Standing impressively on the fallen slab that had been a treasure vault door, Ranma was actually disappointed not to have an audience of slobbering monsters ready to fight. The only thing remotely of interest in the two story main chamber was the lone wolfling trying to hide in an alcove, the same beast he'd forcibly questioned in regard to the dungeon and getting the treasure.
Of course, the fact that the dungeon dweller was smart enough to hide in a corner now and stay out of trouble spoke of a hidden subtext to this world that Ranma had been wondering about.
Those concerns would have to be addressed later though, as right now the young Overlord had other theories to test out, particularly how a character cobbled together from dozens of game sources was going to work out in world that was emulating a video game setting.
Standing in the relative safety of the treasure room, Nabiki had a moment to take in the sights as Ranma posed in the doorway like a fool. The room beyond was huge, more than a story tall at least, it was large enough that she couldn't really tell how big it was in the flickering torchlight of the wall sconces.
Her attention shifted immediately to Ranma as he raised his left arm, the air distorting around his left hand with a power she couldn't ignore. As the shimmering aura of power started to engulf his body, she felt her body heating up again at the casual display of power before her.
Then before she knew it, the aura expanded into the treasure room, the elven slave-girl falling to her knees with a whimper of arousal as the over-whelming power of her Lord and Master Ranma curled around her trembling form.
Her elven senses then picked up something new, the ghostly glow of various souls swarming towards Lord Ranma like a gathering of fireflies. Under normal circumstances she might have perhaps asked what was going on, but as she was in a constant state of quivering near-orgasm, she only barely noticed all the pretty lights.
Pausing, Ranma ceased the Onimusha style soul-sucking to reflect on his findings. The various bits of spiritual energy were useful, but not in the Onimusha style of leveling up his equipment. Instead it seemed like this would be the extra mana he could use to fund his overlord activities like powering up vassals like Nabiki.
Speaking of the girl, the young Overlord found her shivering on the floor behind him, apparently quite shaken by his Overlord aura.
Sighing with the patience of the long suffering, Ranma moved to pick her up, noticing for the first time that she was fairly petite in relation to his new form. Standing up, she would likely only come up to his neck, making him wonder just how tall he was now, or if it was just Nabiki's new elven slave-girl form that was petite. Noting that Nabiki was flushed and not objecting as he would have expected, he shifted her to where he could hold her against his chest with his left arm, keeping his right free.
Then, just like that, he strolled back out to the dungeon entrance, unopposed the entire way.
Once out of the dungeon, Ranma continued down the path to the check point he had appeared in this world at. His assumption that getting Nabiki out into the moonlight and fresh air would wake her up from her funk proved wrong. Instead the little elf-girl was pressing herself close to his chest and still shivering with a flushed unfocused expression.
Looking a little more intently into her stats proved it wasn't some sort of sickness or injury, but rather a more natural aspect of her character coming into play.
That in mind, Ranma hurried along to the relative safety of the checkpoint.
Struggling with herself, Nabiki was humiliated to find herself in a losing situation. Initially it had just been a struggle against the sudden flair up of her own burning libido, but the addition of the submissive streak was making her position into a slippery slope.
At the moment she was struggling just to not do something embarrassing like breaking down and begging Lord Ranma to take her right there. That was followed by her squelching the impulse to ask if they were going to get a room at an inn so he could chain her to the bed and bang her brains out. That was followed by her actually missing her iron chains and wondering what kind of bondage he would choose for her, hopefully something marking her as a sex-slave.
Her thoughts cycled around like that, her cynical imagination coming up with worse-case sex slave scenarios, which in turn only served to further fuel her slave girl libido. That in turn left her struggling not to act upon those urges and do something she would regret, though that struggle was slowly grinding down her determination to win that same struggle.
Of course, the final insult came from the video-game aspect of the situation, Nabiki mentally cursing the background music playing as a result of her mood.
...and I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this ship on to the shore,
And throw away the oars, forever.
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crashing through your door,
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.
Then, just like that, Ranma spoiled her mood completely by splashing her in the face with cold water. Snapping fully awake with a gasp, the petite elf slave panted for air as she struggled to finish getting control of herself. "Guh, thu-thanks. I needed that...I think."
With Ranma making a noncommittal grunt, Nabiki suddenly found her ass chilled as Ranma sat her on a stone shelf that was a bit above waist high even to him. The splattering of water drew her attention however, getting her to realize she was sitting on the edge of a wall fountain, a semi-circular basin that was about the size of a large kitchen sink, complete with a surrounding lip to act as counter space. A sizable stream from above cascaded into the basin, matched by a slightly smaller drain in the back of the basin that allowed water to drain into a thin channel cut in the floor below. A notch cut into the front of the basin created a waterfall that fell into that same channel, cleverly allowing the basin to drain the excess water from above without overflowing, allowing the basin to stay at a constant water level.
What she was sitting upon was merely a wall feature within what appeared to be the main hall of a very large and very nice temple. The large chamber was carved from some sort of near-white smooth stone, easily large enough to contain her house. Columns flanked the sides, with the only thing visibly holding up the high vaulted ceiling being a large pillar structure in the middle, a large pedestal for a base with a large glowing blue crystal set in it, surrounded by curved stone pillars that rose into the domed portion of the ceiling at the center. Curiously enough, all of the lighting seemed to come from glowing blue crystals set around the room like so many modern light fixtures.
The voice of her owner however yanked her back into the reality of the situation. "Alright Nabiki, give me your clothes."
Hearing that, the slave-girl suddenly froze up, though not so much at the idea of stripping nude, but instead what her fertile imagination was suggesting he might then do with her. "Wha-what? My clothes?"
Ranma on the other hand seemed to take it all in stride, explaining patiently, "Yeah, so you can wash up."
Nabiki on the other hand, found herself babbling excuses that made her feel like an idiot in comparison to her normal composure. "...but, the water is cold."
As someone that had grown up looking at a roof as a luxury, Ranma wasn't swayed in the least. "Yeah, but it's clean. Keeping yourself clean and pretty is kinda important to keeping your value up."
Fortunately, the idea of her own worth as a slave and protecting Ranma's investment in her so to speak was something the former mercenary schoolgirl could understand. Her composure regained, she began stripping in a business like manner by simply pulling her dress off overhead. "What, you planning on making money from me?"
Taking her dress and then her panties, Ranma actually grinned a little at the light verbal sparring. "Nah, more trouble than it's worth. Your value though is kinda your limit on how good you are. For instance you would need to be worth at least forty gold for me to get you a basic education."
Shivering at the crisp feel of cold water on her skin, Nabiki did however appreciate the mental focus the sensation brought about. "Education? On some medieval fantasy world? You mean magic training right?"
Ranma however was no longer joking nor taking any enjoyment out of the conversation. "No, I mean basic education, like reading, writing, counting, that sort of stuff."
Nabiki of course thought he was still joking, as no one on this world had likely heard of algebra, much less calculus. "Heh, you act like I don't even know that two plus two is...is...uhm..."
As the answer continued to elude her, Nabiki had a cold chill go through her that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. Still uncommonly serious, Ranma held up one hand. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Nabiki found herself oddly able to identify the fingers he was holding up, but beyond knowing that he was actually holding up fingers, she couldn't count them even though she should have been able to say the number just from memory of knowing how many fingers a person had. "...you've got to be kidding me. They made me an idiot too?"
"Well, yeah, the only skills you have are basic sexual techniques, basic housework, and basic healing. Like the class description says, you're a common sex-slave, basically just good for sex, and you're not even good at that or particularly sexy, that's why your value is so low."
Nabiki was understandably not taking it too well. "...but...I could read your stats when you came in, and I understood all of the numbers."
"Well, yeah, but that's just the magic of this world. When you first get here basic info appears like that in your mind, which means you weren't really reading it. For you though that ability is going to disappear and you're just going to know what your character is supposed to know."
For her part, Nabiki just took it in, appreciating that Ranma was trying to be honest and let her know what she was in for. That of course didn't stop her from being her typical cynical self however, "So, you're saying I'm a kinda plain looking, illiterate, submissive nympho that can't count her own orgasms, and to top it off, I'm a lousy lay?"
Ranma for his part was trying to be optimistic at least. "Well yeah, at the moment at least. You can improve though. Like I said, you can get your education back, even as a sex-slave."
Despite the pessimistic attitude, Nabiki knew it was true. She couldn't even see the little health bars anymore, but she could tell he was very healthy. By the same token she couldn't see her character sheet to look for details on what Basic Sexual Technique meant, but she knew all the same that it meant she had a basic book knowledge of sex and no actual practice doing it.
Of course, being stuck as a sex-slave was bad to begin with. Being unable to read, write or even count was demeaning, but honestly not that surprising given the sex slave role. The really grating thing however was that she wasn't sexy, or even a particular decent lay. From the looks of it she'd have to probably beg to get her Master actually interested in banging her properly. So while being stuck as a dim sex-slave was annoying, there was no way her pride would let her be so pathetic a sex slave.
That was why Ranma was surprised by the turn around as Nabiki displayed an eager to go attitude. "Alright, so lay it down for me, what do I have to do?"
Thinking about it, Ranma tried to lay it down in simple terms that avoided numbers, having some difficulty with how her sex-slave status modified the character system for her. "Well, basically you can work on your bedroom skills and go Pleasure Slave, improving your looks and natural abilities, in other words you get real sexy and say develop the ability to fly. The other path is to work on your skills like cooking and aim for Maid, which has a lot more flexibility in learning skills and getting an education. That means you'd be able to develop skills like a warrior, mage or healer like a normal character. Of course, you can do both, and you should."
Hearing all of that, it became obvious to Nabiki that Ranma obviously knew what was up with managing her character. "Alright, so you'll be the Master and tell me what to do, right?"
Despite how great Nabiki actually wanting to work at improving herself would be, Ranma was still surprised that she was actually eager to do so. "Are you sure?"
Now smirking, the elf girl posed provocatively as she knelt in the basin with the cascade of water from above washing over her shoulders. "C'mon Saotome, you seem to know what's going on. What would you like me to be for you?"
Ranma actually considered that, though as an Overlord that could summon succubi, his mind was wandering in a different direction than the one Nabiki expected. He only paused to consider her limitations as a sex-slave, and her potential with him as her Master, since being Overlord did provide certain perks for his minions. "Well, I suppose something like Ryouko from Tenchi Muyo, ya know, sleek, sexy, powerful and kinda dangerous, that seems like a good fit for you."
Nabiki had of course been expecting something more fitting for a helpless sex-slave, but as usual Ranma surprised her. "...you're serious? How close could I get to that?"
Reconsidering it, Ranma had to admit that was a bit weak by Overlord standards. He wouldn't be able to reincarnate Nabiki for a while, but it was looking like he would have more alternatives when it came to rounding out his minions to improve their usefulness. "Well if you do your part and work for it, all the way, plus doing magic like Lina Inverse and a bit more."
Gulping nervously, the elf girl noted that Ranma was being openly thoughtful about it and dead serious. For a girl that had consigned herself to being a sex slave with the hope of being a useful healer on the side, what she was being offered was practically god-like power. Indeed, if she were back in Nerima living the life of a normal school-girl, she would have willingly been his sex-pet in return for such power, even if it meant wearing something as ridiculous as a bunny-girl outfit.
Shifting forward and swinging her legs over the side of the basin, Nabiki hopped down onto the stone floor. With her wet hair sticking to her back and even her rear, the little elf girl marveled briefly at how the warmth spreading from her belly kept her warm, changing the chilly air into a brisk invigorating feeling instead of bone chilling cold.
That same sticky warmth flushed her face as she gazed up at Ranma with a saucy grin. "So, seducing me with power, eh? I think I like it."
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