I return home with mom, exhausted. It'd been a long day. After eating and showering, I drag myself to bed. I haven't looked at my Dungeon menu for a few days, so I decide to check it. It flips up at my thoughts.

 

Dungeon points: 102

 

  That's strange. It should be lower right? Honestly, I've never been good at numbers, and when the number in your account says otherwise, it always makes you think that you are wrong, right? But I'm sure it should be lower.

 

  "Is there a transaction review function?" I wonder out loud. However, nothing comes up, so there must not be. "What's going on, Christal?"

 

  Christal appears next to me in a business suit that my sister would love. A pencil skirt that was, for some reason, hoisted up so high that it is just under her breasts. The skirt ends right a the panty line showing her g string that is wet with sexual juices. The shirt goes around her breasts, but there is no bra, so they are completely on display.

 

  "Did my sister hack you?" I ask while feeling tingling in my vagina again.

 

  "No, but I've changed the clothing based on the data I've collected. Based on your reaction, it pleases you."

 

  "Yeah, anyway, what's with the points? It isn't right, is it?"

 

  "The points are correct."

 

  I look at her eyes, but there isn't anything I can get from them. "Did I gain points for some reason?" I throw out.

 

  "Yes, you gained 20 points yesterday."

 

  "Why?"

 

  "A person was defeated in the dungeon."

 

  "Why wasn't I told about this? Is everyone alright?" I ask, suddenly feeling more awake.

 

  "You didn't want me to show my presence, so I didn't inform you. Everyone is alright. There were no issues."

 

  "So what happened?"

 

  "A woman was carried into the dungeon. Then she was given aphrodisiac and then given your sexual fluids and carried out."

 

  "Carried?"

 

  "Yes, Blue had a slime carry her in."

 

  I just shake my head in confusion. "Why, how did this happen?"

 

  "I do not know. This occurred outside of the dungeon."

 

  "You know everything I do, though. Isn't she part of the dungeon system too?"

 

  "She is connected to it, yes, but I only follow you. I'm not a god; I don't know everything."

 

  "Fine, I'll ask her tomorrow," I state, unable to hide my annoyance. "Why did I get more points than last time."

 

  "The system must have thought that a middle-aged woman was more dangerous than a starving peasant."

 

  "I guess," I shrug and collapse into bed.

 

  The next day dungeon points: 68.

 

  I wake up and look at my points. Two days left, I sigh. I go for my morning run, and as I return, Brigit sleepily crawls out of her room.

 

  "Good morning!"

 

  "Mornin," Brigit mumbles.

 

  As we eat breakfast, I ask her, "Are you ready to go?"

 

  "Go where?" she responds, sleep still in her eyes.

 

  "You agreed to come out to the stream with me today."

 

  "mmm," she intones as she eats.

 

  After we finish, she goes to her room and changes. She returns with a more appropriate outfit this time. Her skirt was still very short, but it sits farther down her leg than last time. Her top is fluffy with long sleeves. There is a cut all the way down the center showing her bra, which is black lace, and her midriff. A small strap by her neck keeps the two sides together.

 

  Alright, perhaps appropriate isn't the word to describe it. But it's still more conservative than yesterday. "You've been getting bolder and bolder since we went shopping."

 

  Brigit blushes and responds, "I've been inspired since then, so I'm experimenting."

 

  "You look good in everything. But it's a bit too dangerous for public consumption," I tease while poking Brigit's belly button. My finger pushes into her plush tummy. She's not fat, but she's not muscular like me.

 

  She nocks away my hand and steps back with a giggle. "Alright, alright. Are we going or not," Brigit responds with puffed-out cheeks.

 

  We casually walk through the forest, chatting as we go. As we near the spot, we had sex? Well, it wasn't that but where we orgasmed. I think I need to tell her that I can orgasm now.

 

  "Brigit," I say, grabbing her hand. She smiles at me, and we intertwine our fingers.

 

  "What is it?"

 

  "Umm, it's," I blush. "Um, yesterday was quite stimulating."

 

  "Yeah. Maybe I went too far, sorry," Brigit says nervously.

 

  "No, it was hot. I don't mind," I quickly blurt out.

 

  "Oh! Um yeah, that's good."

 

  Uhg, why is this so awkward? We were totally into it yesterday. "That's not the point. I need to tell you something!" I yell as we exit the path to the stream.

 

  "Sorry. I'm listening," Brigit says while squeezing my hand.

 

  "I know mom was hoping things would be better in the country. And it has been. I know earlier in the week, I was upset. But overall… I've been feeling sexual feelings that I couldn't before," I finally get out with a blush; I look away, completely embarrassed.

 

  I can only hear the stream and my heart pumping for a moment. Then Brigit swings me around. She looks me over carefully. "That's amazing!" she squeals. "I'm so happy for you!" she says with the biggest smile. Tears stream down her face as I'm squished into a hug.

 

  "Oh, so yesterday you."

 

  "Yeah, after you left, I finished myself off," I whisper.

 

  We break apart, and we both laugh. "Anyways, let's take a dip in the stream,"

 

  "Ok," Brigit says.

 

  I begin to strip, and I notice Brigit watching me. "It's just us here. I usually go naked."

 

  "Alright. I like the way you think."

 

  We both strip and sit in the center of the stream. The water reaches just above our hips. We splash each other and relax for an hour.