Ciemnosc's First Operation

The morning of the 8th day since Ciemnosc entered the workshop, becoming part of it. In his bedroom, he was lying with his back against the bed.

"Uhmf," a groan could be heard from the beauty on top of him. As Ciemnosc opened his eyes at last and visualized the strands of orange hair as they were all in between her two eyes, somewhat hiding those beautiful eyes. But seeing at last that Ciemnosc had 'woken up', she wiggled her body on top of him a little bit, knowing this must be such a surprise to him.

“You actually feel really nice, naked, on top of me. Huh…” Ciemnosc said, making Missa feel like smiling a thousand times. She played with the corners of his mouth with both her index fingers as she lightly called out. “Then, since you know what you’ve been missing, don’t wanna like to get to know me better in this very one uniiique way?”

“Mmm, nah- no.” Ciemnosc looked at her face, his body all calm with his hands taking the blankets dividing his nude body with her nude body and allowing their skin to formally meet each other. The sensation brought Missa a really good time. But she did react quite fast to his rejection of her no subtle at-all proposition. “I can teach you, you smell all over the scent of a virgin, and I can tell you are not disgusted by me and my little nights.”

“Mn, we are all fellow students, nothing else. But, eh, really I am not for that.” Ciemnosc nodded somewhat, responding to Missa, who began pressing herself up against him harder than before. As he responded to her, his hands went over to caress her nice, ample buttcheeks. Without any shame, in the same manner, Missa let his hands on her body despite his refusal, really not minding him in any way more or less.

“No nighty nights, no teaching, a little bit of touching… how about kissing?” Missa’s eyes shone after she pouted, her lips’ meat up to his nose and already assaulting all of Ciemnosc’s senses, it was becoming quite the impossible smell to restrain himself to ah. But all Ciemnosc did was look at her without any expression, Missa relaxed her pout, then her flawless breasts with skin colored nipples appeared under the corner of Ciemnosc’s eyes as she rose herself a little to tenderly smooch his forehead.

“So about the studying, we all recently finished studying, but…” Missa placed her right ear on his heart. As her lips danced on his bare skin, their direct contact with the skin of their whole bare bodies made it a peculiar scene to witness while nothing happened in between. And it had to be said she was nestling a little monster posing as an anaconda quite cherishing.

Ciemnosc looked at her. His left hand went from caressing and massaging her derriere to caressing her head. Her orange hair just felt great around his fingertips, and the skin all over his left hand and wrist… He knew she finished reading through his notes on the 3rd day since forming part of the workshop, she just repassed over it while in her free time, she would help the other 3 with whatever they had problems with.

As for her physical relationship with Gallah; or rather, Gallah’s little sex group in this one bedroom, it was just plain stupid to give a thought about it. Besides, the handsome fella was the little boy of the group, even somewhat of the little pet, that without counting Ciemnosc of course. While Missa is the big boss of the bedroom as the leading student in the Conflagrate realm 5th stage, with Fatima as the other leading student, even Leen surpassed Gallah in terms of status and strength within the bedroom.

As for Ciemnosc, according to the reality of his presumed battle prowess, he was supposed to be on the same level as Missa and even more so now that he had broken through into the 5th stage of the Spirit Gathering realm just a few days ago.

“It’s okay,” Ciemnosc grabbed her left hand with his right hand, which smelled of the fragrance of her butt’s skin and meat, which was really amazing. Ciemnosc comforted the worried group leader as he revealed a set of words that she and the rest really wanted to hear, “It is good enough that you at least did. I can also teach you in the mission, but it will be very specific and only in long breaks. Ponder about the notes I gave you if you feel restless about it. You will have to hear everything I have to say. Understood?”

“Mn, we will, Genius Ciemnosc, of course.” Missa nodded her head quickly a few times, barely, on his chest as the sensation was really nice for her as she rubbed and rubbed her right cheek on him. But his skin and the warm temperature still remained fresh and cold respectively.

“Now, is this a honey trap?” Ciemnosc suddenly said, gaining a chuckle from Missa, who lifted her head, pecked him on the lips slowly, and then went back to rest her head on him. But this time, her left ear took a position against his heart. Her voice went out as simply flowing as a mosquito’s, “Nah, but can’t you imagine us both making luv? Me, a Conflagrate realm 5th stage, and ye, a Spirit Gathering realm 5th stage with a battle prowess up at my level.”

“Wouldn’t that be fantastic, eh, mmm?” When Missa finished her words, her whole legs were swaying while still on top of him. Her right hand went down to pick up his large really just huge dick and placed it between her thighs towards the middle, giving it a silly image as it went left and right nonstop.

“Beha-” Ciemnosc the Big Boy was going to order this rebellious vile young woman and her insubordination acts. But she shut him up with her right index finger gone up against right at the middle of his lips. “Shhh, I know you might need this. Don’t just focus on building things, or dueling somewhere. Use us too. We really… really, don’t mind.”

Fwup, fwip fwip fwip fwip fwip fwip fwip fwip…~♡.

With that being said, Missa began working her hips, waist, and legs up and down his shaft, his crown being rubbed and folded a little around its edges making his whole body tremble. It had been quite a time since he ever spent time with a female fatale. And to boot, this vile young woman trying to abuse him was really good, really expertly and… somewhat, only towards him, really tender too.

It wasn’t a kind of ‘love’. It was a kind of ‘com’ere, sis will take care of yah!’ but in a very damn sexual way.

While her body unnaturally, impossibly moved all so that she could please him, in more than physical ways, her wrists were up together against the back of his head, her nose kissing his nose, and their lips not touching as she was forehead to forehead with him. Their eyes closed, seemingly in tune to open and slowly close over and over again. Grunts came from the boy’s throat several times. While delicate gasps turned into moans as her thighs alone became a temporary sexual pleasurable spot to her ultimate dismay.

Oh, and Ciemnosc’s hips weren’t short of brutality for the next hour, while his hands didn’t let her even think of going anywhere but on top of him as he recuperated his manly, hair chested— he is totally hairless —and ballsy self… Though, eh, Ciemnosc didn’t seem to mind waking up more like this, hmm.

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More than an hour later, outside of the Rocaloi Academy’s array, all around the Rocaloi Academy and with several tens of thousands of people all around it but all facing towards the east. It was already morning, and Ciemnosc was accompanied by his ‘team’ of another 4.

In this whole circle-like formation, as if preparing to defend the entire Rocaloi Academy with their lives, a couple hundred thousand Spirit Gathering realm students of all stages were present, with a few less but still too damn godly lots of Conflagrate realm teachers, assistant teachers, leading students, and supervisors.

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The entire Rocaloi Academy was sprung into activity, with those many more left inside being more than able to see the outside and how their seniors were all formed up and ready to be sent to war, or so they thought, otherwise why would such a thing even happen?

“Silence.” From where Ciemnosc was standing, right in front of a lot of other students and leading students, a voice sounded out to calm everyone who was understandably nervous, making the already somewhat silent atmosphere turn completely silent. This voice belonged to one powerful teacher that could not join them in the following actions to come of the Rocaloi Academy, but such things were not known by the students and leading students still.

“In an hour, we will start passing on to you your roles… to save the west of this Region from the clutches of those who just want power and land.” The teacher spoke loudly and concisely yet with such weight that the students couldn’t help just getting riled up by the loudly spoken words. Despite being all so silent, every single one of them was burning with their blood evaporating even, and they could see the same from each other as they looked at each other.

“Now, student Genius Ciemnosc, please come forth to meet the headmaster.” The teacher said, so Ciemnosc just shrugged his shoulders and looked back at his mini team, tranquilizing them as they nodded lightly in response before walking over to the teacher.

“We will come back after the discussion is over,” the teacher said. He wasn’t that old, with still black hair but was already at the peak of the Obsidiafying realm, truly the Rocaloi Academy in its full glow. The teacher let his left hand fall on Ciemnosc’s right shoulder and, with his right hand flinging around, a large condor with black feathers appeared right under him, and Ciemnosc as the teacher had just levitated a bit.

Whoosh.

The moment Ciemnosc felt his body being grabbed by a levitating object, the teacher in this case, already felt that a flying mount was about to take them far away in a minute. And indeed, the black condor immediately began flying at a great speed from the get-go, unlike what a feathered turtle could be capable of doing right away from the start.

Looking back, he gave Missa and the other 3 another glance, ignoring the rest of the students who ‘ooh’ed’ or ‘waah’ed’ for quite a bit of time. Ciemnosc let them feel at ease as he disappeared in the next few seconds, leaving the 4 of his ‘team’ to wait until that conversation the teacher spoke of was over; pout.

… Arriving before a small little command center-like establishment in the middle of the snow, Ciemnosc saw the many familiar faces from where he had the first contact with the Rocaloi Academy. There were some teachers, the headmaster, and that old grandma who seemed to always be immensely respected by everyone.

Whoooosh~.

The condor didn’t take that much time to arrive before the little establishment, where it began rapidly decreasing its speed until it was practically floating above the crowd of important people. The condor quickly let the 2 people on top of its back fall down, with its master levitating gracefully and with Ciemnosc slowly climbing down the weirdly patient proud condor. Once Ciemnosc was over, his hands having grabbed from wherever he wanted and slowly climbing he gave the condor a nod, and the condor flew away to meet with the other flying mounts playing in the distance above in the skies.

“Hoh, Little Genius is good at ‘talking’ with Creatures?” The voice that called out to him was familiar. Ciemnosc turned his head around before his body and glanced over at the group of old and middle-aged people, finding headmaster Clann among them.

“Kinda.” Ciemnosc spoke with a calm voice and a flat tone. He walked to the group of the academy’s upper echelons while the headmaster himself stepped over to him and said. “Well, if you don’t see it as unfitting for you, will you try rearing some in the future?”

“I may,” Ciemnosc spoke in the very same tone as just now, beginning to walk side by side with the headmaster, who gestured with his right arm and hand towards the group. Right away, the many people within the group began greeting Ciemnosc, pretty short greetings with faces of their own while the headmaster introduced them to him.

They didn’t need to be told who Ciemnosc was over and over again, and the headmaster, though old looking, didn’t go senile mode. Though he looked ‘younger’ than the old grandma, who just happened to be last in being introduced to him by the headmaster.

“And this is, as we respectfully call her, old headmaster; Isol.” Ciemnosc looked at the old grandma, while the old grandma looked back at Ciemnosc, and he received alarms all over the place telling him that this was a calculating old granny.

She was tall, 1.87 meters in height, with a strict appearance. She looked confident and very confident in her confidence for that matter, had creamy gray skin and medium short white hair combed backwards just like she did weeks ago.

“Hello, Ciemnosc, I’m assuming this is the first time you get to hear and speak to us old people.” Isol, the old headmaster, said as she unfolded her arms and took 2 steps towards Ciemnosc, standing only half a meter away from him. Ciemnosc placed his hands together and didn’t say anything, not even nodding, just looked at her with his lifeless eyes.

“Ah… he is not much for small talk I suppose, haha…” Vice headmaster Topi said, his bald head appearing and stealing all attention as it did with light shining over it. The awkwardness went away with that though and the old granny smirked slightly, her eyes looking down at Ciemnosc from the lower bottom of her eyes. And Ciemnosc once again just stared back up at her.

“Ahem, well. How about we start?” The headmaster said at this moment, interrupting another awkward moment from coming to be. The rest of the upper echelons all nodded or agreed with their words when Ciemnosc finally spoke this time to ask. “Can I participate?”

“Of course! We’ve brought you here for that reason, and there are many things to discuss.” The headmaster immediately answered Ciemnosc but then added with a serious tone. “However, Ciemnosc, you are very young and of low cultivation base. Being a Genius isn’t going to talk about however you see fit, so stick to offering your thoughts, alright?”

“Mn.” Not minding it one bit, Ciemnosc nodded, agreeing with his mouth as well before walking up to them. The old granny did the same and they began to talk about the following procedures, it was quick and they had already decided how to act. Ciemnosc didn’t say a thing and only kept on hearing out the upper echelons’ decisions. By the time they were finishing, Ciemnosc interrupted, surprising everyone as he was just quiet and noncommittal a few seconds ago.

“So am I gonna be in the frontlines?” His face looked up at everyone innocently, but lifeless still yet without coldness as everyone who watched him like this felt perplexed for a second.

“You will, Ciemnosc.” The vice headmaster spoke this time. Adding with an informative and deep voice. “Everyone will, it’s just that the very first times of encounters with the enemy… will have to be decided between a certain big enough group and ours.”

“Mn, Ciemnosc, let me tell you about this.” The headmaster interjected. He took out a paper and presented it to Ciemnosc. Without reading the contents of the paper itself, he simply explained to Ciemnosc as he read it. “This is the official treaty we had with the enemy, those 4 ‘major’ organizations. It has been talked with the other forces outside the Region and approved just a few days ago. No student knows about it, only we here do, until an hour later.”

“...” Ciemnosc did not give any more attention to the headmaster and started reading the paper, it was basically a kind of war declaration document in and of itself but was just a ‘treaty’ of sorts to fight a war.

It was a very simple concept to follow. The eastern forces have fewer numbers than the Rocaloi Academy in the lower levels, which does make sense considering the years and years that any disciple or believer takes to just reach the Phrenic realm from their side. While it is a smaller amount of time in comparison for the Rocaloi Academy, it was also not just a few years in comparison to decades or even up to more than a hundred years or two in the worst cases.

As such, the 2 forces that were to go to war had made a treaty to not destroy their foundation, which both forces were more than welcome willingly. The major organizations, for example, had been the Region’s guardians so to speak for generations since the beginning of history. While the Rocaloi Academy was too powerful and even at its best, the major organizations wouldn’t be able to deal with it as their previous agreements with the foreign organizations were quite long lasting.

In this way, both forces have decided to battle it out without Obsidiafying realm cultivators, and the weaker cultivators below the Spirit Gathering realm could not join. Of course, to avoid instances where their own people stagnate in their cultivation progress and breakthroughs, there were some little measures that Ciemnosc could not care less about for himself.

On the other hand, vehicles and tools for war were all in. And everything was allowed, from invading the known as ‘true west’ with those forces’ cultivation base without a care for their numbers, to even in case the Rocaloi Academy’s forces were to win over the major organizations and the latter could be invaded just in the same way; both could destroy or conquer each other if they pleased and whatever they had could be theirs.

This was a proposal the major organizations just needed to truly rule over the entire Region without any ‘scummy foreigners’ coming to rob it from them or to try and take advantage - not just for the west but for the whole Region itself. The major organizations were too old to not be cautious and had extreme persevering options and problem-solving situations to trigger.

While the Rocaloi Academy’s goals were to basically pacify the Region, the major organization surely didn’t think they would lose, not even be won over, let alone to the point that their own land could be invaded in the end.

But first, there was going to be a flash-like encounter for an undetermined amount of time, where Ciemnosc is to be sent in the name of the Rocaloi Academy, while new names that weren’t ‘there’ before were to represent the major organizations in this undetermined-time-long encounter…

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