Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 6

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The Sexy Rogue Is Powerless To Stop My Elite Technique!

Previous chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five

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“A very adequate performance,” croaked Dorian the toad, as Justin wiped his cock clean on the washer-woman’s tear-streaked face.  “Do you intend to grind her for additional experience?”

Justin shook his head, and tucked away his cock.  “No,” he said.  “She’ll only be worth 7 XP on her first re-rape, and 6 on her second, assuming I use her different ways each time.  At that rate I’m need to fuck her a minimum of 12 times to level up again, assuming no further downgrade of her worth.”

“An accurate assessment,” acknowledged Dorian.  “And what of your recent gains?”

Justin called up the stats screen:

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JUSTIN
Human Champion – Level 3

POWER: 2
REFLEXES: 1
ENDURANCE: 1
ARCANA: 2
ALLURE: 2

HP: 9/21
MP: 7/7

You have 2 (two) stat points to assign.  Use “assign” to assign them!

You have 1 (one) unused skill slot.  Learn skills from practice dolls throughout the world!

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“I’m going to hold off on assigning my stats,” said Justin, “because I’ve still got a skill point to spend, and that might change what stats I need.  And with the reward from this quest, plus selling the loot from Sue-Ellen here, I should be able to afford to train that skill point.”

He was already pulling the rest of Sue-Ellen’s clothes off her body, to add to his inventory, and when he was done with that he began to steal the various loads of laundry scattered around her house.  None of it was very valuable, but it would all add up.

“And with training,” he went on, “I should be able to rape higher-value women.”

“An excellent assessment,” said Dorian.  “Very well, then – I shall meet you at the practice dolls.”

And with that, Dorian hopped out the window and was gone.

Justin departed shortly afterwards, leaving the washerwoman nude, with her tits bruised, her mouth full of the taste of the baker’s sperm, a pair of her wet panties stuffed into her mouth, and with Justin’s cum leaking from her freshly-raped pussy.

In his own world, what Justin had done to the woman would be monstrous and inexcusable.  And yet here it was heroic.  This was a world where women were destined to be raped, abused, and dominated.  Forced by magic into an idyllic Disney-like fantasy, it was straining and buckling under the weight of its own internal tensions.  If Justin didn’t force women like Sue-Ellen back onto their destined paths – that is, by beating, raping and humiliating them – then the whole world would eventually collapse into nothingness, taking the women (and everything else) along with it.

However you looked at it, the sounds of the washerwoman weeping softly into her demeaning gag were the sounds of a decisive victory over evil.

Justin retraced his steps now to the baker’s shop.  The baker, Gargan, had by this point returned from his errand, and stood behind the counter in the shop.  And next to him stood his daughter, Cindy – still completely nude, her tits and cunt on display.

“Ah, the hero returns!” laughed the baker.  He looked across at his daughter.  “Don’t mind Cindy here.  She is just a *complete slut*.”

Tears formed in Cindy’s eyes, and she raised her hands to cover her naked breasts.

Her father yanked them away.

“Don’t cover up, you little slut!” he said.  “If you wanted to cover your whorish tits, you should have kept your clothes.  Tell this man what you did with the nice clothes I bought you.”

Cindy knew very well that Justin had stolen her clothes after raping her.  But she couldn’t say that.  

“I threw them in the garbage because I’m a slut,” she said in a quiet voice.

“You see?” said Gargan.  “A complete whore.  She clearly *wants* you to stare at her fuckhole.  I’ve told her that I’m not replacing her clothes until she works off the cost, which at her pay will be three days.  By then, every man in town will have seen her twat.”

“You should discipline her,” suggested Justin.  “Beat her tits with a rolling pin, the way I just did with the washerwoman.”

Gargan’s eyes lit up.  “You gave that bitch the tit-bruises she deserves?” he said.  “And did she eat the tart?”

“Every last crumb,” said Justin.  “She cried.  I think you’ll find her much more… compliant in future.”

Gargan cackled with delight.  “Very good!” he said.  “And here is your payment then.”

QUEST COMPLETE!
REWARD: 5 GP
REWARD: 15 XP
57 XP TO NEXT LEVEL!

“Thank you,” said Justin.  “And would you also care to buy these?”

He disgorged most of the contents of his inventory – the clothes he had stolen from Sue-Ellen, along with the clothes he had taken from Cindy right here in this bakery.

Gargan showed no reaction to what were clearly his own daughter’s panties and dress.

“I can give you another 2 GP for all of it,” he said.

That was better than Justin was expecting, and he took the deal.

On his way out, Justin took an extra moment to stare at Cindy’s pussy before leaving.  He had seen it already, of course, but he liked the way that openly staring at her fuckhole made Cindy blush and squirm.

“You know,” said Justin.  “Sometimes girls act up to get attention from their fathers.  It might not be the whole town she wants to show her rapehole to – just a certain parental figure…”

Cindy’s eyes widened in horror, and Gargan took on a speculative look.

Justin laughed to himself.  He had planted the seed in their thoughts – a seed which, if nurtured, would help return this way to its natural state.  The more often Cindy was raped – and the more degrading and intimate those rapes – the more it would help to thwart the evil spell of innocence placed on this world by the sorceress Alyra.

He left the bakery as Gargan began to stare with curiosity at his naked daughter’s breasts.

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In Hero’s Destiny, skills were learned from trainers.  Justin assumed that the “practice dolls” that Dorian had spoken of must be the equivalent in this world.  He hadn’t encountered any yet, but they were usually found down intriguing-looking side-streets or cul-de-sacs in most towns, and Justin had no doubt he would find one quickly if he started looking.

There were a variety of trainers throughout Hero’s Destiny – swordmasters, scholars, crafters, thugs, archers, and others – but there was one skill that Justin was particularly hoping to acquire.  It was *the* optimum pick in Hero’s Destiny – the necessary first choice for any player who hoped to shortcut some of the game’s more grind-focused mechanics, or cheat their way past some of the more difficult quests.

He found his first trainer in an alleyway near the tavern.  She was a pretty blonde girl, thin and waifish, with tits that looked cartoonishly huge not because they were actually big, but because they were a little larger than her slight frame would otherwise suggest.  She was dressed in the shining armour of a knight, except that her breastplate bore a large hole, through which she had pulled her naked breasts, exposing them to sight and offering them no protection at all.  Likewise, where her codpiece should have been, there was simply a hole in her armour, showing off her naked pink pussy.

Dorian sat to one side of her, on a barrel.

“Good afternoon, sir,” said the girl, in a shy, humiliated voice.  She was avoiding eye contact with Justin, and clearly struggling to overcome an impulse to cover her tits and cunt with her hands.  “My name is Rapeberry, and I can teach you the skills of Bitch Slap, and…”

She paused.

“Cunt Stab,” prompted Dorian, in a croaky voice.

“… Cunt Stab,” finished the girl, blushing.

“What do those skills do?” asked Justin.

“Bitch Slap does double damage against women with the ‘bitch’ trait,” said Rapeberry.  “And it will interrupt anything they are saying, and make them feel a moment of regret for their bitchy behaviour.”

The bitch ‘trait’?  Justin hadn’t seen ‘traits’ on women he had fought yet.  Had they simply been trait-free, or would he need another skill to be able to learn that kind of information about his opponents?

“What about Cunt Stab?” he asked.

“If you are holding a weapon without sharp edges,” said Rapeberry, “and your opponent’s cunt is exposed, you can use Cunt Stab to force your weapon into her vagina, humiliating her and raising her arousal, and opening up the possibility of using special weapon abilities or other follow-up attacks.”

Justin shook his head.  Cunt Stab could wait till later, until he had the ideal weapon or skills to capitalised on it.  And Bitch Slap sounded fun, but the skill Justin was looking for would be far better.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” he said.  “I’ll try my luck elsewhere.”

He was worried that he might not find what he was looking for.  After all, this was a starting town – how many trainers would it have?  He was pretty sure there was only one magic shop – sorry, “rape shop” here.  But Dorian *had* said “practice dolls”, plural.

And sure enough, the woman she was looking for was right around the next corner, sandwiched between a residential cottage and a storage shed of some kind.   She was wearing a beautiful red hooded robe, that framed her gorgeous red hair – and she was blushing and trying to cover her beautiful breasts, which were otherwise completely exposed by the low leather corset that covered her belly.  She was a rogue, or a thief – a slutty one.

And nearby, sitting in a flower pot, was Dorian.

“Oh, sir,” said the woman, blushing.  “I’m sorry.  I’m not meant to be here.  Please…”

“Think, before you speak, wench,” croaked Dorian.  “Can you not see that this is the Protagonist?  The very person you have been waiting for?”

She squeaked, and jumped a little, and her blush deepened.

“Oh,” she said.  She looked Justin up and down.  “You mean, like a hero?”

“A hero, of a kind,” agreed Dorian.  “Or at least, he hopes to be.”

Her eyes widened.  “Please, sir,” she said.  “Please help me!  I’m in the grip of a horrible spell!  I normally teach the little ones of the village their letters and numbers, but yesterday when I woke up this… lewd dress was set out on my dresser, and I felt compelled to wear it, and come here – and then again today.  I have no ability to leave!  And this… horrid *frog* calls me names, and… and…”

Justin shook his head.  “I don’t think I can help you with that,” he said.  “That’s part of the way this world works now.  If I’m successful in my quest… maybe it won’t need to work like that.  But for now I’m afraid you must endure.”

He extended a hand.  “My name’s Justin,” he said.

She took his hand and shook it – not realising that by doing so she was exposing her left breast to his gaze.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Justin,” she said.  “My name is… is…”

She fell silent, making a choking noise.

“I’ve told you what your name is, trollop,” said Dorian.  “Say it.”

She whimpered.  “That’s not a real name,” she objected.

“It’s *your* name, while you’re playing this role,” replied Dorian.  “It’s not *my* wrath you’ll face if you fight it.  Surely you can sense that?”

She whimpered again.

“Tell him your name, harlot,” said Dorian.

“My name is… Fuckflower,” said the red-haired woman, in a sulky voice, looking down at the ground.

“It suits you,” said Justin.  He was discovering it was endlessly entertaining to be randomly cruel to pretty women, when he would face no consequences for doing so.

She whispered something that might have been, “Thank you, sir.”

“What skills can you train me in, Fuckflower?” asked Justin.

“Sharking, and Pickpocket,” said Fuckflower.  “Sharking will enable you to initiate combat by attempting to rip off an opponent’s skirt, while Pickpocket will…”

Justin cut her off.  “I know,” he said.  “Teach me Pickpocket.”

“That will be five gold, sir,” said Fuckflower.

There was nothing so crass as actually pressing coins into Fuckflower’s hand.  The money just  disappeared from Justin’s inventory – in much the same way as it had appeared there when the baker had “paid” him.

And then the game text:

SKILL ACQUIRED: Pickpocket.

YOU NOW HAVE ZERO UNUSED SKILL SLOTS.

Justin looked at Dorian.  “Can I test it?” he asked.  “On her?”

“Of course,” said Dorian.

Justin smiled – and walked away from Fuckflower.  He couldn’t see her, but he sensed her relief as he appeared to depart.

But Justin was really just looking to return to the same location from another angle.  He did a full circle around the cottage, until he was approaching from behind Fuckflower.  He moved as carefully and silently as he could towards her.

STEALTH ENGAGED.

He could sense that his underlying stealth – the chance that Fuckflower wouldn’t notice him – wasn’t very good.  He remembered that he had two unspent stat points, so he silently called up his stats screen, and assigned them both to “Reflexes”.  He immediately felt more confident in his cat-like approach.

Slowly, he approached her, until he could almost touch her.  Her back was still turned.  He reached out, and – PICKPOCKET.

Time stopped.  Justin was looking at Fuckflower’s inventory.  It was laid out on one side like a paper doll, with slots for equipped items.  He was amused to see that in addition to slots for pants, shoes, shirt, bracers, gauntlets and rings, she also had a “mouth” slot, a “cunt” slot, a “tits” slot, an “ass” slot, and special slots for underwear.

All of that was useless to him, for now.  Pickpocket couldn’t affect equipped items.  He would need a more powerful version of the skill, at a higher level, to perform such feats – as much fun as it might be to silently strip her nude and insert something unpleasant in her pussy.

But what he *could* influence was her regular inventory.  And there it was – the five gold coins he had just paid her for this training.  

Every item that he pickpocketed from someone came with a chance of being detected.  At the moment, his stats weren’t good, and this was a risky endeavour.  He had no idea what Fuckflower’s combat stats were, but essential shop and trainer NPCs were often comically overpowered, to deter players from fucking with them.

But Fuckflower was a *trainer*, and her purpose was to demonstrate the very skill she had just trained.  Which meant that he was all but certain to be successful in stealing from her – even if it meant stealing the money he had paid to receive that training.

 It was a famous exploit in Hero’s Destiny – and he was delighted to see that this weird Rapeworld version of the game had replicated it perfectly.  

He reached out and plucked the coins from her.  Then he closed the Pickpocket window.

Time started again, and Fuckflower turned to Justin.  “Oh!” she exclaimed.  “I didn’t see you there!”

He had been successful in his Pickpocket attempt.  She had no awareness of what he had done, and she would never notice the coins were missing.  

He wished that this girl wasn’t a shopkeeper.  She was so gorgeous, with her cute blushes and her flaming red hair.  He could almost imagine how delightful it would be to rape her.  

Dorian had said something about catching girls outside of their shopkeep duties.  Could Justin do that?  She’d said she was some kind of teacher…

But that would have to wait.  He had a new skill – and a plan to use it to complete another quest.

And even that wasn’t the highest priority.  Because it was beginning to get dark.  

Justin would need to find somewhere to spend the night…

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