4.41 – Ana II

4.41 – Ana II

"We did," Natalie confirmed. "I didn't think you three would, though. And why aren't you naked, then?"

"Why would we be?" Jordan asked. "That's your class."

Ana tilted her head. It was a fair point. The three seemed to have been caught up in the same trap, seeing how they had swapped bodies, but since they weren't with Natalie, the dungeon had given them a less sex-oriented debacle.

"But what's the point, then?" Natalie asked, confused. "What's even the challenge?"

"What's the challenge?" Jordan asked, eyebrows going up. "Our classes and bodies are swapped. What do you mean, what's the challenge?"

Ah. Ana and Natalie had gotten to keep their classes, but that was because they had lewder activities to undergo—the combat was peripheral. Not so for the rest of the party, who had been split off into a similar, but different, adventure.

Ana had only just gotten used to seeing Natalie talk in a different body. The rest of her team also having been scrambled was difficult to adjust to. She needed to constantly remind herself who was speaking. Not Sofia, but Jordan wearing Sofia's body.

"You didn't keep your classes?"

"You did?"

"Yeah."

Jordan's brow scrunched down. "Well, then, what's the point for you? What's the trap?" She paused, and her lips curled up mischievously. "Actually, another dumb question. Let me guess. You two are handling some other difficulties from swapping bodies." Her eyes flicked to Ana—wearing Natalie's body—who was covering herself with both hands.

Natalie was more embarrassed by the implication than Ana, like usual. Her face went red, and she shifted side to side as she struggled to come up with a deflection. Ana sympathized with her plight, even if she wasn't as embarrassed.

"No, there's been plenty of fighting, too," Natalie said. "I'm not sure what you're implying."

Jordan's smirk deepened, and she opened her mouth, ready to press Natalie's obvious lie. Ana interjected before she could. Half for Natalie's sake, and half because there were more important things to be talking about. Jordan could tease Natalie on her own time.

"You three followed in after us?" Ana asked. "Or did the dungeon force you to?"

Jordan paused, then turned to her, her teasing remark drying up. She gave Ana an odd look. "Of course we followed. It's not like we'd sit around and wait." She frowned at Natalie. "Though, just rushing in like you did was nothing short of idiotic, Nat."

"That's putting it politely," Liz muttered—and Ana had to remind herself it was Sofia in her body. The blatant insult had taken Ana aback, coming from the persistently friendly girl.

"Yeah, yeah," Natalie said, brushing it off. "I just kinda acted. I know I shouldn't have. But how are you three holding up?" Her brow furrowed. "And what's up with this mirror? Why is the dungeon letting us talk to each other?"

"Good question," Jordan said. "I've got no idea. And we're doing fine. Sort of. We're surviving. Swapping classes is kind of rough. Liz isn't the greatest with bladed weapons, and Sofia is ..." Jordan hesitated, searching for a way to put it politely.Checkk new novel chapters at novelbin(.)com

"Not a mage," Sofia grumbled, wearing a dark expression that was odd to see on Liz's face. "It's given me a newfound respect for your situation. Having a casting class just dumped onto my lap and being forced to cope."

Which was, Ana would admit, a convenient way to cut Jordan's interrogation off.

After spinning side to side, scanning to clear the room and look for any threats on their end, Natalie turned to Ana.

"Shit. What was that?"

Ana shrugged. "They'll be fine." She didn't have a clue, but she also had faith in her teammates. Danger was a given in the dungeon, and she wasn't going to panic every time something unexpected happened. Jordan, Sofia, and Liz knew how to handle themselves. Even Natalie, the more emotional—and certainly more attached—wasn't too bothered, though she did send several concerned looks at the broken mirror, chewing her lip as if trying to puzzle out a way to help them.

"I wanted to ask if they had optional ways out, like we do," Natalie said, gesturing at the ladder. "And what's up with the dungeon letting the five of us talk in the first place? What's the point? Was there something we should have told them?"

"Maybe," Ana said. It hadn't crossed her mind that there was anything urgent they needed to convey. "Maybe the dungeon just wanted to let us know they were fine. Unharmed."

Natalie gave her a doubtful look.

"More likely, though, it just wanted to embarrass us further," Ana said. "By showing off our circumstances."

"Why would it want to do that?"

"Why would it want me to shove my cock down your throat?" Ana countered. Clearly, the theme of the challenge was to mortify Natalie—to push her boundaries. So her explanation for the mirror made some sense, in that context.

And, apparently, Ana had just helped the dungeon with that goal. Because the question was too direct; Natalie flushed and turned away.

She hadn't been trying to tease Natalie. That was part of the reason why she was oftentimes absurdly direct, to the point of obviously messing with people. To mask when she was doing so accidentally. Ana was entirely aware she could be clueless. Thus, the practical solution was to mask that weakness behind a cool face and dry humor—it made it less obvious when she was floundering unintentionally.

"Questioning the dungeon is pointless," Ana said, brushing past Natalie's reaction. "It does what it does. In the best of cases, an entity like it will behave enigmatically. So, we worry about ourselves, not its indecipherable motives. As for the mirror—what happened, happened. No point in fretting. They'll be fine."

"Right."

Natalie glanced at the next door, the entrance into the next challenge room. If following the same pattern, it would be combat, not a lewd encounter. They still had a brief reprieve before their next event, whatever it would turn out to be.

Ana hesitated. They 'needed to worry about themselves', as she'd just said, but maybe not just in the sense of danger. By Natalie's continued blushing, Ana was honestly worried whether Natalie was okay with all of this. Perhaps the excellent rewards were coercing her into things she didn't want.

Then again, Ana doubted that was the case. Natalie had been too enthusiastic to get her mouth around Ana's cock. At the same time, this series of encounters wasn't the most organic of situations. In Ana's opinion, that was even what made it so exciting—or at least so titillating. Certainly, they weren't being forced into anything, but they were being encouraged into plenty.

Regardless, Natalie's constant blushing and less-than-typical non-confidence made it clear she had been put on the back foot. Uncomfortable, in a way, despite her enthusiasm when the sticky situation had started. And despite Natalie's insistent that they shouldn't talk about it, Ana thought they should.

Just, how to go about it? Ana wasn't exactly a social savant. She didn't know how to navigate a conversation that obviously required tact.

But better to talk than to not, Ana decided. It was time to put her foot down.

For both of their sakes, she needed Natalie to admit that she wanted more of her cock.