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Alright, so what normally happens in a stable marriage? You leave your wife at home. She spends the whole day chilling at home watching the kids. You finally get home only to have to put the kids to sleep. After all, that, if you’re in the mood, the pair of you quietly have sex in your bedroom. If that’s the case, then what’s so taboo about banging your babysitter? Your wife/baby momma will do the same job and no one thinks twice about wrecking their wife even when the kids are asleep in the next room.

Is it the money? Eh… it’s probably the money. Well, for my next Xperiment, I wanted to try something a little nontraditional. I had hired strippers, prostitutes, and even managed to get a masseuse to have sex with me. I had managed to bang five chicks around the span of a month. So, naturally, I wanted to see where else I could find my next pussy. Looking online for porn, I ended up in this babysitting website. Not a babysitting porn website, just the standard kind of babysitting. I thought that was a little weird, but I also had watched my fair share of babysitter porn, and thus I was genuinely curious about whether this was a fantasy I could ever fulfill.

Thus, I started searching for a local babysitter. I was looking for a girl who was young, but not too young. I wanted to get right into that impressionable demographic without slipping into the jailbait territory. Naturally, I wanted her to be a decent babysitter, but more I was interested in her side curricular. I sent emails to many different babysitters, and after they responded, I checked out their profiles. I had come to realize the kind of girls I was looking for. The kind that looked easy!

Eventually, I found a chick that looked promising. First off, she sent me a picture right off the bat. You wouldn’t think babysitting would be the kind of job where appearance mattered, but she must have sent me this because she thought she looked professional in it.

Look, she can read!

This was kind of funny because a quick look at her profile and I could see pictures of her knock out drunk. She was quite the party goer and seemed to have a boyfriend every week. I immediately realized she was one of those babysitters that only got hired by parents who didn’t know how technology worked. Anyone else would have seen their ass in the air with markers drawings from their friends all over there legs and thought it smarter not to post that image. So, she probably only worked for ignorant parents… and me.

So, I emailed and scheduled her to watch my kid. I actually was feeling pretty cheap, so I scheduled her for only one hour, late at night at like 8 pm. I mean, my kid would already be asleep at that point. I just told her I had a workout class I had to go to and wasn’t comfortable with the kids being alone. In reality, I just wanted to come back at 9 and bang her. So, I set the conditions.

Mind you, most babysitters have a minimum number of hours. They won’t work unless you put them on the clock for a certain amount of time. I’ve had jobs before where one hour was all you needed. Those jobs really suck, because you drive out there and then have to leave. It ends up disrupting more like 3 hours of your day because you have to get ready for work, drive there, drive home, strip, it’s a pain. However, she didn’t seem to have a problem with only coming for one hour. Apparently, that’s because she had a method to her madness.

When she arrived, she had her coat on, and I didn’t really notice anything. I have her the spiel, the tour, and then the TV remote, and I left. I went to the corner and got a slushie at the speedway, and then when I was done, I returned. I was a little impatient, so I returned quickly. When I walked in, I found the girl sitting on my couch and I just couldn’t help but grow aroused.

Yup, that’s no panties.

She clearly has her pussy almost hanging out. She totally didn’t realize it and had no clue why I snapped a picture. Ah… the young and the stupid. That’s how she managed to avoid needing to get dressed, by the way. She just didn’t. Come in your oversized shorts and no panties, and it’s reel quick to relax once you get home.

So, at that point, I’m thinking this girl is totally down to fuck, because, you know, no panties. I smirk and tell her that I can see her pussy. She blinks at me a few times and then covers up. No blush. No embarrassment or scream. Just an… oh, shift. I was a bit underwhelmed, so I told her to take off more, that I’d love to see her naked.

This is the first point when I realized the night wasn’t going that great. She put on a look like “WTF did you just say?” At that point, I had two options. I could back off and try to laugh it off as an awkward joke only to never talk to her again, or I could double down. Since the Xperiment only works with success, I decided to double down.

“Take off your clothes and suck my dick, and I’ll double your money,” I said, slapping down $200 (the original was $100 for kids). She looked at the money, which I hadn’t taken my hand off of yet. Only looking back did I see it might have been taken as coercion. That I was threatening not to pay her at all unless she stripped. So, to my excitement, she pulled off her clothing for me. I told her to smile for me. It almost looks genuine!

Her mouth says yes, but her eyes say fuck you.

So, I pull off my pants and sit on the couch, and she lies down and starts sucking it. To be fair, she was a pretty good cocksucker. Her mouth felt incredible. She was pretty quiet though. Some girls moan and gasp as they suck it. I like the ambiance. Got none of that from this blowjob. Either way, I had been looking forward to banging this babysitter, so I told her to spread her legs.

What can I say, she sucks.

“Uh, you said just a blowjob.”

I wanted to roll my eyes. Why else did she think she was naked? I mean, yeah, I didn’t say we had sex… but a girl who gets naked and sucks someone’s cock and isn’t at least expecting it to go in that direction was weird. I still had the hopes that I could lightly push her in that direction. Look, I’m not some perve, okay, I just wanted to get her to see the personal value of fucking me. For that, I needed to get her hornier.

“I just want to see it,” I said.

This was a reality porn trick I’ve seen before. If the girls not into it, just get her to say yes to something minor. After saying enough yeses, she’s less likely to suddenly say no. So, I made her sit back, I made her spread her legs. I got down real close. I made her spread her pussy. I asked her to play with it. Everything was going good. I had my hard dick in my hand and she was spreading her pussy for me. What more could I want?

Penetration. I could want penetration.

So, I’m thinking this is a slam in the ballpark. The balls being my balls and the park being her pussy and the slamming being my balls against her pussy. I go to put it in, and she immediately freaks on me.

“Woah, Woah, Woah… what the hell?” She backs up and closes her legs like Fort Knox.

However, I don’t want to give up. I’m five for five, bitches, I was not going to get nothing. I told her to calm down and we’d just go back to head. That was apparently the wrong thing to say. She stood up angrily instead instead. I managed to click one last image.

The moment I realized I dun fucked up.

Immediately after taking the picture, she shoves her hand in my face and waves it really obnoxiously. Well, not my face, but my camera.

“Take any pic you like! Take any pic you like!” She snapped, then spun away. “Asshole.”

That was the moment I realized that I would not be getting sex. To be honest, I was too stunned to do anything else. She got dressed in a rush, grabbed the $200 off the stand, and then walked out the door. I didn’t try to email her again, and she didn’t try to contact me. So… um… at least I didn’t get sued? Haha… I think that’s about the best I can say out of this. I was so close to pussy highway, and then it snapped shut like the gates of heaven.

Technique: Babysitter

Ease: 6/10

Cost: $200

Cleanliness:  8/10

XXX Success: No

Female Beauty: 6/10

Quality of Sex: 0/10

Extras (Anal, BJ, etc…): BJ, no sex ☹

Overall Thoughts: The babysitter method did not work. Maybe I grew too cocky, no pun intended. My desire to bang an attractive babysitter fell apart completely. I felt so defeated by this. You can understand why it took me so long to send this follow up. I’m not even sure what I want to do for my next experiment. Do I try a second babysitter? Do I test out a new method? I just don’t know. Whoever said my Xperiment wouldn’t have drama?

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I spent another two days in Hector’s tent before the expedition back to the labyrinth. When I considered the chance to both level and increase my army, I grew a bit excited. It had been a long time since I had thought about leveling seriously. My time with Hector had likely done some good in bringing me closer and closer to the next level. Every level brought me closer to freedom and total control. One thing was certain, I was done being a pawn.

The elvish tribe survived through trading, and as a result, they had many herbs and flowers that I needed for potion making. I spent the time when Hector was out doing his duties on creating potions. I also tried my hand at a few poisons, although since I was inexperienced, so I didn’t want to go overboard and end up killing myself. Still, it was enough that I gained a skill point.

Time had also done my manipulation and sexual arts well, as they both increased as well. They were now 22, and 20 respectively. I didn’t know how to feel about the fact that my manipulation was increasing faster than my sexual arts. Didn’t that mean I spent more time lying and manipulating than I did enjoy sex?

I also had spent some time learning wind magic that could help with my conceal. The elfish hunters used it to cover up their scents when hunting big game. Not wanting to attract any more monsters, I learned the spell myself. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get a level in wind magic. However, I knew elemental magic, so it’s likely that I was using the spell through that skill. Wind magic would probably require me learning far more types of wind magic than a smell concealer.

Either way, after several days of preparation, I felt far more ready for this journey than the sporadic one I had taken with Jerard. I learned from my mistakes, and I wouldn’t allow myself to be so careless again as to endanger myself and my team. In the past, Min had always done all of the preparation and supply management for me. However, after joining Jerard and not bringing a single thing along, I realized how much of a burden I was being. Then again, none of Jerard’s girls brought much along either, so they could just be how his party traveled.

That morning, I happened to know that Hector would be gone for some time. I didn’t ask him permission in the slightest if I could go on this expedition. Had I even mentioned it to him, I was certain that he was going to get in the way. Furthermore, Baron seemed to want to get me killed. It was clear to me that he was underestimating me terribly, and expected me to die in this journey. He wouldn’t tell Hector about it either.

The expedition would take more than a day though, so Hector would be in for a surprise that night once he found out where I went. I wasn’t his slave, however. I didn’t have the guts to tell him where I was going and risk him resisting, but I was happy to leave him ignorant until it was too late to do anything about it.

Checking my packs a few more times, I nodded and headed out to the place Baron had indicated. When I got there, I found three strapping young elves. While I called them young, they were elves, so it was likely they were all in the 80s or older. The men all glanced at me. Not a single one didn’t have eyes that lingered on my appearance. At least these boys would treat me right, compared to the openly antagonistic Baron.

“Wow… when Baron said he was sending a woman along…” One of the men coughed when he realized he was speaking out loud. “Sorry, I mean, my name is Nelfun.”

“Danros.” A second one spoke up.

“Keton.” The final nodded. “We’re all former apprentices of Baron.”

I gave a smile. “Then, I’m sure with you three, I’ll be quite safe.”

The three men blushed in response, looking away as I met each of their eyes.

“Ma’am… this journey will be quite dangerous.” The one who called himself Danrose spoke up. “Are you sure you want to accompany us.”

“Believe it or not, I was also trained in the sword,” I responded with a gloat. “I can handle myself.”

After all, I even beat an ogre in battle. Admittedly, I used some tricks to do it, but that didn’t matter to me. As Fanreek said, the only thing that matter was life or death. You needed to take advantage of every trick to win. The monster I kill couldn’t’ care less whether I fought dirty or not. It was that sort of thing.

“Shall we get a move there?” I asked as I noticed all the men staring at me. “To Nyphum.”

The men immediately all coughed and shifted away. It appeared like my charm was quite distracting to young elf men. I hoped they could remain focused in a fight. I didn’t want my life put in danger because a guy was too busy staring at my ass. I knew I always protested the idea that women couldn’t be in the military because they distracted the men, but this was another world where charm was a legitimate stat that could affect people. I needed to be conscious of my effect on people. I pulled up my hood.

The second my face was obscured in shadow, the men seemed to gain a better grip on their senses. I could only smile wryly as they began to discuss their mission. I didn’t know if it was the nature of an Adventuring team or Jerard’s group in general, but this felt much more organized. Every man had to carry something. When the men tried to split it between the three of them. I made them include me in part of the share. I still noticed I ended up with the smallest pack.

Strength stats had nothing to do with a person’s sex in this world. I felt a little annoyed. As a second classer, I could have easily carried just as much as they carried. Ah, well, I guess I couldn’t have everything. I took my smaller pack and followed along as we headed off into the woods. Baron didn’t make his presence known. I wondered a bit on who these apprentices of his were. Were they the troublemakers that he wanted to get rid of? Or was he just making a bad situation better by getting rid of me?

Compared to the speed of a guy and his three posh women, I could say the speed of the elves was far more precise. We moved through the forest with extreme speed. At first, the men went slow, expecting me to trail behind. However, I had gotten used to Min’s movements, and theirs were similar. They made noises of surprise as I was able to keep up with them, and they continued to increase their pace, only for me to keep along. Status wise, I was no slouch, and even if I ran short on breath, I could theoretically go without for thirty minutes at a time. Now that I was always on, that helped me for more than just hyperventilating during sex. Still, I liked their noises of approval.

We reached the labyrinth within about three hours jog. Like before, I walked up to a familiar scene of tents where people were trying to sell supplies and safe lodging outside the labyrinth. I kept my hood lowered, although the chances of seeing that man again were pretty low…

“Shot…” I turned away slightly, realizing that I did see someone I knew.

It was Bryson, the hero of the humans. After getting drunk and collapsing in his bed, I didn’t really remember most of that night. I remembered his identity as a person from another world was a gimmick he used to come off as popular. I also knew that he was a bit of a pretty boy. My heartfelt someone strange about him, and I vaguely recalled a strange dream…

However, what I remembered clearest was Bryson standing nearby as Devon book my head on the chopping block. He called himself a hero but thought nothing of Devon infecting me with a deathly curse. He knew of my mission to assassinate my former slave master, and he hadn’t made a single attempt to contact me. Now, I saw he was here with that short, old elf master of his, Isaac. He was likely out training with him. My mood was instantly soured.

“Isaac Trevus!” Nelfun gasped, suddenly falling to one knee.

The other two elves immediately bowed as well. My face grew flushed and irritated as I watched them on the floor. Like that, I was completely exposed and we were making a scene. What was with these elves?

Bryson and his master immediately locked on to us. He looked like he was going to ignore them, but then his eyes passed by me, standing in a similar cloak, but not bowing. A grin formed on his lips and he headed over, with Bryson following along like a lapdog. I could only curse under my breath. What was with my shitty luck?

“Ah… it’s you… Fanreek’s girl.” The man chuckled.

The fact that Isaac immediately spoke to me as if he recognized me, the three elves all turned in surprise, looking up at me with a bit of awe in their expression. I let out a casual laugh.

“I’m not sure if I am anymore.” I shot Bryson a look out of the side of my eye, but he turned his head and refused to meet my eye.

“Well, my boy here has been failing to meet an appropriate challenge.” Isaac snorted. “I was thinking of having him fight the boss in the labyrinth. I heard he’s a level 80. Very tough. He’s not actually a minion, but a monster that managed to become a dungeon master.”

“A dungeon master?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, it’s rare, but if an intelligent monster enters a labyrinth and gains enough strength, it can force the labyrinth to succumb to it and thus become a dungeon master. He’s not a clone like most of the animals, so he’s going to be particularly tough to kill.”

“Interesting,” I said with a forced smile. “We also came here to take on the boss.”

I looked down at the other men, who were still bowed. They each gave determined nods. Isaac looked down at the men with a wry expression.

“These guys? Seriously? Do you have a death wish?”

“Baron says that if we cannot kill this boss, then we do not deserve to be a trained by him any longer!” Danrose stated.

I coughed, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed. I had thought that might be the case, but they actually admitted it out loud. I really was on the suicide squad! Well, their fate wouldn’t be my fate. Even if the monster killed them, I would triumph. In fact, the confirmation that the monster was intelligent made me even more certain. I could use a dungeon master to run my army. I was quite pleased with the results.

“Don’t worry about us.” I said, “In fact, we’ll take care of it.”

I couldn’t have this hero running ahead of me and defeating my quarry. If they killed my boss, I’d be back to square one. I had a feeling that Bryson alone could push through the labyrinth much faster than my team, so I was instantly concerned.

“You’ll take care of it?” Isaac chuckled.

“Master… it’s fine. Let her have this one.” Bryson suddenly spoke up.

So, you weren’t going to poach my kills? At least you had that much decency. I shot him a defiant glare and crossed my arms. Bryson cocked his head and looked at me questioningly.

“Nonsense… you need a good fight. If this woman thinks she has the power to take on a labyrinth boss, then she should be more than capable of fighting you.”

“What?” I asked.

“You heard me, girl,” Isacc sorted. “Let’s make a bet. You against my boy. The victor gets the boss!”

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