Glitchy Dungeon Sim: What do you mean I need to have s*x to survive!?

The city seemed vast and expansive, stretching further on and higher, built against a mountaintop. She was stuck in the lower area.

Ilse had wandered it for half a day without direction, passing through several gloomy city districts. One thing she observed in the past few hours was that there definitely seemed to be something like a class-system at work, and she wasn't referring to the [class] system in any way.

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Some of the areas were sanctioned off from where the 'zeroes' were allowed to walk. Segregation for the zeroes? She had tried speaking with more guards, but they became seemingly hostile, the more she spoke to them, each seemingly more hostile than the last.

"Move along zero," or "Get lost zero," or even "fuck off beggar-whore?"

She didn't understand the dynamics at work. No one would explain it to her.

Here she was already becoming a drifter, wandering like a broken ghost trapped in a loop. 

Her feet dragged over cracked stone, moving along with the rag-wearing masses. She felt blisters developing. She'd kill for a pair of shoes if she could or even the cheap footwraps and sandals every other wanderer wore.

What irked her was that much of the population was women, for every male she spotted five to one. 

Her stomach had started churning, this time she felt both hungers, like phantom pain accompanying the physical one, doubling the pain. Her corruption had started ticking, every time she saw someone perform something lewd, it grew, drawing her in. 

It sat at [39%] constantly ticking, buzzing in her ears, a countdown, static but whispering. As it grew she took note of purplish and red veins that started spreading alongside her body.

She did her best to ignore it.

It didn't help that some of the passersby looked perfectly fuckable, just dirty and raggy. 

She stopped.

What the hell am I thinking? Just what is this world?

Was this her punishment, to suffer bitterly and wander like these others?

For how long?

How am I supposed to move forward if no one wants to help me?

Ilse attention snapped away from her thoughts as she noticed a group of ragged women run towards the corner of a building, standing in a line.

There was a faint tension developing something in that building drew their attention.

She listened to conversations that went around. Murmurs of free mana and cock sucking were not two things she wanted to put together but that's what she heard. 

So? People were getting mana, by sucking cocks? What the hell?

At Least that's what it sounded like to her. 

So I need mana? What happens if I lose it? 

Mana: Stable – 40% Capacity" (fluctuating)

No explanation screen popped out, no tutorial and she'd rather not find out, her corruption was already high, whatever it was.

She moved in the direction of the crowd. 

Sucking cocks, it didn't sound too bad. She was hungry, she'd even eat cum if she had to. Water was everywhere: fountains, canals, the river outside. But her stomach was empty, and the phantom pain, she wanted it away.

Among the crowd of women, a girl stood out. Her hood was kept down, she had golden hair, that was kept together in a single braid to the side at the back of her neck. She wasn't slouched forward, standing upright with great posture, confident almost defiant. 

Perhaps she was the one who'd help her.

Ilse reaches out to her, clutching with desperation, touching her on the shoulder. "Excuse me. You look like you know what's going on. I was hoping someone could help me explain to me what this all was."

The girl turned with a raised eyebrow, her striking green eyes were complimented by her golden hair. If circumstances were otherwise, Ilse would have called it love at first sight. She was cute.

The girl's expression twists becoming wild and furious. She slaps Ilse across her face, leaving her frightened and flabbergasted. The burning sting of the slap spread across her cheek. She started forming tears, but before she could react, the girl tackled her to the ground, driving the weight out of Ilse's lungs. 

"Don't talk to me! She snarled, her voice laced with vile venom. "You dirty corrupted bitch!" 

Ilse lay defenseless as the girl tore at her chest. Ripping out the chest area of the rag. The fabric slowly gave away, leaving Ilse's bare breasts exposed. She tried holding up her hands in defense but the green-eyed blonde slapped it away. 

She stopped suddenly, staring into Ilse's blue eyes. Something unreadable flashed across her face. Then she slapped Ilse again for good measure, stood upright, and bolted away. "Useless fucking noob!"

Ilse lay confused, traumatized, and in pain. 

[user sustained severe damage]

[corruption amplified by extreme pain]

[73.875%]

She coughed up blood.

It was too much now, she could barely stay awake. So much for surviving this world. Her head hurt, and her eyes were drifting. She didn't care, she just wanted the hunger to stop.

The last thing Ilse saw was a crowd standing over her, an obscured woman in rags approaching her fading body, but she wasn't barefoot or was wearing cheap sandals. She wore black boots. The crowd shifted away as she approached. 

Then there was darkness.