When the red light faded, I was lying face down in a pile of garbage.
I was no longer naked. The portal must have given me clothes to wear (however that worked). But my clothes weren’t fit for the weather.
It was freezing cold. Snow was falling on my hair and neck. I shivered. Lettuce leaves and egg yolks gummed up my hair.
I tried to sit up and fell over, groaning and gripping my head. "Fuck me ..."
Blood pounded against my head like a hundred sledgehammers. It felt like the worst hangover of my life, multiplied by ten.
"Um, are you okay?"
A redhead with freckles in a sexy waitress uniform was looking down at me. She was holding a wooden bucket full of garbage.
"Y-yea ..."
I sat up with some effort, head still pounding. Banana peels and vegetable tops fell off me.
"Just a headache. Where am I?"
"In the alleyway behind Redbeard’s Tavernhouse. Had too much to drink? I can call my husband if you need help."
"No, I mean what city am I in?"
"Windmoor. In the kingdom of Val’far. Are you sure you’re okay?"
I checked the girl out. She was pretty cute. Mid-twenties. Nice cleavage. And she was married. Which was extra good news.
I also noticed something else about her.
There was a bar above her head, kind of like a health bar you see in video games. The bar was transparent, like an HP bar when your health is reduced to zero.
I wonder what that is?
Next to the bar, off to the right, a number floated. It was the number ’1.’
Can that be her HP? But who has only one HP? Must be her level then. But level of what?
"Um ... If you’re okay ... I have to get back to the tavern. I’m a barmaid there. My husband owns the place."
"Wait," I said. "Help a man in need out would you? I need to wash my face. Get cleaned up. It’s freezing out here and I don’t even have clean clothes or a coat to wear."
"You’re homeless?"
"Not exactly. Please. I don’t have anywhere to go."
"But I’m busy. And I don’t know you."
"Pretty please?"
I looked at the barmaid, winked, and gave her the best charming smile I could. Which was hard, because I was covered in trash and food scraps and smelled like it.
But my newfound good looks must have worked because the girl smiled. The bar above her head filled up slightly to 5% full.
That’s interesting.
"Well okay," she said. "You don’t look like a bad person. I’ll let you in through the back door. You can wash in one of our storerooms. There shouldn’t be anyone there now: it’s the busiest part of the day. But you have to be quick, okay? My husband would kill me if he found out."
"Yea. No problem."
* * *
The barmaid, whose name I learned was Rosa, led me through a back door into a storeroom where they stored buckets and mops and rags.
She brought a big washtub, a pail of steaming hot water, a sponge, and a towel.
"Here you go."
I took off my shirt. Rosa gasped and covered her face with her hands. The bar above her head jumped from 5% to 25%.
I grinned. This new body was working its magic. I was hot stuff.
"Is something wrong?"
"N-no. I was just surprised is all. I’ll leave you to it," she said, face flushed. "I gotta get back to work."
"Wait," I said.
She stopped and turned back to me. "What is it?"
"Can you do me a favor and bring me a change of clothes? Mine are kind of ruined. I could use some warm weather clothes as well."
"Clothes. Well ... I ..." Her eyes ran over my body.
Sensing her guard was down I dropped my pants. My half-erect cock plopped out. Rosa gasped and turned even redder.
The bar zoomed to 50% full.
"Have you no shame?!"
"I’m just taking a bath," I said. "Is something wrong?"
She covered her face and ran out of the room. Guess I took that too fast.
"Don’t forget to bring me clothes!" I shouted after her.
I watched Rosa’s ass jiggle until she disappeared. Then I finished undressing and began to wash.
The room was freezing. Every few seconds a snowy draft blew in from a half-open window. But the water was freshly boiled.
I poured ladles of scalding water onto my back and began to scrape off the grime with the sponge.
As I bathed, I got to thinking. Selena was no joke. She had given me magic powers.
That bar above Rosa’s head must be some kind of seduction bar. And the number ’1’ probably corresponded to her seduction level.
I smiled.
I was making good progress. Every woman I seduced would take me one step closer to sleeping with the Queens of Light.
And Rosa was the first step.
* * *
I’d just finished toweling off when Rosa returned with a bundle of clothes. She put them down near the washtub with her face turned away.
"These are my husband’s old clothes," she said. "But he doesn’t fit into them anymore. He got fat after we married."
"Thanks," I said. I began to put on the shirt and the underpants.
Before Rosa could leave I said, "Your husband must be really lucky, to have such a kind and beautiful wife like you."
The bar went from 50% to 75%.
What a slut!
"You f-flatter me," Rosa said.
"I’m serious. I’d love to have a wife like you."
Rosa hesitated. Then she spoke:"My husband doesn’t seem to think he’s lucky."
"What do you mean?"
Rosa hesitated again. "Never mind."
The bar went down 5%. Apparently when the woman had an attack of conscience, or when I said the wrong thing, she could lose seduction as well. I filed that lesson away for future use.
"No," I said. "Tell me."
"Why should I?" she turned to look at me before remembering I was still half-naked.
She flushed and turned away again, fingers fiddling with a ribbon on her uniform.
"Well ... er ..." It took me a moment to come up with a good lie. "Well, talking through marriage problems can be helpful. For relieving stress."
"Yea? I am pretty stressed these days." Rosa nodded. "Okay, I’ll tell you. Well Westly—that’s my husband’s name—is quick to anger. He seems like a nice guy but only in public. When nobody’s around he yells at me and calls me names. Sometimes if I mess up at the tavern, he’ll wait until we get home and then hit me with a razor strop."
"Oh you poor thing."
Rosa was looking down at her feet. A tear trickled down her cheek.
Now’s my chance.
I went up to Rosa and put my arm around her shoulder. "You need a hug," I said. "Come here. If you were my wife I’d never call you names or hit you."
Rosa seemed surprised by my hug. But she didn’t resist.
And slowly she relaxed and wrapped her hands around my lower back.
She looked up at me, face slightly flushed. "You’re very tall," she said. "Thanks. Does the hug make you feel better?"
"Yea ... You’re warm ..."
"When I’m sad I like to do this ..."
Slowly, I began to sway back and forth as if we were dancing. I hummed a song to her. This had the effect of making my hips grind against her hips.
Rosa’s closed her eyes. But I could hear her heart beating and hear her breath quickening. Her seduction bar was inching up as well.
This is turning her on!
Rosa suddenly dug her fingers into my waist.
"What’s wrong?" I said.
Rosa blurted out: "D-do you have a girlfriend? Are you married?"
Rosa blushed am even darker red when she realized what she’d said. Her seduction was at 80% now. I was close.
"No girlfriend and no wife," I said. "I prefer the bachelor life. It gives me more freedom. By the way, can I ask you a favor?"
"What is it?" she murmured.
I let go of her and stepped back.
I waited for a few seconds, letting the look of disappointment on her face grow. She’d wanted me to keep "dancing." She’d wanted to keep feeling my cock pressing against her stomach.
I pointed down at the noticeable bulge in my pants.
"The truth is I don’t know how to tie the cords on these pants. Could you give me some ... assistance?"
I gave her a meaningful look.
From the color changes going on in Rosa’s face, I knew she understood very well what my meaning was.
She looked down at her feet. She seemed to be listening to the sounds coming from her tavern. Then she met my eyes.
With a slight smile playing on her lips, she nodded and walked toward me, biting her lower lip.
Above her head, the seduction bar reached 100%. It began to flash with white light.
Bingo.
"I think I can be of some assistance," Rosa murmured. She came toward me, extending her fingers. But instead of reaching for my drawstring, she "missed" and brushed her fingers against my shaft.
"Oh ..."
She smiled.
"Oops," she said. "What’s this? It seems you have a bigger problem here than just a loose drawstring. Maybe I could help you with this instead?"
You know what happens next. I told you in Chapter 1.
Rosa got down on her knees and gave my cock a good sucking.
Then I bent her over in the washroom and began to bang her doggie style.
She came so hard from my thirteen-inch cock that she had trouble standing up.
We could’ve had a lot more fun, except her husband started calling for her and ruined the show.
So I shot my cum inside her, had her suck my cock clean, and walked out without even saying goodbye.
Being a villain was much harder than they said.