Chapter 3: The Art of the Spank
Elara’s fist hurtled toward his face with enough kinetic energy to turn his nose into a fine paste while Leon desperately drew upon his newly awakened mana core.
The +10 Strength reward was a godsend that flooded his scrawny limbs with a dense heaviness as he raised his hand to intercept the furious woman’s strike. Their hands collided with a resounding clap that sent a painful shockwave rattling all the way up to his shoulder joint but he managed to hold his ground without taking a single step back.
The tyrannical head cook stared at him with wide amber eyes because the pathetic floor sweeper she had been bullying for days had just stopped her physically enhanced punch dead in its tracks.
Leon didn’t give her brain any time to process this absolute reality check since the system’s horrific penalty of permanent shrinkage was currently ticking down in his mind like a doomsday clock.
He tightened his grip on her small fist and yanked her forward with his enhanced strength to completely shatter her center of gravity.
Elara let out a highly undignified yelp as she stumbled directly into his chest and squished her massive assets against his flour-covered tunic.
Leon instantly wrapped his free arm around her remarkably slim waist to lock her tightly in place while his heart hammered an absurd rhythm against his ribcage. Her skin was burning hot through the fabric of her uniform and she smelled like an intoxicating mix of sweet vanilla and dangerous feminine aggression.
"Unhand me this instant you filthy little..." she started to threaten him but her voice trailed off as she realized exactly what position they were in.
Leon ignored her completely and focused purely on saving his family jewels by raising his dominant hand high into the air.
He brought his palm down hard against the softest and most prominent part of her backside in a desperate bid to complete the pink screen’s ridiculous demands.
SMACK!
The sound echoed across the massive kitchen like a thunderclap and caused every single maid in the room to drop whatever they were still holding and have not already dropped in absolute shock.
The impact sent a delightful jiggle traveling all the way up Elara’s spine while Leon felt a surprisingly satisfying sting spread across his palm.
It was the firmest yet most yielding thing he had ever touched in his two lifetimes and his newly acquired Basic Caress skill immediately activated on its own accord.
His fingers instinctively lingered on her skirt to deliver a subtle kneading motion that sent a highly concentrated wave of pleasure directly into her nervous system.
Elara let out a stifled gasp that sounded suspiciously like a moan as her knees completely gave out beneath her. She ended up slumped against his chest with a face so red it looked like a ripe tomato while her furious amber eyes watered with a confusing mix of anger and overwhelming embarrassment.
[Quest Completed Successfully!]
[Your manhood remains gloriously intact and heavily protected.]
[Distributing Rewards: Skill ’Aura Resistance (Minor)’ Acquired, +5 Agility.]
A cool sensation washed over Leon’s brain just as a sudden wave of lightness traveled down his legs.
The minor aura resistance settled over his skin like an invisible barrier and made the oppressive atmosphere of the room feel significantly less suffocating. He realized he was still holding the undisputed queen of the kitchen in a highly compromising embrace while fifteen other servants stared at them with their jaws basically glued to the stone floor.
"Are you done touching my head cook or do I need to sever your hands from your wrists?" a voice colder than the arctic circle suddenly demanded from the entrance of the kitchen.
Leon felt his blood run entirely cold as he slowly turned his head toward the heavy oak doors.
Standing there with a silver clipboard in one hand and a terrifyingly sharp gaze was Beatrice the Head Maid of House Sterling.
She was a woman in her late twenties who wore a pristine black uniform that hugged her tall and elegant figure perfectly while her icy blue eyes glared at him from behind wire-rimmed glasses.
Unlike Elara who relied on physical enhancement Beatrice was a genuine Aura Knight who commanded respect and fear from absolutely everyone below the noble family.
The air around her practically crackled with a chilling pressure that would have normally forced Leon to his knees if not for his newly acquired resistance skill.
Elara immediately snapped out of her dazed state and violently pushed herself away from Leon before trying to furiously smooth out her wrinkled apron.
She refused to look at Beatrice because her face was still flushed with a shameful crimson hue that totally betrayed the scandalous punishment she had just received.
"It is not what it looks like Lady Beatrice," Elara stammered out while aggressively pointing a trembling finger at Leon. "This pathetic excuse for a servant ruined a crate of Elven flour and then he dared to assault me when I rightfully disciplined him!"
Beatrice slowly adjusted her glasses as she stepped into the kitchen and allowed her terrifying gaze to lock entirely onto Leon.
Every single step she took sounded like a death knell echoing on the cobblestone floor while the kitchen staff instinctively backed away to give her a wide berth.
Leon swallowed hard because he knew he was completely out of his depth against a woman who could probably freeze his internal organs with a single thought. He needed to think of a brilliant excuse right this second before she decided to turn him into an ice sculpture for the courtyard.
[DING!]
The crystal bell sound chimed in his skull again as the neon-pink screen materialized right between him and the approaching ice queen.
[New Quest Issued: Breaking the Ice]
[Context: A cold and arrogant woman is looking down on you as if you are trash and that simply will not stand for a man of your newly found talents. Thaw her icy exterior with absolute shamelessness.]
[Objective: Compliment Head Maid Beatrice on the tight fit of her skirt and ask her if she needs help taking it off.]
Leon stared at the glowing pink text while his soul practically tried to leave his body.
[Reward: +15 Charisma, Skill: ’Piercing Gaze’, System Shop Unlocked.]
[Failure Penalty: The Host will violently and uncontrollably soil his pants in front of the entire kitchen staff.]
The countdown timer began to tick down from thirty seconds while Leon seriously debated if letting a speeding truck hit him again was an available option.
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