alice’s breath caught. “Wait. Waitwaitwait RACE CHANGE?! That’s not That’s not normal!” She smacked the glowing window like that would make it disappear. “I didn’t sign up for this! I barely signed up for the class!”

Her heart pounded as the Alpha/Beta choice appeared, complete with a ticking timer.

(Oh gods. Alpha or Beta? Dominant wolf-girl or submissive pet? Am I really getting railroaded into the world’s worst furry dating sim right now?)

The line about Omega made her snort despite herself.

She ran both hands through her messy hair, pacing in the cramped space. “Alright. Deep breaths, Alice. You can handle this. You’ve handled worse. You… okay, actually, no you haven’t, but still. Think. Alpha = bossy muscle dom. Beta = magical empathy puppy. And if I don’t pick, apparently I get turned into ‘undecided meat.’ Whatever the hell that means.”

The countdown hit 00:45.

Alice swallowed hard, muttering under her breath. “Why can’t I ever just get the normal tutorial, huh? Slay ten rats, go home with a bronze medal? Nope. Not Alice. I get ‘Congratulations, you’re a kink zoo.’”

She squeezed her eyes shut, “Alright. Fine. I’ll pick. But when this all blows up in my face and it will it’s not my fault. It’s Dice’s fault. Always Dice’s fault.”

The timer ticked on.