Buying Knowledge And Hearts

After getting up, Ciemnosc the Polite carried both beauties that weren't even like feathers or as heavy as a cicada's wings for the current Ciemnosc, right into the bathroom to spend some more 'content time' together. Splashes and kissing sounds, especially from both girls' mouths eating each other's faces and throats out, sounded and sounded, while they used even their tummies and buttcheeks to give him some love back.

They didn't dare use their cracks though and with their expertise as well as their small but helpful cultivation levels, no errors occurred to the good and well being of Ciemnosc's conscience of not 'cheating' on his future wives. Because though his Mother said that many would be alright if they are all truly worthy of her son when one could get only one such devoted and infatuated partner, why not more, ey?

After bathing for about a couple hours due to some beauties getting dirty over and over again, it was breakfast time. The spoiled Ciemnosc, of course, felt at home with both totally naked beauties working at home, making breakfast for him together as they teased him visually with some touches here and there which they were goddamn good at doing to one another.

Once breakfast time came, they both knelt at his sides, totally different from their behavior from the day before. And, to put it bluntly, not even they themselves knew why they now behaved as such. After Ciemnosc made them sit on the chairs around the table and eat with him, they wolfed down their dishes and then waited for Ciemnosc, who ate slowly and with tranquility while looking through the large windows.

…The king-like silly boy, at last, came down from his vip floor and arrived at the reception afternoon finally came, and the young woman from before already waiting for him, while another young man appeared at her side behind the reception desk.

“...Hellow, good late morning, sir!” The young woman said, showing an incomparably great countenance, youthful, full of vigor, and exuding natural charm. Ciemnosc looked at her and nodded, accompanied by the pair of beauties at each of his sides. He made his way towards the few small cases placed on top of the reception desk.

“Are these mine?” Noticing that these things were way too small for all the things he sold and for the ‘currency’ being the same as gold coins, Ciemnosc asked with a tilted head, to which the young woman responded after enviously glaring at the pair of ‘guides’ at his sides. “Mhm! Since the number of resources for each type was too much, they were directly sold at the price of Powerful Stones instead of gold coins.”

“These will be very helpful if sir wants to look around Warmlord City and get some things that will be very helpful for any cultivator. They are also very well received in organizations for both trading and training.” The young woman narrowed her eyes and responded, attracting the young man beside her, making the old man from yesterday in the corner roll his eyes upwards and shake his head indiscernibly…

“Oh, okay then. Thanks~.” Ciemnosc, a brand new man in this world, said as he went over to pick his also new cases up. Meanwhile, the pair of servants beside him went to the reception desk and picked their own little bag containing their part thanks to their ‘Master’ generosity. The half-cow took her part from the female clerk while Samina, the kitten, from the young man.

Slap!

“Hum,” the moment the young man tried to ambiguously caress the half-cat beauty’s hands with his fingers as he passed the little bag rather ostentatiously. Samina slapped the shit out of his hands and left bloody scratches on his skin, which he then hurriedly hid under the reception desk, all while Ciemnosc picked his cases up and tried opening them…naturally not knowing how to.

“Ah, like this, Master. Ehe.” With a clicking sound, the Power Energy came out of Ciemnosc’s right thumb and index finger, which opened two cases at the same time by being pressed against a certain little device on top of it as if they were some handprint lock. Samina added as she smiled at him, “Because these are a combination of technology and Craftsmanship. One doesn’t need to be of a high Realm to send their Power Energy into it, just like the Powerful Stone calling device upstairs.”

Her eyes narrowed beautifully, Ciemnosc raised his left eyebrow somewhat, having gained a tiny bit more information from her words. He instantly felt a bit more bloated from his link between his Psychogenic and Dantian, which he controlled a few moments later while closing the cases.

Looking at the female clerk, Ciemnosc nodded and even gave her a little smile, he made her eyes tremble with dizziness before even talking to her. “Thank you, I will now go out and see the city for myself. Oh, if you see anything new or receive reports from an organization, please do tell me.”

“Of course, darling~.” The young woman beautifully responded, kicking the young man hiding behind the reception desk a bit more as he felt pained still by Samina’s claws. At last, Ciemnosc nodded and left the Golden Warm Hotel with the pair of beauties at his side. While they were leaving, Ciemnosc could hear the young woman’s shouts at the young man, who was then chased out of the hotel…ah.

Meanwhile, Ciemnosc was walking down the streets, suddenly holding onto Samina’s hands and letting her fingers extend out. With a naturally curious tone, he spoke in a soft tone. “How sharp and hard are your claws? Can you always keep them out or in? Also, can you always hide them and take them out however you wish?”

“Ehehehe, my Master, are you curious? Were my nails that nice before? Hmm~?” With her naughty tone, even Ciemnosc’s legs were threatened to turn wobbly, also numb. With all of his blood rushing ‘there’. But with his conscience intact, he looked up at her, his darkest eyes mercilessly staring into her eyes with serenity as hers turned watery still.

“I really liked their effect just now, sure. They were used very nicely, too.” - “...” His words were as impactful as his eyes, and when Samina was lightly tapped on her back by Aola’s tail did she finally woke up and blushed, very rare for someone with a job such as hers.

“They actually weren’t this ‘capable’ before,” Samina said, her head hung a little low as she hid her blush that was previously only used when in the middle of ‘such’. “In fact, I just wanted to slap away that fool’s attempts. Most newcomers at that hotel think of themselves as bosses, some make it through their ranks with their dicks, others with their own skills- out of the bed, of course.”

“How do you know?” Ciemnosc kept staring at her directly. She couldn’t escape his gaze and could only tell honestly from her heart’s deepest corners. “I was a girl like that clerk from before…I am hundreds of years old, you know? I was young before…”

“Mmm, I see…” Not commenting anything on it and not seeming like a child at all. Ciemnosc held her hand with his right hand while his left hand held Aola’s right hand instead. Before long, as they were both kinda new to being held hand by hand they finally arrived at a blacksmith’s shop.

Step, tiling~ tiling~.

Stepping into the shop, which according to his beauties it was bound to be the best around, just not the most luxurious. Ciemnosc heard bells the moment the door closed and that alone, though of a much lower level of ingenious, this creation still made him turn around and look at the top of the door with a tilted head and curious, darkest pools as his eyes.

“Ah. Girls, welcome. New customer?” From his back came the voice of a mature man. Ciemnosc turned around to see his beauties leaning against the glass counter, greeting a tall, bulky but not fat nor overly bulky man that looked in his thirties but seemed to be much older at the same time.

“Mm~ no, this is our Master wanting to come and buy the best things in the city!” Samina answered. Her answers made the calm and even fatherly-like blacksmith shocked. Which he then hid 2 seconds later and looked at Ciemnosc a bit differently.

“What are you looking for, boy?” Being read out directly about his true age, like a few others had managed to do despite his obviously tricky appearance, Ciemnosc smiled naturally towards him before looking to the deepest ends of the shop. His voice was still as cute and sweet as always.

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“Swords, blades in general.” Ciemnosc’s answer surprised the girls, who never saw him carry any of such weapons around, and that reminded them of how much ‘loot’ he had gained and of what kind as well. Aola and Samina looked at each other, smiled, and then turned towards the man who was pretty much the blacksmith of this shop alone.

“Father Lyono, he is very powerful. He can get Spirit Heart-Links from even Spiritual Condensation Realm Creatures!” Aola said, followed by Samina, who showed a kitty’s cutest face and in a tone that was equally heart melting. “Give him the best you got, Father Lyono. Even if it is a Mortal weapon, he can take it!”

“Ah. Really?” Doubtful, ‘Father’ Lyono looked at Ciemnosc, who began walking towards the other end of the shop, watching the several pieces of weaponry he himself had forged through the years. Ciemnosc didn’t even look back when he answered with the same serene tone. “Yes, really really. Those aren’t for show.”

Following the pair of cases that Ciemnosc pointed out with his left index finger, the ones that the girls carried with them when entering the shop, Lyono then shrugged his shoulders and made a facial expression of the same caliber before going to the back of the shop. Meanwhile, Ciemnosc went towards the girls, who turned around and placed their hands on the glass counter and their hips against the edge of it.

“...” Pouting at them, for as he was not supposed to kiss them yet they looked mighty adorable, Ciemnosc pinched their chins and gave each a smooch on both their cheeks, letting them blush as if blooming in full splendor, which they still felt awkward and kinda uncomfortable at such gentleness from their customers…

STOMP STOMP…STOMP STOMP STOMP…

As they were each caressing his hands, mostly the back of such with their slender, large, and small fingers. The three of them heard loud steps coming from behind the shop - heavy long steps.

“Ah, here they- are!” A few seconds later, Lyono came back from the shop carrying a large wooden plank that was at least 40 cm thick…with a ton of blades embedded into it. Each blade seemed fragile and thin, as if not even capable of enduring some repair by being hammered by even the most ‘gentle’ of blacksmiths.

“These are the Mortal grade ones. I’ll go for the top-notch normal ones in a bit. I’m a bit tired, phew.” Lyono’s warm brown skin was really sweaty, and anyone could tell from his mood, and tone of how glad he was to finally sell such things. After resting for a couple of minutes, doing small talk with the girls, he went back to the back of the shop.

“Mortal grade?” Seeing the blades that he could only see from the other side of the counter, Ciemnosc tilted his head into Samina’s bosom and asked, her hands accompanying and caressing his head and face right away. While Aola responded patiently and pointed at those ‘Mortal ones’ embedded into the wooden plank.

“Mhm, ever since the 10th-year celebration half a year ago, our little world has gained much more knowledge than before. There are various grades that a Craftsman can create, with weapons being only one of the many branches in the cultivation world. Those are of the Mortal grade, which is without a doubt the best ones that can be made in our little world.”

Ciemnosc looked at Aola instead of the Mortal grade blades. She seemed to carry unwillingness and self-disappointment in her words; her ‘little’ words. Aola added once she heard Lyono coming back from the back of the shop, “There is the next grade for weapons, but even though there are the required materials, we may really not be able to ever create one of such caliber in even tens of thousands of years. It’s called the Earth grade. And equipment for cultivators also starts in that very same grade called ‘Earth’.”

Step, step, step! Clank, clanclanclanclankkkk, clank~!

“...Here they are.” With much less weight on him, Lyono got to the glass counter, and with the three of them stepping back, he directly threw the bunch of blades in his arms to the ground. None of them broke even a slight crack, leaving just the overly loud songs of metal, and ground colliding against each other nonstop for a good… good while…

“How much?” Ciemnosc asked. Afewconds after the swords stopped making a mess of sounds, and as silence prevailed while everyone looked down at those quiet swords for a good while. Lifting his head, he looked at ‘Father’ Lyono and waited for the answer, not even knowing how much he himself even had; he only knew that he had tons of little Powerful Stones the length of his pinky and the width of 3 pinkies of his.

“That’ll be 2 Powerful Stones of Inferior grade for these,” Lyono looked at the blades on the ground, before pointing with his thumb back at the thin swords supporting themselves, embedded into the thick wooden plank. “And 10 Powerful Stones of Inferior grade for those.”

“...I’ll take them all,” Ciemnosc said after a couple seconds of glancing at the swords, the girls, and Lyono.

“Heh…” Lyono, of course, grinned.

. . .

After buying all those blades and counting them. They were 197 top notch ordinary blades, mostly swords, and 11 Mortal grade blades. With such an armament, Ciemnosc of course needed help carrying it, but Lyono had many hands to help with it. As soon as such a big price was paid, tens of little Dwarves came out from the back of the shop and, without the slightest of doubts, heeded to Lyonos's orders of building 7 different large weapon cases for him.

After going out of the store, he didn’t carry them all but had them delivered to the Golden Warm Hotel. According to his beauties’ words, as long as they saw the weapon cases’ logo belonging to ‘Father’ Lyono’s, not even the powerful president at the ‘Spirit Gathering Realm’, which Ciemnosc had naturally no idea of at the moment but at least knew it wasn’t his next step in cultivation - would dare do shit.

Carrying the remaining cases of Powerful Stones, which ended up all being from the Inferior grade but that the girls eased Ciemnosc up about that being already the largest amount of currency outside the leaders of the strongest organizations in the Region, Ciemnosc was then accompanied to buy all kinds of books. He really needed them.

Buying books such as ‘Legends of the Incredible Realms’, ‘Reigning Organizations’, ‘Creatures and Flora’ and ‘Old Stories of the Mortal World’.

They were all each for a thing that Ciemnosc needed and was supposed to know of. He also bought a few romance novels for his girls though. He was just too soft, ah, a being of purity and love embodied in the mortal world!

But it did not end there, as when they showed attention and attraction to anything they saw walking along the streets, even if just inside their minds - somehow, Ciemnosc ended up buying them all for him. Be it clothes, lingerie, accessories, protective tools from responsible vendors, and lingerie. They got it all from Ciemnosc without them needing to use what little bit of Powerful Stones they had.

In the end, they went back to the Warm Golden Hotel once it was night. The female clerk had sweat and smelled weird, while there were 2 young men on both sides of her body. She didn’t wear a bra this time and even had her shirt semi opened, a thing which she didn’t notice even as Ciemnosc passed by and entered his VIP room.

Contrary to expectations yet again, Ciemnosc brought his beauties into his room, not allowing them to spend time outside of his clutches. Meanwhile, the 7 cases of blades were there. And after counting that they were all the 197 topnotch ordinary blades and 11 Mortal grade blades, left untouched, Ciemnosc then entered the shower with a pair of beauties who prolonged his shower time by 25 fold.

It was…’nice’, though. Beautiful, sensual bodies moving, twisting, and sneaking all over Ciemnosc’s tall yet young and huge yet small body, cleaning, dirtying, and pleasing him nonstop. It was okay.

…A few hours later, when it was deep in the obscure blue night, Ciemnosc had for the first time entered the other room whose walls gave him a sensation of strong durability. The first thing he did was to naturally study the entire room with scrutiny.

‘It’s a cultivation room?!’ Being the first time he saw such a room and entered one, Ciemnosc could only make such assumptions. There were a multitude of different devices which seemed to be for power-leveling; for example, there was this one circular cushion attached to a cylinder-shaped large instrument that screamed: ‘hit me please!’.

Naturally growing tempted, Ciemnosc walked over to that device first, ignoring the few mats and weird glowing ‘drawings’ on the floor, everything around him, the walls, floor,, and ceiling were of a gray and black stone-like color and substance but was extremely smooth to the touch. He was shirtless and barefoot, with only a modest boxer making his poor ‘little’ Ciemnosc be at ease and comfortable.

Crack, snap!!

His bones screamed with joy as he stretched his whole body, the previous shower taking a lot of naughty positions that were still limited. He couldn’t imagine how body-consuming it would be if the deed was being done instead…

‘Okay, here I go…’ Ciemnosc stood in front of the device which turned itself on automatically when he got close enough, revealing a total of 4 ‘0’, with the first one being slightly separated from the 3 towards the right of the monitor above the cushion.

Ciemnosc retracted his right elbow to just a few inches behind his back, his hand formed into a fist and his aim already set on the poor cushion, looking like his first time being with a girl whose knowledge of his size wasn’t known - looking pitiful and tearing up yet not running away for her life…

‘I'll use just a liiittle bit of strength.’ Ciemnosc decided, which, according to his Mother’s teaching of math and his Sister showing him how she dealt with the money. He calculated it would be just about 10% of his whole physical strength without using any Power Energy.

Fwuoosh!

Pang- pingping!

The device made a sonorous few bell-like sounds, and the cushions trembled kinda strongly, even bouncing back and forth a few times in just a couple of seconds. Showing a total of 800 on the monitor, and with a little bit of using his eyes more carefully, Ciemnosc could read at the side of the device that it read one’s bodily strength in kilograms…

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