Laundry Divers: An Erotic Lesbian LitRPG

Sufferers of the Mandela Effect may try to tell you this is chapter 31. For the sake of your sanity, don’t believe them. This message has been approved by the CIA (Canonical Integrity Agency).

“Eat it, bitch,” Jade commanded. She rested one foot on the bed frame, with her pussy on display in front of Sabrina’s needy face.

On her knees, Sabrina looked up in worship. “As you command, mistress.” Those were the last word she’d be able to say until Jade was done with her mouth.

 After her resurrection, more than a day was spent on tender reunions, explanations, and platonic cuddles. These past two days, however, Sabrina and Jade had been playing a little game Sabrina came up with. Quite simply, the game was that Sabrina was Jade’s free-use oral slave. At any point, Jade could demand the services of Sabrina’s tongue and Sabrina would get to work. On any other day, Sabrina would still readily go down on Jade at a moment’s notice, but the game was still fun.

This game also happened to serve a physiological need for Sabrina. She was a demon, and her succubus form required sexual energy as sustenance. She felt the instinctive awareness that continuing this in her human form wasn’t a long-term solution. She felt that the succubus inside of her was hungry, and would need to come out and feast sooner or later.

So far, though, Jade was extremely hesitant at the suggestion of even seeing Sabrina’s other form. It was clear that the trauma of her best friend-turned-girlfriend’s death wasn’t going to clear up right away just because the death didn’t take. So, Sabrina did her the courtesy of holding off on reminding her that she’d been reincarnated as a monster.

Sabrina delicately teased Jade with her tongue, slowly drawing out her pleasure. Jade was carefully elevated to the peak of what would surely be her best climax of the day, even if it was her ninth. Crushingly, an information overload stopped everything in its tracks.

>Party expanded!

>Party limit reached! Alternate roster system required for further expansion!

>Party rotating roster established!

>Rotating roster expanded!

>New party system established!

>New party system has been named The Diving League!

>You have been drafted into The Diving League! Congratulations!

>Current membership count for The Diving League: 21.

“Wevvy-wuv?!” Sabrina slurred out, with her mouth full.

“How the fuck did Sloan recruit that many people?” Jade asked in agreement. “And why? That’s way too many.”

“Okay, listen,” Sloan defended, shouting from downstairs an hour later.

“You ruined my orgasm!” Jade accused angrily.

Sabrina gave Jade a look. “That’s not what this is about,” she reminded her in a loud whisper.

“Sloan continued, “like I told you, I offered the derby girls to let them in on the dungeon.” Sloan then gestured to the crowd around her. “They kind of… all accepted.”

“Your team had seventeen people?” Sabrina pressed.

“Well, uh, no,” Sloan backpedaled, “there’s fifteen.”

“Who’s the dude?” Jade asked pointedly.

Sloan looked to the guy obliviously focused on a ladybug that was crawling across his fingers, and then back up. “That’s Josh, the team’s towel-boy. He’s cool.”

“I told you the demon said it’s no boys allowed,” Sabrina scolded.

Sloan scoffed. “Josh barely counts. He’s soft, and does whatever you tell him. Check this out— Josh, punch yourself.”

Without a second thought, the man punched himself in the face, without holding anything back. He then just smiled dumbly with a bloody nose.

“See that? He just deviated his septum. I didn’t even tell him to do that.”

Sabrina winced at the strange man’s blood-smeared doofus grin. “There’s something wrong with that guy,” Sabrina remarked privately to Jade.

“I don’t know,” Jade pondered back, “he’s kind of cute. He’s like a puppy.”

Sabrina cringed visibly at the comment, and returned to her interrogation. “What about number seventeen?”

Sloan pointed at a short, bottom-heavy Latina girl. “This is my teammate Brianna,” she said, and then pointed to a tall and thin Afro-Latina girl. “This is her sister Luz. Luz donated Brianna her kidney, so Brianna insisted on returning the favor. I really like Luz, and I thought it was a good idea.”

Sabrina and Jade had no qualms about that explanation. Seeing she’d won some ground on them, Sloan happily introduced everyone. Beside the first three, there was Alana, Valerie, Jo, Julia, Imani, Maria, Luna, Bianca, Barb, Dana, Charlie, Darcy, and Raven.

After introductions, Sabrina brought up another point. “They’re not all gonna fit inside the apartment, you know.”

“They don’t need to,” Sloan said. “They’ll all fit in the…” she looked around remembering she was in public. “… diving pool. If any of them do want to stay close, there are two vacancies in the building.”

“Fair enough,” Sabrina surrendered. “They’re all jellied up?”

“Yeah! I learned something interesting, too. Your cultivation method doesn’t have to be lewd, it just relates to whichever jelly you pop first. Also, some of them didn’t get any perverted perks. I think we might just be filthy sluts.”

In cat form, Red brushed against Sabrina’s leg and offered guidance. “If you’re aroused when you pop your first jellies, it sets the tone. Sexuality is a typical part of humans, so over time, overtly sexual perks are bound to happen, but it’s amplified if you’re introduced to magic while you’re horny.”

Sabrina palmed her forehead. “Oh, duh! I leveled up after peeping on Jade, then I showed off my butt and jacked off in front of Jade to earn her first jelly. Then Jade answered the door naked right before giving you and Alice her first jellies.”

“Meaning we are just filthy sluts,” Sloan doubled-down.

“Yeah… I guess we are. So do you need us to go down there with you tonight?”

“Actually, I was hoping to show them the ropes myself,” Sloan said. “Don’t worry, I won’t go leapfrogging you. All the jellies will go to catching them all up.”

Sabrina was strangely relieved. She loved the dungeon, but she needed more time before she missed it. Tonight, she was overdue for a date with Jade.

…

“Oh come on, let me in,” Sabrina begged, outside of her own bedroom door.

“I’m getting dressed,” Jade countered.

Sabrina groaned, then said, “As rare it is for you to be dressed, it’s not like you don’t do it in front of me all the time.”

“I’m getting pretty for you. I want it to be a surprise, so you’ll just have to wait.”

“I need to get dressed, too,” Sabrina argued. “At least let me come in to get my clothes.”

“I just put your outfit in the shared pocket space. Take off your armor, too. We’re going commando tonight.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes and checked her inventory. Two gift-wrapped boxed had been added. Sabrina opened them up. Inside of the first box, she found a suit. The pants and jacket were a rich pthalo-green. The jacket also had floral bone-colored accents, which matched the bone-colored shirt. In the other box, there sat the heeled leather loafers to match.

Sabrina had never worn a suit such as this. She’d worn slacks and a blouse in business settings, but not a proper suit. She’d never had the desire, before seeing that one could be so beautiful.

She put it on. It conformed elegantly to her every curve, seeming tailored for her. It was certainly cut for women, and to an effect like nothing she’d seen. It was regal, and powerful, and provocative.

After trying it on, she immediately removed it to put her makeup on without sullying it. She didn’t want to imagine what Jade spent on it, unless it was some dungeons armor Jade looted when Sabrina wasn’t looking. She skipped subtlety, and made her face up to be as bold and stunning as her suit.

After sundown, Sloan had gone to the dungeon with the new initiates to the diving league, and Alice was tinkering with runes tones in her room while her tentacles gently violated her. Sabrina stood ready, now fully made-up, styled, and dressed. Her nipples pricked up at the soft lined brushing against them. Finally, Jade emerged.

Sabrina was invaded by goosebumps at the visceral reminder that her girlfriend was a true goddess in the flesh. Jade was beauty incarnate. Jade wore a pitch-black silken slip dress, with a slip down the side that cut nearly to her hipbone. She wore matching kitten heels that probably cost more than Sabrina had ever spent on anything in one payment. Her braided updo and makeup was at a level of perfection typically reserved for brides.

In all of Jade’s ballroom-style beauty, one thing stood out like a sore thumb: the huge bulge between her legs. The fabric was so fine that Sabrina could see every line and detail on it. “You’ve got my dick on,” Sabrina told her girlfriend, as if it was an innocent oversight.

“I know. It completes the look.”

“So what’s the statement here? I wear the pants, but you wear the cock?”

“It’s not like you could wear it. The inseam on your pants is perfect, there’s no space for extra,” Jade reminded her.

“Oh yeah, about the inseam… you know I’ve got a super fat pussy, right? Form-fitting pants give me cameltoe like crazy.”

“I like your cameltoe.”

Sabrina chuckled and rolled her eyes. Her gaze then fell back on the Living Dildo. “So, are you really wearing that, or…?”

“It’s either that or we leave him with a sitter. I’ve got a feeling that’ll be way more distracting for you than if we just bring him. Plus… I have plans for you and him,” Jade answered. Then, she concluded the discussion with, “Our ride is here.”

Sabrina was confused. She’d assumed that she’d be driving. She was even more confused when Jade led her downstairs to a limousine. She understood on some level that several bricks of gold and silver was a windfall of cash, but this sort of luxury still seemed outlandish in her mind.

In the privacy of the car, Jade poured each of them a flute of champagne and leaned intimately into Sabrina. Sabrina blushed hotly, and choked out, “you do realize that if you get me too horny, you’ll ruin your dress before the night starts, yeah?”

Jade looked deviously at Sabrina, her lips a pucker away. “You don’t think an alchemist can whip up some stain-proofing? My pussy is dripping down to my ankles.”

Jade then guided Sabrina’s hand to the proof of her claim. Sabrina melted at the feeling of Jade’s slippery warmth. Before things could go further, sobering flashes of red and blue lights shone through the windows.

The partition lowered. The voice of the chauffeuse called back, “They’re flagging us down. I have to pull over. It must be some kind of mistake.”

The car slowed to a stop. From there, chaos ensued. The doors to the back of the limo jerked open. Without warning, officers pulled Sabrina and Jade from the vehicle and cuffed them. It was all a blur of confusion. Before either of them understood what was happening, they were both in the back of an armored truck.

There was no question as to what this was about. Sabrina’s senses couldn’t penetrate the steel box. She couldn’t teleport. She couldn’t cast spells. Clearly, the cuffs and truck were enchanted to hell.

 This was about the dungeon.