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[   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  wasn\u0026apos;t expecting anything unusual to happen this evening. After all, it was just a typical evening, coming back from a mission, renting a room in a tavern to sleep in, and just minding his own business. Nothing out of the ordinary for him, a paladin whose scars make him look ten years older than his real age, who typically wears chainmail armour, but not this time: after all, practicality exists, and he has to dress for comfort. The tavern is exactly what one would expect from a medieval building: made out of a mixture of timber and stone, with walls bleached white on the outside, with small wooden windows that barely let any light in, making the indoors constantly gloomy. The room he is in has a rustic wooden floor, wooden walls, a bed with a wooden frame and a rather unapetizing-looking matress, and a wardrobe that seems to have taken some beating. Overall, not too shabby for the time period, but nothing to write home about. Of course he isn\u0026apos;t expecting anything unusual, but....\u003Cbr\u003EIn a different dimension, in a different era, in a different world, somebody has been tempering with things beyond their understanding. On both ends of the tunnel, only a few are aware of the existence of parallel dimensions, but those who are, usually don\u0026apos;t have the guts to put their theories to the test. But those who do, have meddled in affairs that might affect others as well. Such is the case with Mort.exe, a piece of software developed by an occultist in order to make the specific noises and screen flickers necessary, to summon creatures from another dimension. And it just so happens, that someone is running that executable right now, about to summon a dark and mischevious spirit: a spirit who likes to take hostages.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T14:00:47.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580821247,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;OK, everything\u0026apos;s ready, totally going to summon an incubus boyfriend now...\u0026quot; Moriko muttered, lighting a candle as she finished preparations for the ritual. Dressed in a decidedly casual fashion, nothing but a simple t-shirt and some flannel pajama bottoms, she did not look the part of an expert occultist. Because she wasn\u0026apos;t. Mostly, she was just a NEET. Sitting down cross-legged on the hastily drawn pentagram she had made out of red string, she double clicked Mort.exe - a program she had heard about on /x/, and now looked to try for herself. Folding her hands in her lap, she leaned forward expectantly, watching with anticipation as the screen began to flicker and distort. The flickering screen and candle were the only lights on in the dark, messy apartment she spent the vast majority of her time hiding in, leaving only for the occasional necessity of work and shopping. It was a bit of a mess - just like her. Tousled black hair, tired cyan eyes with dark circles around them. She didn\u0026apos;t look like much at the moment, but she preferred it that way - less work to maintain.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EThe screen began to flicker more rapidly, and she started to worry. Did she just install malware on her laptop? Between the flickers, she could see a laughing, rattling skull, and the darkness in the room grew, enveloping her and the candle until everything was black.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T14:10:55.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580821855,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was just in the process of checking if everything was in order before he could leave the room for eating and drinking, while at the same time, in the parallel dimension....\u003Cbr\u003EThe spirit of Zunggoar, taking on the form of a rattling, flying skull, once worshipped as a deity of predation, gluttony and curiousity, has finally gotten released - someone ran the perfect code to summon him into a world he had never seen, and the skull was laughing, flying accross the room, speaking in an echoey voice of multiple male voices, like a chorus. \u0026quot;Oooh, what do we have here? Zunggoar is finally summoned after millenia of slumber!\u0026quot; the flying skull makes the claim. This thing, certainly wasn\u0026apos;t the incubus boyfriend that Moriko was intending to summon. It was a flying skull that was laughing like a maniac, flying accross the room as everything was turning black, until Moriko would see nothing but herself and the skull. The skull started flying towards the nerd who summoned him, and upon collision, all the blackness was replaced by a room.\u003Cbr\u003EThe skull disappeared, and Moriko would find herself on the wooden floor of a rustic-looking room, directly facing a wooden bed with an odd-looking matress, smelling the smell of hotpot and burning olive oil, hearing faint noises that were difficult to truly describe. Where did the skull go? Where is she? What happened to her room? Is she going to realize, that she is not alone in this room? Because Stephanus is too busy checking his wardrobe to turn back towards the bed and notice that a strangely dressed woman with messy hair has appeared in his room.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T14:20:05.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580822405,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  watched with growing horror as something actually happened, the skull careening around her room like a bat until it flew into her. With a scream she threw up her arms to shield her face, and the next thing she knew she was flopping over onto the hardwood floor of a rustic room. Panting and in shock, she set up looked around in terrified confusion. \u0026quot;What?\u0026quot; she gasped, covering her mouth and looking around with wide eyes, trying to figure out what had happened and where she was. Was she hallucinating? Or was she having a strange nightmare? She lightly slapped her own cheek in confusion, hoping to wake herself up. Hearing a noise behind her, she leaned back and looked over her shoulder, seeing a glimpse of Stephanus. With a surprised yelp she scrambled away across the floor, backing up against the wall. \u0026quot;W-Who the heck are you?!\u0026quot; she demanded, pointing.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T14:27:45.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580822865,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  certainly wasn\u0026apos;t expecting anyone to show up in a room that he locked with a key, but.... it happened. \u0026quot;What?!\u0026quot; he replied to her own instance of \u0026apos;What?\u0026apos;, replying to her other confused sentence with \u0026quot;I should be asking the same question from you. Are you an assassin? Who sent you?\u0026quot;. Of course, unloading all those questions on a confused stranger who found herself teleported into one\u0026apos;s room, is not a wise move. But hey, the long-haired knight was well-aware, that there were some people in this world who wanted him dead, although he didn\u0026apos;t think that any of them would know him by his name. And he also thought, that if they wanted to end his life, they\u0026apos;d send a beautiful woman to seduce him - which is definitely not what he got now. Sure, she is beautiful and curvy, but her clothing is downright weird, at least from his point of view. It reminds him of the clothes worn by male peasants in the summer, just coloured in exotic dyes. \u003Cbr\u003EInstead of answering her question, he clearly stated that \u0026quot;I locked the door upon coming in. Who the hell did you end up my room?\u0026quot;, expecting her to do the talking first. He figured he\u0026apos;d hear her out, before concluding that she indeed, is not an assassin sent to kill him.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T14:33:19.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580823199,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;What do you mean \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003Eyour\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E room? This is my room! I... n-no?\u0026quot; she paused, looking around in confusion. \u0026quot;Ano... I... don\u0026apos;t know where I am? I was in my room and... and and that skull and it went dark and-\u0026quot; she pointed at him again. \u0026quot;Who the heck is Zunggoar?! Who the heck are you! Where am I!\u0026quot; Her arm trembled and she huddled in the corner, frightened and more than a little confused.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T14:41:33.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580823693,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  sighed. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s my room. I paid for it at the tavern, locked the door, and you appeared.\u0026quot; then he began approaching her slowly. \u0026quot;But in case you hit your head extra-hard, this is the year 831, on the Planet of Artograch, Kingdom of Etrand, the city of Grandfolk, in the Inner Quarters of the city, a tavern named the Right Hand of Salashi. And my name is Stephanus Tavilrond, one of the Knights of the Blood Red Light. Paladin at your service.\u0026quot; he introduced himself, being as unaware of the situation as usual, attempting to kiss Moriko\u0026apos;s hand, if she even allowed it, if she didn\u0026apos;t run away from him as he approached or anything like that. Sadly, he was rather oblivious to the trembling of her arm, and the fact that she was rather frightened.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;As for Zunggoar.... isn\u0026apos;t he some sort of evil spirit that the pagans used to worship millenia again? That\u0026apos;s all I know about him.\u0026quot; He genuinely knew less about Zunggoar than Moriko did. After all, he was a medieval man. He may have been well-read, but he didn\u0026apos;t have access to Wikipedia, or his world\u0026apos;s (nonexistant) equivalent of the Wikipedia. Therefore, all of his knowledge was limited to the few books he could acquire in earlier stages of his life.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T14:47:44.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580824064,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  stared at the rambling man blankly, just sort of gaping as he took her hand and kissed it. He had just run off a long list of fantasy hodgepodge that made no sense. Had she stumbled into someones larp? Or... \u0026quot;Oh my gosh,\u0026quot; she whispered, \u0026quot;have I been isekai\u0026apos;d? B-but I wasn\u0026apos;t even hit by a truck...!\u0026quot; Scrambling to her feet she ran across the room, trying to peer out one of the narrow slits that passed for a window. \u0026quot;The what in where... year...what?\u0026quot; She turned around to look back at Stephanus in shock. \u0026quot;This... this is just like one of my anime\u0026apos;s... and not even one of the good ones! Oh no- my phone, my lap top- don\u0026apos;t tell me I got transported to an FRPG without any of my stuff! I had plans for this!\u0026quot; She paced around in a circle, panicking. \u0026quot;Is this real? If this is real, did I get any cheats? Or do you need to get hit by the truck for cheats? Wait- maybe there\u0026apos;s a command menu-\u0026quot; waving her hands around like a crazy person in thin air, she tries in vain to open the status menu or debug screen, without having any real concept of how to do that; Stephanus in the background momentarily forgotten amidst her rambling. \u0026quot;Planet of Artograch... how do they know what planets are? Is there more than one planet here? Maybe it\u0026apos;s Phantasy Star.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T14:57:45.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580824665,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  may have seemed like a crazy rambling man to Moriko, but to him, Moriko was the crazy one who was rambling about all sorts of nonsense. She used so many words he has never heard before. Larp? Isekai? Truck? Anime? Phone? RPG? Cheats? Command menu? Phantasy Star? He just stared in confusion. Now both were confused. So he sighed, dusted himself off, took another good look at her, and after she finished her ramblings, he cleared his throat and said.... \u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Uhm, excuse me.... I don\u0026apos;t know what kind of nonsense you are talking about, but.... The year is, that is.... eight hundred and thirty-one years have passed since the Kingdom of Etrand has gotten established. We are currently in its capital, Grandfolk. And anyone at the Mages Guild will tell you, that the ground we are on, is no different from all the other celestial bodies in the sky.\u0026quot; Oh, so in spite of being medieval morons, Stephanus\u0026apos; people did realize, that the space exists, that planets exist, that their own planet is just like all the others.... \u003Cbr\u003EHe is unsure what else to say to this crazy woman. Clearly to her, he must seem like a badly written Oblivion NPC. But he is a human of flesh and blood. So he does the unexpected, grabs his key and opens the door. And asks a random question, as to be expected of a non-player character: \u0026quot;Are you thirsty or hungry? I was just about to go downstairs to eat and drink....\u0026quot; - which has absolutely nothing to do with what they were talking about. But he had no answers to her crazy questions. Isekai? Anime? Larp? Truck? Phone? Cheats? Roleplaying games? Out of all the strange words she said, the only one that sounded familiar was \u0026apos;laptop\u0026apos; - and he misunderstood it. In a world where computers don\u0026apos;t exist, \u0026apos;tablet\u0026apos; and \u0026apos;laptop\u0026apos; have a completely different meaning: a wax tablet that people write.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T15:06:11.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580825171,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;Oh, so it\u0026apos;s one of \u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003Ethose\u003Cnowiki\u003E*\u003C/nowiki\u003E settings... hmm...\u0026quot; she rubbed her chin considering. \u0026quot;A mages guild huh? They might know how to- oh!\u0026quot; she started after him as he left. \u0026quot;W-wait, I can\u0026apos;t -\u0026quot; she paused, looking down at herself, and wiggled her toes in her socks. \u0026quot;Ok. Food, yeah. I haven\u0026apos;t eaten all day... and if this place has survival mechanics, i\u0026apos;ll need to keep an eye on my stamina meter... uhm - what do they use for money here?\u0026quot; she turned out her pockets, picking at the lint. Just her luck she\u0026apos;d get isekai\u0026apos;d without the bag she had specially prepared for the day if she ever got isekai\u0026apos;d which she wore whenever she left the house. Stupid truck-kun had ripped her off, and now she was stranded without any of her stuff.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ELooking down a moment, she looked back up at him, and bowed. \u0026quot;My name is Moriko, I\u0026apos;m pretty lost, please take care of me.\u0026quot; That probably didn\u0026apos;t translate exactly how she meant it, but it was weird that he was speaking Japanese anyway. Or that she was speaking... whatever he was speaking.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T15:14:48.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580825688,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  just raised his eyebrows at her mentions of settings, but by this time, he figured out that this must have been one of those weird figures of speech she likes employing. He didn\u0026apos;t even bother answering her question about the currency, since there wasn\u0026apos;t really much of a name for it - it was just golden coins, or \u0026apos;golds\u0026apos;. But boy, did his eyes perk up, when she owed, and said \u0026apos;please take care of me\u0026apos;. He responded to this by kissing her hand - but only if there was no resistance - getting a bit of red, and saying \u0026quot;I will, Lady Moriko, I will.\u0026quot; And so began their journey downstairs, to begin their feast.\u003Cbr\u003EDownstairs looked no different than the room, with rustic hardwood floor, walls made out of boring wood, the room being lit by oil lamps, cacophonic music hiding the noise of cooking and people\u0026apos;s chattering. And the people - boy, they were diverse. Most of the human males were long-haired and bearded, but among them mixed in were knife-eared elves, green-skinned orcs, short and bearded dwarves, equally short and mustached gnomes, drunken halflings, and even some blue-skinned Dark Elves. Truly, a stereotypical fantasy setting. Stephanus took a hold of Moriko\u0026apos;s hand, and led her down the stairs into the ground floor, where he\u0026apos;d go to the bar, the place where the bartender is, the place where guests order their food and their rooms. Of course, being a native-born individual of the world, he didn\u0026apos;t realize how much of a surprise would all this be to Moriko.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T15:22:59.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580826179,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  didn\u0026apos;t resist as he did that thing with her hand again, figuring it\u0026apos;d be rude to interrupt. Besides, she was kind of dependent on him for the time being, at least until she (hopefully) figured out what her special abilities were and set to work breaking the games economy and power scale. At least, that was how she rationalized it. Holding his hand, she followed him downstairs, eyes wide. \u0026quot;Oh wow, this is totally a FRPG... Are these all NPC\u0026apos;s or are they like, adventurers too?\u0026quot; She hesitated a moment before Stephanus\u0026apos; tugging set her moving on, following close. Normally, she\u0026apos;d be embarrassed to hold a strangers hand, but seeing as she still wasn\u0026apos;t 100% sure this was real she figured she had more important things to worry about. Like what the hell she was going to do.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T15:33:17.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580826797,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  didn\u0026apos;t know what an NPC meant, but he definitely knew what adventurers were. \u0026quot;Some are adventurers. Most are just ordinary people making a living.... I mean, making a living in their work hours. These are their free hours.\u0026quot; he responded to her. Then, they have finally arrived to the bar, where the person to greet them was a bald man with only one real arm. The other one was wooden. \u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Greetings Salashi.... I be lookin\u0026apos; for somethin\u0026apos; to eat and drink. Any recommendations?\u0026quot; - said the paladin. It\u0026apos;s almost like the voice actor was told to record the lines in an alphabetic order, regardless of context. Salashi, wasn\u0026apos;t so amused by the fake, immitated accent, but he responded anyway. \u0026quot;Aye, matey. I recommend a mug of hot, spicey wine, with some of today\u0026apos;s speciality.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll drink to the wine, but what might today\u0026apos;s speciality be?\u0026quot; - asked the paladin, as he wasn\u0026apos;t told. \u0026quot;Chicken breast with almond cream.\u0026quot; Salashi replied.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Chicken breast? Did you people build freezing chambers underneath the tavern lately?\u0026quot; Stephanus laughed. In a medieval world, fridges and freezers don\u0026apos;t exist. At least, wouldn\u0026apos;t exist, if it wasn\u0026apos;t for magic. But with the help of magic, they do exist... sort of. \u0026quot;Very well, I\u0026apos;ll take it. How much will it be? Ten golds?\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Eight.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Very well, eight golds it is...\u0026quot; he said, putting the money onto the bar, as he dragged Moriko with himself to journey towards the closest empty table with at least two seats. Luckily, it wasn\u0026apos;t too far from the bar, and now he that they were forced to wait for the food, he could finally get a good look at this foreign beauty. Ah, all the waiting for food, and no smartphone? Somebody is going to be bored, and want to skip the whole scene, but to Stephanus, this much waiting is completely natural and usually spent talking. Usually just petty gossip, but this time, he can be inquisitive.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T15:41:56.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580827316,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  listened with interest as he talked to the innkeeper, absorbing details here and there. Chickens. Almonds. Ice cellars. There was a lot of anachronisms in this setting, but that was fine. She never cared about historical accuracy anyway -fantasy was supposed to be a fantasy. Still, it could be useful later for gauging just what kind of society she was dealing with. Padding along after Stephanus in her socks, she slid into a seat and drummed her fingers on the table, peering around inquisitively. \u0026quot;Eight golds... eight golds for two people... So a golds is a lot of yen, like a dollar, but even more. What\u0026apos;s smaller than a golds? How does the economy scale... So many little things I need to learn... ugh, this is going to take forever...\u0026quot; she huffed. Then looked back at Stephanus, noticing his expectant gaze. \u0026quot;Thank you for helping me.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T15:49:51.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580827791,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  turned a little bit red at her gratitude, not having expected such kind words from her. Maybe he should try to take it to the next level? Even though they just met.... But he quickly scrubbed such thoughts of his mind. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know what a yen or dollar is, but.... A golden coin is worth around ten silver coins. A silver coin is worth around ten copper coins.... and some people in village make those wooden coins called \u0026apos;batka\u0026apos; or something. A single copper coin is supposed to be worth ten batkas.... or batki. I don\u0026apos;t even know. Anyway, normally, good food, good drinking, a good room for a night shouldn\u0026apos;t cost more than a couple of golds. But in this place? This is a place for upstanding people.\u0026quot; \u003Cbr\u003EYes, real upstanding people. None of the patrons of this tavern are dressed like noblemen. Their clothing is almost no different than the one worn by Moriko, just less revealing, augmented by boots, and containing the stereotypical medieval pattern, of a red, blue or purple shirt having golden lace on it. These are not nobles, these are not aristocrats - they\u0026apos;re for the most part, middle-class merchants.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So say, beautiful Moriko.... you use a lot of strange words that I do not understand. Yet you are a human, like me. Are you not from Etrand?\u0026quot; he asked her the first question. He neglected to mention, that in this world of many fantasy races, only three specific countries house humans in large numbers: the Kingdom of Etrand, the Earldom of Etrancoast, and the Free City of Gabyr. Etrand is the continental hegemon. Etrancoast is a vassal of Etrand, albeit their customs and language differ somewhat, only being as different from each other as German is from Dutch. Gabyr on the other hand is a completely foreign culture, that had a history of capturing human slaves from Etrand, freeing their descendants, and integrating them into their society to the point, where the humans started to outnumber the original inhabitants: the Nereids, mermen and mermaiden. But Stephanus neglected to mention all of this lore to Moriko. Maybe he will, further along the way.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T15:58:20.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580828300,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  tilted her head, listening to him. \u0026quot;No, i\u0026apos;ve never heard of it. I live in Osaka. I don\u0026apos;t think you have it here. Uhm... unless you call it Nippon? I was brought here when that skull started yelling at me. This is why you don\u0026apos;t download strange mega\u0026apos;s from X. Uhm... never mind, you probably don\u0026apos;t understand that. Anyway it\u0026apos;s probably not the same. I don\u0026apos;t think i\u0026apos;m from your world. Which is scary! But exciting.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T16:09:31.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580828971,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  also tilted his head. \u0026quot;Osaka? Nippon? No.... I\u0026apos;ve never heard of such places. But a skull yelling at you? I\u0026apos;ve heard of evil spirits haunting people, but evil spirits that teleport people around.... Now that\u0026apos;s news to me. What was his name again? Zong-gair? Zang-gard?\u0026quot; - it was actually Zunggoar. But nevertheless, he kept looking at Moriko. Needless to say, he did find her beautiful. Sure, her clothing may be foreign to him, and her hair may be messy, but by this era\u0026apos;s standards of hygiene - at least when it came to the cities - she looked clean and taken care of. She was at least five years older than him, yet he looked five years older than her. The difference in living standards - or occupational standards - truly shows. \u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Say, beautiful Moriko... You say you come from a different world. How much do you miss your world?\u0026quot; that\u0026apos;s a question a bit too early to ask, given how she\u0026apos;s only been away from her own world for like, a quarter of an hour or less. \u0026quot;Do you have a family at home waiting for you? A husband and children perhaps? Someone as beautiful as you must be already spoken for...\u0026quot; Ah yes, the medieval world. It\u0026apos;s a fantasy world, but it\u0026apos;s also a medieval world. And this might be a huge reality check for Moriko, because - asides from the obvious flirting - it\u0026apos;s also a sign, that if this isn\u0026apos;t a real world, it sure is very realistically programmed with a lot of attention to detail.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T16:15:54.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580829354,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s what it said! It said it\u0026apos;s name was Zunggoar, and it was finally free after a millennia. And then it flew at my head, and I was in your room. And now i\u0026apos;m here!\u0026quot; she gestured excitedly. \u0026quot;I knew i\u0026apos;d get Isekai\u0026apos;d some day. I even packed a bag for it! But I expected to get hit by a truck, not a skull. So I didn\u0026apos;t have it when it happened.\u0026quot; she sighed, resting her chin in her hands. \u0026quot;All that planning put to waste...\u0026quot;she pouted.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;A family? Oh well there\u0026apos;s my mom and my dad and - h-husband?\u0026quot; she blushed, wringing her hands. \u0026quot;U-uhm... no... I lived alone... uh.. It was easier... to uhm...\u0026quot; fidgeting, she looked down at the table. \u0026quot;I mean, that\u0026apos;s not that bad, is it? Even if I am twenty eigh-ei-erm... over twenty. I mean, it\u0026apos;s just... y\u0026apos;know, people, and... uhm...\u0026quot; she poked her fingers together, uncertain how to articulate that she was a loser who was terrified of social situations. Fortunately, none of these people were real, which put her mind tremendously at ease. \u0026quot;No- nobody. I might want to go back. Eventually. If that\u0026apos;s possible. Uhm... i\u0026apos;ll probably have to talk to the mages guild about this.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T16:26:00.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580829960,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  \u0026quot;Ah, Zunggoar.... yeah, that old pagan spirit. I thought they would just die after no one worshipped them anymore. So it flew towards you, and you were in my room. How convenient.\u0026quot; he responded, nodding. He didn\u0026apos;t know the meaning of isekai originally, but he gathered it must have had something to do with transportation, or travel between worlds. \u0026quot;Wait, so.... you were planning to get into this world? Or.... never mind.\u0026quot; \u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;No husband? I guess the men in your world must be lazy and cowardly then.... a beauty like you could easily get a man off his feet.\u0026quot; the blatant flirting continued, albeit it was not entirely off the mark, given Japan\u0026apos;s phenomenon of the so-called \u0026apos;herbivore men\u0026apos;. She might expect a medieval man like him to offer her marriage almost immediately, but he did not do so. After all, he only met her. Even these people needed to take some time. \u0026quot;Well, better late than never. You never know when you might fall in lo... I mean. Forget it.\u0026quot; - \u0026quot;Anyway, I think our food should be ready shortly. We are supposed to receive two mugs of wine, and some chicken with almond cream. It should come any moment now. I wonder what\u0026apos;s taking Salashi so long.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;As for the Mages Guild... I might have some business with them anyway. Want me to take you to them tomorrow?\u0026quot; he asked.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T16:33:12.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580830392,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  continued to poke her fingers together, staring at the table and blushing. She had thought this was an FRPG, but it was sounding more and more like one of \u0026apos;those\u0026apos; games. Was she trapped in an Otome? Stephanus fit the \u0026apos;main\u0026apos; male LI to a tee - or he would if he was prettier. Not that there was anything wrong with not being pretty. He was coming on awful strong for a - what had he said he was? A Paladin? Didn\u0026apos;t they lose their powers if they had sex, or something? Or was that wizards. \u0026quot;Oh, uhm - yes please. That would be helpful. They might know more about whats going on, and where i\u0026apos;m from and how to get back, if I need to. If i\u0026apos;m gone too long the Guild will wonder where I am, we go raiding on saturday\u0026apos;s and i\u0026apos;m the main healer. Uhm... forget it. I\u0026apos;m babbling again. You seem to be taking this pretty well, does this happen a lot?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T16:38:43.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580830723,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  \u0026quot;Sure. I\u0026apos;ll have to deliver some artifacts for them anyway.\u0026quot; Too bad that Stephanus couldn\u0026apos;t read minds. Wizards, being users of Arcane Magic certainly did not lose any powers by having sex.... although, wizards typically aren\u0026apos;t high on sexual athleticism, so most of them don\u0026apos;t really do it much anyway. Paladins? The holy warriors certainly don\u0026apos;t lose their powers either, albeit casual sex - and to a lesser extent, pre-marital sex - are frowned upon. But creating bastards and abandoning them? Now that\u0026apos;s unacceptable. \u0026quot;Right, guild business, eh....\u0026quot; he wasn\u0026apos;t exactly buying it, given the inconsistent information she delivered. \u0026quot;I am surprised by this incident for sure, but this isn\u0026apos;t as extraordinary as one might think. Twice in our history, our world was invaded by demons coming from another world, travelling through dimensional gates. A single beautiful woman coming from another world is not that out of the ordinary either.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EBut lo and behold, the food finally arrived. While Stephanus himself didn\u0026apos;t order it explicitly, the chicken and almond cream also came with a side dish of roasted potatoes. All on wooden plates, accompanied by wooden forks, wooden spoons and wooden knives! All wood! Even the mug they\u0026apos;d drink the wine from, was made out of wood. And it wasn\u0026apos;t just any wine, but hot red wine, mulled with spices. The favourite of Grandfolk\u0026apos;s urban bourgeoise. \u0026quot;Finally... our food has arrived! Guess it\u0026apos;s time to dig in and leave the questions for later.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T16:45:27.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580831127,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  peered at the food curiously. It looked very European. \u0026quot;Oh, you have forks too - of course you have forks.\u0026quot; She picked hers up and took a few practice pokes, getting used to the feel of it. She picked up her mug and sniffed, then took a sip. \u0026quot;Oh! It\u0026apos;s hot! And... and also - seasoned?\u0026quot; She looked down into her mug curiously and took another sip. \u0026quot;Dimensional gates? Something like that must be how I got here. Do they have ones that go back out?\u0026quot; She carefully cut her chicken into little small pieces, eating with meticulous preening. Whether because she just had good manners or was some sort of lunatic, not exactly clear.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T16:53:25.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580831605,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  \u0026quot;Why wouldn\u0026apos;t we have forks? It\u0026apos;s a civilized man\u0026apos;s way to eat.\u0026quot; he said, slicing off a part of the chicken - a small, bite-sized part - and dipping it into the sauce, or rather, the almond cream, putting it into his mouth with the fork. \u0026quot;Did you think I was some sort of savage who eats with his hands?\u0026quot; he laughed. Then he looked at her attempt to drink the wine. \u0026quot;Yes, why wouldn\u0026apos;t it be? It\u0026apos;s spiced wine. Very delicious.\u0026quot; he said, downing the chicken with wine. Then goes another bite-sized chicken chunk dipped in almond cream, adding extra smoothness to it. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know. I\u0026apos;ve heard of plenty of cases of outsiders coming to our world, but I\u0026apos;ve never heard of anyone leaving this world. But even if they did, it\u0026apos;s not like they could tell us how they did it.\u0026quot; he replied to her. Only eating bite-sized chunks. \u0026quot;But, given how it was an evil spirit who took you here.... I\u0026apos;m not sure if he\u0026apos;d be so willing to take you back.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T16:58:09.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580831889,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;Well, no, where I come from we mostly use chop- erm, never mind...\u0026quot; she ate and sipped her wine, cheeks flushing a bit. \u0026quot;Strong,\u0026quot; she licked her lips. \u0026quot;I guess he wouldn\u0026apos;t, but it couldn\u0026apos;t hurt to check. I mean... being here forever would be... unexpected? Not bad, I guess. But uhm... different.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T17:07:27.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580832447,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  didn\u0026apos;t even seem to be affected even slightly by the wine. Guess he was just used to alcohol, or developed a resistance to it. \u0026quot;Well, among other things, we don\u0026apos;t summon evil spirits. They come to us, if they have a desire to haunt us. But most of the time, when there are rumours of an evil spirit haunting a place, it\u0026apos;s usually fake.\u0026quot; he said, while eating and drinking. \u0026quot;I mean.... I guess the Mages Guild will have an answer.\u0026quot; he stated, and focused on eating for the time being. He liked the food he was given, and he was certainly enjoying the wine as well. This world had more things in store, and he would introduce them one by one to Moriko. But for now, he focused on eating quietly, giving her an oportunity to ask a question, if she wanted to - unless she did the same as him, and focused on eating.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T17:11:40.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580832700,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  ate quietly, mulling things over, unsure where to begin. Also, getting slightly tipsy from the wine. \u0026quot;What should ... what will I do, if I can\u0026apos;t go home? I\u0026apos;m not... uhm... I don\u0026apos;t think I have any skills... that\u0026apos;d make me useful here... unless reading and writing is special. But i\u0026apos;m not sure if we read and write the same language. We seem to be speaking the same language, which is weird, but I prefer it to the alternative. I have to figure out what to do now.\u0026quot; She took another big swig, drinking with both hands. \u0026quot;Haah~ I mostly only drink beer and the occasional shochu~ this is strong.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T17:17:14.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580833034,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  may not have been a fast eater, but he was close to finishing his meal when Moriko mentioned her potential uselessness in this world. Stephanus neglected to mention this, but in a pre-modern world - hell, even in some parts of the modern world - being a woman means always having a fallback job: a wife and mother. Well, not just that. A woman without any skills can still be a midwife, a nurse, or a chaperone.... but all of these are out of the question for antisocial Moriko, who isn\u0026apos;t much into human interaction - although this hasn\u0026apos;t been revealed to Stephanus yet. \u0026quot;No skills.... well. You\u0026apos;re a woman. There\u0026apos;s always going to be a man who will be enthralled by your beauty and take you under his wing...\u0026quot; he replied. Of course, what he said could be easily misinterpreted. He was referring to marriage, marriage to a man who will financially support her - golddigging isn\u0026apos;t considered as sinful in this world, as it is in her own. But, given how ambiguous the sentence he uttered was, it could be easily misinterpreted as talking about prostitution or something, with the man \u0026apos;taking her under his wing\u0026apos; being a pimp rather than a husband. Of course, Stephanus himself was completely oblivious to the fact, that what he said could be misinterpreted like that.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Beer? Very well, next time, I\u0026apos;ll ask for beer.\u0026quot; he said, before getting to finish his meal.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T17:23:43.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580833423,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;Taken under... someones wing, huuh?\u0026quot; She sighed, dabbing her mouth with the hankerchief, flushed. \u0026quot;Where i\u0026apos;m from, not being able to pay your own way... s\u0026apos;very shameful... even someone like me...\u0026quot; she sighed again. \u0026quot;Oh, no, s\u0026apos;good. But it went to my head, I think. Maybe wines stronger here. I remember hearing somewhere the beer\u0026apos;s weaker though, because everyone drinks it all day long so they don\u0026apos;t get sick from the water, so they thin it out.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;So tomorrow, I have to go with you to see the mages... annndd they might know whats going on. Or... not. Uhm... guess I won\u0026apos;t worry about it till then...\u0026quot; she nibbled on a fingertip thoughtfully. \u0026quot;What did you say you had to do there? Make a delivery? Grinding fetch quests for rep, or just clearing your dailies? Heh... heh you have no idea what i\u0026apos;m saying.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T17:33:25.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580834005,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  \u0026quot;Oh, but it is a mere sign of hospitality. A man is always eager to pay for a woman\u0026apos;s expenses.\u0026quot; Oh yes, if he hasn\u0026apos;t already pushed it home enough, that this was a medieval world, and a slightly bit patriarchial too. \u0026quot;Yes, beer is usually weak, and water is not so safe... But we also drink tea, acorn juice and... Lots of other things.\u0026quot; as for the Mages Guild. \u0026quot;Yes, I had to deliver an artifact to them.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T17:40:08.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580834408,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;I guess... they say things are like that back home too... but it always seemed unfair to me. Besides, it makes me nervous...\u0026quot; she poked her fingers against one another again. \u0026quot;Lots of stuff makes me nervous... anything neat? Teeerrrible things for disposal? Or just someones wand of back scratching?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T17:42:20.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580834540,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s just a minor artifact that\u0026apos;s not been identified. I\u0026apos;ll pay for them to identify it, and if they like it, they\u0026apos;ll offer to buy it from me. Magical artifacts tend to fetch a nice price. If it\u0026apos;s a good one, I might be able to treat you to something special...\u0026quot; he replied. \u0026quot;Speaking of treating, we\u0026apos;ll have to go to the bathhouse before we go back to our room to sleep. A hot bath does wonders for one\u0026apos;s health, and the bathhouse is really beautiful too...\u0026quot; Yes, but he completely forgot that he was speaking to a shy woman who probably is NOT used to mixed-gender baths where men and women bathe together naked.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T17:50:05.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580835005,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;You don\u0026apos;t have to buy me things, you\u0026apos;ve already bought me dinner and all I did was accidentally break into your room. Oh, you have baths! That\u0026apos;s wonderful~\u0026quot; she clapped excitedly. \u0026quot;I was really worried about the plumbing issue... but I didn\u0026apos; wanna say something... hoping it doesn\u0026apos;t come up here. Uhm... I don\u0026apos;t have a change of cloths though... Or a towel. This is gonna be hard...\u0026quot; she sighed, rubbing her chin.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T17:56:31.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580835391,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            }        ],        "sectionName": "Grandfolk, The Left Hand of Salashi"    },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded. \u0026quot;Yes, that is what I was talking about. I\u0026apos;ll have to lend you some of my spare clothes, and if the artifact fetches for a nice price, I will buy you some clothes....\u0026quot; was that the special thing he mentioned? Buying her a special thing? Very amateurish. \u0026quot;Oh, it\u0026apos;s not going to be hard. You are a defenseless maiden in a dark world, protecting you is my duty. And I\u0026apos;m going to try my best.\u0026quot; he said to her, before standing up, and once again grabbing her hand, as if they were together or anything like that. \u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well then, let\u0026apos;s get going.\u0026quot; he continued, leading her out of the tavern, onto the streets.... where it\u0026apos;s evening. It\u0026apos;s evening, so it\u0026apos;s dark and blue, that much anyone who isn\u0026apos;t blind can tell. This is the first time that the world outside of the tavern is being shown to Moriko - it\u0026apos;s a medieval European-looking city, where houses are a mixture of clay and brick, where one sees armoured guards in lieu of policemen, but some things are out of place. Rickshaws can be observed, rickshaws that are neither medieval, nor European, but supposedly the products of post-Meiji era Japan. Rickshaws that are pulled by.... stone statues? Golems. Some people prefer being carried in litters or carts instead of rickshaws. As in the tavern, the same diversity can be observed on streets: humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, gnomes, halflings and more. And even some walking statues.... errr, golems. Right in the opposite of the tavern - which is conveniently next to the stables - is a building that also looks very un-medieval: the bathhouse, which from the outside seems to resemble more of an Ancient Greek or Roman temple of some sorts.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well, let\u0026apos;s go!\u0026quot; he said, leading her down the road to the bathhouse.\n",               "date": "2020-02-04T18:02:52.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580835772,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  Moriko paused to gape again, staring at the all the weird races milling about in traffic again, and the weird cultural juxtaposition on display. Something about it all seemed odd even for the circumstances when she tried to think about it analytically, which was hard to do tipsy as she was. A tug from Stephan had her stumbling after him to keep up, following him down the thoroughfare to the bathhouse. \u0026quot;Columns... huuuh, this stuff... doesn\u0026apos;t go together?\u0026quot; she squinted briefly, then shrugged.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T14:05:58.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580907958,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded. \u0026quot;Indeed. Those colums are High Elven architecture. When my ancestors were still barbarians, the Elves came over to civilize us. We learned how to read, write and build from them. We also learned how to worship the one true God from them. Before that..... well, there was darkness and barbarity.\u0026quot; he replied to her comment about the columns. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s go.\u0026quot; he finishes his sentence, leading her into the bathhouse. It\u0026apos;s a marble building, beautiful from both the outside and the inside, although the water steam acts as a fog in the inside, obscuring and blurring a lot of the beauty. He leads her into an empty room - after all, when they enter, the first thing they see is a corridor with lots of doors leading to smaller rooms, while going straight woud lead to a large hall - the majority of its area being occupied by a huge.... swimming pool of some sorts. Where men, women, children and the elderly are all bathing together naked. \u003Cbr\u003EInside the room that Stephanus is leading Moriko into, is effectively a small bathing pool - almost like a weird hybrid between an unusually small swimming pool and a jacuzzi - and two chairs, where they are supposed to put their clothes on. On the marble floor is two soaps and two sponges, as well as a wooden bucket. \u0026quot;Well.... might as well get clean, right?\u0026quot; he asked, not even considering the huge culture shock, the implications, of mixed-gender bathing rooms. To Moriko, this is entirely foreign.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T14:11:04.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580908264,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;God? Barbarity?\u0026quot; she blinked, following him into the bathhouse, at first looking around with an interested expression but her eyes slowly growing wider the more she saw, her pupils narrowing to pinpricks. \u0026quot;Wait - wh-what kind of bathhouse -\u0026quot; she squeaked, and hugged her shirt to herself. \u0026quot;Wait just a moment! All those people were- and you want me to-\u0026quot;. She turned bright red, stammering as her mind slowly worked out what was going on. \u0026quot;W-wheres the women\u0026apos;s bath?!\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T14:19:49.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580908789,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  looked at her with much confusion, scratching his own head. \u0026quot;Women\u0026apos;s bath?\u0026quot; then he just went with an awkward smile, typical to that of male anime characters who just figured out something and had to answer to an awkward question - \u0026quot;Y-yeah, everyone is equal in the bathhouse. Men, women, children, elderly, nobility and the plebs. All are equal in the bathhouse, as all bathe naked..... \u0026quot; he tried explaining awkwardly. He didn\u0026apos;t even start undressing yet. \u0026quot;I mean.... don\u0026apos;t they do that in your country? Bathhouses?\u0026quot; he asked. Mixed-gender bathhouses were the norm in Ancient Rome, but were phased out in Late Medieval Europe. Mixed-gender bathhouses or hot springs were also the norm in pre-Meiji Japan, but she obviously comes from post-Meiji Japan, Westernized and influenced by conventional (post-Renaissance) Western attitudes towards nudity and sex. But in Stephanus\u0026apos;s world.... he would just start by taking off his shirt. \u0026quot;What\u0026apos;s with the embarassment, beautiful one?\u0026quot; it\u0026apos;s not like he hasn\u0026apos;t seen naked women before.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T14:24:22.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580909062,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  covered her eyes and spun around, blushing. \u0026quot;N-no! Men and women-- I mean mothers with their children of course, but men and women d-d-don\u0026apos;t bathe together! I can\u0026apos;t just take off my cloths in front of another person!\u0026quot; She caught her breath, looking through her fingers at the floor. \u0026quot;I-i\u0026apos;d be naked...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T14:28:07.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580909287,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  once again made the confused expression, scratching his head. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;d be naked.... and?\u0026quot; he genuinely had no idea why would it be such a big deal to her. \u0026quot;So would I. Besides, it\u0026apos;s not like you\u0026apos;d expose everything... After all, a naked man may still hold a few secrets, while a flayed one, may not.\u0026quot; he cracked the joke, also oblivious to the fact, that this quote may have sounded familiar to Moriko, if she also had a familiarity with a certain wildly popular series. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m just kidding. But, I mean, it\u0026apos;s not like.... You know.\u0026quot; then he sighed. \u0026quot;Will it help, if I\u0026apos;ll try not to look? If you are that embarassed....\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T14:31:15.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580909475,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;No, no, i\u0026apos;ll just.. uhm... ano...\u0026quot; she looked around for an escape, then looked at the bath. \u0026quot;I-I\u0026apos;ll just keep my cloths on. That\u0026apos;s it. Yes.\u0026quot; She siddled around towards the bathtub, keeping her back to Stephanus. Normally, she wouldn\u0026apos;t mind seeing a man with his shirt off, but even with her rather tenuous grip on reality she wasn\u0026apos;t ready to strip naked in front of a stranger, no matter how impractical that seemed. Instead she just crab-walked to the tub, grabbing her bucket and soap, making no move to strip off the pajama\u0026apos;s she\u0026apos;d been teleported there wearing.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T14:40:14.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580910014,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  just looked at her confused instead of saying anything, almost making similar gestures at his head as if he was talking to someone mentally handicapped. Unlike her, he decided to strip naked, get into the pool, grab a sponge and soap, wet the sponge, rub the soap on it, and rub the sponge on himself. His naked body has quite some scars, and he was a muscular man, but those muscles weren\u0026apos;t bodybuilder muscles - if Moriko was expecting Arnold Schwarzenegger, she would be sorely disappointed. Those were natural muscles more reminiscent of a martial artist\u0026apos;s. Less impressive, but at least they were real. Then he also had some scars on his body as well. Still, he took the opportunity to soap and sponge himself, cleaning everything away.... all while looking at Moriko with confusion. \u0026quot;Do people in your world often bathe with clothes on?\u0026quot; he asked. Besides.... if her intention was to hide her sexual organs, water tends to make shirts transparent. \u003Cbr\u003EAfter a bit of cleaning, he just decided to lay back in the hot water. \u0026quot;Isn\u0026apos;t this relaxing?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T14:44:38.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580910278,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  paused at the edge of the water, considering her options. She didn\u0026apos;t really have a change of cloths, so if she climbed in she\u0026apos;d soak literally everything she owned. Worse, she\u0026apos;d have to walk around in squishy wet socks, and that was literally a fate worse than death. Blushing, she glanced up at Stephanus and then looked quickly away. Crab walking once more she circled around behind his back and sat down on the edge of the bath, and began taking off her cloths, making sure to keep her back to his back, and covering her chest with her arm. \u0026quot;N-no. We just bathe in private. There\u0026apos;s a uhm... shower, in most apartments.\u0026quot; She pulled off her shirt and undid her bra. Her skin was pale from lack of sun, but was otherwise unblemished. While by no means athletic, she wasn\u0026apos;t fat - she had a layer of healthy yielding softness around her midsection, cushioning for her hips and thighs, and large breasts. Keeping her back to Stephanus and her butt angled downward as much as possible, she shimmied back around the bath to the other side and carefully slid in, looking over her shoulder as she did so she wouldn\u0026apos;t fall.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESniffing at the soap, she wet the sponge and started washing herself, facing out and away\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T14:55:09.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580910909,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  didn\u0026apos;t know what a shower was. \u0026quot;A shower, you say? I\u0026apos;ve never heard of such a thing.... \u0026quot; he said, just relaxing in the hot water. Then he got back into the water, once again giving himself a good wash with the sponge and the soap. He may have ofered her earlier, that he wouldn\u0026apos;t peek, but.... he wanted to take a look at her. Too bad he couldn\u0026apos;t exactly get a premium look, as the angles and positions were preventing that. All he could tell, was that she had a good body, but that was already revealed from her clothing. He already made it known, that he found her attractive, so he needed to say no words. \u0026quot;By the way.... now that you made your clothes soaking wet.... what are we going to do once we...\u0026quot; he didn\u0026apos;t take his backpack here, which would have contained a set of spare clothes. They had towels for sure, but all he was carrying was his money, his key, his sword, and that was it. Unless they let the hot steam warm her clothes, but that won\u0026apos;t make it dry. \u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You.... you look really beautiful, by the way....\u0026quot; he mentioned. Once she entered the pool, he had a good view of her, after all.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T15:02:56.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580911376,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;A shower is like... a pipe in the wall... and hot water sprays out of it... it\u0026apos;s more economical than filling a tub...\u0026quot; she explained, gesturing with her back turned, her breasts swaying slightly as she moved her arms. She splashed water over her hair and face carefully. \u0026quot;My cloths? I changed my mind and took them off anyway, so they should still be dry. I\u0026apos;ll just have to-\u0026quot; she squeaked and covered herself again, looking over her shoulder suspiciously. \u0026quot;D-Don\u0026apos;t say weird things like that! You keep saying things like that, and- and we just met, and - stop saying weird things,\u0026quot; she trailed off into a mumble, hunching over in the water.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T15:10:29.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580911829,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded \u0026quot;Ah, so that\u0026apos;s a shower....yeah, I\u0026apos;ve seen those things around, just not in cities. Oh, you took your clothes off? Wise choice!\u0026quot; he congratulated her, but did not go over to her to pat her head, like he wanted. He went underwater for just half a second to wet all remaining dry parts of his body, then came the soap-and-sponge action. \u0026quot;Weird things?\u0026quot; he asked in confusion. He did mean it with honesty. So he gathered all his courage, and made his way to her in the water - which was slow, since walking in water isn\u0026apos;t very fast - and took his hand onto her shoulder. \u0026quot;Is something wrong, Beautiful Moriko?\u0026quot; he asked, completely oblivious to the implications of such a quasi-romantic gesture. He may have been somewhat of a hopeless romantic, but one cannot blame him, as everyone is a product of their era.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T15:15:00.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580912100,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  poked her fingers together. \u0026quot;You keep calling me beautiful since I got here... it sounds weird... I\u0026apos;m not even-\u0026quot; she squeaked in surprise and her back stiffened as he touched her, looking up at him flushed. \u0026quot;D-don\u0026apos;t look! Don\u0026apos;t look!\u0026quot; she waved her arms, which only made her jiggle - before realizing what her thrashing around was doing and in a panic covered herself with her arms again, staring straight ahead embarassed.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T15:42:38.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580913758,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  \u0026quot;Yes, you are-\u0026quot; he was going to answer her, but that got interrupted by the surprise he caused to her by touching her. He sighed, noting her embarassment. Then he decided to get right next to her. \u0026quot;I know, that we just met, and you are very embarassed.... But I\u0026apos;m only telling you the truth. In this world, it is in our habit to make it so that what\u0026apos;s on our heart is on our lips.... errrrr..... or something like that.\u0026quot; he scratches his head awkwardly afterwards. \u0026quot;I made an oath to protect you and.... I.... I know it sounds so sudden, but you have the beauty of a delicate flower.\u0026quot; and he must be extra careful to protect said flower from any other person trying to tear it from its ground. But he wasn\u0026apos;t much of a romancer either. What is he, a badly written character in an otome game? Probably written by someone who didn\u0026apos;t read enough romantic novels yet, or has the writing skills of a fan-fiction author.\u003Cbr\u003ENo. He is a flesh and blood human, with the same emotions as her. He just has a different way of communicating them. \u0026quot;I... that\u0026apos;s all I wanted to say.\u0026quot; He can\u0026apos;t be blamed. He was a red-blooded man, and she was an attractive woman with large breasts and a beautiful face. No matter how unattractive is her uncouth nature in her era, in his, her body, her face, her skin, her eyes, all of those are signs of an angel - at least, that\u0026apos;s how he would describe that.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T15:48:35.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580914115,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s just very... strange for me, to have someones attention, is all... I live alone, and don\u0026apos;t go out much,\u0026quot; she mumbled, hugging her knees to her chest. \u0026quot;We literally just met and already you\u0026apos;re talking like... uhm... like we\u0026apos;re together, or something. I\u0026apos;m not special, or anything. At all. Or talented. So I don\u0026apos;t understand why you\u0026apos;re being so... acting like i\u0026apos;m amazing, somehow. I\u0026apos;m not even all that exotic for being from another world, apparently.\u0026quot; She brushed wet hair out of her face. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not offended, just... confused. It\u0026apos;s weird. All of this is weird.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T16:05:18.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580915118,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  could swear that already asked Moriko this question before, but he was going to ask it once again - \u0026quot;Do men in your world don\u0026apos;t complement beautiful ladies like you?\u0026quot;. He was the product of a world without electricity, a world without radios, a world without mass media, mass communications, social media, Internet, etc. A world without pornography as well. So men as a whole are somewhat hornier, women are more vigilant and careful, and everyone is somewhat of a hopeless romantic. \u0026quot;I.... uhm.... B-but you are special.... I\u0026apos;m a knight, and it is my duty to protect the defenseless. And you are very much.... I mean no offense.\u0026quot; Moriko might think that she\u0026apos;s in a badly written otoge, but Stephanus thinks he\u0026apos;s in a story where he\u0026apos;s the knight and she\u0026apos;s the damsel in distress - or rather, the girl who would end up becoming a damsel in distress, if it wasn\u0026apos;t for him protecting her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;We are the products of two different worlds. In my world, when defenseless woman is exposed, a man will hurry to her defense. He will guard her with his life, so that....\u0026quot; so that he may pressure her into fufilling his ulterior motives? \u0026quot;Never mind. We just met, but my heart already began pounding. Such is the fate of every foolish man, who takes too long to seal the deal.\u0026quot; he laughed, trying to turn it into a joke. \u0026quot;Men are like that. We see a pretty lady who needs help, we rush, then we begin worshipping her like a godess, as if she put a spell on us. To think, how many wars could have been avoided, if we weren\u0026apos;t like that. Do men in your own world also fight wars because of...?\u0026quot; of course they do. No matter what world we live in, history is about finding the girl.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T16:13:46.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580915626,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;Of course they do, but not ones they just met, unless they\u0026apos;re trying to.. u-hum...\u0026quot; she blushed and looked away. \u0026quot;Men like pretty women who are smart and assertive and classy. But you...\u0026quot; She blinked, then looked up at him and blinked again, coming to a realization. \u0026quot;Oh. Oooohh. Oh right - duh!\u0026quot; She patted her cheeks. \u0026quot;You told me when we first met! You\u0026apos;re a paladin. That mean\u0026apos;s you\u0026apos;re a total white knight!\u0026quot; She smugged at her realization, putting her hands on her hips. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re way into the damsel into distress scene, and there\u0026apos;s no one more helpless than I am! Haha! Ah!\u0026quot; she yelped and covered her chest again. \u0026quot;Wh-what I mean is you\u0026apos;re, uhm... heh. You\u0026apos;re weird even for this place. W-wait, does that mean i\u0026apos;m your princess now?\u0026quot; She put her hands to her cheeks. \u0026quot;I wonder if i\u0026apos;ll be kidnapped by a dragon!\u0026quot; Then she glanced down, glanced up, and quickly covered herself once more.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T16:25:58.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580916358,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  scratches his own head, as he was processing what she was saying and coming up with answers. \u0026quot;I guess some men like assertive women.... I have a friend, whose wife is a Battlemage, but me....\u0026quot; - \u0026quot;A white knight? I mean, the tunic I wear over my armour is in fact white, with a red logo on it, but...\u0026quot; once again, not really understanding her vocabulary. \u0026quot;Me? Weird? I\u0026apos;m just an ordinary knight who made it his duty to protect the innocent from the forces of evil.\u0026quot; simultaneously sounding casual and sanctimonious at the same time. \u0026quot;My order consists of hundreds of knights like me. Granted, a lot of them are married, some made oaths of celibacy, and some are still out there for their pri- wait, what did you say? Princess?\u0026quot; he had to stop. \u0026quot;Oh no, no, no.... princesses live in palaces, are subjected to arranged marriages to a high-ranking nobleman, and commoners like me are beneath them. But a dragon? Dragons are smart enough to know, that if they miss with the royal family, retribution will not be soft.\u0026quot; he sure was enthusiastic about explaining the politics of the land he lives in. Then he slipped himself deeper into the water again.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Anyway... I\u0026apos;m not saying that I\u0026apos;m in love with you or anything like that...\u0026quot; an awkward pause, and that is followed by an explanation, in case she misunderstands him and assumes that he\u0026apos;s trying to be tsundere - \u0026quot;... my masters have explained to me the difference between love and lust, love and infatuation. Love grows slowly and gradually over time. Even a couple whose marriage was mandated not by their own free will, but by the will of their parents, can grow to love each other over time. But lust and infatuation, it strikes like a thunderbolt, and goes away, like a thunderbolt. Lust and infatuation are fleeting, but true love is eternal.\u0026quot; An awfully long way to explain to her, that he had a lust for her. A long sentence serving as euphemism. \u0026quot;So if my heart pounds when I see your beauty, it is but a childish and sinful vice.\u0026quot; - so, the people of his world may be somewhat sex-positive with the nudity, but not THAT sex-positive....\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T16:35:40.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580916940,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  sank into the water, using it to shield her body rather than her arms. \u0026quot;Oh so you\u0026apos;re just really t-t-oh...\u0026quot; She blushed and looked away again. \u0026quot;I just really turn you on, huh... heh... you have a strange type...\u0026quot; She splishy splashed the water a bit. \u0026quot;Childish and sinful? So you don\u0026apos;t, uhm... People here don\u0026apos;t... fool around, unless they\u0026apos;re married? N-not that that\u0026apos;s strange, where i\u0026apos;m from it\u0026apos;s kind of normal too, I mean, it\u0026apos;s old fashioned. But proper. You know, shameful for a lady to admit to but... kind of not? Actually thinks are pretty weird about sex where i\u0026apos;m from,\u0026quot; she sank down to her chin in the water, blowing bubbles, looking at him thoughtfully.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T16:50:18.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580917818,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  swam a bit closer to her once again. \u0026quot;Turn what on?\u0026quot; he asked with raised eyebrows, as he once again placed his hand onto her shoulder, hoping that this time, it won\u0026apos;t elicit the same reaction. \u0026quot;Well.... sometimes they do, sometimes they don\u0026apos;t. If two lovers fornicate before their marriage, and they intend to get married, it\u0026apos;s all good. But bastards? Children out of wedlock? Now that\u0026apos;s trouble. Fornicating with whores? Now that\u0026apos;s real trouble.\u0026quot; not exactly. Prostitution is perfectly legal in this kingdom, but there is no health insurance for any of the parties involves, so the clients might as well get used to herpes and syphilis. \u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;In this world, the higher you are up the social ladder, the less likely you are to marry for love. In that regards, we can all be envious of the peasants.\u0026quot; he said, while looking at Moriko, his hand on her shoulder. \u0026quot;If you\u0026apos;re a peasant boy, you get to wed your childhood friend. At worst, you might be forced to marry the daughter of your father\u0026apos;s best friend. But if you\u0026apos;re a noble... if you\u0026apos;re a man or woman of noble blood, you\u0026apos;ll have your father and mother choosing your spouse for you. Lucky for me, I\u0026apos;m a regular commoner. Being a paladin, it is said that I will get promoted to nobility.... but I have no father or mother to choose my spouse for me.\u0026quot; The last part should have been accompanied by laughter, but it was instead said with a more serious, somber tone. For the first time, Stephanus revealed a part of his past to Moriko - a part of his past that troubles him. The fact, that he has no parents. Isn\u0026apos;t that to be expected from a medieval man in his twenties, when life expectancy was supposed to be in the fourties? No. Among other things, Stephanus is an orphan, and the low life expectancy is a myth: once someone makes it to eighteen, there\u0026apos;s a good chance they\u0026apos;ll live to sixty or even eighty.\u003Cbr\u003EAfter finishing the sentence with the somber tone, now he was the one who assumed the thoughtful expression, looking at Moriko\u0026apos;s face, almost even staring. And he went silent.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T16:58:32.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580918312,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;Oh...\u0026quot; she looked away nervously for a moment, before looking back to him. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m sorry. I- I have parents. I haven\u0026apos;t seen them in a while, but uhm... I can\u0026apos;t imagine what it\u0026apos;s like not to... The other stuff isn\u0026apos;t so different where i\u0026apos;m from, I guess. Uhm, parents have a lot of choice in who you marry,\u0026quot; she laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. \u0026quot;I think mine would be glad that I picked anyone at all, with how old I am. You know, Christmas cake, haha... er... w-well no I guess you don\u0026apos;t. See, it\u0026apos;s a joke because...uhm... the 25th of December is a holiday and people buy cakes and...\u0026quot; she trailed off, fidgeting. \u0026quot;Not important I guess. Not anymore. Since i\u0026apos;m here now. M-maybe forever. That\u0026apos;s... pretty scary to think about. Stuck here with no family. B-but you uhm... you know what that\u0026apos;s...\u0026quot; she paused, seeming to slowly come to the realization of her situation - trapped in a foreign country; a foreign world, with nothing and no one. Her eyes widened and started to well up with tears. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m sorry, you just- you just told me something really serious about yourself and here i\u0026apos;m only thinking of me and babbling and stammering like I always do - sorry, sorry, sorry. I\u0026apos;m...\u0026quot; she bit her lip.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T17:08:51.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580918931,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  listened to her story, indicating curiousity with perked up ears. Though none of the new concepts she introduced to him - such as \u0026apos;Christmas\u0026apos;, \u0026apos;December\u0026apos;, etc. - made any sense to him. He rightfully deduced, that Christmas is some kind of great spiritual celebration in her world, and December must be a month in their calendar. \u0026quot;No, no, no, it\u0026apos;s alright... I love listening to your stories...\u0026quot; he tried to calm her down and get her to continue, as he saw her tearing up and apologizing to him for no reason. He tried his best to smile at her, getting in front of her with his hand on her shoulder, stepping even closer in front of her, putting another hand on another shoulder. Almost as if he was intending to kiss her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t want you to ever cry when you are near me. After all, I have made an oath to protect you....\u0026quot; he repeated this unspoken oath once again, even though he wrote no formal oath or anything similar. \u0026quot;I guess while you\u0026apos;re here with me, you will be my fa-....\u0026quot; he tried to say, only to remind himself that they just met. But what followed depended on her reaction. If she seemed lacking in resistance to him, he\u0026apos;d make a bold attempt to kiss her on the forehead. Or the nose. Or even the lips. Whereever he\u0026apos;d land the easiest. But if she was pushing him away, he\u0026apos;d just accept it and move away. He wouldn\u0026apos;t force a kiss on her, only making a move if it looked like she didn\u0026apos;t mind his increased physical proximity - or if that\u0026apos;s what he deduced from her lack of overt resistance.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T17:15:46.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580919346,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  blinking back tears, she shuddered and kissed him, meekly at first as if gently seeking affirmation, then gently placing her hands on his arms and leaning in. She was tipsy and flushed from wine and time in the bath, overwrought from the bizarre situation and the realization she might never be going home again, and at least a bit flattered by his strange attraction to her. She fumbled a bit, inexperienced beyond having read about the best ways to do it, all of which her mind was too foggy to recall. She also forgot her nakedness, her body brushing against his, the stiffening nipples of her heavy breasts scraping against his chest.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T17:21:55.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580919715,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  certainly wasn\u0026apos;t expecting this, but it was a welcome surprise. He embraced his attempt, and kissed her - on the lips. He simply closed his eyes pressed his lips on hers, albeit having a slightly different angle than hers, to make it more comfortable. His arms slided from her shoulders towards the area underneath her breasts, but still above her hips. And they kissed. First it was a regular, somewhat awkward, lips-kiss, but after a few seconds, his red-blooded male instincts took over, he momentarily broke the kiss, only to kiss her once again, but this time with more confidence, and with the intention, of sliding his tongue into her mouth. He was instinctively trying to do a french kiss, and admittedly, it was about as good as it can get for one\u0026apos;s first try, with him starting from a lips-kiss, his tongue forcing an opening, that can either end in just him licking her lips if she doesn\u0026apos;t coperate, or him licking her tongue and making their tongues dance, if she does cooperate.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T17:25:47.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580919947,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  panted softly, whimpering in her throat as their kiss deepened. She slid her tongue with his, pressing her body up against his. The thoughts were squeezed out of her brain by the pounding of blood in her brain, and her earlier shyness was replaces with a needy hunger for affirmation. She squeezed his arms lightly.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T17:30:45.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580920245,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  kept kissing her passionately, as passionately as one may expect. He wasn\u0026apos;t thinking much either. All he had in mind was Moriko and his puppy love for her. She may have been a Christmas cake for men of her own world, but to him, she was a delicate flower to be cherished and protected from the elements. As such, one hand slides up her breast, the other down to her hip. All while kissing her passionately, tongues dancing.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T17:37:21.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580920641,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  moaned softly, arching her back slightly into his touch, nipple digging into his palm juxtaposing itself against the softness of her breast. Her hips were likewise soft, his fingers sinking into supple flesh. \u0026quot;Stephan-\u0026quot; she breathed, twining her arms around him.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T17:45:05.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580921105,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  only took her moaning as encouragement to actually start rubbing her breast, feeling safe with her arms wrapped around him. \u0026quot;Moriko...\u0026quot; he replied to her, breathing heavily between the romantic kisses they were sharing.\n",               "date": "2020-02-05T17:49:58.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1580921398,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  panted, eyes slitted with lust as he cupped her breast. She held onto him for support and nipped at his lips, sliding one leg up against his. Then a thought started to tickle at the back of her admittedly addled mind. \u0026quot;W-wait... this is a public bath-house... S-someone might...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T15:02:22.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581084142,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  kept his hand on her breast, holding her tightly with himself, only enjoying his their legs bruised against one another. He was just about to kiss her once again, until she reminded him to a very important detail. The fact that this is a public bathhousoe. \u0026quot;Oh...\u0026quot; he said, taking a little peak behind Moriko, realizing that the door is closed. If someone wanted to see what was going on, they\u0026apos;d have to peek through the keyhole, but few would make that effort. So he kissed her on the lips once again. The hand he had on her hip slided down towards her buttocks in order to rub it, while the other hand remained firmly on her breast, cupping it. Afterwards, he went on to kiss Moriko\u0026apos;s neck.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T15:05:11.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581084311,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;Stephanus...\u0026quot; she whimpered and squirmed, glancing over her shoulder. Still, she didn\u0026apos;t resist when he kissed her again. Tilting her head to the side to give him better access to her neck, she closed her eyes and sighed breathily, letting him grope and fondle her body. She felt like she should be doing... something. Reciprocating. But she wasn\u0026apos;t sure how, and she was too tipsy to think to do much more than just let him have his way with her. Biting her bottom lip, she ran a hand over his chest. \u0026quot;Couldn\u0026apos;t someone walk in...?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T15:14:55.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581084895,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  did the best he could to shake his head a bit to signal a no to her question. \u0026quot;I locked the door. There\u0026apos;s no chance...\u0026quot; he said, confidently, ignoring the fact that his tavern room\u0026apos;s door was also closed, when Moriko got teleported into it. Which makes his statement a bit ironic. Nevertheless, he groped, fondled and kissed her. He made a small moan her hand made its way on his chest, with him rewarding her with another kiss on the lips. It sure escalated fast, but he couldn\u0026apos;t help it. She was highly attractive, and it was in the spur of the moment. So he kept kissing her, almost having forgotten about why they were here in the first place: to clean themselves. He prolonged his romantic and sexual treatment of her - that is, the kissing, groping and fondling - as he couldn\u0026apos;t really find much to say after all this. In the end, his hands began sliding downwards, the one on her breast going to her hips, him breaking the kiss on the lips only to kiss her on the neck, then on one of her breasts.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T15:20:13.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581085213,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;W-we still need to stop, o-or...\u0026quot; she moaned softly, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his face as he bent to kiss them. She tangled her fingers into his hair, pressing a nipple against his mouth. She wasn\u0026apos;t exactly helping. She didn\u0026apos;t want to stop either. She just thought maybe there was a better place for this- if only she could calm him down. An idea started to form, if she could just gather herself for a moment.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T15:27:27.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581085647,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  didn\u0026apos;t hear the sentence she said. Or just didn\u0026apos;t understand. He was too into the moment, being overwhelmed with her breasts being shoved into his face, with him kissing one of her nipples. Then kissing another. All while her act of getting her fingers into his hair served as an an encouragement for him to keep kissing it, and start suckling, like an infant would at a mother\u0026apos;s breasts. All while both of his hands were now at her buttocks, rubbing gently. He was feeling pleasure, and he was thinking, that he was giving her pleasure. After all, that\u0026apos;s what he deduced from her moans. But if she wanted to stop, he\u0026apos;d stop - just not now, as he hadn\u0026apos;t heard what she said.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T15:31:29.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581085889,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  gently rested her hand on his cheek and pulled away from him, panting, nippling popping free of his mouth. \u0026quot;Okay... just.. just wait a moment...\u0026quot; she panted, biting her lip and looking downward. She rest her hands on his hips and slowly knelt, putting herself eye level with his manhood. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re too excited... i\u0026apos;ll have to take care of you,\u0026quot; she murmured, reaching out to touch him, soft fingers wrapping around his shaft and squeezing lightly. She stroked, slowly. The two of them might both be new at this, but she came from a world with pornography. Lots of dirty, filthy pornography, which she consumed on a regular basis. And she had a hunch that, if nothing else, she could leverage that experience now to... to get a handle on the situation. Leaning close, she nuzzled his hip, planting a kiss there.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T15:41:36.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581086496,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  stopped, looking at her with the same lust he had before. \u0026quot;T-take care of me?\u0026quot; he asked while breathing heavily, but he nevertheless went passive and accepted the treatment she would give him. He started moaning, as she stroked his parts. Unlike her - who came from a world of pornography - what was being done to him was very much new to him. He enjoyed it for sure, but he did not have any learned background on how to react, other than moaning.... so he went ahead, and took his hand onto her head, to reward her for her \u0026apos;services\u0026apos; by rubbing her head. \u0026quot;Aahh....\u0026quot; he moaned, unaware of what was next to come for him. Having his shaft squeezed gave him a strange but very pleasant sensation, this being the first time in his life that anyone has ever touched his manhood - except maybe during his early childhood, when the maids took care of him. Still, he rubbed her head as an encouragement, to go ahead and do what she intends to do.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T15:46:36.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581086796,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s good... j-just... just relax and let me do this...\u0026quot; she murmured, stroking him. With her other hand, she gently caressed his balls, cupping them in her palm, gently rolling and squeezing them. She stroked him until it seemed like he had gotten as hard as he was going to get, then leaned in, breath steaming. She took an experimental lick up the underside, tasting him, getting used to his smell and flavor. Small kisses followed, up and down either side, little flicks of her tongue. She was acclimating herself, working her way up towards taking it into her mouth.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T15:59:13.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581087553,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was already getting hard from all the amorous activities he had done with Moriko, but now she unlocked the potential. He followed her instructions and stood still trying his best to just relax and let her do her \u0026apos;job\u0026apos;. Once again, all the experiences were new to him. Having his testicles squeezed in her soft hands was an experience somewhat comparable to being tickled, albeit in a positive way. It simultaneously felt awkward - or even slightly painful - and pleasurable at the same time, similar to the experience of eating spicy food. That\u0026apos;s the best phrase Stephanus himself could use, to describe what he is going through. A spicy experience. A spicy senssation. The hot air filled with steaming water vapor - coming from water that was full of herbs and salts to aid bathing - didn\u0026apos;t help either. He moaned even louder still, when she took a lick to him. And after the kisses as well. He was enjoying himself very much, but as he had time to think..... he did a little bit of thinking while she was working his manhood into her mouth.\u003Cbr\u003E~ Is this what women do to men they love? ~ he asked himself, as he watched her take his manhood into her mouth, rewarding her with pats and rubs on the head, like a good girl.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:04:36.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581087876,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  found herself enjoying the headpats, as silly as it was. She moaned softly against his erection and went in for the kill. Parting her lips, she sucked the crown into her mouth, softly lapping it with her tongue as she sank lower. She suckled him most of the way into her mouth, till he poked at the back of her throat. She knew there was a way to keep going, but didn\u0026apos;t want to take things too fast and ruin the moment by gagging on him. Besides, it\u0026apos;d give her something to pull on him later. Bobbing her head back up, she took a deep breath, before sinking back down. Up and down, up and down, she carefully worked him over, stroking what was left of him she couldn\u0026apos;t fit into her mouth. As she gained confidence, she picked up speed. She was actually a little proud of herself - she\u0026apos;d only seen this done, and after getting used to the unusual taste it was pretty easy. She looked up at Stephanus through her lashes and moaned softly around his cock.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:10:04.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581088204,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was suddenly overwhelmed with an extasy of pleasure, as Moriko began to put her spell on him by doing something so mundane, as suckling on his manhood. \u0026quot;Aah.... M-Moriko... aaaah....\u0026quot; he moaned her name out, not being able to describe the level of pleasure he has never felt before in his life. The warmth he felt around his manhood. The warmth of her mouth. He certainly did not come just yet, although even if he did, he could have been excused for it for being so inexperienced, and a virgin. But he didn\u0026apos;t. He felt the pleasure, and appreciated it, making it known by moaning, and by rewarding the girl with headpats. \u0026quot;Aah.... y-yes.... ah....\u0026quot; - he felt a bit bad that he couldn\u0026apos;t reciprocate it with anything more than just rubbing her head, but he was just overjoyed with pleasure. In a manner of mere minutes, he was given it in doses he had never gotten it in before. \u0026quot;Ah.... I can\u0026apos;t.... ah....\u0026quot; he moaned.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:15:26.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581088526,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;Mmmhmm,\u0026quot; she hummed around his dick, figuring he must be close. She went faster, lapping at the underside of his dick gently. She braced a hand on his hip to give herself better leverage, before coming up for breath for a moment, panting. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;ll feel something coming, just relax and let it happen when you\u0026apos;re ready,\u0026quot; she whispered before taking him back into her mouth and going back to work. This was an assault meant to bring him to the edge. They could worry about... other things later, back at the inn maybe. She hummed again, sending vibrations down his shaft.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:21:14.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581088874,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  moaned \u0026quot;H-how d-do you know that?\u0026quot; he asked. Yes, he was pretty close to coming, but how did she know that? Was she a prophet who could tell the future? Well, it didn\u0026apos;t matter. He was pretty close to coming, and just a little bit more of her sucking perfectly did the trick of making him, or rather his manhood, erupt like a volcano, releasing all those sticky, milky, white seeds of life straight into the mouth of the person who was suckling on it. He was inexperienced, he had no control, so he just came, and felt especially relaxed after this. \u0026quot;Aahh.... that was....\u0026quot; he breathed heavily, having just achieved the first orgasm in his life. \u0026quot;.... that was amazing!\u0026quot; he congratulated Moriko, still feeling somewhat stiff and relaxed, as if he was frozen in time. And now what?\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:26:48.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581089208,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  sucked harder as the moment approach, feeling him spasm as he groaned louder. She did her best to swallow it as he came, drinking it down despite the bitter taste and strange consistency. Slowly she withdrew, draining the last bit out and licking him clean, gasping for breath and swallowing. \u0026quot;There... there... you should be... calm enough for us to go back to the inn now... in just a moment,\u0026quot; she panted, leaning her head against his stomach. Slowly she drew herself back up, using him as support. \u0026quot;Guess I know some useful things after all...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:31:03.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581089463,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  just smiled, and laughed or chuckled a little \u0026quot;Heh-heh...\u0026quot; as a response to her final sentence. Still, he supported her at getting up, and instinctively dusted himself off, even though he was completely clean, and even wet, having just taken a bath and received a.... he didn\u0026apos;t have a word for it, but in Moriko\u0026apos;s world, they call it a \u0026apos;blowjob\u0026apos;. Then he stretched himself, yawned and asked. \u0026quot;Well then.... now that we\u0026apos;re squeeaky clean, shall we go back to the tavern?\u0026quot; he asked, looking at Moriko and trying to resist the urge to once again rub her head like that of a cat\u0026apos;s.... only to fail and end up patting her head once again. He awaited her answer, and in anticipation of a positive one, he made his way towards the chair that contained his still dry clothes.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:35:37.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581089737,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  she nodded and tilted her head into the pats with a faint smile. \u0026quot;Right... lets go back.\u0026quot; Going to retrieve her cloths - more pajama\u0026apos;s, really - she quickly re-dressed. She mulled over what she had just did, and wondered if it was right. In a weird way, she was taking advantage of him. He was providing for her, and said he\u0026apos;d protect her, and all she was offering in return was, well. Sex. There were unflattering words for women like that back home. But here, maybe it was the natural thing. She pulled her cloths, such as they were, back on and crossed the room to him, linking her arm with his. \u0026quot;OK, i\u0026apos;m ready. Uhm... you don\u0026apos;t have to buy me cloths tomorrow, i\u0026apos;m used to wearing the same thing a few times in a row. But... maybe shoes...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:41:02.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581090062,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  dressed up a little bit slower than Moriko, but that was to expected, as his fashion was far more archaic and made with the tailor in mind, rather than the wearer: in other words, it was easy to manufacture, not so easy to wear and take on. There were no zip-ties, only a solid piece of clothing to pull up. \u0026quot;Rready.\u0026quot; he proclaimed once he was ready, looking at his hand. Afterwards, he went in front of her, taking his hand onto her shoulder. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll still want to give you something special tomorrow.\u0026quot; he said, kissing her on the forehead. \u0026quot;But let\u0026apos;s go.\u0026quot; he finished, taking her hand, leading her to the door, taking out the key to unlock it. He had everything necessary with himself, getting out of the building back into the main hall - which was just as steamy as the room itself - and finally, finally outside, into the night.... or rather, the evening. Then back to the tavern accross the road, and accross the stairs, back to their room. It was a short journey only taking a literal one or two minutes, and they were back exactly where the story started: in their room, whose door was locked once again by Stephanus, this time with Moriko being a witness to it. Then he made a sigh of relief.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Now.... we\u0026apos;re finally back. This sure was a busy evening, wasn\u0026apos;t it?\u0026quot; he asked the question, trying to bury the fact, that they have gotten together so fast, despite practically having only just met. Yet, to him, it already felt like they were a couple. He made an oath to protect her and provide for her. He even made a promise to buy her a gift tomorrow.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:46:39.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581090399,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "Grandfolk, High Elven Bathhouse"    },    {        "posts": [            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  she actually took time to look around the room now that she wasn\u0026apos;t in a panic, sitting down on the bed. \u0026quot;It was. I\u0026apos;m sorry I\u0026apos;ve uhm, interrupted your life, a bit. Maybe the mages guild will be excited to meet me, though. Maybe they\u0026apos;ll reward you for \u0026apos;finding\u0026apos; me. I know you don\u0026apos;t care about that kind of thing, but it\u0026apos;d make me feel better to know I was helping you somehow. Uhm... in a practical way,\u0026quot; she added with a blush, looking down at her feet. \u0026quot;And then we\u0026apos;ll have to figure out what to do next.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:52:26.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581090746,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded to her statements, listening to all of them in order, before replying. \u0026quot;I can\u0026apos;t say you\u0026apos;ve interrupted anything. My life is basically.... let\u0026apos;s just say that I protect the innocent and weak, take my payment, drink wine, get bathed, go to sleep, rinse and repeat. Was today any different?\u0026quot; he asked, laughing. Well, to be fair, he didn\u0026apos;t need to use his sword, or his magic to protect her yet. He didn\u0026apos;t need to kill any monsters to protect his beloved Moriko. He didn\u0026apos;t need to slay any necromancers to ensure the survival of his newfound romantic interest. And he hopes it will stay that way. \u0026quot;Help me in a practical way.... If I had a permanent residence, I\u0026apos;d ask you to be my wife and.... you know, cook for me, clean up the house, bear my children....\u0026quot; he said it so casually, but if the last three words made her shocked, he\u0026apos;d quickly salvage the situation by saying \u0026apos;Just kidding\u0026apos;. Nevertheless, in either case, he continued \u0026quot;... ah yes, that reminds me. I typically hang out either here, or at the barracks of the headquarters. And I can\u0026apos;t have you coming with me on my dangerous missions, otherwise I\u0026apos;d expose you to mortal danger...\u0026quot; he was effectively thinking out loud.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T16:57:40.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581091060,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;W-well I don\u0026apos;t really know how to cook...and I was never very good at cleaning... I guess I can try to learn both... But- right, where do I go? I probably can\u0026apos;t... stay with you there\u0026quot; She folded her hands and rubbed her thumbs against each other, thinking. \u0026quot;So we have to figure out where I can go... maybe the mages guild will have an answer.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T17:15:47.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581092147,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  shakes his head at the mention of the Mages Guild. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll have to buy a house for us to live in, it\u0026apos;s that simple, sweetheart.\u0026quot; he smiled at her, even though it wasn\u0026apos;t really that simple. But still, he was trying to be optimistic. \u0026quot;The Mages Guild will probably have an ansawer though, for our.... situation.\u0026quot; he said, in regards to how she got here, whether she has any chances of going home, or anything like that. Figures they\u0026apos;ll only have to worry about it if she has to stay. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s just remain optimistic. The worst we can do is to despair. If we keep thinking positively, we\u0026apos;ll surely figure something out.\u0026quot; he told her, once again kissing her forehead and rubbing her head. Then going for a kiss on her lips, because he couldn\u0026apos;t resist the urge.\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T17:19:07.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581092347,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  She sighed, patting his cheek in return. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re attitude is way too optimistic, you really do need someone to keep an eye on you,\u0026quot; she murmured, kissing him back. \u0026quot;I guess I can do that at least, however long I might be here... You know there are stories like this where I come from... Uhm, actual stories not the... bad novels I read. People travel to some faerie world or into the past or future... And they spend a life time there, until they come back, and it\u0026apos;s only been an hour since they left. Uhm, well that or they\u0026apos;re only gone a night and they come back and it\u0026apos;s a hundred years later and everyone they ever knew is dead but- the point is, I guess I shouldn\u0026apos;t worry, about home. Even if I never get back, maybe it\u0026apos;ll be like I never left. Or something.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe paused, poking her fingers together. \u0026quot;So uhm, about the bath-house. I\u0026apos;ve never... done that before and uhm- I know you enjoyed it, but it was very intimate. So I hope you don\u0026apos;t think i\u0026apos;m some kind of...loose woman. This is all just very emotional and sudden for me and it\u0026apos;s all happening so fast and I just needed someone... someone too, well... Well you know. Anyway I just wanted to calm you down so we could get back here. Maybe we should go to bed. Or... we could start again, now that we\u0026apos;re inside a room. Alone.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-07T17:41:55.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581093715,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  smiled as a response to her cheek-patting. \u0026quot;I have heard stories of.... people who travel between worlds. We call them \u0026apos;Planeswalkers\u0026apos;, or something like that. But usually, they\u0026apos;re no ordinary people like you and me. They are always portrayed as something extreme, good or bad, but extreme: either saviors of the world, or as harbringers of absolute destruction, but never anything in the middle. Our world has been visited by outsiders several times. The Demons came to our world from gates twice already. In their superstitious myths and legends, the Dwarves came that they hailed from the skies. Even the Lizardmen claim, that they were once ruled over and oppressed by people who also came from the skies. But I\u0026apos;ve never heard of one of our leaving this world.... at least, none that came back, to say the least.\u0026quot; he told her his side of the story on the traveling between worlds business.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I.... It\u0026apos;s my first time too.... I. I\u0026apos;m usually not like that. I\u0026apos;ve never even laid my hands on a woman like that. Like the way I.... did.... with you. If you are a loose woman, then I must be a very loose man.... I\u0026apos;m sorry. I just.... you know.\u0026quot; he tried to explain that to him, it was the same as to her. A new experience. But his ears definitely did perk up to the idea of starting it once again. \u0026quot;S-sure, let\u0026apos;s do it again!\u0026quot; he replied to her with enthusiasm. After all, they had a bed. A bed that they were going to share anyway. Except that he still was lacking in experience, and in essentials like \u0026apos;protection\u0026apos;. He never received sex education, among other things. It was all just instincts to him.\n",               "date": "2020-02-08T14:25:34.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581168334,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  bit her lip, thinking. \u0026quot;Ok, let me see... what can we do that won\u0026apos;t need condoms. Wonder if those mages know any prophylactics.\u0026quot; She took his hand and guided him to sit down next to her. \u0026quot;I guess... well, lets learn to just touch each other, first. You were doing a good job at the bath. But I mean... down there.\u0026quot; She blushed, untying her pajama bottoms again and hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her pants and underwear, shimming them down her hips, carefully stepping out each leg.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T12:31:29.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581247889,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  sat down right next to her, and listened as she was talking. \u0026quot;I-I was?\u0026quot; he asked, somewhat embarassed, as she congratulated him for \u0026apos;having done a good job at the bath\u0026apos;. Luckily for Stephanus, Moriko is well aware of the risks of pregnancy, and is capable of exercising caution and discretion. At first, he didn\u0026apos;t exactly know what she meant by \u0026apos;down there\u0026apos;.... but as he saw her undress once again, he understood - or he thought he understood. He nodded to her, looking at her face first, noticing her blush, then down at her undressing body. Down there. She wants him to.... do the same as she did to him? That\u0026apos;s the only thing he can imagine, so he waits for her to get into a position where he can just lean and start to lick. Because that\u0026apos;s what he assumes that she wants - as she didn\u0026apos;t say explicitly. But maybe she will disambiguate. Nevertheless, he takes off his shirt, but not pants or underwear. \u003Cbr\u003EThen he suddenly remembers what she said first - \u0026apos;Let\u0026apos;s just start to touch each other first\u0026apos;. So he starts by taking his hand onto her leg, rubbing it gently.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T12:38:10.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581248290,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  nodded, resting her hand on top of his, guiding it up and down her thigh. \u0026quot;My breasts are sensitive, especially my nipples. My ear lobes - not as much as yours. The real place though is obviously... well.\u0026quot; She guided his hand upward, to her soft mound, rubbing his fingertips against it. \u0026quot;Ah- t-that\u0026apos;s... there... S-so the mm, the outside lips are sensitive and get puffy when I get going... and this is my clit, iiiittt\u0026apos;s very sensitive s-so be careful with it,\u0026quot; she panted, blushing at how very... instructional it all was, but seeing the need to let him know how she worked. \u0026quot;And then when they- I... feel wet, you can work a finger or two inside, and just slide... Men get hard, women get... wet,\u0026quot; she bit her lip, rocking her hips against his hand, which she was basically using to masturbate herself with.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T12:46:59.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581248819,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded, having felt like a whole new book was opened to him. He was never taught anything like this before! He had a hard time understanding even his own male anatomy - at least, anything outside what people intuitively figure out - so this whole new female anatomy was even newer. Still, he processed the information: breasts are sensitive, that one he has already figured out in the bath. Necks too, something she neglected to mention. Earlobes as well, though he didn\u0026apos;t explore that region before. But apparently, the real deal was her mound, the same place where his staff of life seeds be. Got it, so for both men and women, the thing between their legs must be the most sensitive part. But wait, there\u0026apos;s more! As Moriko explained to Stephanus, it gets even more complicated, and he has to be careful. \u0026quot;Aah... g-got it....\u0026quot; he said, as he was basically involuntarily fingering her, courtesy of the way she guided his hand and his fingers, effectively using it as a masturbation tool. Men like him get hard, women like her get wet. And apparently, both get sweaty.... right? Then he remembered some of the \u0026apos;romantic\u0026apos; arts he has seen in books that showed men putting their rods into the mounds. Is that how children are made? He wondered. But he had no real time to think and wonder.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Got it, so I just do it like this....\u0026quot; he said, rubbing his fingertips against the outer lips of her mound, effectively teasing it by rubbing it softly. Which was borderline fingering if she kept rocking her hips up and down. \u0026quot;Do men also do the.... you know, what you did?\u0026quot; he asked while fingering her weakly. His question was somewhat ambiguous though. He was obviously referring to oral sex as a whole, if men licked out women\u0026apos;s wombs the same way women sucked men off. But the way he worded it could be misunderstood to be referring to homosexual oral sex between men.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T12:55:32.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581249332,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;Y-yes\u0026quot; she breathed, \u0026quot;Sometimes. I mean - you mean, touch each other with their mouths, right? Because obviously girls don\u0026apos;t have...\u0026quot; she breathed, \u0026quot;yes, you\u0026apos;d... lick it, with your tongue, slide it inside... Women are more sensitive inside,\u0026quot; she retreated back onto the bed curling her legs up and spreading them. She reached between her legs and fingered herself, displaying her womanhood for him, blushing. \u0026quot;Some people don\u0026apos;t like the taste... it can be weird... Thats why I had to ... had to get ready for you in the bath, before I just dove in. So I could get used to the taste, and wouldn\u0026apos;t gag.\u0026quot; This felt strange. Really strange. She fingered herself faster, trying not to dwell on it.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T13:03:29.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581249809,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  knew that this was an obvious invitation for him to return the favour and perform oral on her. And that is what he did. As she curled onto the back of the bed and spread her legs, he crawled after her, leaning his head above her mound, and starting it by planting a kiss on the outer lips of her feminine cave of wonders. Sure, it was really strange. He gave it a good lick, and started the whole licking process. As expected, he wasn\u0026apos;t exactly good at it, and he was going all over the place. It had a strange metallic, even salty taste. It was acidic. But he kept licking it nevertheless, returning the favour to her. He licked it like ice cream, and wasn\u0026apos;t sure if that was the intended way of going about it, but that is what he did nevertheless. And he was hoping that it would make her moan. Then he tried to slide his tongue inside, as much as he could - and the weird taste would get even stronger, making him retract the first time, only to slide it back again. This was weird. Really weird. But he had to repay her favour.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T13:09:31.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581250171,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  whimpered softly as he started licking. \u0026quot;That feels... really good,\u0026quot; she moans, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair, rocking hips up towards his face. She squirmed, trying not to squeeze her thighs too tightly around his head. \u0026quot;Yeah.. like that...rhythmically... there\u0026apos;s places inside that are even more sensitive b-but... they\u0026apos;re hard to find. God, just like that, yes... good boy,\u0026quot; she found herself moaning strange things, grinding against him and panting. \u0026quot;When you... feel me tightening up, i\u0026apos;m close to climaxing, l-like you did... there\u0026apos;ll be some fluid b-but not as much as yours...ah~ you don\u0026apos;t have to..\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T13:14:40.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581250480,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  said absolutely nothing - he just kept licking, albeit it was difficult. Sadly, no amount of instruction from her would help him find those hidden places inside her cave of wonders, at least, not intentionally. His tongue was like a blind drill, it just went all over the place with little regard to anything, colliding and gliding, He more or less got to her clitoris and had his tongue swirl around it, but overall, it was more hit-and-miss. Still, her words of encouragement did serve their purpose in defeating his initial aversion to the weirdness of it all, and embrace the idea of licking her out, even if it felt somewhat gross. He was doing his best to overcome the challenge and pleasure her. Thankfully, she also helped him with grinding against him, which at first exposed more of his mouth to more of her feminine liquids, but also helped him slide his tongue even deeper - as deep as it could possibly go. And the licking continued. The salty, metallic taste of it all was giving his tongue and mouth strange tingles, as if he was being tickled - and if he felt like being tickled, he wondered how did she feel. He did hear her moan, which was a good sign to him. And she did rub his head, the same way he rubbed hers at the time. So all in all, he was encouraged, and he followed the encouragement to drill. The tongue was on the clitoris.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T13:21:12.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581250872,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  closed her eyes and focused on the sensations, reaching down to finger her clit as he ate her out, dueling with his tongue for the space. Feeling herself heat up, she started to tighten, stomach fluttering. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t stop don\u0026apos;t stop, coming, coming soon don\u0026apos;t stop, keep going, oh, oh- mnnnnhhh~!\u0026quot; she whimpered, hips bucking irregularly as she came with a gasp, face flush.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T13:30:54.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581251454,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  naturally went along with all the encouragement, licking and licking, drilling and drilling, having his face glued to her mound, eating her out as much as he humanely could. He was even starting to somewhat lose his breath, but he kept going. He was resolved that he would keep going until she orgasmed, until she released all those liquids, until she did what he did. If she pleased him once before, he had to plesae her too. His tongue kept drilling at her clit, him not even really noticing the strange, weird taste of her bodily fluids anymore. He just kept going, and going, waiting for something to happen.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T13:34:15.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581251655,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  \u0026quot;Coming!\u0026quot; She cried, tightening her grip in his hair, reaching orgasm and releasing a small gush. She slumped back onto the bed panting, chest rising and falling rapidly, feeling tingly and light headed. She kept stroking his head, scratching behind his ears, even as she momentarily dozed.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T13:37:38.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581251858,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  felt his face splashed with all the bodily liquids her mound ejected at him - a small gush. It was weird, but this was in the middle of the moment. He slowly raised his head, finally being able to catch some air - so he breathed heavily. This, after she stroked his head. \u0026quot;Did I.....\u0026quot; he breathed heavily. \u0026quot;... did I do good?\u0026quot; he asked her, still breathing heavily, looking straight at her and her undressed body. Only after much internal deliberation - and a few more seconds of heavy breathing and hesitation - would he crawl next to Moriko, placing his hand onto her torso, rubbing it gently. This was his first time making a woman climax in his life. He was still breathing heavily. But he looked at her with an endearing smile. For two people who met this day, they sure seem to have formed a close bond. So he would start rubbing her cheek as well.\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T13:42:10.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581252130,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Morioka Moriko  pulled off her shirt, feeling hot and sticky. Probably should have done this before visiting the bath house, but who plans for this kind of thing? Or any of this, really. She put her arms around Stephanus, sighing. \u0026quot;Yes, you did a good job. I\u0026apos;ll have to figure out how we can... well. We can\u0026apos;t do too much more besides touch each other like this, without a risk of me getting pregnant. Unless I try it in the-- well, lets not go there. But uhm... thank you,\u0026quot; she smiled, closing her eyes, feeling cozy. \u0026quot;I kinda wanna sleep now... we\u0026apos;ll see what tomorrow brings...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T14:03:11.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581253391,                "user": "Morioka Moriko"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded to her. \u0026quot;Yes.... who knows what tomorrow brings.\u0026quot; he told her, rubbing her cheek before closing his eyes while laying right next to her. But he did not mind what she said about not being able to do much besides touching each other and kissing. After all, he was still a virgin, a man who hasn\u0026apos;t inserted his staff of life seeds into any woman\u0026apos;s mound before. And he was not a sex-crazed maniac, but a hopeless romantic, who would have been perfectly fine with just kissing to begin with, if it wasn\u0026apos;t for the fact, that the instincts took over: for both of them. But either way, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, and made his attempt to sleep. Surely, the lantern will not be much of an obstacle to their slumber. Still, he reached for the blanket to cover both him and Moriko, as he would begin to drift into his slumber on the bed he was sharing with this woman - for the first time in his life ever. There are no alarm clocks, so the two of them will be sleeping rather easily, having an ample amount of opportunity to dream about things to come. And for Stephanus, that would be dreams of being made into a noble, marrying Moriko and venturing into an old, ruined castle to renovate it and make it his home. He was a rather silent sleeper, who didn\u0026apos;t make much of a noise when sleeping. But what about Moriko? Did she snore?\n",               "date": "2020-02-09T14:11:05.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1581253865,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "Grandfolk, The Left Hand of Salashi"    } ]