CHAPTER 16: THE NEXT DAY

Knock!

Knock!

Malone’s eyes snapped open at the loud sound.

The sound of knocking echoed from the door of his rented room.

The space he occupied in Cinnia’s inn was modest, but comfortable, a well-sized bed, a small washroom with a clean wooden tub, and thick, well-insulated floors that muffled any noise from the bustling tavern below.

Specifically speaking it was perfect for someone like Malone.

He was a man who cherished his peace and quiet, especially when sleeping. He had little tolerance for unnecessary noise. When his rest was disturbed, his mood followed suit, and go downhill fast.

Still, as much as he wanted to curse whoever had the nerve to wake him at this hour, he didn’t.

Because he remembered, he had asked for this personally.

Last night, before heading to bed, he went ahead and made a request of Cinnia to wake him early so he could register at the guild first thing in the morning.

Normally, he was the type to sleep in; given he knew he had no work the next day, and being summon to this world, his mind and body would treat it as prolong vacation.

With a soft sigh, he rolled his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck.

Using his special eyes, he peered through the door. Sure enough, it was her.

Knowing that, he reached for the towel draped over the nearby chair, wrapped it around his bare waist, and padded across the room.

As he approached the door, his voice rang out, gruff but clear.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!"

The knocking was already beginning to grate on his nerves. He was awake now. The sound was no longer necessary.

He pulled open the door.

And was immediately greeted by a rather pleasing sight.

Cinnia stood there, before Malone eyes as he had looked down being vastly taller than her to meet her lazy gaze.

Wearing nothing but a transparent bathrobe that clung to her damp skin.

It would seem she recently got out of the shower, and unlike normal rooms.

Cinnia place him into her personal adobe made for family members.

In a way, Malone was mostly in the part of the Tavern where she lives with her daughter.

Mostly because of her students last request of keeping the Wonder close, and guiding him.

Special treatment for what he is and represent, you could say.

But of course Malone didn’t know that Cinnia separate him from the casual’s.

To ensure he has the outmost privacy.

Either way her silver hair was still wet, strands falling over one shoulder in lazy, hypnotic spirals.

Her full breasts were on full display, heavy and soft, nipples slightly hard from the morning chill.

As the robe stick to her skin.

The fabric didn’t hide them, either as result of this, framing them beautifully.

Below, a thin black g-string barely counted as clothing.

Her wide hips and long legs gleamed with bath oil, her skin taut and ageless. Every curve, was perfect and tune, as her scent invaded his nose.

She smelled very good, for a mere clone her true body Somewhere else, she ensure that these clones were well taken care of.

But as healthy and extremely vital Man.

Malone’s body reacted immediately.

His cock twitched, blood rushing downward faster than his mind could suppress it.

The towel around his waist lifted to the point the right knotted slowly start to unravel. Then his prick pitched forward with a full, undeniable bulge.

He however despite his well...cough cough... situation, did not reacted embarrassedly, even now his stoic behavior remained vividly intact.

It make one wonder how could a man be so free of shame infront of a stranger, yet so discipline.

Malone realize that this was a result of his Temper subclass reacting to Cinnia clone that has the Lust aspect to it.

Cinnia’s clone wasn’t just some cheap illusion either. Once a Dreamer hits level 50, they unlock a skill that allows them to create clones and remote control them from Astral Plane.

Each clone carries one sin: Lust, Envy, Greed, and so on.

These clones don’t have the full strength of the sin class, but they can still interact with the world.

Like this Lust model is doing right now.

You could level up by committing sinful acts tied to their nature. Lust seduces, Wrath kills, Gluttony consumes... you get the idea.

And the real Cinnia?

She gets stronger for every clone that levels up, even if she is nowhere near the action.

She levels up by proxy in this case. Quiet growth from the shadows as her Sloth Class requires.

But for Malone it was different having all classes really fucks with his mind as his combine urges is seven time stronger than a normal class holder.

It is both a gift and a curse.

But in a case like this a weakness.

Because inside him, his Sinner blood roared for release, he want to commit a sin right here and now.

And it doesn’t take an idiot to realize what sin that is.

[You are aroused]

The notification came infront of him, and Malone mentally said.

’No shit Sherlock, I haven’t fucked a woman in three months.’

’And the mechanics of this depraved world does not help me in controlling my urges; rather it urges me to act on them...sigh.’

’Still this woman is a stranger. I don’t fuck around without consent, being law abiding citizen of course, but the logic here are different, r@pe is as normal as marriage if it could make you stronger but even then, I am not like that, as much of an asshole I am, I still have some morals left.’

[Due to Cinnia Clone, her passive skill Seduction is affecting you. Your level is too low to counter attack it]

’Whatever... Getting bricked up like this is a natural reaction for any man in this situation.’

Her firmly said to himself.

’Anyone who says otherwise is either lying or just not into women. Especially with supernatural bullshit in play, it is hardwired. So really, for argument sake, hate the game, not the player. Cinnia didn’t do anything wrong here, this is just slothful carelessness on her part.’

’That said, she is a Sloth-class hunter by nature. Her real body is probably lounging somewhere in a bed, half-asleep, while she controls this clone from a distance from her dreams.’

’I would bet my life she is not even aware of how seductive she looks to lower-leveled guys like me. Her passive charm ramps up unconsciously based on how much stronger she is.’

’Even if this is just a puppet, it is still a Tempter model. Thankfully, it is not pushing full Tier-9 strength, or I would have already lost my damn mind and pinned her sexy ass to the wall without a second thought, as I brutally have my way with her.’

Malone said to himself more than anything else.

His breath stayed even.

But his body heated, his jaw clenched.

Cinnia’s fox-like eyes open slowly as she scanned him, her eyes travelling downwards.

And then that’s when she saw it.

This clone being a tempter model, with the affliction of slothfulness, still react in a way Tempter would in this situation.

Her smirk spread like wildfire across her face.

"Well, well...

She said, as she licked her lips, eyes flickering down.

"You’re certainly up this very fine morning."

Her voice was slow, as it was playful. She then stepped closer, the robe parting slightly at the thigh to show more smooth skin, and more teasing invitation.

Malone didn’t say anything.

Nor did he move, rather he just watch her with his same stoic expression.

But the tension in the air sharpened like a blade.

Cinnia tilted her head, watching him with amused mostly, this teasing session between her and him was indirectly making both of them stronger, ironically speaking.

"No reaction? Not even a flinch? Hmmm has this clone lost it touch perhaps."

She leaned in, her voice lowering, her breath warm on his neck.

"Don’t tell me you’re one of those stoic types who bottle it all in. That’s not very healthy, you know."

He stayed still and silent. But his pulse thundered in his ears.

She was pressing him, testing him.

And his Class was burning, every sin gnawing at his skin from the inside, empowering the Tempter class at this moment.

But he most remain strong, he refuse to be bitch like this, if sex and erotic thing empower that class it would be on his timing and not the other way around.

She smelled like sweet smoke and lavender. Her skin looked like it would taste like honey as well.

And every fiber of him, every curse sin in his blood, wanted to grab her by the throat and fuck her senseless against the wall.

But he didn’t move, rather he just sighed and said.

"Are you done teasing me barmaid?"

And that response more than anything, made Cinnia grin.

She cocked an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her half-lidded fox eyes.

"Hmhm~♡♡

"Hehehe...

She chuckled slightly with a lazy tone to it.

"You’re interesting one alright."

She said to Malone.

"Most men would be drooling by now... or begging to have a taste of this fleshy meat construct of thine own making."

She stepped in close again, placing a single hand on his chest, right above his heart. Her fingers lingered, tracing the firm outline of his muscles.

"Still...

She whispered, her voice a warm breath against his ear, as she had to tip-toe to reach it.

"Maybe next time I won’t knock. Maybe I’ll just slip under your sheets and see how long that discipline of yours lasts."

Malone however responded, by grabbing her meaty ass as his hand sank deep into bubbly flesh.

"Woman has anyone ever told you what personal space is."

Seeing this, she just smile, as Malone release his firm grip.

But that aside, she would leave her as the victor of this teasing between them.

"How manly I must admit... I would have cut your arm off, to be honest it is refreshing, I am sadist you see, so I get off by dominating my partner in bed, you seem fun and hard to just seduce, although I didn’t came here with that intentions seeing you get so hard like that might have torn me on a bit hehehe... Still you have a lot to do today so don’t let me distract you."

"... However you can’t leave the Inn like that now can you... Let your barmaid aid you with an assist."

Then, casually, she reached beneath her robe, her fingers slipping under the thin band of her g-string.

In one smooth motion, she slid them down those wide, tempting hips and stepped out of them without breaking eye contact.

The panties dangled from her index finger, curled up as she swing them around on her fingers.

She leaned in, grabbed his right hand, and pressed the slightly-damp fabric into his palm closing it into a fist for him.

"Here you go big guy, knock your self out."

Her voice dropped lower, teasing, as it was warm, but equally wicked.

"A gift from your precious Barmaid, if you’re the shy type to ask. Let me tell you something interesting, I put these back on just now to wake you up... but they’re the same ones I wore last night."

Her eyes sparkled.

"Still freshly fermented."

Then she winked again, sultry and slow.

"Have fun with that. Just make sure you return it... when you’re done. Or just keep it if you want to."

"Either way this clone is going to sleep to fuel the others, you can talk to my other clone downstairs, have a good day Wonder."

She then turned away, hips swinging like a metronome.

The g-string, now gone, had left her robe clinging scandalously to the bare skin of her ass, thin silk riding high as if begging to be peeled away.

With a lazy wave over her shoulder, she walked off down the hall, barefoot and unbothered as she went into her room.

Malone didn’t move, he was both confused, shock, and aroused.

A low sigh left his mouth as he closed the door of his room, deciding to take a bath and get ready.