You know what his only regret was? Not being around when Moka's levels went up. And up. And up. It gave him chills thinking about it, the sexy, innocent vampire expanding her vernacular into a more lewd direction than usual.
Gin took the device out of his pocket and gave it a quick look over. Level 47, from level 2? And apparently it required no less than 500 Experience Points to reach the next level, what a shame. Oh well! At the very least he was fairly certain it worked now. He clipped it onto his own belt, and continued strolling through the empty corridor.
"What should I level up?" He asked aloud. "It must be something firm, something hard and explosive, something with great big tits for me to ej-"
Gin stopped talking and took the device off his belt. He'd just gained 10 Exp for "Lewd Language". Ah? Hold on now. So, Moka's levelling up of Lewd Language wasn't permanently attached to her, but rather to the device itself? "How disappointing," he sighed. "I had rather hoped Moka would indulge us with some more fantastic pornographic prose."
"It sounds as though you will have to find another use for your toy."
"Yes, alas! If only I had realised this limitation before -"
Uh oh, that melodious voice and stern tone could only belong to - Gin winced, Gin ducked and then rolled underneath the kick coming from Moka's perfect, yet also perfectly powerful legs. Had that landed there would have been a hole in the wall shaped exactly like a certain newspaper club president.
"Is that any way to treat your senior?" He asked the radiant creature in female form that graced his presence. Inner Moka swept her silver hair out of her eyes and tracked him with care. They had fought before, of course, but at that time he was in his werewolf form. Right now he could not access the full heights of his speed, and Moka had still been able to beat him even when he had. As much as it may make his heart pound to see the normally nice girl become so intense, he did not think much of his chances of taking the time to enjoy the fight. For her part Moka scowled at him and stepped forward with all the power of a vampire trailing behind her.
"Over the course of twenty-four hours, my Outer self developed a rapidly accelerating tendency to slip into perverted metaphors and crass similes," Inner Moka seethed, and when she seethed it felt like the entire corridor restricted in tune to her breathing. "This mode of speech ceased as soon as she returned your device." She flicked her hair back and in the process somehow made that simple action both stunning and threatening at the same time. What a woman!
"A coincidence, certainly," Gin protested.
"Hmph! Perhaps the first time, the lesson did not sink in. Is that the fault of the teacher or the student? Either way, I shall teach it to you again and again until it sinks in: Know your -"
Werewolves are fast. They move at speeds most monsters can't even follow. Thing is, when you're moving that kind of speed tends to make stationary objects your mortal enemy. You might be tough enough to plow right through that wall, but hitting it at these kinds of speeds is still going to smart. So if you think about it in those terms it makes perfect sense that not only can they move fast, but werewolves can also <i>think</i> fast.
"W-wait a minute now!" Gin pleaded, dropping to his knees and prostrating himself before the fury of her lovely legs pounded him into a bloody paste. "Why don't we, ahem, make a deal?"
Her foot caught him around the back of the head. You know, for all her protestations of prudishness, Inner Moka would make a superb dom. He could tell by the careful way she was apportioning her weight so that the heel of her shoe dug a little bit into the back of the head without outright crushing his skull. A little rotation of the ankle, and some people had to pay to get this kind of treatment.
"You think to bargain yourself out of your righteous thrashing?" Inner Moka sneered. "There is nothing you could offer that would make me reconsi-"
"Kokoa!" Gin mumbled into the floor. The foot stopped twisting. Shame. He was starting to really get why people liked that sort of thing. "I can get her to lay off her attempts to free you."
Oof, goodness! The next thing he knew, Gin was being lifted off the floor by a single hand. You really could not underestimate the strength of an irate vampire.
"You will not use this device on her for perverted intentions," Inner Moka demanded. She then dropped him, and kicked him in the chest clear down the rest of the corridor. "Otherwise, my fury will be redoubled. For now have a reprieve so that your resolve may be tested."
"Thank... You..." Gin weakly called. Alright then. He needed a plan. That was a pretty open-ended arrangement he'd somehow managed to strike; however, most of the ways he could think of to suitably distract Kokoa were probably not the sorts of things of which Inner Moka would approve.
Which left him really carefully considering his options right about now. It made him hem, and it made him haw, and doing that made him really out of breath because his lungs still hadn't caught up with him after that kick. Right now the device was set for "Lewd Language". It would be a shame to lose all of that acquired experience, but if the device had to be attached to someone for it to work properly then he would have to play around with it and -
And it still had "Charm Women" and "Run Fast" in there as well. Gin had a thought. He set the device to "Charm Women", and then waited to catch his breath - then sprinted down the corridor. He then checked the device for levels. No experience gained on either. He then set it to "Run Fast", sprinted down the hall... but this time gained experience in "Run Fast".
"So, it gives Experience to one skill at a time..." Gin mused. If only there was a way he could figure this stuff out - "Stupid!" He suddenly exclaimed, slapping the side of his head while he did so. "Ability to understand and use Level Upper!" He said into the device. And there it was. Level 25 out of a possible 100.
That meant he only understood a fraction of the things he could know about how to use this device. One quarter, probably. And then he gained fifty experience points from that realisation alone, which made him suck in air for reasons other than being kicked.
He stared at the little device so intensely you'd think it had spontaneously grown a rocking pair of tits. Gin turned it over in his hands, paying it a lot more attention than he had earlier on. Its weight, its feel, the position of the buttons, the material they were made from. He did this for a full minute, then checked the experience gained for that examination: five. Which made sense because he hadn't really learned all that much about actually using the device, so of course he would get a low experience boost.
And then that realisation got him a bigger one. In fact, big enough for him to level up.
Gin immediately returned to his room with the Level Upper tucked into the palm of his hands as though he were carrying a baby bird. "This is as amazing as a threeway with a pair of oiled-up twins," he said aloud, then blinked as he realised he hadn't intended to be quite so dirty in his observations. "Ah!" He gasped, and tapped across to "Lewd Language". "This is still active - Level 79?! This must be the combination between my own and Moka's experience, bonded together like a sweat-drenched beast with two - " More experience was put into his understanding of the device. So he switched off "Lewd Language" without actually dropping it completely from the device's memory.
"Phew, that could have been quite aggravating. But it looks like I've learned something new..."
And that was what he did for the rest of the night. He analysed it. Tested it. Played around with the buttons and the settings and levelled himself up on his understanding of the device, the intricacies and the details, and oh but the fun he could have with this!
To begin with: It seemed as though the device would store the exp for up to five different kinds of skills, but would only gather exp and levels for one skill at a time. The exp would be tied to the device itself, so that multiple people could gain exp on a particular skill, but have their level returned to normal when they lost it. That opened up some fun little perverted ideas, if he played it right...
To explain: Let's say the skill was running, and there were two people. One (A) had a level of 10, the other (B) 20. Let us say that A used the Level Upper to gain one hundred experience points, boosting their own level at running in the process. They would become a faster runner. Then, if A passed the device over to B, then A would return to level 10 while B would (temporarily) gain one hundred experience points, but not necessarily the levels that A had acquired.
Of course, you could delete a skill easily enough with no ill effect. The user would return to their normal level for that skill, and that was that. But the most interesting feature of all was a little button, right here, that would allow a user to permanently download all experience on the device into themselves. Permanently acquiring levels for a skill. The only downside was, a single user may only use that function one time only. Which meant Gin would have to be tactical about how he used it.
Which did rather raise the question: How would he distract Kokoa, without Inner Moka wanting to punch his face in? What skill should he have her level up?
- Maid
- Worship Outer Moka
- Scatterbrained
- Boy crazy
- Something else
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