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Attention, Player!

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 14:37

Your patroness, named Liarath si Merrinal, Lady of Gifts and Giver of Givts, faithful servant of Innelas Innelai is ready to help you preserve your life and soul in this battle!

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 14:37

Assistance will be provided under the following conditions:

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 14:38

1. You will be completely healed from all fatal injuries and cleansed of demonic influence and filth, including activators and suggestions left in your body.

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 14:39

2. A meta-influence will be applied to the universe by the name and will of your Patroness, which will distort reality in a way that is beneficial to you according to the specification [EXPAND].

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 14:39

3. In gratitude for the intervention of Liarath si Merrinal, Mistress of Gifts and Giver of Givts, loyal servant of Innelas Innelai, the player undertakes to complete the following twenty-one tasks from the Patroness, and in case of refusal to complete them, the player will be subject to penalties [EXPAND].

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 14:40

4. Also, the will of the Patroness will save Iurlad Laghan Akal from death. She will be included in the player's group with special rights (without taking up a group slot) and be bound by the following contract, secured by the will of the Patroness [EXPAND].

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 14:42

5. Most of the reward for a completed Accomplishment will be absorbed into the account of assistance from the owner of system resources, although the Accomplishment itself will be considered completed.

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 14:43

Accept the conditions for help from the Patroness?

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 14:39

Stepan: Yes/No [NOT SELECTED]

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 14:44

Iurlad Lahgan Akal: Yes/No [SELECTED: YES-YES-YES-YES-OF COURSE-YES-I AGREE-YES-YES-YES-YES-YEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!]

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:13

The shaman looked into the eyes of the demoness, who looked at him as if she had forgotten all their disagreements at once, and in general, she was a naturally uncomprehending sweetheart. To be honest, this behavior did not work to her advantage, but only threw the desire to abandon the deal and so complete their mutual destruction. To be frank, though, that desire had originally been microscopic, literally in nanometers measurable, and after magnification had become just microscopic in two nanometers measurable. He wanted to live and did not want to die, and therefore, he would refuse to be saved only on the condition that salvation would be something worse than death. He, as a shaman and simply an erudite, gifted person, knows very well that such options are quite possible.

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:15

The young man, however, is in no hurry to agree, opening the system help and starting to read the specifics of this proposal, at the same time chasing away the thought that now he had been sent a message by Automilf personally, and not by a script left by her. No, no, no, no, it was a script, a pre-installed setting in the system, and Her Milfeness herself was still unaware of the fact that here, in addition to the original Stepan, another smaller Stepan was having fun with her gifts. That's exactly what he will think, because fuck it, just fuck it!

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:24

When he regained his concentration, the shaman began to sort out the specifications, starting with the conditions of meta-influence, which should help him somehow. He immediately realized that this was the gift he wanted; he wanted it very much, he needed it right up to the nosebleed! The influence of the Autogoddess will have to smooth out all the traces left by the shaman and the demoness so that they would be harder to find, and it would be impossible to establish the identity of the unknown shaman. Blood drops dropped during the battle, and aura imprints, even those initially distorted by Patchwork Echoes or simply taken from the failed sham dolls, their remains and debris, which would still be left lying on the ground simply out of statistical error. Witnesses, who could see the face or not a hidden shaman aura, sent by the demoness informants, who should have already thrown their information bomb. All of this most logical and unsuspecting way, disappeared..

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:26

Traces will be lost, missed, and never found. Not from mental influence. It's just the way circumstances will play out. There, a scrap of active demonic sorcery will fall on a bloody drop, burning everything to a complete disappearance from the picture of the world. There, a piece of a clay figurine and a scrap of a rag doll would be destroyed by one of the smaller demons when it struck at the small entity attacking it, but missed slightly. There, another miss would incinerate almost an entire dummy of what pretended to be a shaman, carrying his aura and a full spiritual cast. A couple of demoness-trained messengers would simply not make it, get lost, or be stopped by the guards, ordered not to hang around the city, but to hide. Sylvia, as recognized by several individuals who saw her battle with the blood demon, will be able to bring out the illusion three seconds earlier, and due to this, she will be mistaken not for a clearly known vampire, but for an obscure swordsman of unknown gender with a very cool blade. She hardly ever used blood, only swordsmanship and non-blood-related species abilities, so you wouldn't know she was a bloodsucker from the outside. Even damn Gelda will be successfully lost between groups of inspectors, and the priests will think that this group has already checked her and therefore do not need to check, and the others will be sure that she was checked by the first.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.25 в 06:24

The distortion is massive and area-based, literally partially rewriting reality in hindsight, as it should be for powerful tokens, fucking the laws of the world and magic in a particularly perverse form. A distortion that guarantees that there are no direct or sure indirect traces of his auric characteristics left, no clues, by which it will be possible to calculate and find him or his submissive dolls. Or, for example, Iurlad Lahgan Akal, who turned out to have a three-compound name.... and it wasn't like there was an unimaginable amount to the fourth. She will also hide. She won't be caught by inquisitors or priests, most likely she will be considered killed and destroyed by him, though it's not a fact. The locals are quite good at paranoia about demons and won't be sure until they see the death of the supreme creature and scan the process of death in multiple spectra. And she'll also have access to the system, which in itself is a bid for the Big Fuck and a reason not to accept the deal with the Autogoddess and die honestly. Just the case when life may well be worse than death.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.25 в 06:31

The essence of the contract with the demoness was what kept him from deciding to commit suicide in a paroxysm of pathos. He knew what demons were, but he roughly understood how all their cunning and power were nothing compared to the system's capacity. If the reference says that the contract is not in the letter, but in the spirit of the contract will be enforced by the system, then he had to admit that it will be. Because if this demoness could at least something, even a little, even a little bit, even a little bit to oppose the system and other meta-influences, she could quite easily all this world to shatter one too sharp swish of the tail, and together with the entire planetary and stellar system, as well as a nearby piece of the galaxy.

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:28

So, the demoness cannot harm him by any form of action, be it moral, physical, mental, or whatever, and she agrees to follow absolutely any of his orders, as long as they don't lead to her assured death in a deliberate manner. That is, he can order her to save his hide from certain death, even at the cost of death, and the contract will force her to do so, but only if death is the only way for her to get the shaman out of a complete asshole. He can't just order her to jump into a volcano or, say, go after the head of the Supreme Lictor of the Most Holy Theocracy of the Sun-Face. An unambiguously suicidal order, especially if the shaman knows for a fact that the order is suicidal, will not oblige her in any way. And no, ways to make yourself believe in the correctness and normality of the order will not help, there is a direct scan of reality, self-hypnosis will be useless a little more than completely.

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:30

At the same time, she also could not corrupt Stepan, could not push him into decisions that he would consider immoral or contrary to who and what he was. And here, too, the same markers were at work. None of the demons' favorite manner of loosening and expanding the boundaries of what was allowed by the contract, so that the contractor, after years of processing, would voluntarily and with a song fuck himself to death with a spiked dildo on the altar of the guts of his relatives and children, purely in search of new sensations. A very reliable structure, according to the reference, even through the prism of all his knowledge of the system, but the Autodivine Omnipotent could not be without tricks, right? Stepan would have been the first to sound the alarm if he hadn't seen or found a trick!

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:31

The demoness could not seduce and enslave him completely, but she could seduce him for a certain amount of time. There are very clearly and multifaceted prescribed obligations and prohibitions with examples, clearly scripts made of Her Milfness, well, or she created it manually right now. How to know? No, no, no, no, no! It's scripts, clearly scripts. However, about seduction, which the demoness could quite freely apply to him at any moment of their communication. Inclined to sex, classic and not so classic, is possible, but to take advantage of it is not. Convince him that he wanted to mockingly prove to her that he remembered the taste of her pussy and she had failed to erase his memory of this detail, after which he would prove his case for a couple of hours straight, to the pain in his jaw and erased tongue. She can. To make him agree to eliminate some enemy of the demoness for the right to cum on her panties. She can not. To make very obedient and drive into childhood, forcing him to think of himself as a little boy, and then let him suck on the tit of the same Gelda. She can. Convincing a small and stupid to give the creature permission to take a couple of souls it liked against the past orders not to collect souls, promising to give a reward to suck on the second tit of the mother. She can not.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 16:10

To bend him to a whole list of fetishes, very extensive and mostly not causing any positive emotions, albeit without outright abominations, to make these fetishes very strong in his mind, she can. To inculcate some generally prohibitive abomination, like coprophagia or love to blow a few weeks as a dead animal, remembering one man cursed in this way, making him perceive what is happening as a norm, she can not. Dressing up in women's clothes, convincing a young man that he's not a young man, but a young woman, and his dick is actually such a big clit, and then giving him to a couple of tall, fit and, witch is importantly, beautiful female mercenary warriors for all sorts of vulgarity, she can. Giving it not to female mercenary warriors, but to males, so they taught a girl, she can't. To make him dumb down to the state of a doorknob, and afterward to be erotically abused in every way possible, she can. To do all the same, but before important negotiations or with the possibility of getting in an unpleasant public position because of it, being exposed to ridicule, she can not. Make him an idiot in front of the already-treated maids or the same vampires, make him sincerely believe that he wants to do all their bidding, let them play the role of dominant domina - you can. It is impossible to make such compulsion permanent and unremovable, leaving traces in the shaman's mind for a long time.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 16:21

Against this background, the need to complete Her Milfness's assignments, with the threat of a fine in case of failure or refusal, seemed a mere trifle. What about the automatic activation of “Deal” or some perverted Token? Never mind, there was a snake in the neighborhood! A competent, experienced snake, who can't be killed, or rather, you can try, but then the contract will be broken the moment Stepan decides to kill her, not at a convenient moment, when he has already prepared the trap and the battlefield! The young man hovered in absolute agelessness, ignoring the demoness' gaze and thinking intensely. Not about whether to accept such conditions, it was clear that he would have to accept them if he didn't want to see what was next, behind the “GAME OVER” or “YOU DIED” screen, but about ways to minimize the risks and unpleasant consequences.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 16:32

Yes. The Autogoddess' condition puts him in a very delicate position. If a creature of that caliber sets out to braid him with compulsions and fuck with his pride, she'll do it, even if the young man is aware of her goals and ready to attack. It's a fucking root specialty of hers and she already knows quite a bit of his defense methods! And he's also not allowed to kill her, only interfere with her attacks or indicate his understanding of the method of that attack. Then she will be forced to stop working and retreat, leaving him alone for a while. But it would be necessary to be very specific: you are now affecting me from three vectors, the maid you've treated has added a fifth of a seven-component potion to my breakfast, you've put a wandering bookmark in Jaspera to be activated at nightfall, and you're trying to hide the web of hypnotic induction in an argument about what color dress suits you better, and you've hypnotized him into getting involved in that argument. In such conditions, he will “lose” time after time, which will undoubtedly be physically pleasing, but morally humiliating.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 16:38

Unless the rules of the game were changed, Stepan still had a loophole. Whether accidental, or intentional, or simply the scripts of the Mighty Milf Milf simply did not envisage the possibility that the other Stepan would do exactly that. The latter seemed most likely to him, because he couldn't imagine that his namesake would even want to refuse such a ‘gift’, the damned pervert. He stares at the demoness with an unreadable stare for a few more minutes, playing on her nerves as they both hover outside of time, waiting for his decision. He's not uncomfortable, he doesn't feel like breathing, the lack of a heartbeat doesn't bother him either, or anything. Everything would be just fine if it weren't so awful. Only when it was finally clear that he could not think of anything more cunning, the shaman turned to his system and pressed the image-button to agree to the proposed conditions. At the same moment, the timeless dungeon released its grip, and a pleasant, refreshing chill spread over his body.

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:36

Some of his missed bookmarks, mostly increasing impulsiveness, reducing concentration, encouraging laziness or doing stupid things, slowly numbing to think seriously, and turning into a lazy sybarite, neatly lit up and disappeared. Followed by vaporized remnants of the undercleaned filth that settled in the farthest corners of the aura. For such demons do not like that their gifts leave traces like heavy metal poisoning. His aura, which had been depleted and nearly seriously injured, had also recovered, not completely healing him or returning him to his fighting ability, but reducing the effects of his fight with the demonic threat. Instead of a couple months of rehabilitation with healers or expensive alchemy, he could now do with a couple days of quiet rest, no significant invocations of the gift, and a few not too serious potions.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 16:44

His body was completely healed, and he teleported back a meter, removing it from the creature's limb and removing it from his. She was also completely healed, and he could have sworn that she had been replenished with souls, simply returning what she had lost in the past 24 hours. Seemingly using the analog of influence, he could renew his contracts with the spirits through the token. No one would renew them for him as a gift, but he didn't really want to; there were still plenty of charges in the token, and the occasion for its use was more than justified. The burns and the swollen body of the “little sister” were gone too, and she was almost the same as the day they had first met, only now she looked a little older, and her breasts were obviously bigger, a solid three, and her hips more lush. It was as if an almost teenager, who had just become attractive in a feminine way, had been turned into a twenty-year-old and already formed beauty. Now she looked even older than he was, not a juvenile succubus from a Japanese LN or eroge.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 17:03

"So, little bro, shall we work?" She asked immediately, cheerfully, cheerfully, and with great skill, making her facial expressions, voice, body posture, and her very presence neither repulsive nor irritating, despite the outright mockery. "It may not have turned out the way I originally wanted it to, but it wasn't bad either, was it?"

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 17:04

He looks at her with what he wants to believe is an unreadable stare, genuinely regretting that he can't put on his mask. The artifact from the unstable portal is obviously somewhat damaged. Now, it is either to be repaired, or spend a token charge to repair the artifact, or to wait for it to regenerate itself. But there was no way to confuse or intimidate this creature, especially given her nature. She wouldn't be a supreme demon, a bearer of a three-compound name, if she couldn't read its emotions and intentions now, despite all its defenses and being in a timeless state. Just on the bare experience of cold reading, superficial empathy, and aura scanning. Even their current state allows such trifles

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 18:30

"First order to you: stop calling yourself my sister and me your brother." Not even without hatred or malice, just tired irritation, he says, but he can hardly break the armor of her confidence. "You and I are in no way related, and thank all the gods, including Her Milfness, that it stays that way."

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 17:08

The world around is frozen, not even air molecules move, but they somehow breathe, move through this frozen air, and generally interact with reality, but it is not clear how. He doesn't want to find out either, as it's not far to the nuthouse if you try to analyze the system's tricks, breaking reality with the knowledge he has. He poked his finger at one of the blades of grass that had been raised into the air by their fight and was floating in a cloud of earth dust, stone chips, and other crap, and then he looked back at the demoness. She was poking at a frozen gnat with the tip of her tail, clearly trying to use her powers of cognition, but her active magic still didn't work, or worked in a way that malfunctioned. The two left no trace, not physical, not aural, not spiritual, not even informational. No grass crumpled beneath their feet, no magical emanations lingered, no trace of their breath, the world itself had no memory of their presence. Those who would later investigate the place of their “last battle” would wonder for a long time where the two individuals who had clashed to the death had gone.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 18:19

"All right, Stepan." She answered after a pause, which was carefully chosen. "Well, or should I call you Pann? In any case, you already know my name, and if you say it in full, I will hear it even from the other side of the world. But, in public, you'd better call me Lala, or whatever you like. You know about the delicate relationship of my kind with the Names. Any other orders?"

Camrad_RIP 27.04.25 в 06:36

Stepan, however, frowned perplexedly and unhappily. His attempt to get into the status of a demoness through the System was blocked due to the rights of special conditions of her inclusion in the group. Yes, she did not occupy a slot, but she could block his interest if she wanted to. He also could not remove her from the group without releasing her from the contract, but this release would allow her to leave at any time; there are no restrictions. Judging by her sly look, the desire to hide information about herself, she definitely had, it is generally quite in the spirit of demons, for which knowledge was the second main value, after the souls, and the third, after their eternal existence.

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:46

"You wouldn't want to reveal your status voluntarily, would you?" The shaman already knew he couldn't order her to do just that from the reference. "And the word 'please' won't get you to do it?"

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:47

"In my society, dear Pann, the word 'thank you' is often used as a swear word for each other. Everything has to be paid for, everything has a price, you have to give something for everything if you can't take it all. The very hint that you took something from someone like you for free, paying only with gratitude, is an insult and humiliation of the weak by the stronger, the stupid by the smart, the unlucky by the lucky." His thoughts were confirmed to her at the same moment, under a sly and cheerful smile, incredibly natural and not seeming contrived. "But I'm willing to change my mind if you, say, promise to use on me those of the Tablet's gifts that can be used to enhance someone else. If you get some in the future that haven't touched me yet."

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:43

Such a not-at-all-subtle hint as to how she had received the gifts and the condition of the giver was not a well-disguised mockery, as was her offer itself. Not even, not so, not a taunt, not to her alone, but also an offer to bargain. How much and what he was willing to concede, and what else he would be able to take from her. Shaman did not want to play this game and was not going to, because he clearly realized the simple truth - he would lose just by the fact of the game. To be honest, he was more affected by the brief remark describing how the local demons think and what is fraught with communication with them. For the future, you can remember that the word “thank you” can be a good tease for them, yes.

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:45

"Not interested." He brushes it off immediately, which annoys the demoness much more, and does not look for a way to other conditions, does not look for conditions at all. "I didn't cooperate with you before, and won't now."

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:39

"Well, well, well, don't be so quick, Pann, it's not necessary to cut the bridge of our relationship so categorically." He was increasingly annoyed and, admittedly, frightened by the way the creature was adapting to him, picking up the clues that would bring out his emotions more easily. "I'm open to suggestions. I have an extremely flexible payment policy. I'm deliberately repeating myself, darling. Let's say I can add not only access to my port of the Tablet, but also a pledge not to try to exploit the loophole I've left in your heart. Yes, yes, you'll say I can't do anything dangerous, not even what you would consider truly despicable, I wouldn't dare. But I know, I know exactly how to make you unpleasant and humiliate you, from how much that humiliation will please you."

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 18:16

He stares into her eyes without fear, clearly sensing that it is in this conversation, in this moment, when their entire “partnership” hangs not on a thread or even a spider's web, but on some nanofiber, that the creature will not dare to attack his mind. He stares for a long time, at least a dozen subjective seconds, while he honestly considers her offer and finds it unacceptable. She twisted his arms, the Autogoddess fixed those arms in the twisted position, albeit saving him from an unpleasant death, and therefore, he does not want, even if it is unwise, to have anything to do with her. Enough is enough, he will lose in this game beforehand if he agrees to play. Again and again, he has to remind himself of this truth. Reminding himself that his opponent is perfectly capable of getting out of even the most reliable vows and promises, and this particular vow will no longer be bound by the system, no one will stop her from deceiving him as her heart desires.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.25 в 06:35

"Tempting, cunning, devious - just like you used to do." Honestly, he admits her skill, admits that she's made him doubt with just a few phrases. "But this is not what I'm going to do. I order you to get the hell out of Dantmark and the county, and don't come back here again until I tell you otherwise."

Camrad_RIP 27.04.25 в 06:33

"Oh, you're so cunning, sweet Pann." She smiles at him in a playfully befuddled and sly way, but he feels that. He is not a fool, he can consider himself a master of brain-twisting for a reason. He feels that she is irritated and disappointed. "But you forget that you and I are connected, that I have to be near you, and therefore I can't dare to be too far away. In case you need my help, and I can't even hear your call. And no, I will indeed hear you if you call me by my Name, but no more, we are not so connected, there is no contract between us that I can understand you. To know the reason for your call and what I can do to support you."

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 18:06

The shaman smiled even more unpleasantly and even more contentedly, at the same time dismissing the thought that he could have agreed with her on a kind of Morse code, only instead of dots and dashes, the length of the pauses between the invocations of her full Name. It would be a working tool, but the shaman clearly knew that even this idea she would turn against him, even if he could not yet imagine how, although he had a hunch, she would still turn it against him. Stepan continued to speak quietly and calmly, amazed at how well he was able to argue his position with indifference and precision. It seemed to be the effect of clearing his mind of the impulsiveness and intemperance that had been undermining him for quite a long time.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 17:39

"Gelda is still in the city. She's your enslaved and obviously full-fledged puppet, through whom you can hear, speak, and act." He parried calmly, feeling the creature's carefully concealed irritation growing more and more intense, and it made him feel quite good. "She should have been protected by the meta-effect too; she'd go under the search radar, and no one would suspect her, at least not until she gave new grounds for suspicion. If I need anything, I'll just go to a familiar market stall. If you find out something important, important enough to outweigh my orders, you know who to go to to find me, too."

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 17:32

He caught not only irritation, but a strange mixture of satisfied regret and vague, dirty, and unnaturally languor-inducing thought images of the demoness. She regretted the fact that the reward she had received from the Greatest had strengthened Gelda too, not just her. Something about that enhancement confused her plans, prevented her from objecting directly and honestly, forcing her to play with words. He couldn't vouch for the fidelity of his images, couldn't be sure she wasn't feeding them to him deliberately. But he believed, based on his qualifications, that he was now seeing her real feelings, so he played on them as well as he could.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.25 в 17:30

"It's hard, you know, to bond or even swap souls with my sweet mommy, especially if I'm going to be so far away from the city. Even for me, it was difficult to channel like that, especially through protected walls, walls prayed upon." She makes a pleading face, the kind that gets through even without magic and through all his skeptical self-control. "Maybe if I'm allowed to stay in the suburbs?"

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:04

"No." He briefly cut off her whining and then explained, following his intuitive instinct. "There's a reason you say 'was,' right? Her Milfness gave you a gift from the bottom of her heart, and now the problem of connection with the puppet is not so acute?"

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:08

He hits the bull's-eye, and her reaction, her lack of it, and the contrived ease of communication, the cynical and malicious essence revealed from beneath the mocking girl-pripevochka. That says he's right better than any words. For a few seconds, they again exchange glances, again they are silent, but she does not stand the first, the first to retreat and avert her eyes, and deliberately, giving him a sense of victory, so that he does not think to dig further. The demons were very good at gambits, forks, and other multi-purpose games.

Camrad_RIP 24.04.25 в 17:10

"Well, well done, Pann, although it was not particularly hard to guess." The demoness said, not playfully, but as if complaining to a coworker, sitting down on the grass that didn't sway under her weight, which, even when frozen in time, didn't hurt or cut her body. - It was on the surface, true, but I was hoping you'd take longer to find your way. You can think fast when the wolf bites you in the ass. And you'd be careful what you say to the Greatest Protector, honestly. I'm not a God-fearing woman, and I'm not afraid of such expressions until their messengers and priests surround me with no chance of escape. I have asked you in great detail, you are her Chosen One, a guide of her will, even if not quite planned. She can hear you."

Camrad_RIP 27.04.25 в 05:28

"And you were counting on this option yourself." The young man smiled kindly, exhaling relaxedly and realizing why the fuck he was being pushed into this option, ignoring the Autogoddess comment, trying not to flinch at the creature's thought. "So that I, in panic unwillingness to become a slave of your puppet's tits again, literally drooling at the concept-image of a lush-breasted peasant girl, would send you away. To free river currents, as one of my late smuggler friends would say. With the System and the opportunity to level freely, getting stronger every day. Before I know it, you'll be as strong as your Mistress. Her MILF Majesty covered you from the attentions of your previous employer, too, didn't she? Yeah, I can see that."

Camrad_RIP 27.04.25 в 05:30

She sharply increases her defenses, seemingly not expecting him to be able to read her at all, albeit superficially, albeit indistinctly, albeit at the risk of getting a migraine and ejaculating involuntarily from contact with her images, but still, he could. Now she looked like a demon again, and again, again, and again she seemed to him a venomous beast ready to rush, not a snake, but rather a scolopendra; there was something about her that was so inhuman that she didn't even look like a beast. And the Earthman, as if he didn't see anything, continued to speak, dropping heavy words like stones right on the spine of the almost snarling creature.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.25 в 05:34

"That's not the kind of gift I'm giving you, darling." You can create a new star in the sky with the sarcasm in the last word, not to mention your attitude. "I order you not to create new puppets for yourself unless absolutely necessary. I order you to be as careful as possible to influence the minds of those who will cover you or mask your presence. I forbid you to make full-fledged contracts and seduce souls you like. I forbid the harvesting of souls of any kind. Unless my personal authorization is obtained to contradict previous orders."

Camrad_RIP 27.04.25 в 05:35