Waifu Catalog Beta Testet: Free to Play Skyblock

Chapter 6: A Bit of Corruption



Snow White finished washing up in the little spring. She very much hoped that mister Gilbert would take her somewhere she could get another dress when his magic door opened. If not, perhaps she could clean her dress while he was away.

It would be unkind to ask Gil to hide in his tent more often than necessary. Being a gentleman clearly didn't come naturally to the strange man, so Snow White did not ask that he sequester himself more than necessary. She saw the way he looked at her, and truly appreciated that he restrained himself to a few overly familiar gestures. It wasn't likely that she was in much danger; he had been entirely alone with her for several days and had attempted no mischief.

Snow finished pulling her dress back on, then ran her fingers through her hair. She very much hoped that it wouldn't tangle and mat. She grudgingly added a hair brush to her list of requests. She didn't wish to be a bother, but Gilbert seemed to be kind enough; he would likely be willing to pick one up if he happened to find one.

"Come on out, if you'd like." She called. "We'd better finish up the soup and clean the pot before it dries. We don't have anything to scrub with."

"Yep," he replied, exiting the tent, "about time for us to start eating the fruit, I suppose. It should last us until the next portal."

The pair finished off the last of the potatoes and carrots, by this point reduced to an orange paste. They passed the large wooden spoon back and forth, each taking a bite in turn. It filled their bellies, if only just.

"Each fruit can supposedly provide everything we need for a day." Gil said, "It's magic, so I don't think we should risk eating anything else on the same day. Scrape the pot, we aren't eating much else until tomorrow. Oh, and have a slice of this too. I'm worried it'll spoil if we don't eat it soon. I didn't like it much when I tried one."

Gil pulled a pink, heart shaped fruit out of the tool box. Snow White was sure it hadn't been there the last time he opened the box. The fruit was strangely translucent, glistening in the sourceless daylight. Gil cut off a strip of it for Snow before she could say no, and she certainly didn't want to waste it.

Snow saw what Gil meant; it was incredibly sweet, and the texture was odd. It practically melted as she ate it, coating the inside of her mouth with a sticky syrup. She took a few drinks of water with her hands, hoping to wash away the strong flavor.

"Snow, would you mind calling me master?" Gil asked abruptly. "It's what maids in my homeland call their employers, you see."

Snow considered Gil's words. They didn't seem unreasonable. He had invited her into his home, and she had already agreed to cook and clean for him in return for food and lodging. She'd worked as a maid all her life, so formally taking on the role didn't bother her in the slightest. Snow was fairly sure Gilbert was unmarried, so Master was the correct term regardless.

"Well alright Master Gilbert." She said sweetly, "I can call you that if you'd like."

Gil approached more closely. Snow tensed slightly, expecting another overly familiar overture. She was an unmarried young lady, whatever else may happen. She watched Master Gilbert like a hawk.

"Well, there are a few additional duties that maids have in certain lands that I'll expect you to perform." Gil said, smiling. "For example, helping their master to relax."

Oh good, he was staying professional. Snow supposed that if she was leaving the kingdom of her father, she should learn about other customs. She was fairly good at entertaining; she had an excellent singing voice, and would be happy to learn any songs he would like her to perform.

"If you wouldn't mind, we could start by having you kneel down, take my penis out of my pants, and kiss it."

Snow's jaw dropped. It was such a brazen request. She'd never even seen a man's genitalia and he was asking her to put her mouth on his? Then again, was it so outrageous? The casual way he asked implied this was normal. Would she be a bad maid if she refused? She didn't want that, not when he'd been so kind to her so far.

Snow bit her rosy red lip, and did as he requested. She had always been an accommodating girl, and she just couldn't think of any good reason to refuse. She gathered up her skirts, knelt before Gilbert, and pulled down his pants with shaking hands. His fleshy, mushroom-like extremity bounced out to greet her. It was strangely pretty, so she gave it an affectionate peck on the head and smiled.

"Now then, beg to suck on it." Gil said, gentle yet firm. "I want to really believe you want it."

Sucking on it didn't really appeal to Snow, but she supposed that if he wanted her to beg then she might as well. They were only words after all. She could just say no and remind him it was all playacting if he tried to push for more.

"Oh please, Master Gilbert." She said sweetly, batting her eyelashes, "may I please suck upon this? It seems like it would be wonderfully fun. Please, there isn't anything I'd like more."

She found herself getting into it. He seemed to enjoy her pleading, so she injected a needy little whine into her next words.

"It'll taste so good, I'm sure of it." She said, staring at the cock with feigned wonder.

"Yes, suck it." He ordered her, "and keep up the enthusiasm. I like when my women want it as much as I do."

Ah, well. She might as well try it. Everything else he'd suggested had turned out to be a lot of fun, and it's not as if he were asking for her to give up her maidenhood. Her mouth couldn't make children, she was fairly certain.

Snow wrapped her red lips around Gil's cockhead; it fit without too much trouble, as long as she fully opened her jaw. As she licked the bottom, she felt a surge of pride from his murmur of satisfaction. He didn't taste like anything much, so there was no great hardship, but he seemed so happy. She liked making him happy.

Snow was completely unfamiliar with penises and the pleasuring thereof, but she was attentive and took direction well. Snow's naturally ruby red lips formed a seal around the base of his penis as she sucked, all at his command. Her efforts were more than enough to get Gilbert excited; after all, he'd been looking forward to this all week.

"Disrobe," Gil ordered, taking off his shirt. "It's only fair, and I want to touch you."

Snow White was beet red as she pulled her dress off, not even thinking about denying Master Gilbert. He had been naked from the waist down for some time, and the Skyblock had a very pleasant temperature. There wasn't any real reason to refuse except her embarrassment, and even that heat seemed to settle in her loins. It was a pleasant throbbing sensation, seeming to whisper that she was doing something right.

Inch by inch, Snow revealed her marble white skin to Master Gilbert. She saw his eyes glued to her, and felt a quivering pleasure from his gaze. She even mischievously pretended that her dress had caught a snag. He leaned in, and was very appreciative when she finally fixed the "problem."

Compared to the excitement she felt upon being studied, being touched was like ambrosia. Her skin, perpetually covered as it was, was devastatingly sensitive. Another woman may have been overwhelmed by the sensation of Gil running his fingers across her body, pinching her pale nipples and exploring her pussy as he pleased.

Snow had an unfair advantage: the corruption fruit was doing everything it could to ensure that her first time was fantastic. While he was no master of the sexual arts, her stress defense was tweaked to ward off overstimulation. He hardly needed to tease Snow; nectar was already dribbling down her leg.

"Beg me to fill you with my cock." He whispered into her ear. "You know what I like."

"Please, please Master Gilbert." Snow whimpered, telling Gil what she thought he wanted to hear, "your fingers aren't enough. Touch me however you like, but please just fulfill my needs. I need to feel you inside of me."

Her breath caught in her throat when finally she felt his cock push deep into her, tearing her maidenhead. The pain was fleeting, washed away in a flood of euphoric pleasure. She moaned, and at his suggestion she moaned his name in particular along with a few other choice statements. They made him more excited, and when he was excited he worked harder to ravage her.

"Master Gilbert, please fuck your maid." She moaned, "my body exists for your pleasure alone. No other man shall ever touch me, nor any woman except at your command. My pleasure is incidental, a reward for my true purpose."

She didn't really believe most of what Gil had her say, save that no other man would touch her for so long as she remained his maid. She was a good and righteous girl. She was saving herself for marriage. Carnal pleasure for its own sake was wrong, but she didn't think she would be able to go back to an entirely sexless life.

She had a convenient loophole: so long as she was providing service, it wasn't wrong. Even the begging was for Gil's sake; if she happened to truly desire the things she begged for, that was just a happy accident. Her mouth, words, hands, vagina, and posterior could bring Gilbert pleasure and it was her duty as a maid to do so. It was so kind of him to always transition to the butt or pussy before he finished. He didn't need to, and it made things far more enjoyable for her.

"Thank you for using my body for your pleasure, Master Gilbert." She always said after he finished, before kneeling in front of him and cleaning off his cock with her mouth. It only made sense; they didn't have any spare washcloths. She cleaned out the stewpot in the nude, so that she would be available whenever he wanted her to be. Being naked for him was strangely liberating.

Perhaps the most surprising thing he taught her was how to kneel. When she was naked, and as a maid she was to get naked whenever he ordered her to, she was to sit next to him and await orders. If he wished to fondle her small breasts, that was his right. If he didn't care to acknowledge her presence, that was fine too. Kneeling in submission imparted a strangely meditative state, which helped time go by until he had another task for her. He seemed to like it, and it was surprisingly enjoyable, so why not make it her default stance?

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Gil stroked Snow's hair possessively the next day, which she accepted with silent good cheer. The princess sat next to him casually. Well, casually for Snow. Her posture was perfect, but she was comfortable.

"You'll need a proper dress, of course." He explained. "Good maids are generally in uniform. There are many variants, depending on the world. Some show more skin than others, and I'm sure we will find a few I'm happy with if we look hard enough."

"Of course, Master Gilbert. I'll wear whatever you like." Snow agreed, "I do hope I can have a few other dresses for when I'm not on duty?"

"Of course." Gil assured her. "Your uniform will be a priority, but variety is the spice of life. We've got quite a lot of work to do to get this place set up, so we won't be getting you many dresses until we have somewhere to keep them."

"That's quite alright." Snow said. "Just one more so I could alternate would be nice. I can't always be nude when my dress is dirty. You'll get the wrong idea."

Snow giggled lightly, favoring Gil with an affectionate smile. Gil was fairly happy with his new maid. The girl had spent her whole life up to this point swallowing abuse; compared to her mother, Gil was pampering her. He didn't have much of a home for her to care for yet, but Gil hoped that would change in time. He already had a shopping list forming.

To get:

Food (underlined multiple times)

Nonperishable food (canned, dried, jarred)

Firewood (or other source of heat)

Stove?

Weapons

Armor

Livestock? (Small, grass fed)

Bed?

Storage

Whetstone

Spare clothes

Scrap cloth

Combatants

Medicine (magic works)

Medical staff

Construction materials.

Books/dice/cards/board games

Items for self care (hair/tooth brushes)

Valuables?

Any time he thought of something else, he pulled out his pad and jotted it down. The skyblock didn't provide a ton of space for storage unless he started filling it with burrows, so Gil was desperately hoping for an inventory upgrade or skyblock expansion from the Company. Magical storage space would be acceptable too. You can't support a large harem if you only have one room to work with.

A light rain started up on the sixth day, informing Gil that there was in fact weather here. The extra storage and shelter went up a few notches. Light rain once a week was one thing, but a real storm could turn deadly. He desperately hoped that erosion wouldn't kill him. That would be embarrassing. Hilarious, though. He'd probably get a decent pay day if Company negligence got him killed.

The next few days passed uneventfully, in exactly the way you might expect. Live in sex maids have two uses, and he didn't have a house to clean. The fruit was inoffensively sweet and bland, at a midpoint between an apple and a block of styrofoam. Between sex marathons, attempts to preserve the remaining corruption fruit, and disappointing meals, Gil came clean about what his job was. Broadly.

"My people travel from world to world, getting involved in local problems and gathering up people to come with us." Gil explained. "You could call me a scout. I look around, find out if the place would be nice to visit, investigate people that my employers think might be interesting, and either eliminate the problematic ones or send them back with erased memories. My employers, the Company, pay me for doing this by giving me powerful magic that will help me with my work."

"But why?" She asked. "Just to visit?"

"I don't really know the details." Gil admitted, "My world was destroyed a while back, and I only survived because my king arranged for us all to leave safely in the Company's employ. I've been hopping from world to world ever since. I just try to gather companions and enjoy myself and that seems to keep the higher ups happy."

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Gil watched the timer run down until he could open another portal. He didn't consider going back to the Queen's Forest long. He'd already used his only binding for that world and his only mission was to capture a group of people, so he didn't see much profit incentive. A new world would, at minimum, allow him to stamp someone else. Hopefully while also getting enough food to support three people, if he didn't want to sell them.

According to his menu, the Queen's Forest was even time locked at the moment he left. There was no rush. When the timer ran down, Gil pressed a button and opened a new portal. The swirling blue pillar appeared before him, and he stopped to check his tablet before entering. He felt a bit silly about last time when he realized that the new mission appeared the moment he summoned the portal.

Lands Shrouded in Mist:

Mission 1: Survive till dawn without returning to the Skyblock.

Reward: 3 orbs of berserking mist, 2 credits

Bonus: ensure the survival of at least 80% of Rim Elm's population till morning.

Bonus Reward: Beastmaster Sphere Binding, 3 credits

"Well alrighty then." Gil muttered. "It's gonna be one of those."


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