NTR quest

NTR Quest 0 - Lucky So Far

The receptionist smiles at you gently. "Please touch the orb to determine your rank within the guild, sir." The orb she is referring to is a milky-white glass ball that is about three times larger than any human palm that would be placed on it. The ball sits in an indent within the receptionists desk at chest level.

Despite the fact that the attractive brunette receptionist behind the counter called you sir, the crowd gathered around the desk snickers. You are younger and more slight than most of the other men in the hall, so you understand why they think it is amusing. This is undoubtedly a common sight. Someone that does not know their own strength coming in, only to be rejected. Many of the people who have assembled from the class of individuals who are not being tested are very likely here just to gawk at those deluded individuals that think they have what it takes to become an adventurer, but actually do not. You know you are not among them. You confidently press your palm against the pale-white orb. During the brief pause of the milky-white interior swirling and coalescing, it briefly occurs to you that you are deluded. That your effort was play and that the people around you were lying about your ability. These thoughts cause the five or so seconds of calibration to drag until finally the color begins to change.

"Great! Blue is at least C grade." The receptionist marvels, flooding you with relief. "At your age that is pretty impressive." You almost pull away, thinking the ceremony is done; you accomplished your goal, so it was mission accomplished. Goodbye farmer, hello adventurer. The orb has other ideas. As you try to pull away the orb holds your palm in place is if it and your palm were both powerful magnets. The ball's interior turns purple, a color you have no reference for. The receptionist gasps and leans over the testing station, swirling purple reflects in her pale-blue eyes. They are flicking back and forth, searching for any error. She seems to decide it is not and announces excitedly.

"Purple means you're at least B-Grade!" The crowd you is now in stunned silence. You yourself can barely make a sound. Just as you think it may be done the orb changes again, causing the receptionist to cover her mouth and bounce up and down in place.

"I can't believe this!" The color finishes it's shift from purple to a dark red.

"At least A-rank, no... S-Rank!" You are finally able to pull your hand away. It tingles, giving you the feeling of having sat on it for a few minutes.

"What does this actually mean? Am I an S-Ranked adventurer?" You ask pointedly. It seems unlikely.

"It means that there is something about you that is causing our system to believe you should be valued at A-rank or greater." She offers.

"Because you said A or S."

"There wasn't a mistake. I need more information to understand why this happened. Let's take a look." The receptionist is a sweet woman. Very sweet. It is not a common thing to share your status with anyone, as this can impart very personal, disadvantaging information. Such a right is usually reserved for doctors, parents and officials that are able to demand such a thing. The woman, again, seems nice and very helpful, so you nod and offer her permission. All it takes is for one to be making acknowledged contact with another while they open their status screen for both parties to be able to see it.

"Can I touch you?" She asks in such a tone that you are not sure you could refuse. The woman is about your age and definitely your type. Female.

You nod, giving her the go-ahead to lean on you. You are fairly sure that she needs to lean closer to see it easier, but having her breasts pressed around your arm is a bit much. You open the screen while mildly aroused and immediately regret it as the status below your name reveals to her, the only other observe, that you are in fact minorly aroused and on the way to being fully in that state.
"I'm sorry!"