Rennia's eyes wobbled open. Something was wrong—the headache made that apparent, and her body felt all groggy and slow. But a heavy and throbbing pulse between her legs was beating, more intense than the usual symptoms of morning wood she experienced.
She looked down at the sheet clinging to her thighs. Her shaft was rock hard and flushed, awfully thick and much longer than it should have been, pushing way farther than her belly button. Something slick and wet was at the tip of her dickhead.
She shifted slightly, the fabric dragging across her skin. Attempting to get out of bed, her hips jerked violently. She touched her face and felt a chilling sensation on her lips and cheeks, like it had been caught by the cold. Something did happen—she just couldn't remember what exactly.
As she left the bed, the open window let the morning air start biting against her skin, especially scaring the ever-loving lights out of her body when the cold made her already flushed cock twitch too much. She staggered, standing upright by the closed door. This didn't look like the six inches she used to have—she was definitely "taller" by the looks of it. She gripped the head and had to resist the urge to stroke it. Okay, focus, Rennia. This is not how you start a morning.
Before she could do anything else, the Living system surprised her with a flash of knowledge.
[Maiden of Eros Lv. 3] > [Maiden of Eros Lv. 4]
[Hex: Libido — 999]
A Hex? Her class had leveled up? From what exactly? And she was hexed? Cursed somehow? Minus -999. That wasn't normal—that certainly wasn't libido. Before she could panic, her thoughts raced to finding Ishmere. She cursed under her breath. If she had anything to do with this, there would be hell to pay.
But before she could move, an ache built up at the base of her tip, almost causing her body to buzz. She frowned, bit her lip. As she loomed closer to the door, the sounds of people moving in and out put her in a state of shock. She scrambled to the window and stared at the sun, gawking at what she was witnessing. It was late morning, probably late afternoon, and Ishmere didn't wake her.
Oh no.
Quick! She had to get dressed. She had no time to sort this out with people nearby.
Fitting the well-fitted barmaid dress Ishmere had given her, she loosened her trousers and made sure to put on an apron, covering the bulge that was sticking out of the clothing. She hoped it would calm the problem, at the very least, people would be less suspicious. As she stepped forward, her thighs shifted uncomfortably as she walked, bearing the weight and the ache of it.
She started moving, taking heavy breaths and keeping her clothes together, her shoulders tense. She opened the room into the small hallway and into the tavern. Someone was laughing inside, and she could hear a mug clink, boots tapping on wood, fingers beating the counter.
Heat seemed to come from the lobby. Did Ishmere put up a fire? The smell of ale and sweat and horrible body ointments came to her. She turned her face away from the potency of the smells and yanked the door closed again. She swallowed hard. Maybe she should sneak out of the tavern and hope no one sees her. Maybe she needed to ditch Ishmere for a few hours if it meant the obligations got thrown out the window.
After taking a deep breath and mustering the courage to leave for her inevitable fate, she stepped into the tavern kitchen, catching sight of Ishmere carrying kegs of her ale from the basement floor. Ishmere looked up mid-carry, her face squinted and sweating, red with exhaustion. Strength, of course, naturally wasn't her strong suit. It was nice to know that Ishmere wasn't good at everything.
But of course, one glance at Rennia's reddened, flushed cheeks and her damp forehead, the awkward posture she stood at—and the sage knew that whatever was wrong with her wasn't normal. Ishmere put the keg down and briefly stared at Rennia's midsection. Rennia stiffened. She couldn't deal with those lippy stares Ishmere gave her. Those glossy wet lips, were ripe for—
She shut the thought out.
And then, in response, her lower member throbbed against the apron fabric, and her heart was stuttering.
"What's wrong with you, Rennia? This really isn't the time for rampant horniness." Rennia's face grew redder by the second, embarrassed and aroused by Ishmere's figure. Ishmere had taken it upon herself to wear really frilly clothes, enough so that her smaller but supple breasts supplanted cleavage all the way to the middle of her chest. Her collarbone and neck were strangely arousing.
"It's not what you think. I woke up with a—a… a…" She couldn't help but stutter.
"Ah… uh… uh… well, spit it out."
"A hex. I've been cursed. My libido is out of control. I literally can't sit still, and why didn't you wake me earlier so we could have dealt with this earlier?"
Ishmere frowned. "Oh geez, for once I thought it would be nice not to pester my number one assistant, but now you're being ungrateful. How was I suppose to know you'd pick a sex hex in the middle of the night."
Rennia stuck her tongue out. "Well…"
"Well… can you hold out for a few hours? You won't believe this, but Don Tellin spread some words for me, and what do you know—a few people have shown up. Six people were here this morning; already left. So can we, like, do this later? I had a weird dream too, perhaps it's connected somehow, anyhow. MONEY, actual money in our grasp."
Rennia grabbed her by the shoulders, annoyed. "Ishmere, I'm fucking hexed. Cursed by a witch or worse. If it's not you, at least help me solve this problem."
Ishmere backed away slightly as Rennia's bulge in the apron started poking her belly. " Hey, now is not the time."
"But Ishmere!"
"Look, okay, just hold on half an hour, then, and I'll assist. I've got some patrons paying money for my bubblebrew. You won't let me say no to money, would you, since you're dependent on me and all?"
Rennia scoffed. "Dependent? Hardly. Remember where that guild money went. But if you're going to be stuck-up, then fine. Half an hour, and then I'll personally kick out any rumbling drunk you have in here."
Ishmere's eyes narrowed. "Thank you—you're such an angel. Do you know that?" She grabbed Rennia's hands, held them together, then nudged her face closer to hers. "I mean it. I've been treating you badly. If it wasn't for you…"
Rennia pulled away, blushing. "Forget it. I'll help with serving."
"Oh, so you do like being a barmaid." Rennia tapped her on the shoulder aggressively.
"Don't get it twisted," She pointed at her bulge. "Now, isn't there a soothing spell you can use for this?"
Ishmere shook her head. "Hexes are complicated. Doing anything to you now would destabilize the hex, cause it to act erratically. Let's tend to the tavern first, and I'll tend to you, my student."
"You've taught me like one spell, your more of you're slut if anything. Just...let's get this over with."
Rennia forced herself toward the ensuing crowd that sat in the lobby. Well, there was no helping it, and at the very least it would keep her occupied. Keep her mind in the right place.
She followed Ishmere into the lobby.