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

4.36 - Solo Fighting

Her first preparation was the spell that had prompted their so-called vacation in the first place—Ice Armor. Zoey had needed, above improving her combat abilities, a way to defend herself without relying strictly on Rosalie's protection.

The spell forming in her mind, then activating, a sheen of ice coated her body, starting from her stomach and spreading outward, growing in thickness as her mana turned energy into physical material. Second by second, plates of see-through ice interlocked around her body, covering her in protective armor.

The material, as tested thoroughly with Maddy, could take a blow as well as metal could. Though, it would've been more effective layered on top of existing armor. Being spawned in naked wasn't ideal. Then again, Rosalie had said the shard made the encounters weaker to make up for it, so it balanced out in the end.

Behind her, Delta burst out laughing. It was unexpected enough Zoey's growing focus—her intense concentration on whatever upcoming fight she'd get into—dispelled. She blinked and looked backward.

"Nice," Delta said. "I mean, I guess I should've expected it from you, but still. Caught me off guard."

Rosalie, likewise, was looking at her with two raised eyebrows and a highly disapproving expression.

"What?" Zoey didn't know what was going on. What had prompted the reaction? Her armor?

She looked down at herself, then gaped.

"What," Zoey said.

In her practice sessions with Maddy, her ice armor spell had covered her in a typical knightly fashion—an aesthetic similar to a full suit of plate armor.

Now, she wore a jagged ice-bikini.

"I didn't do that," Zoey protested, turning and inspecting herself. She ran a hand across her exposed stomach, and the ice was there; it had simply taken a perfectly crystalline, see-through composition. "Seriously, what?" The only parts made of the familiar dark-blue ice that she'd practiced with Maddy were her sensitive spots: a fierce looking ice-metal bra, and of course, the bikini bottom.

"We know you've got a great ass, Zoey," Delta said. "But you don't need to show it off."

Rosalie, the more focused of them, asked, "This isn't how it usually looks?"

"No," Zoey said. "It's just normal plate armor." And while Zoey would admit the ice bikini didn't look bad on her, it was still embarrassing to be caught off guard. She hadn't specifically designed her defense to be perverted.

"The shard's influence, like usual," Rosalie said dismissively. "Though that it affected a spell is odd. That's not something I've heard of."

"I'm a big fan," Delta said, laughing having quieted, traded for a grin she couldn't, or didn't try to, wipe off. The way her eyes ran up and down Zoey's body heated her skin up. Being naked was one thing, but adorned in a tight, very revealing bikini, one Zoey hadn't even mean to put on, was another. "Though I don't know about the effectiveness of just letting your ass hang out."

Zoey looked back at herself, and saw that, indeed, it was all just hanging out. The front wasn't very chaste, but the back ... even less so.

"It's still there," Zoey said. "The armor. It's just clear." To confirm, she tapped her ass, fingers meeting the hard material. It plinked off, despite seeming like nothing was there. "Just how it looks." Clearing her throat, Zoey said, "Anyway, that's a surprise. I'm gonna keep going, now."

Amused, Delta waved her on. Rosalie also seemed amused, though in a more subdued manner. Her eyes had also cataloged Zoey's new outfit, and not in an entirely practical appraisal. Zoey could tell she approved, even if she wouldn't say it.