With Benevolent Aura and Reputation, Any Deed Gets Positively Framed [2]
“My freckles… are they really cute?”
Bell’s face, holding up her skirt and looking at me, was incredibly red. And cute. Hell, even arousing. For that adorable face to lift her own skirt, waiting for my verdict.
And last time I saw them, they were definitely plain white panties. But now? Super bold black high-leg cut. Looks like she wore something way sexier just to show me.
‘And commendable.’
She needs my praise, right? Needs some confidence? Then of course I’ve gotta help.
“Bell. You’re really cute.”
“R-Really?”
“And pretty. Adorable. That lingerie’s super sexy too.”
“U-Uwah… Really… really?”
Bell’s face flushed even deeper. But she still couldn’t fully accept my praise.
(Am I really? Or is Sion just saying that because he’s such a nice guy, for my sake?)
Damn, she really lacks confidence. How can I boost it?
“Yeah. Since you don’t seem to believe me, I’ll show you proof.”
“Proof…?”
“Wanna sit here?”
It’s a good chance for me too. I haven’t fully grasped this skill’s potential yet.
A portion of good deeds by those influenced by you counts toward your own merits.
Thanks to this skill, no matter what I do, people see it in a positive light. But I lack details beyond that. How far does “positive” stretch? Does it work on players? On people who hate me? Too many unknowns.
Time to test it boldly.
“L-Like this?”
Bell sat in front of me with a puzzled look, gazing up. I nodded and dropped my pants.
“See this? You got me this hard.”
My cock sprang out. Not far from Bell’s crouched face. She stared up in shock, her features shadowed by the long shaft looming over her.
“You’re so cute and sexy, you got me all worked up.”
This is straight-up sexual harassment. Borderline assault. But with Benevolent Aura?
(For my sake, lacking confidence… she even exposed herself like this…)
No scream. No sign of disgust. Instead, gratitude toward me. An act tantamount to assault reframed as voluntary sacrifice for another.
This skill is straight-up busted.
Then how about this?
“Eek? S-Sion?”
I stroked Bell’s thigh as she crouched. Specifically, gently rubbing only the freckled spots.
“These freckles are adorable.”
My other hand caressed her cheek.
“Super attractive.”
Still no aversion. Her view of me stays positive.
(Touching me… the famous one… me… me…♡)
And now… she’s eyeing my throbbing cock with heated gaze.
(It got that big… because of me? Am I… really that cute?)
Her breathing’s getting ragged. So damn cute and hot. Perfect.
I stood and pressed my cock to her lips. The tip even touched.
Bell’s response? “Mmph.”
She took the glans in her mouth. Looking up with an expression asking if this was right, what next.
“Bell. You’re cute. Your light brown hair, blue eyes, freckles—all of it.”
I stroked her hair, pouring on praise.
“Those twin tails too. So cute. Not many could pull them off. Only you, Bell.”
Her face started changing. A smile lit her eyes.
(More… I want more praise…♡)
Craving it, her tongue wriggled around my glans. Then her hands guided mine—to her twin tails.
“You want me to grab these?”
Nod.
(I don’t know this stuff well… but if you use me comfortably and feel good…♡)
Got it. Can’t ignore that earnest heart.
“Bell, your heart’s pretty too.”
I gripped her hair, thrusting my hips in earnest. Kept praising too—reading her thoughts, countering her insecurities.
(Is my mouth… feeling good?)
“Your lips are so cute and pretty. Feels amazing.”
(Oh, should I strip? B-But my body’s so scrawny…)
“Your slender figure’s lovely.”
(Still… the freckles on my chest must look tacky, right?)
“Freckles on your tits too. Even hotter. Feel it? I’m harder.”
With all that praise, Bell’s expression melted into mush. Not just quest talk—she’s genuinely cute and fuckable.
“You gave me two free milks, so here’s my thanks.”
Getting close. I gripped her hair tighter. Her freckled cheeks hollowed, urging me on.
Splurt! Spluuurt—!
Fresh from sleep, stamina and mental full. Shot a massive load. Bell gulped it down greedily.
(Insane… friends said it’s never this much…)
Some dribbled from her lips, but she caught it in her hand.
“Slurp, sluuuurp… Haa…♡”
I pulled out after the refreshing climax. Bell leaned in regretfully, lips pursed, licking and sucking every drop from my urethra. Then gulped the hand-held cum.
And beamed. No longer innocent—now laced with lewdness.
“I… think my favorite milk just changed…♡”
It wasn’t just the lewdness that changed. Confidence shone in her smile too.
“And… thanks to you, Sion, I’ve got confidence now!”
(Ignore others. Sion said I’m cute, pretty—that’s enough. Wanna look even prettier… cuter for him.)
I petted her head.
“You should. You’re truly, honestly cute and lovable.”
Luck Ticket (25%) Acquired!
Reputation +100!
🎁 Additional Reputation will rise based on Bell's future activities!
Whoa. Sweet. So sweet. Rewards are delicious. A Luck Ticket’s premium, and massive rep gain. Plus more from Bell’s actions… like rumors spreading, Gawella-style?
“Um, Sion…”
Checking rewards, Bell tugged my sleeve, eyes full of longing.
(Might never meet someone like Sion again… so before he leaves… wanna be held.)
One round ain’t enough for me either. Wanted to properly embrace her, but…
“What? Why’s the door closed?”
An irritated voice from outside the alley. Shattered our lewd mood instantly.
“C-Customer’s here.”
Bell hurriedly fixed her clothes. I cast Purifying Light on her.
She peeked out, sighed.
“Sigh… that customer again…”
Who? I peeked too.
A man fuming before the locked shop. Should’ve left, but he banged angrily.
‘That fucker?’
The rude prick was none other than Habak.
“Bell. He come often?”
“Habak? Sigh… yeah. Twice daily.”
“Not a welcome guest, huh.”
“Don’t wanna badmouth customers, but… yeah. He’s a guard, yet chats with shady folks about risky stuff.”
Shady people? Risky talks?
Perfect. Was pondering Demon God leads via Habak. But he’s a guard—patrols crowded spots. Hard to tail and mind-read. If tied to Demon God, watched too. Too obvious, get caught; they ghost, lose the trail.
Disguise? Stealth gear? But Bell’s words changed that.
‘No need to tail myself?’
Don’t need solo intel. Cultivate informants.
‘Bad habit.’
Past life soloing ingrained doing everything alone.
“Bell. Can you help me?”
“Of course! Just say!”
“I’m investigating that guy for reasons. Remember who he comes with, what they talk about?”
“S-Sorry… memory’s not great… and scary, so I stayed away…”
Downcast briefly, then resolute.
“Sh-Should I start remembering from today?”
“Please.”
“Yes! Leave it to me! I’ll listen and memorize!”
She brimmed with zeal. For good reason.
(If I work hard… maybe he’ll hold me then!)
Planning to anyway, no need to say.
“If it feels dangerous, safety first. Got it?”
“Y-Yes!”
I kissed her eager cheek and left via the alley depths. No point bumping Habak.
‘Time left.’
Plenty till Gawella duel.
‘Test Benevolent Aura more.’
Bell confirmed its cheat status. But she liked me baseline—hard to fully trust. Need more samples.
Alley led to market. Early, but bustling. Tough for mind-reading. Headed to a dim corner.
First catch: donut vendor.
“Welco—”
Grabbed and bit before greeting. Note: here, pay first, eat after.
How’s he react?
(Devoured before paying… my donuts looked that tasty?)
Whoa. Sees it positive? Okay, this?
I scowled.
“…Tasteless.”
So rude—hesitated before spitting. Eat free, then complain? Infuriating.
“Really? I prided on looks, not taste! H-How to improve?”
No way.
“Try mellac syrup.”
Blurted from shock. Not random—5 years on, mellac donuts trend. Ate tons then… spilled future intel.
“Mellac syrup… Oh! Yes! Th-Thank you, sir! You’re a true benefactor! Take this!”
Shoved coins at me gratefully, packed up excited. Off to remake donuts.
Chump change, but…
‘No. This is how it goes?’