I (Cory), Hailie, Marc, and Rina, gathered once more after the roll back, at the tower of Worsetingale.

Most were estastic because they can play as their old character again; while Hailie was kind of disappointed because she wanted to be a tank.

"Well, it's kind of pricey, but I heard there's a shop that sells a class-removal potion!" Marc commented during our walk.

Changing your class in Darkmoon Adventure would often mean confronting the NPC that gave you your class in the first place, seeing the disappointment in their eyes, and being stripped away of your title… Is a very humbling thing.

But the class-removal potion would just make it so that your class be… Well, removed, without any lasting impacts on your relationship with the NPC, if that's something you cared about.

"Oh… I still think I gotta talk to Daleyn about it." Hailie scratched her cheeks embarassingly, "Maybe she'll understand."

"Who's Daleyn?" Rina tilted her head.

"Oh, she's the um… Ah- The nun that gives the Cleric quest!" Hailie excitedly explained, "She called me a great devoter when I got the Priest class, she even taught me where to buy a new healing kit that just got updated into the game a week ago!"

I got curious, "Where is that?"

"I forgot!" She answered with a bright giggle.

And so, we did as before; me and Rina came inside to kill the goat while our team watched.

Then, we killed each other, before waking up.

"We're done." I said, as we walked outside, confirming that Rina's quest had finished.

This time, there weren't any bears… Strangely so, but I didn't mind, since we'll be skedaddling out of here very soon.

Our team—Me, Marc, Hailie, Akira, Rina—headed back to the town and received our reward, enough XP for me to level up from 53 to 55.

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Level: 53 > 55

Class: Squire

HP: 300/300

Attack: 86 > 90

Magic: 9

Defense: 46 > 48

Resistance: 37 > 38

Damage Reduction: 9 > 10%

I was particularly satisfied when my damage reduction got to a flat 10%, it will be much, much, MUCH easier to calculate my damage taken now.

With that said, I told the guys I needed to log off early today, because I had something special prepared.

The VR pod hummed again, and as I smelled the fresh air, I stretched and yawn.

Gerald the butler was there, he was, once again, sitting at the door, reading a book whilst waiting for his precious madam Hailie to finish her two hours playing session.

I wonder if he ever needed to use the bathroom at these two hours or he'll have to hold it in to make sure she's safe?

I approached him, and the man looked up at me with a plain expression.

"Brofist?" I said, putting my hand up in a fist, asking to bump him.

As does everytime my autism rises when I'm around him. He was madly confused, he frowned a bit, looking at my fist, then looking at my ugly and creepy smile, before ultimately raised his fist up and met mine.

"You are weird, Ms. Smith."

"Hehehe~ Brofisted. Bro fisted."

Without hearing anymore of his complaint, I left the room, and headed for the front door.

An hour later, I was back inside the mansion's dining room, clutching two large paper bags to my chest like I was smuggling contraband.

"Hwehe~ Hailie's gonna be so surprised," I told myself as I nodded at the staffs who were waiting.

The maids had already arranged plates and silver forks across the long, polished mahogany table.

I didn't even know why I was this excited; maybe I just wanted to treat them, maybe I wanted to feel useful for once.

When I got home after spending an almost-sleepless night with Tanya, I noticed there was a new bakery near my old apartment building, which had the softest, fluffiest, most jiggly castella cakes in existence.

Warm, golden-yellow, wobbling as they spanked it with their gloves like pudding clouds… and I wanted to share them with the Sonder sisters as if offering them slices of the poorer part of town.

I set the bags down and folded them neatly, then I just kinda sat there waiting, hands idle, staring at nothing. My head felt hollow in a strange way, as if the death, the rollback, the guilt, and everything that happened had drained something out of me and left only a faint echo.

Tanya had done something to the mind of mine, I didn't feel sad or relieved or proud. Just a bit of joy, cheerfulness and emptiness… but at least today I could fill that emptiness with cake, leaving myself with only positive vibes.

Then I heard it… I heard the soft rhythm of wheels rolling across marble floor. I perked up , and Hailie was being pushed inside by Eirlys, her arms open in a small, excited wave, her cheeks flushed from the evening air.

"Coryyy!" Hailie chimed, and Eirlys gave her little sister a gentle pat on the shoulder as she parked her near the table next to me.

We exchanged a hug with me kneeling down to be lower than her, only after then Hailie'd noticed and blinked confusingly at the spread in front of us.

"Ooh… what's all this? Is it an anniversary? Did you open a shop, Cory?"

"No, I just bought it, it's called castella~ Castle-la, like a female castle, just pronounced different, ya!" I said, trying not to sound weirdly proud, but ended up sounding autistic. "From that bakery across town near the police department. I don't know if you've been around there before, but it's the one with the… uh… yellow awning and depressing jazz music? I thought we could all have something sweet."

"Oh, that's wonderful, Cory! But um- My art history test's in a few minutes…" Hailie murmured, tilting her head up at her sister.

"I already spoke with your tutor," Eirlys said calmly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind Hailie's ear. "You can take the test tomorrow, dear, there's some more time to review the material. I've put on a movie we all could watch in the home-theatre."

"Yay!!"

Hailie beamed so brightly it could replace solar energy.

I opened the boxes and the warm scent immediately floated out… Something that almost, barely, almost resembled fart, with all the sulfur and air… But it was overshadowed by sweet eggs, caramelized sugar, a hint of vanilla.

The cakes were perfect smooth and bouncy on top, jiggly enough that a light tap made them wobble. The maids had prepared delicate porcelain plates with a tiny blue crest on them, and I started cutting generous slices, trying not to mess up the straight edges, I put in effort and precision enough for Eirlys to compare me to a fancy pâtissier.

Hailie took her piece eagerly, almost clapping, and I handed myself one too. But as I sat down, I realized Eirlys wasn't touching hers. She just watched us with her chin resting lightly on her knuckles, eyes soft, expression warm with a little smile.

"Aren't you going to try it?" I asked.

"Oh I will." Eirlys nodded slightly. "I just… like seeing the two of you enjoy yourselves. Sometimes I feel like I have two little sisters instead of one."

That was… A weird thing to say.

Especially when you know full well I groped your little sister's boobs when we first met, and you just spanked me yesterday.

Do you also spank Hailie, Eirlys? Like, platonically and not incestually? Where can I watch?

But before I could overthink it, mischief bubbled up inside me as I created a very creepy smile on my lips. I scooped up a small piece of castella with my spoon, held it up, then leaned toward her across the table.

"Say ahh~"

Eirlys' eyes widened for half a second, then she let out a soft laugh, relaxing her shoulder.

"If you insist," she said, leaning forward. Her lips closed delicately around the bite.

The way her eyes met mine.

The way her smooth, long, white hair moved forward and drooped down when she leaned her upper body towards me. The way her lips covered my spoon and pulled out.

It felt like… God, it felt like… A blowjob, and I don't even have a penis! But I sure know what it felt like now.

It was also an indirect kiss, which made me kicked my foot under the table in joy, yes, good girl, savor my saliva… One of these days I'll take your direct lips.

I managed not to visibly melt in my chair as Eirlys dabbed her lips with a napkin, looking amused.

"It's lovely," she said,

Her word choice also made me giggled.

But then Hailie, sweet angelic executioner of my sanity, lifted her own spoon toward me.

"Me too! Cory, say ahhhh~"

I leaned close, smiling because refusing her was impossible, and let her feed me a bite.

Warm, sweet, fluffy, just like her cheeks when the last time I pulled 'em.

I remember the words that I told Tanya last night.

"I think my Dao… Would ask me to live."

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