After an hour of killing the monsters, Sara and her sisters were a little winded. Their chests were rising and falling as they tried to catch their breath.
Rya carefully watched all of them for signs of Mana Rush, focusing on preventing Clara and Lydia from experiencing it more than the other three sisters. Due to both of them still being so young. Clara managed to slay one, while Lydia managed to get two of them. Elaine also needed her mana vein to grow, so she helped Lydia and slain three Willow Wasps before feeling the effects of Mana Rush.
Eleanora managed to kill seventeen monsters, and she had rosy cheeks as she felt the invisible force of her growing mana vein.
Jemma, on the other hand, was squeamish about the whole stabbing of large, monstrous insects and lepus. She managed to kill seven willow wasps, but when she saw the cute but dangerous Horn Hare. She struggled to make herself go through with the act. And after getting encouragent from Sara, she finally gave in and ended up killing it with a single slash. Jemma felt awful after seeing it thrash about like that. She was done ntally and couldn't go through with any more. Even when the monster's mana entered her body. She couldn't bring herself to do any more and would need so ti to ntally recover.
Sara was the most determined of the older sisters. She didn't let her lack of physical strength stop her from achieving her goal as she painstakingly cut down forty monsters. By the 20th monster, Sara's appearance took on a more youthful look as the slight wrinkles around her eyes disappeared. Despite sweating profusely, her hair beca fuller, her breasts fird up and grew a little, and her rear got more shapely as the leather skirt flared out. She was breathing hard after finishing the last Willow Wasp. She felt sothing warm flowing inside of her loins.
'Grr! C-Control! I-I am of a royal lineage for Iyolka's sake! I will not—'
The warmth in Sara's loins increased enough to cause her to fall to her knees.
"Sara!?" Jemma called out as she rushed over to her eldest sister.
Sara had her hands on the ground, and she was trying to catch her breath. She looked up and saw her worried-looking sisters and the Princess's concerned expression.
Dalia, who returned sweaty and tired from being chased by the golems, sniffed the air and couldn't help but have a sly smirk. Sara was releasing her mating scent, and she couldn't wait to see the prim and proper human noblewoman beco a beast in heat. Then the Wolfkin can rub it in her face that she's no different than any other woman.
Rya looked over and noticed the slightly evil smirk on Dalia's face.
'Ah, crap. I knew Sara was pushing herself into Mana Lust. I deal with Dalia when she gets on her soapbox, but until then, I need to focus on Sara,' Rya thought as she moved in closer towards Sara.
Sara blushed furiously when the pregnant Wolfkin got closer. 'W-What is she so smug about!? Stupid beastkin must be mocking for not being a warrior like her—Agh! C-Control! Control! Control! I-I will not lose to my instincts!'
Sara bit her lower lip to stop herself from letting out a moan as the burning warmth was spreading throughout her body.
"Hah, ah. Hah, hah," Sara tried her best to maintain her composure.
"Are you alright, sister?" Eleanora asked.
"I-I'm fine," Sara replied, with a heavy sigh. She didn't realize it, but her hips were swaying side to side a little, and the tight leather skirt was doing little to conceal the growing moisture underneath.
Rya couldn't help but stare a little. She knew she should have stopped Sara after slaying her 30th monster, but Sara insisted that she was fine. And all Rya saw was a determined noblewoman who looked a little younger from the mana exposure. Sara was doing much better than Queen Rianna did on her first day. And the princess would have to be blind not to notice Sara's improved physique.
'Well? At least she will be ready to use incantations... But I think she needs so privacy soon," Rya observed as she knew what Sara was in for, but the 35-year-old's pride was fighting to give in.
"Are you sure? Your face is red, and you are moving your hips... weirdly?" Asked Jemma, and she knelt down.
Sara snapped back, "I SAID I WAS FINE!" She was embarrassed by her outburst, but the heat between her legs was growing. And the tightness of her clothing wasn't helping either. "I-I'm sorry, everyone. It w-wasn't ladylike of to—ugh... to yell like th-that... It must be the weather. It's too hot," Sara said as she grabbed her chest armor and began to unbuckle it.
Sara struggled to reach the clasp at the sides, and her chest was starting to strain the leather.
"Ugh! H-How did this thing get so tight? J-Jemma? Do you mind giving a hand? It seems the weather is not agreeable to my wardrobe," Sara asked in a strained tone. Her struggles were due to her newly enhanced physique, and it wasn't only making her muscles stronger, but her breasts and ass were filling out the leather armor.
Jemma was a little confused, "But, the weather is perfect?"
"Oh, just help !" Ordered Sara.
Jemma looked annoyed but decided not to argue with her sister.
"S-Sure," Jemma answered, as she tried to help Sara remove her armor.
"Gah!? It won't budge. Why is your armor so tight?" Jemma asked, and she tugged harder, causing Sara's breastplate to pull in and press her breasts against each other.
"Argh! Y-You must be doing sothing wrong!" Sara whined as the feeling of her now gravity-defining D-cup breasts made her squeeze her thighs together. Very naughty and lewd thoughts began to enter her mind.
"Why are you sweating so much, High-Nose? Are you trying to attract a mate?" Dalia asked in a prim and proper tone that needled Sara's ego.
"N-No, I'm not!" Sara replied with a blush.
"You sure sll like you are, High-Nose," Dalia said, with a chuckle.
"I-I bath, unlike you...you! Agh! J-Jemma!? Stop tugging! You're only making things worse!"
"S-Sorry, I'm trying my best," Jemma replied.
Rya sighed before coming in to help.
"Here, let help," Rya offered as she ca around to Sara's other side. Jemma and her other sisters looked relieved when soone else ca in to help.
The buckle was practically vibrating from the stress, and Sara was looking a little uncomfortable as she squird in place.
"S-Sister? What's that sll?" Eleanora asked. She could sll sothing fishy coming from Sara and wondered what was happening to her.
Dalia's ego inflated further as she watched the proud human noblewoman slowly lose control of her desires.
"Oh, I know," Dalia said, in a smug tone.
"N-NO YOU DON'T!" Sara replied with a deep blush.
"She's in heat," Dalia answered.
Sara looked mortified by the statent, while her sisters were surprised and confused.
"What's a heat?" Asked Lydia.
"It's when a female—"
"Dalia!? Do you need to have H7 and L4 to punish you? Because R9 seems to have gone easy on you," Rya said in a threatening tone.
Dalia looked nervous, "S-Sorry, Alpha... I will behave."
"You'd better, because I'm not afraid of using magic," Rya warned, and Dalia looked a little anxious at the thought of the golems tickling her to a point where she couldn't breathe.
Sara looked confused by the interaction. 'Did the princess threaten to kill her?'
Rya turned her attention back to Sara's armor and grabbed the buckle.
"Okay, Sara. I'm going to get this armor off, and I want you to take deep breaths. Got it?"
"A-Alright," Sara answered, as she closed her eyes and began to take slow and steady breaths.
"Good, now just stay calm," Rya said in a soothing voice.
The dark elf's fingers pulled the strap, which squeezed the armor a little and pushed the busty human's breasts up.
"Oooh! Ugh, gah!" Sara let out a moan as the now constricting leather caressed her erect nipples. 'C-Control, Sara! I-I will not lose—UGH! C-Calm down. It's just a little—AGH!'
The tightening of her armor caused Sara's legs to shake, and the scent coming from her beca even stronger.
"Almost got it!" Rya announced as she pulled the strap a little more until the tongue of the buckle popped loose.
'CONTROL! CONTROL! CONTROL!'
With one last pull, Rya freed the now new, busty, and curvaceous female from her tight leather prison. The leather plate popped off, and Sara's breasts looked like they wanted to escape her undershirt.
Sara's relief was short-lived as the discomfort of her armor did more to distract her from her current condition. Now that her top half was free, she could feel the cool air against her moistened undergarnt and the hardness of her nipples rubbing against the fabric.
Sara's hand slowly went from her thigh to up her stomach until it found its way onto her breasts and began to cup them.
'M-My breasts? They feel so warm...and tingly...' Sara thought, and she squeezed the mounds of flesh and moaned a little.
"Haaah," Sara moaned.
"M-My goodness," Jemma said, as she finally realized her sister's Mana-enchanted body.
"Are you alright, sister? Do they hurt?" Eleanora asked, with worry.
"Y-Yeah...I'm fine," Sara replied, with an intoxicated expression.
"Your face is flushed, are you sick? Is it a fever? Do you need a cold bath?" Lydia asked.
"Hah, ah," Sara moaned, as she gave no response. She was in a trance and was focused on the heat coming from her breasts and the throbbing coming from between her legs.
Sara was too distracted by the feeling of her sensitive breasts and the growing wetness in her pants to notice that everyone, even a few knights, was staring at her.
"What's wrong with her?" Asked Jemma.
"Well... It seems that Sara has fallen into the throes of Mana Lust," Rya said as she looked over to one of her golems, who brought a cloak for her.
"Is that why she looks so much younger than before?" Asked Eleanora.
"No, that's just what large amounts of Mana do to the body. You should see how you look in the mirror, Eleanora. You've changed, too," Rya explained, and she covered Sara with the cloak.
Eleanora didn't know what to think, "R-Really? But I'm not acting strange like Sara..."
"Well, you would be joining her if you slay more monsters. The higher level your mana vein is, the more your body will change, is what I have discovered," Rya explained, and she took a breath of fresh air.
Sara had a brief mont of clarity and realized what she was doing and willed her hand away from her breasts.
"Grr! I-I can hear you, you k-know!" Sara said in a strained tone. She was doing everything in her power not to give in to her primal urges, and yet the desire to explore her own body was overwhelming.
"Sorry about that, Sara. We can get you a room—"
"I-I need to know h-how to stop these feelings! Please!" Sara pleaded, as she squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip.
'Ugh! I-I feel like I'm on fire! If only... NO! N-No... I-I'm better than that. I-I am the daughter of the Duke! I will not stoop so low as to act like so sort of harlot! B-But, ugh! Control! C-Control! CONTROL!'
Rya was more puzzled than anything. She wasn't born to this world of mana and magic. Didn't Sara know what Mana Rush was and what happens after getting into such a state?
"What do you an, Sara?" Rya asked.
Sara was doing her best not to lose her mind. The feeling of her leather skirt sliding up her expanding hips and thighs was making her embarrassed, and her arousal was only growing.
"Gah!? Are y-you trying to em-barrass mooore!? Agh!? Th-Than I already am!?" Sara said desperately. Her hands gripped the grass in an attempt to prevent them from returning to her breasts. "Ugh! M-Mana Rush! How do I stop it!?"
'How did she not know? Did no one teach her?' Rya thought as she looked around to see if she was missing sothing, but Sara's sisters looked worried as they didn't know how to help her.
"You don't know about Mana Rush?" Rya asked.
"Hah, ugh," Sara was in pleasure as she tried to fight the effects of Mana Rush. "I-I of M-Mana Rush, I don't know how to get r-rid of urges because I n-never thought I be in this damned po-sition! SO TELL , PLEASE! AGH!"
Sara's Noble etiquette was gone. And it seed she was desperate for a solution to her problem.
Rya was more dumbfounded than anything, but it made sense once she thought about it. Sara and her sisters were brought up to be proper won, and most noble girls were never really trained to be warriors unless they found out that they had Mage Veins. And it was rare for newbies to slay multiple monsters in a one-hour ti setting. A good day for a new adventurer would be slaying two common monsters. A great day would be to slay three to four common monsters or a single uncommon monster. They hit the jackpot if they get close to ten monsters in a day. Sara had slain about a month's worth of monsters in about an hour. Hence, why so very few people ever experience Mana Lust or have the higher level Mana Vein to truly experience it.
For all Sara knew, she could have had a common-level Mana Vein and would have wasted her ti trying to grow it. But thanks to the Seer Stone that Rya created, she could find out what everyone's vein was. And Sara's Elite-level Mana Vein was such that it grew exponentially faster than the average person.
"Okay... Well?"
"Well what!?" Sara answered with a red face and an annoyed tone.
"To get rid of the urges... You need to... Indulge yourself," Rya said, as her own embarrassnt began to show on her face. She didn't know how to bring up the subject with a ten and eight-year-old standing right there.
Jemma and Eleanora's eyebrows shot up in surprise while Lydia and Clara were confused. Elaine didn't know what her sister was talking about, but Dalia had a shit-eating grin on her face as she couldn't wait to see how Sara was going to react to the information.
Sara paused for a mont as the words sank in.
"Wha-What!? I-I cannot do that! St-Stop joking around and tell what potion or elixir I can take to fix my condition!" Sara said in a serious tone.
'I'm a noble, and I have standards, damnit! I won't lose control and sully my Royal lineage just because so stupid Mana Lust!'
Rya didn't know how to respond to that besides the truth. There was no potion or elixir that was made by an alchemist because of how rare Mana Lust was, and it was hard to co up with a formula to stop it, with too few test subjects. Plus, it wouldn't be lucrative if only a few people experience Mana Rush in a year. But ever since Rya had shown up, it has beco more common with her training regin of collecting monsters to be slain more easily.
"Sara. I haven't co across any potion or elixir that will help," Rya said.
"Y-You must be lying!" Sara accused her of holding out on her, but General Douglas was patrolling the barracks' grounds with his Colonel when he heard Lady Sara's outburst.
He walked over to the group and stood next to Rya.
"So you got another Noblewoman to experience Mana Rush, eh, Princess Rya?"
"I'm not actively seeking to get people into Mana Rush. It just happens. Lady Sara wanted to push past slaying thirty monsters, and her body had finally caught up to the work," Rya said.
"G-General? Tell ! Is the Princess telling the truth?!" Sara demanded.
The General grimaced as he looked to his n, who were staring at Sara's covered body. He didn't want to tell her that there was no cure.
"General!? Is there a cure or not?!" Sara demanded.
"I'm afraid the princess is correct, my lady. There is no known cure for Mana Rush besides... Well, you know," General Douglas said, and he ordered his n to keep their eyes front and center.
"No... No! I couldn't—No! I wouldn't dare! I-I won't fall so low as to be a beast in—Ooh," Sara was doing her best not to lose herself in the lust that was growing, and the sll was wafting through the air.
"You have no choice, my lady. If you wish not to lose your sanity, then you will need to... Well," the General didn't want to finish the sentence.
Sara looked like she wasn't able to hold back as her left hand began to have a mind of its own. She was panting as her hand snaked its way to the cloak's edge.
'Control... C-C-Control...'
"H7 take her to—"
"I don't need help walking on my own!" Sara exclaid as she stood up in a hurry. She tried to regain so semblance of composure, but her thighs were rubbing against each other to hold back the urge. "I-I request to use one of your barracks' rooms... P-Preferably one with no windows, and no one can enter without my permission."
The General's eyebrow raised as he looked to Rya, and she nodded.
"Very well. Sergeant Hewson, escort Lady Sara to one of the spare rooms in the East Barracks," The General ordered.
"Yes, sir!" Hewson replied, and he walked over to Sara and offered his arm.
"I-I require no such assistance. I can walk on my own," Sara said, as she walked on her own and stumbled here and there.
"You are in no condition to walk, my lady—"
"J-Just lead the way," Sara interrupted.
"Very well. Follow , please," the Sergeant said, and he led the stumbling Sara to a nearby building.
"Will sister be okay?" Lydia asked with worry in her voice.
Dalia snorted in amusent and turned away, trying her best not to laugh out loud.
"Yeah, she'll be fine. She just needs a little private ti to... relax. She'll be back to her old self in no ti," Rya said.
Clara and Lydia looked to their older sisters, who ca over and ushered them back to the castle. "Sara will be fine. Princess Rya knows what she's talking about. Let's get dressed and have breakfast with Uncle Cyndre and Annie Rianna," Eleanora said, as she and Jemma took their younger siblings inside.
Dalia was snickering and had a smug look on her face while Douglas gave Rya a look that said, 'What the hell happened?'
"It's never a dull day with you around, Princess," Douglas said with a sigh.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing, General?" Rya asked, with a curious look.
"Well? Let's say it is entertaining for now," The General said with an amused tone.
"I'll take that as a complint," Rya said, and she looked around and noticed the Queen coming out of the palace with Gretchen and a few other servants following her. She looked like she was on a mission as she hurried over to where Rya and her friends were.
Everyone stood at attention, and even Dalia showed her respect by standing up straight.
"Your Majesty, is sothing wrong?" Rya asked, and the Queen stopped in front of Rya.
"I wouldn't say it's an ergency. But the Duchess has sent a ssage," Queen Rianna said, and she pulled out a letter and handed it to Rya.
Rya's interest was piqued. 'What is Leandra's angle now?' Rya wondered as she opened the letter and began to read. Rya tilted her head in surprise before looking over at the Queen.
"We need to make sure this isn't a trap. But I so wish to punish her. Can you make sure this isn't so ruse that Alaric and Leandra are cooking up?"
Rya looked at Rianna and gave her a confident smile, "If it is a trap, then they are in a world of hurt."
The Queen nodded confidently, "Good. We'll discuss more about this after breakfast. I'll see you in the dining hall," Queen Rianna said as she walked inside the Palace, taking a deep breath.
Rya, Dalia, and the others waited until the Queen was gone.
"So, what's the plan?" Dalia asked, eager for the fight.
"To see what the cornered rats are up to, of course," Rya said with a smirk as she motioned for Elaine and Dalia to follow her. They made sure to grab an exhausted Nieren and cleaned themselves up before eting up with the Quinus and the rest of the family in the dining hall.
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