This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder than Expected (A Futa LitRPG)

2.19 Loot III

The aftermath was, to be honest, a bit awkward. The degeneracy all four of them had indulged in had been more than they had mentally prepared for, even if no protests seemed forthcoming.

Once Delta had 'gotten the toy off', the door had slid open with a grinding of stone. Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately?—rather than being an alternate path of advancement, this particular obstacle had been a 'rewards' challenge.

Which perhaps explained why it had been so much more degenerate than the one Rosalie had needed to undergo. It hadn't even been required to progress through the dungeon. But how were they supposed to know that?

Going forward, Zoey supposed, by when the obstacle is so lewd ...

Live and learn, she guessed.

And Delta hadn't complained.

Fuck, Zoey wasn't complaining either. Even Rosalie—the most likely to have been upset at the development—had seemed into it. Not that Zoey thought Rosalie would have engaged in such degeneracy herself, without prompting, but spectating? Yeah, she'd made it clear she liked it.

A single green-banded chest lay in front of them.

"I thought you said these were rare."

Rosalie gave Zoey an annoyed look. "They are. Either these past two delves with you have been astoundingly lucky, or your class—your presence—continues to give ... perplexing results. Have you even seen a common chest? A copper band?" She sighed. "Though I shouldn't be surprised. Nothing about," she waved her hand around in a distinctly irritated manner, "all this is normal."

Well. A goddess did send me to save the world. Zoey supposed better loot than average was par for the course. Not that Zoey supplied that explanation.

"You sound upset that we're getting lucky," Zoey said teasingly. "And maybe it's not even luck. We worked hard for it, didn't we?"

"We?" Delta asked. "Try again."

"Delta worked hard for it," Zoey corrected.

"Using my body," Rosalie muttered. "That better not cause ... lasting damage."

"Having your entire body wrapped around a giant sex toy? Nah, can't see how that could be bad for your anatomy."

"There was a potion," Zoey said pointedly. "Obviously she's fine."

"Want Zoey to come check?" Delta sneered. "Make sure you're as tight as always?"

Zoey paused at the implication, then cleared her throat. Rosalie did the same.

"The chest," they said at the same time.

They glanced at each other, and Zoey smirked. Rosalie's lips—Delta's? This whole, body-swap thing was getting annoying—twisted in amusement too.

They opened the chest.

The first item out—

[Cat Ears]: Uncommon. Highly sensitive. Amplifies senses and improves reactions.

"Excuse me?" Rosalie said.

"Sensitive. Like, in that way?" Zoey asked.

"Mine certainly are," Delta said. "So it'd make sense. But ... why?"

"Why?" Rosalie sneered. "There's no point asking that question, in these shards."

"Your ears are sensitive?" Not-Zoey asked Delta.

"Not as much as my tail, but yeah."

"They are?" Zoey asked. Almost without thinking, she stepped forward and rubbed Rosalie's fox-ears between her thumb and fore-finger.