Goodbye Gifts

Just as Ciemnosc was amidst reading the 'Legends of the Incredible Realms', he felt the epiphany that he hadn't felt in months come to him once again, at last! Immediately, he stood up from his spot and faced the girls, who were then finishing another round of cultivation. Ciemnosc had to be 'that guy' who held his pee in as long as he could until they finally woke up, not wanting to startle and possibly damage them by interrupting their cultivation session; it was already incredible of them to let him see their most vulnerable state but he didn't want them to know his actual Realm...

"Ah, quickie quickie!" Ciemnosc yelled with a red face, making both beauties' eyes gleam with passion! Their time has, finally, come! Yet, Ciemnosc's following words made their faces fall, but they still adored this little 'Master' of theirs no matter what.

"Hurry, I'm...breaking through, please come out of the room, aaaaah! Ooh!"

"Alright, alright. Little Master is such a talented individual...in all aspects, mm mm." Said Aola, who left first, knowing not what it felt to cultivate fast and being so young at the same time, while Samina only spoke a little after her and while blowing a kiss to their nice Master. "Don't take long, if you get too tired, our hands can take turns, ehe."

"..." A spoiled Ciemnosc pouted, not believing this betrayal. But immediately after, Ciemnosc sat down on one of the praying mats and immediately felt the strange sensation of his body being the center of a large whirl that would call upon the Power Energy of the Powerful Stones around him; those were the girls'.

‘Ah, whatever, I’ll give them a lot more when I have to leave.’ Ciemnosc chose, their spot in his little, growing and oh so very manly heart becoming bigger; to stay. Then, Ciemnosc threw any other caution to all wind before preparing to break through the Link Consolidation Realm and right unto the Phrenic Realm: the fourth Realm of cultivation of the 1st Step!

Instantly, within his body, Ciemnosc felt the raging Power Energy majestically forming in their usual blackest color. Just as Ciemnosc was successful in calming himself down, placing his mind in a tranquil state and no longer anxious about being discovered, this foolish and young inexperienced child began to experience a most natural breakthrough.

His Power Energy was drawn to his sternum, right at the point where the ‘link’ between his Psychogenic and Dantian was connected but not specifically at the center or middle of the link. As for why at his sternum, it could only be explored and found out by Ciemnosc in the future when he joins an organization and definitely not now.

‘Aaauuh!’ Ciemnosc seemed to rage on inside his head, where he, for the last time, saw the connection between his Psychogenic and Dantian be realized when the cocoon/nub was fed by his Power Energy back at the desertic lands.

As Power Energy poured directly at his sternum on that very same ‘link,’ Ciemnosc could feel his entire body rumbling, shaking and from which it intensified a bit more every second. His Power Energy began being gobbled fully up into his ‘link’, giving both his Psychogenic and his Dantian a most refreshing sensation.

“Uk…aaah…” Just as Ciemnosc felt as if he hadn’t slept for months, which he has over the time spent in his childhood, the sight of Ciemnosc by both his eyes and his ‘awareness’ became way too blurry for him to even feel alive anymore, and soon - he fell from his sitting position with his legs crossed backwards, the back of his head hitting the floor first.

. . .

A few hours later…

‘Am I on my bed? Ah…these bodies…Aola, Samina.’ Ciemnosc woke up. His eyelids were still much too heavy. At the very least, he could identify that he was now under his bed’s blankets and that two slender, warm, and soft bodies were pressed against him, only his forehead was left alone as they were fully on top of him.

“...” After a few more minutes, Ciemnosc was finally able to lift his eyelids, only to notice it was fully dark outside and only a couple of lights from the buildings way down below had lights on. Only now, as well, did he realize how vast this city was, as he could easily deduce that there were tens of thousands of buildings with his naked eyesight and just in this point of view he had of the city.

“Girls…” Acting like a virile, grown man, Ciemnosc hugged tighter the narrow waists that his hands were already placed around, his arms all over their backs. Almost immediately, a pair of sleeping kittens and a half-cow lifted their chins, burying them on his chest as Ciemnosc looked down at them - they looked enchanting without any spell.

“...” - “...” - “...” Was there any worth in talking anymore? Shocking them but with them remaining all too quiet and letting him do as he pleased, Ciemnosc tilted his head towards Aola, kissing her lips into his mouth before looking for her tongue. After widely opening her eyes, Aola gave in, content, as she protruded her neck and lips into his mouth under his teeth.

With her eyes pouting alongside her mouth, Samina extended her frail but ‘fatter’ body towards their heads, joining in as she snatched the ever so precious and cold lips, mouth, and saliva from their cherished ‘Master’.

“Mmfplowuh~~...” - “Mw-chu chu…mmwfuh~...” With Aola being kissed for the last time first, and Samina being the last one whose lips were smacked to an end by Ciemnosc’s lips, they both fell on his chest. This time, no longer as a pair of servants, but adorably onto the— well —growing man they are ending up with.

“Good night,” Ciemnosc said, his eyelids falling once more not believing how lucky he was to fall asleep continuously for the past few days.

“Good night~.” - “Goowd n-prr-ight~~~...” Aola and Samina said it back, smooching his chest silently until they themselves fell asleep on his skin, his cold, refreshing, and slightly pale body.

. . .

After breaking through the Phrenic Realm 1st stage, Ciemnosc’s ‘awareness’ went from a 20 meter radius with him at the center, to a total of 80 meters. It was a goddamn lot, especially considering that the hotel was just 50 meters tall or so; ‘just’. His ‘awareness’ didn’t even seem to be hindered by the ground beneath the Warm Golden Hotel.

Besides that, Ciemnosc’s Power Energy naturally grew thicker, yet, inside his body as it flew at speeds that he still couldn’t discern was still the exact same from before as if nothing had even changed. In the morning after the breakthrough which subsequently ended up making him lose consciousness right away for almost an entire day, Ciemnosc was woken up by two pairs of lips and expertly, wet fingers making a number on his one-eyed snake.

Afterwards, the daily occurrences began as they showed, together, and were naughty but more passionate from today onwards. Had breakfast, and then it was cultivation time. The girls were especially trying to cultivate harder with obvious intentions, and the food that the hotel staff brought them every day was enough for their appetite to return so that they would play more later on.

After stabilizing his cultivation by…doing nothing since he could depend on his All-Devouring Forces Chronicles, Ciemnosc resumed his reading and re-reading of course. It was especially so for the ‘Creatures and Flora’ book, which contained the most lower cultivation leveled items that anyone can find and pick up from everywhere, it was a pity that Ciemnosc couldn’t find the definition and descriptions nor images of the herbs and plants he’s been keeping all this long.

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Still, the flora part of the book was enough to get Ciemnosc obsessed with it for days without end; he even repeated the whole book so much that the girls beside him asked him to read aloud, letting them ‘read’ it too since he was going to have it the whole time. Because, of course, Ciemnosc lent his books to these beauties even if they didn’t ask for them.

For a time, for sure; the girls seemed to have gone back to a time in their lives where they didn’t serve others; where they were just themselves. And well, any female, warm companion is welcome by the mommy issues Ciemnosc.

As for the Creatures section of the book, it was really too bland. Even Ciemnosc could make a better work in just a few hours’ worth of preparation. This book was fucking trash without the flora part in it; seriously~.

Still, unlike before, Ciemnosc seemed to give himself an idea of the herbs and plants he already knew visually, to now know them in name and properties. Also learning a new path, similar to how ‘Father’ Lyono follows a certain ‘extra’ path in cultivation. And he was becoming more and more curious about it. Obsessed would fall short to explain Ciemnosc’s ambition in such regards.

Lastly, Ciemnosc finally got to read the ‘Old Stories of the Mortal World’ book. In it, this Region’s most cartoonish, heroic history and legends themselves were described in detail and with ardor; this was at least a fancy and decent book that had a writer who cared about writing it in the first place. Ciemnosc was rather curious about this book throughout the entire time that he waited for the organizations to come to the Warmlord City.

For once, it described the beginning of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect, and how it wasn’t just the most powerful of all Regions and in the entire world but of also how it was the oldest to ever exist. The ‘generals’ and ancestors of back then had a leadership that made this planet begin the world of cultivation’s path, starting the beginning of what was soon to come - joining the rest of the galaxy in becoming a place to cultivate even if just in the lowest levels.

Many of these ancestors-generals from Eras ago also noted down every bit of their sights in cultivation. Their most profound thoughts and words were described excellently in the book. But there was one, among the generals and ancestors of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect that was the shiniest and most heroic of them all.

His name was Wang Hanato. He was the last ‘general’ of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect who brought endless glory to the sect. Its current territory couldn’t be compared to back then. Because, back then, avoiding all naval battles which are infamous for being the worst in the world, general Wang Hanato took 80% of the whole Region under the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect.

Such a vast victory between the 4 strongest organizations of the Region was never seen before and after, it was one of a kind, and the current smallish territory of the sect compared to back then is only to show how useless one’s descendants get to become as time goes by. In the book. It signaled how easily and most stupidly the subsequent leaders of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s lost their hard earned territory with unnecessary, dumb battles, disputes, and wars; ended up being defeated time after time by the extremely shrunken other organizations.

Besides such heroic tales, there were ‘spooky’ tales, from which Ciemnosc even managed to find the one and only little orphanage in the south of the Region being mentioned and even warning everybody who read this of its perilous danger.

But, with such daily life with the beauties, cultivating with the beauties, and reading for the beauties. Ciemnosc’s time in their VIP room slowly came to an end.

. . .

In front of the Golden Warm Hotel, in a memorable scene of bidding farewell. At last, 15 days later, the arrival of the organization's recruiting day had come.

“Master, you must be careful then…” Samina sadly spoke, she behaved and did not beg for him to stay or bring her with him to whichever organization he would end up going to, but she still wished him so well with her clear open heart. Yet she also obviously wanted not to separate from him.

“Master, be careful, and you can think of us if you feel it is too hard to go to sleep.” Aola grabbed Samina’s left wrist and, together, they both hugged his neck. Before long, Ciemnosc separated his head from such neck to neck hugs and began to passionately kiss them each, a lot. They deserved this. Not caring about being seen by the people who knew of servants’ statuses at all.

“...You won’t have to worry,” Ciemnosc spoke to the two of them, presenting them with 3 sheathed Mortal grade swords, “I’ve already paid that president- whatever of the city, but just in case- these are for you to take care of.”

“Master…” - “Prr, Master~!” Hugging him again, the young women who once thought of just getting his body to get more money and possible merit were now in tears simply for the fact of parting with him. This little kid’s chest couldn’t be any more sturdy, safeguarding, and enchanting even more.

“Okay, I have to leave now, but I will someday meet you two again. When I do, after I find my wifey, I’ll marry to both to me so that I can also copulate with you.” Ciemnosc honestly said, his darkest eyes charming them to the point they couldn’t afford to feel embarrassed and dumbfounded even if they wanted to.

“Farewell, Master…” - “We’ll meet again, and we’ll look exactly the same, so don’t forget about our bodies and faces, Master…” Aola said, followed by Samina, who lifted her breasts. After being Ciemnosc’s toy for so long, her tatas had grown to be a couple sizes bigger. While the half-cow betrayed common belief and continued on being purely flat chested.

“...” The farewell- the only farewell that Ciemnosc could offer them now was to simply look at them before turning around and stepping towards the area indicated by them. He could feel their stares. Their longing too, but he had to walk further ahead even if it meant also ahead of them. ‘M’sorry, I have to make Mother proud, but don’t worry, I’m not stupid enough to let anyone else have you…nor want you.’

Step, step, step, step…. … …

…While walking towards the gathering area, Ciemnosc looked at his one and only, remaining bag containing the rest of his riches, 37 Inferior grade Powerful Stones. Meanwhile, he also imagined the faces of those two young women of his and the faces they would put on when they notice that the little bags he gave them contain more than 2,000 of such for each of them…

He could only imagine it now.

Finally, and after such a long wait. As well as a long time traveling here. Ciemnosc found himself in front of a large area where mostly everyone was a cultivator of at least the Spiritual Ligament Realm 1st stage.

Before when he first entered the city, there was barely any cultivator around on the streets, with most of the few dozens Ciemnosc saw being guests in the Warm Golden Hotel. Now that he came out and joined this gathering for organizations’ recruitment of new blood, he began to see those that didn’t have the chance to either remain or even be allowed into the Warm Golden Hotel gather around.

They numbered in a couple of hundreds, not going that far above 200 and mostly being at the early stages of the Spiritual Ligament Realm. When Ciemnosc entered the gathering area officially. Some of the city guards gave him a label to write his name on it and attach it to his shirt. His clothes were still quite ordinary and humble looking, but his charm was as devilish as always.

Right now, as Ciemnosc walked around and looked for his starting point in the world of cultivation, he noticed a lot of disciples going over towards a certain group with a lot of people in the late stages of the Spiritual Ligament Realm and with even 2 at the Spiritual Condensation Realm early stages.

Their sign was a simple but the most attractive of this gathering, it read: ‘Arielende Sect’. They consisted of middle aged men and women, and the 2 of the highest cultivation were instead younger looking, also being very respectfully treated by the other bunch from their group.

Walking up towards the Arielende Sect group, Ciemnosc noticed that there were many who hasn't even started cultivating but wanted to be accepted, making promises such as ‘I’ll work harder than everyone else!’, ‘I swear I have a good, hidden aptitude for cultivating!!’ and even ‘I can become a genius of anything, of cultivating, please!’ - to no avail.

“Hello, little boy. Are you here to be tested?” One of the 2 Spiritual Condensation Realm cultivators noticed Ciemnosc right away before he even could step into their gathering group’s area as if having noticed something from him.

“H-hi, yeah. I was looking forward to joining this sect,” Ciemnosc responded, his eyes upturned looking at the excited man who seemed to see a star about to blow up into greatness, but in his head he was being a bad boy. ‘Of course, you’ll come. Which poor ass organization wouldn’t want a young looking cultivator at the 10th stage of the Spiritual Ligament Realm? Seriously~.’

“Haha! Good lil’ fella, how old are you?” The man directly became even more excited, almost flustered, as he ignored a young teenager of about 15 years old to the right of Ciemnosc, with an emblem on his left chest which read ‘Arielende Sect’ already. Naturally, the teenager had a displeased frown, being 2 stages lower than Ciemnosc but seemingly much older…

“Err, why?” Timidly asked Ciemnosc, which made the man compose himself, what was he intending to do by getting close to a kid and asking them this excitedly? The man immediately cleared his throat and clarified smoothly, “Forgive my manners. I’m Loro, an Elder from the Arielende Sect. Knowing your age will help us decide how great your future will be, kid. Also, would you allow us to test you with a device right here in public? It only needs you to circulate your Power Energy as fast and powerfully as you can.”

“...” Meanwhile, the teenage boy on Ciemnosc’s right saw this happen and began gritting his teeth, a slightly deep frown forming at his handsome and smooth forehead; 'Grrrr...!!'.

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