Bab 4: Give me some oral

Linden's tail grew out just above his buttocks, nothing unusual, like an ordinary limb. But since Seraphina hadn't seen one before, she looked at it with curiosity, rubbing and touching it for a while.

After playing to her satisfaction, she finally dropped Linden's clothes. Realizing he hadn't brought any luggage today and probably had no other clothes to wear, looking like a hotel waiter standing in front of her, Seraphina accessed the online shopping interface and ordered two sets of home clothes for him.

The third-level human activity area had an indoor temperature of nearly twenty degrees Celsius even in winter, slightly cooler outside, but not too much.

In this world, space is strictly divided, and species are distributed across different levels according to their ranks.

Humans have completely dominated everything on Earth, grasped the mysteries of the universe, and achieved the so-called "liberation" of all humanity.

Even the lowest-ranking humans' work isn't considered manual labor; it just doesn't earn much, but isn't it good not to be exploited by capitalists?

Even with the additional rank divisions, isn't it reasonable to divide humans according to their genetic superiority? After all, there are inherent differences between people.

Anyway, these rules were formulated by the new leaders who emerged after the collapse of the old human world. Seraphina rarely thinks about the rationality of these rules now. She is clearly a beneficiary under the rules of this world, ranked in the top three out of a total of seventeen levels.

She knows some classmates who came from lower levels, but they are still a minority. Most humans are destined for their life outcomes and activity spaces at birth.

Seraphina doesn't remember much about her youth, which is strange, but she's used to it and doesn't dwell on it much.

While waiting for the clothes, Seraphina was lost in thought, her mind empty. When she heard the delivery notification, she returned to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and found that two new sets of men's home clothes had been delivered to the closet through the secret passage.

Seraphina checked them and manually completed the transaction.

During this time, Linden had been diligently studying cooking and vegetable shopping via videos. After mastering most of the daily operations, he was suddenly grabbed by Seraphina and pressed onto the sofa by his tail.

His shirt remained unbuttoned, revealing slightly darker skin with some old scars scattered on it, seemingly impossible to fade away, or else they would have looked better.

Seraphina was much smaller than him but still managed to dominate him in presence, especially since Linden had no intention of resisting.

In this world, if other species wanted to resist humans, it was a dead end. With highly precise visual sharing technology, brainwave networking, and blood analysis technology, once humans experienced extreme fear or were in danger leading to abnormal adrenaline secretion, defense robots would be instantly activated.

If the perpetrators of the dangerous situation were non-human species, the defense robots would execute them on the spot.

Linden was fortunate to have witnessed an execution once.

Non-human creatures were not eligible for trial, so the execution process was very quick. The bodies of those non-human creatures were dragged away like scrap by robots, the ground swiftly cleaned, leaving no trace.

His initial feelings for her were mixed with a lot of fear, which was understandable.

Seraphina seemed to think standing was tiring, so she sat on his lap, putting a cotton jacket on him. Linden's ears got caught in the collar when he emerged, and he instinctively shook his head.

Seraphina found this scene so joyful, like popping a happy soap bubble in her heart. Unable to resist, she raised her body, pinching his ears with both hands. They were so soft and bouncy. She flicked his ears with her fingers, trying to recreate the scene from earlier, but this time, he just let her touch him without moving his ears around.

Linden's eyes were a bit red, having had his tail touched by her today, having his clothes put on by her, and now having his very intimate ears touched, making him feel a bit shy, unconsciously licking his lips.

But soon, she reached down and took off his pants.

His genitals were now right in front of her eyes, with a slightly inconspicuous bulge on top. Seraphina grabbed them, still soft, and consulted the instruction manual given by the underground boxing club owner, comparing it to his most intimate area.

It seemed that those bulges used to be barbs, but not so fierce, now degraded into fleshy balls. They would probably become more prominent when erect.

"I bet this feels really good when put inside," Seraphina thought.

Satisfied, she handed him boxer briefs and sweatpants. Linden quickly put them on, obediently sitting on the sofa, waiting for her instructions.

Seraphina washed her hands in the bathroom, then returned to sit on his lap, playing with his ears again. His eyes were tinged with a touch of gray, which Seraphina found quite attractive. She opened his mouth, revealing his sharp canines. When he transformed into human form, his canine teeth turned into two tiger teeth, adding a bit of cuteness to his massive figure. She wondered if he would bite someone; it looked like it would hurt if he did.

It had been a while since she had encountered something new. At this moment, she was like a curious baby, grabbing his hand to examine it. There were no sharp nails, mostly smooth, like a regular human's fingers, but obviously repaired.

She asked, "Can you turn into a wolf?"

Linden nodded, and with interest, Seraphina asked him to transform. He was afraid of tearing his clothes, so he reluctantly undressed in front of her.

Soon, a half-living room-sized gray wolf shrunk by the French window, accidentally sweeping the floor lamp with its big tail, nearly knocking it over. He cowered even more, hunching his back and tucking his tail between his legs, his ears now flopped back like airplane ears, a very comical sight.

"He is so big," she said, lifting his front paws to look at the fur on his belly, which was snow-white, looking clean, thick, and warm.

Seraphina was surprised, lying down and burying her face in its belly to rub it, then climbing out to try to touch its ears. He could only bury his head in her arms. Seraphina rubbed him very happily, rolling around with him on the ground, giggling all the while.

After playing for a while, she had him turn back into his human form. Suddenly, the floor was covered only in fur.

Seraphina ordered the housekeeping robot on the floor to clean the ground, and Linden silently put on his clothes, sitting on the sofa lost in thought.

Outside the French window was a vast starry sky, with endless sparkling lights below, snowflakes fluttering, looking profound and a bit surreal. Linden's original residence was below this space, on the lower floors. He had never known there were such magnificent views on the upper floors, staring at it with rapt attention.

After Seraphina finished touching him, she went back to sleep. Linden stayed awake all night without moving much.

When daylight came, Seraphina was getting ready for work. It was then that he straightened up, and Seraphina instructed him, "I'll come back for dinner tonight. We're having spaghetti."

Linden nodded, then watched her as she put on her shoes and left.

Now alone in the house, Linden carefully studied the recipes and chose two types of noodles that looked good.

He realized he didn't need to do much as the ingredients would come out of the fridge by themselves. The cooking utensils would prompt him when water was needed, and the spice bottles were just as intelligent. With simple operations, he could make a delicate plate of noodles, and all the experimental dishes would be polished off by him.

Seraphina, watching the home surveillance from her office, found it amusing that Linden had been holed up in the kitchen all day. When she returned home, she was served traditional bacon and cheese spaghetti, which tasted quite good. She rewarded Linden with some pocket money.

Honest as he was, Linden passed on the leftover money from shopping to Seraphina, who waved it off, indicating it was all for him.

Lately, Seraphina hadn't been feeling much sexual desire, as her menstrual period was still some time away. In this era, due to the lack of reproductive needs, women's menstrual cycles had degraded to around a day, with minimal bleeding. However, the libido spike around this time caused significant mood swings.

After spending two weeks with Linden, she noticed he wasn't just staying in one place.

Occasionally, he would go to her bedroom or the adjacent storage room to clean. It seemed he hadn't fully mastered the use of household robots yet. Today's work was particularly boring, so Seraphina watched Linden's actions through the surveillance camera, almost like raising a virtual pet.

She watched until she saw him accidentally pull a box from the top of the closet, causing him to arch his back and raise his tail in fright.

She found it amusing, crossing her legs and propping her chin on her hand as she watched him hurriedly put the box back, careful to align it with the edge of the cabinet. She hadn't realized she was smiling until much later, and the smile didn't seem to fade from her face for a long time.

Seraphina pressed him down on the sofa as soon as she returned home, giving him a dark web account. Now Linden could learn to use the internet, although he had never encountered such sites before.

Seraphina opened a series of videos for him, and Linden, upon seeing the video thumbnails, couldn't help but swallow nervously. Then he heard Seraphina's calm voice:

"Learn from these, and tomorrow, give me some oral."

Linden only knew about penetrative intercourse, but only in theory, and had no practical experience. Hearing this, he could only reluctantly agree, his heart racing. He instinctively called her, "Miss Seraphina..."

Seraphina responded with a simple "Hmm," and then squeezed his genitals before heading to the pool in her swimsuit.

After a while, she realized she had forgotten to bring a towel. When Linden brought it to her, he unavoidably saw her wet body.

In Linden's eyes, she was a beautiful female, her wet black hair clinging to her wheat-colored skin, her chest white with a slight pink hue, the ginger swimsuit covering only a small part of her body.

He gently wrapped her in the towel, watching as she tidied her hair, and when she lifted her head, revealing her eyes beneath her long lashes.

She was beautiful, that much was obvious.

Seraphina was good to him, Linden thought.

She never scolded him, ensured he was fed and clothed, and her favorite pastime was playing with his ears, without demanding anything overly intimate.

In two weeks, he had saved up three thousand international credits, enough to pay for his sister's tuition and living expenses next month.

Being able to please her was his honor.