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Though he didn't necessarily agree with the decision, it was decided after a few days of consultation, including with the culprit, that her punishment would be working for the brothel's proprietress for five years. In essence, she had become a criminal slave, but since the contract that bound her to serve offered various protections, she couldn't be mistreated too severely or forced to take on clients. Instead, she was made to cook, clean, and do laundry for sixteen hours a day, six days a week.

Since the culprit herself had a say in her punishment, the reaction from the community was largely positive. Some were vehemently against the idea of slavery, but as most prisons, excluding those that didn't simply torture and mistreat their prisoners, compelled them to do manual labor, it wasn't too difficult to convince people it was a light punishment. After all, while she only got to keep half her salary, the rest going to her victim, the culprit still received compensation for her work. And, so long as she had permission, she was even allowed to walk around and interact with others rather than spend her sentence behind bars or in isolation...

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As their paths had crossed while Leon was lounging in the Menagerie, Hilda was skillfully rolling and bouncing her hips atop his dick with flushed-faced determination as he affectionately caressed her smooth, near-perfectly round ass. She had stumbled across him while he was in the middle of cuddling and receiving a coordinated blowjob from Sylvia, Luna, and a few other Eeveelutions, so since their gazes had met, it was only natural that she joined in.

"Nnaaaaaaa..."

Hearing the familiar sound, Leon couldn't help rolling his eyes while Hilda raised her brows in surprise, persisting with her movements as she looked at the emerging Nanachi and asked, "Nanachi? Did you want to join in...?"

"Please, spare me..." replied Nanachi, the upper half of their face flushed from embarrassment as they scratched the back of their head, met Leon's gaze, and explained, "I was just told by one of the Maids that Sir Mordred wanted to speak with you. It seems that the portal to the Eighth Floor has been opened..."

'That was fast...' thought Leon, as it had only been five, going on six days since they started exploring the Seventh.

"Was the Maid still waiting when you came over...?" asked Leon, placing his hands on Hilda's hips and taking over by bucking his hips, prompting her to bite her lips and sit flush against him so he could do as he pleased.

"She was..." confirmed Nanachi, their face becoming even more flushed as they watched Hilda's breasts bounce in response to Leon's increased pace, the sound of their hips smacking together producing a loud, lewd, and wet sound...

Though he was tempted to have Nanachi stick around to see the intense orgasm Hilda was about to experience, Leon supplied a curt nod and said, "Then go and have them report to Mordred that I'll be with her in the next half hour to an hour..."

"Half an hour..." repeated Hilda, a bead of sweat trickling down her cheek as her pussy had already started to spasm, the glowing pink heart above her womb filled to the brim and pulsing each time his glans stamped her cervix. She and Leon usually had quickies or casual fucks, so the thought of going at it for half an hour or longer caused her body to shudder as her pussy clenched like a vice...

"U-Understood..." responded Nanachi, taking one last look at Hilda before swallowing aloud, turning around, and beating a hasty retreat on all fours. Shortly after that, the sound of Hilda's exceptionally loud, sensual scream reached their rabbit-like ears, causing them to stop and sit in a squatting posture for several seconds before shaking their head, slapping the sides of their face, and continuing on their way...

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"Did I interrupt you having fun...?" asked Mordred, lying face-down atop a massage table with the human-sized Puck running his paws up and down her back in a chopping motion.

"Yes, but I didn't let it stop me," replied Leon, making his way over and, as usual, substituting Puck as Mordred's masseur. He had gotten 'very' good at using his hands, but as he was curious to see if [Gratificiation(A)] would evolve once he attained the next rank, he rarely passed on an opportunity to grind it.

"Merlin's saggy nut sack...that 'really' hits the spot..." groaned Mordred, feeling like putty in Leon's hands but not minding in the slightest as she trusted him almost implicitly at this point.

"Did you already check out the Eighth Floor, or did you return immediately after clearing the Seventh...?" asked Leon, mesmerized by the structure of Mordred's back and refined musculature as he traced the middle finger of his left hand along her spine, leaving behind a faint, glowing pink trail as a heart-shaped pattern invariably appeared on the small of her back.

"We...we didn't venture too far, but we took a look inside and secured the area..." replied Mordred, her eyes closed, brows lightly furrowed as a rosy hue gradually permeated her cheeks.

"Did you encounter any monsters...?" asked Leon, his tone softening as he affectionately traced the dimples above Mordred's ass.

"No...but the Floor itself is strange..." replied Mordred, her words gaining a seductive undertone as she explained, "The area around the entry portal is a small, white-sand island roughly a hundred meters across. The center had a bit of vegetation but nothing worth harvesting. As for the rest of the Floor, it appears to be an endless stretch of sea. We were able to confirm the existence of other islands by surveilling from the air, but nothing much larger than the one we started on..."

"Sounds like a job for me and Latia..." mused Leon, moving his left hand to Mordred's ass, skillfully kneading the usually firm cheek as if it were a ball of soft mochi. However, as Mordred would get pissed if he took things too far and compelled her to climax during a massage, he eventually gave it a light smack before returning his focus to her back...

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Though others would need to clear the hundred-room challenge of the Seventh Floor before they could access the Eighth, Leon, and though she was temporarily forced to enter her Pokeball, Latia was able to teleport to it directly from the entrance.

"Oh...?"

Looking around as he pulled Latia's Pokeball from Storage, Leon couldn't help thinking the tiny island would serve as a great location for a resort as the beaches were pristine and the encircling sea was a beautiful shade of pale, bluish-green. Assuming nothing too dangerous lived in the shallows, it was perfect for swimming, observing the girls play beach volleyball, or simply admiring them in their bikinis.

Exiting the Pokeball in her Pokeform, Latia didn't seem to care about their surroundings as she immediately zipped over to Leon to hug and rub her cheek against his. Her Pokeball's interior was warm and pleasant, but she preferred being outside with him.

'This is a good opportunity...' thought Leon, exchanging a lengthy kiss with Latia before pulling out Kyrie's Pokeball and releasing her into the shallows. He had learned that she could fly if she wanted, but since it took a considerable amount of effort, she preferred being released into water, particularly salt water.

'How long has it been...?' asked Kyrie, swimming close and bumping her snout against Leon's chest as he stood in the shallows with Latia floating over his shoulder.

"A few weeks..." replied Leon, answering truthfully even though, from Kyrie's perspective, it had only been a few seconds. He had offered to let her and her sister create an island for themselves outside the Tower, but as she didn't like being apart from him and wanted to be available when he needed her, she dwelled within her Pokeball, temporally suspended in his Storage.

'This place is strange...' said Kyrie, preempting Leon's inquiry by adding, 'There is no life besides the tiny creatures that live inside other creatures here...'

Blinking in surprise, Leon resisted the temptation to ask if she was telling the truth, instead affirming, "That is strange..." He knew Kyrie wouldn't go out of her way to lie to him, but since her senses extended thousands of kilometers through bodies of water, it felt...unsettling to learn there were only microbial lifeforms present.

Noticing the sky beginning to darken due to the effects of Kyrie's power, Leon raised his gaze skyward, briefly considering having her return to her Pokeball before looking to Latia and asking, "Can you start mapping from the air? I'm going to swim around with Kyrie for a bit."

"Leave it to me~!" replied Latia, feeling slightly disappointed that Kyrie was eating into her time with Leon but not agonizing over it as she knew her bigger blue sister didn't get nearly as much time to spend with him as she did. Thus, while Leon entered Kyrie to help keep her power in check and explore the peculiar sea, Latia took to the sky, speeding through the air at Mach 4.2 in order to map as much of the Floor as she could before the day ended, allowing her to receive an especially big reward once they returned home...

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As Kyrie had suggested, the Eighth Floor was seemingly devoid of all life except for a few microbes, bacteria, algae, and plants. Fortunately, the sample Leon brought back for analysis turned out to be harmless, so the leading theory was that the Floor's theme was survival as the sun stayed in the same position, and there were virtually no resources to be found on any of the tiny islands.

Since they couldn't explore nearly as freely as Leon could, the Crimson Valkyries and other Squads forming the Frontier Expedition focused on simply reaching the Floor and constructing the resort he envisioned while he, Latia, Kyrie, and Cynthia's Latios mapped the incredibly vast Floor.

Similar to how Purgatoria looped if you flew or sailed in one direction for more than thirty kilometers, traveling straight from the Eighth's and other Floor's entry portals would invariably bring you back to them. 

Taking advantage of this phenomenon, similar to circumnavigating a globe, Leon was able to ascertain that the Eighth Floor was a ludicrous 20,000km in diameter. The second largest Floor they had explored was the second Pokemon-themed Floor, which was only 4,600km in diameter, so were it not for the Quest that appeared after someone had spent more than twenty fours hours on the Floor, mandating they remain and survive for twenty-nine more days, they could have been stuck there a 'very' long time...

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"What's the point of coming to the beach if you're just going to lay in the shade all day?" asked a raspy, somewhat snobbish voice as something heavy yet soft and springy pressed down on Leon's bulge, prompting him to open his eyes and find a long, vermillion-haired girl with notable abs seated atop him in a flowery blue bikini. Her ass was remarkably round, and her breasts were well-shaped, but Leon maintained a largely neutral expression as he remarked, "Eris...aren't you supposed to be saving up to summon your family and the boy you like...?"

"Oh, come on..." said Eris. "Rudy isn't even here right now, and I'm tired of being one of the only people in the Crimson Valkyries who isn't an 'official' member. Besides, I'm an 'adult' now, even by your stupid standards. I can make my own decisions..."

"Mmmm...fair enough..." replied Leon, giving the ponytailed redhead's left ass cheek a light smack. She interpreted this to mean they were going to have sex right there on the beach, but even though there were a bunch of people playing volleyball fewer than twenty meters away, Eris placed her hands on Leon's chest and raised her ass with a tense yet expectant look on her face.

"First things first..." whispered Leon, narrowing his eyes into a smoldering look as he caressed Eris's slit through the fabric of her bikini, stating, "Let me see your resolve..." before sticking out his tongue.

Though she was initially confused, Eris eventually figured out what Leon wanted her to do, her body trembling slightly as she leaned in to give him a deep, inexperienced kiss. She initially only wanted to have sex, but as a result of Mordred's conditioning, she felt compelled to do whatever it took to meet her Lord and Master's expectations...

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