Obsidiafying Realm At Last

The method to deal with his feet's Claws Out wasn't the same as with his hand-claws. That method was already painful enough for Heian Ciemnosc, who suffered the breaking of his little claws, now at least half a finger long with a barely noticeable bent curve. His feet were instead pulled out of their Claws Out; Hong Mei gripped them, and, as softly as the movement of a feather swaying in the wind, she pulled them one by one at the same speed as with his hand-claws and ruthlessness.

One could only imagine. It was one thing that one’s nails weren’t intimate nor delicate like Heian Ciemnosc’s Claws Out, but they were bit into halves and pulled out of their place as if it was nothing impressive. On the other hand, Heian Ciemnosc felt the worse in his life, almost as if his manhood, and limbs, were pulled and broken apart from his body, but still much more unimaginably painful than that.

Once it was all over, Heian Ciemnosc sat on the floor. The path had a few tendrils from plants and grasses. They went from their roots to the outside world on the pathway directed towards Heian Ciemnosc, who was hurting and currently hugged by the tall Earth Elf who embraced him like a child crying out loud for losing their toy and being told they ugly as fuck.

Heian Ciemnosc was still in the midst of that pain. He was incapable of moving much. He was trembling, his body with slumped shoulders but his back straight still. Only his arms were ‘resting’ in front of him, and on his inner thighs, his legs opened and limply sprawled on the floor, projected forwards. But now, he had Hong Mei hugging him. She sat on his lap and surrounded his arms and upper back with her arms, her hands resting on his nape and her neck nesting his forehead.

The veins all over his body bulged, she could feel them on her neck and arms even while he was still clothed, and she wore the dress his eyes made for her. Silence engulfed the area, and when a long time had passed, Hong Mei felt eyelashes, long and slightly stiff yet soft as her own skin, tickle on her neck. She slowly separated herself from Heian Ciemnosc, her head gradually lowering as she held his shoulders and kept him safe in her hands and under her eyes.

“Can you show me that whip now?” Looking at each other’s eyes, Hong Mei said after a few seconds. To her words, Heian Ciemnosc looked back at her without saying anything, his eyes clear. There was no tear down his face, but his bulging veins with darkness were the only proof anyone needed to know what he went through and the resilience and maturity he had to not even act like a spoiled kid right now.

A tenebrous noiseless sound went out, covering her eyes and ears as she saw and heard the moment a whip with a strange substance appeared from Heian Ciemnosc’s left palm. Her eyes seemed to look far beyond what could be seen and understood. That was so even for Spirit Sense or Heian Ciemnosc’s strange enhancement of his eyes.

“Mmm!” Hong Mei looked at it and touched it softly with her fingertips as her fingers were placed together before holding it just as softly. She tightly gripped it, which made Heian Ciemnosc look at her mildly in surprise. Did she just want to break everything that was his? What a weird woman. But, seeing her sweet face of adoration and wide eyes, Heian Ciemnosc let it pass.

“How is it so… resistant? It’s like it actually is indestructible!” Hong Mei said, tracing her hand up and down, left and right, as she tried several places to grab it and feel it out. She even held Heian Ciemnosc’s left hand and poked it with her fingers while tightly grabbed its base, giving Heian Ciemnosc weird ideas. It was her fault. Women are demons…

“Oh! Don’t fret. I don’t need to do any more breaking. It is very different, look,” Hong Mei lifted her head for some time after studying him so innocently. Her large brown-green eyes looked at him several inches away from his face. Then she added, her tone semi hushed and sounding so cute, “Your fingertips aren’t like normal fingertips. It is so even for the tentacle guys. Everyone has what everyone has! But you don’t. Your fingers are like the condensation of darkness. I can’t tell if it’s Darkness Element, but I’m sure it is like an exhaustible source of it within you… or all of you.”

Hong Mei lifted his left hand with her left hand, holding the whip with her right hand, seemingly not wanting to let go of it. It was now, and only at this moment; Heian Ciemnosc felt like he could ‘feel’ from his whip. But her following explanation drew his attention to his body.

“It’s like veins within your body, not following the logic and anatomy of a living being, trespasses everything and simply exists. Each of your fingertips is like a beacon that helps that darkness move towards and out of it, traveling all over your body. But, you know, when you showed me your little claws, they changed, and your little claws’ tips became that point of convergence. However, when broken, they returned to the last protruding extension of your body.”

Heian Ciemnosc’s head tilted to the right and forwards, almost as if he wanted to kiss her. Seeing such eyes and a cute reaction, after a fleeing glance at his lips, her eyes so obviously moving down for a moment, Hong Mei shared his curiosity and excitement and proceeded to elaborate further along.

“When I pulled them from your toes, they returned to the tip of your toes. As if new and never in danger. I’m inclined to believe - that even if your arm is broken or cut off, your points of convergence would still be there. In fact, your regeneration abilities would increase wherever a massive amount of those points of convergence are located.” Hong Mei continued, her left hand letting go of his and going back to molesting Heian Ciemnosc’s Vocón Link.

“They don’t have the ability to regenerate limbs, that is for sure.” Hong Mei said, her hands shamelessly moving while she looked at the ceiling from the top right corners of her eyes. “There is… a bottleneck, it seems to me. Only when you have grown over it; maybe you’ll be able to do just that. But for now, all your body can do is regenerate at a good capacity. Just don’t try breaking your arms off or cutting your limbs. You never know if you’ll need them.”

“I’m not stupid, I know.” Heian Ciemnosc looked at her, pulled his Vocón Link with his right hand slightly, and looked as if he was offended. Hong Mei lifted her left eyebrow while pouting slightly before closing into him even more. Her fingers supporting her lithe body, she was only a couple centimeters away from him, and she spoke with her little nose’s tip dancing circles around his charismatically and simply attractive.

“Your whip over here seems to be the same as these little claws, but you don’t seem knowledgeable about them enough.” Hong Mei said, not moving her head a tad backwards. Then, she pointed and tapped with her right index finger at his forehead, collarbone, and at last, his heart. “It’s not about your skills or progress. Knowledge. You can’t imagine. You have to learn and understand. Only then would you be capable, or at least start being so.”

“Mn,” Heian Ciemnosc nodded, letting her molest him as much as she wanted. His whip. Hong Mei looked at him sweetly, then said without an ounce of madness or obsession, but Heian Ciemnosc wished she at least had. “Now, can you harm me with it? I’ll protect myself. Just try to hurt me how you’ve harmed others with it. I could’ve brought some prisoner or bought a slave, but that’s now… my way.”

“... mn.” Heian Ciemnosc looked at Hong Mei’s face, left and right, and up and down. Nodding after glancing at her clear eyes and sober facial expression, he began emitting that terrifying pain to one’s Power Energy, Spirit Sense… and only now did he know that it also targeted the ‘true’ soul. And should there be none, the pain could only be considered slightly less intolerable. But it was still the bane of cultivation… and even of pure energy and nature itself, at least for what he knew and understood so far.

“!... !” Hong Mei immediately had a change. Her pupils and irises shrunk to the ultimate limit, becoming tiny needles that Heian Ciemnosc could barely distinguish. Her sclera became more than 99% of her eyes, astounding Heian Ciemnosc but not disgusting him away. He had seen far worse in the bodies of his experiments. If anything, he was worried about her actually getting hurt or something.

“... Haah,” Hong Mei spent about 5 seconds in that state before recuperating. As soon as her eyes turned to normal, the hairline at her forehead seemed to have been plucked out and failed every time, now limp and crooked, falling down her face, making her look tired, crazy, and even somewhat delicately lewd.

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She breathed out heavily, and in relief once, her head slightly wobbled up and down a little. But other than that, she showed no reaction whatsoever, despite still feeling the effects of his Vocón Link. Whereas any other person he used it to experiment with didn’t last more than a couple seconds before their organs collapsed, then became dried corpses after supplementing him.

“Whesh, that was surprising.” Hong Mei let go of his whip, Heian Ciemnosc and thus stopped using it for harmful purposes. At the same time, he felt some sort of comprehension, as if the back of his head had hidden some little gears, and those gears were the pieces he just needed for the number 1 mystery and problem right now.

“Look,” Heian Ciemnosc said, lifting his left arm. And with a ‘click-pshift’ sound, his left-handed fingertips went Claws Out, revealing the same little claws as before, only they weren’t broken anymore. He didn’t have to suffer forcing them in and out as he was while Hong Mei embraced him. And it was ‘forced’ by both Hong Mei in order to follow her guidance and his body through the tormenting sensations and complications of his halves Claws Out.

“...!” Hong Mei looked up, surprised and proud at the same time. She looked at his right arm, also lifted, whereas he singularly took his Claws Out. Then looked at his face and said with wide eyes, “Did you just manage to do that after what I told you? How? It’s so incredible? Bwah, are you better than me? Now I understand what boss said about you hurting my feelings.”

“Mm, sorry. Then…” Heian Ciemnosc said calmly, looking at the sweet, silly Earth Elf as she dropped her shoulders and inflated her cheeks. Hong Mei stopped him with her forehead tapping against his, then remained touching, her words making vibrations course through their connected skin. “There’s something more. When I kissed you before, I could tell a few things about these points of convergence within you. The darkness inside you… is new to me.”

“Then, maybe if I… kiss you one more time, I may be able to help you with your w- whip.” Hong Mei said as her arms fell on his shoulders, slowly hugging his nape. Her long arms brought her hands to the back of his head, caressing him already, to cajole him into agreeing to see if that helped.

“Oh. Then what are you waiting for?” Heian Ciemnosc nodded and exclaimed lightly, then looked at her and tilted his head to the left. Hong Mei’s eyes were flickering, darting left and right as if to check if Heian Ciemnosc wasn’t falling into lust or just using her coldly and systematically. She was disappointed to find none of those, as her eyes smiled, squinted into crescent moons, and her lips protruded slightly, looking pouty, unlike their first, neutral, and almost tasteless encounter of lips to lips.

Heian Ciemnosc looked at them as she closed her eyes on him despite him not closing his own. He showered her eyes, little nose, and lips with his darkest eyes, which now showed hunger, before shutting his own as he supported his back with both arms behind his back and palms on the floor. She nervously made it to his face, her lips finding his philtrum and tip of his nose, becoming frozen and remaining there for 3 good seconds.

“Ah♡…” Until Heian Ciemnosc’s right hand went over, gripped her chin, and lowered her jaw, her teeth immediately feeling the squishy, addictive sensation of his thin meaty lips. The tip of her tongue instinctively seeking him met with his own, only to be entangled at the next moment and exchanging laps onto each other for 2 better seconds before their lips closed into each other.

Despite the beginning and initial intention of this moment of theirs, just a kiss. It proceeded in the most intimate, blood-rising, and heart-racing manner before ending in a peck that joined those sets of lips, mouths, and heads as they innocently remained unmoved. They simply laid their lips together and let them know each other well.

Despite Heian Ciemnosc feeling the longing in each other’s intentions, he could feel her working just as she promised… after their initial few seconds of meeting each other’s mouth. Spirit Sense seemed to travel along her energy, whichever it was. But it was so powerful, like nothing he had ever witnessed.

Though she, Forso, Grietta, Elyor, and all other Disciplinary Elders are supposedly all at the peak of the Third Step. Alyona was far above what these people had in regard to prowess, cultivation base, and foundation. The only one above her in foundation and cultivation base was this young and sweet woman, Earth Elf.

“Do it again,” Heian Ciemnosc said, making the blushing young woman Earth Elf tilt her head to his left. Her eyes connected to his lips, but his head jolted backwards. Then she saw Heian Ciemnosc’s left arm lifted. It was extended out. He relaxed his arm and hand, his fingers limp as they neared her small face. With a slow passing of time, Heian Ciemnosc approached his left hand to her face, his fingers from the pinky to the index finger caressing her right cheek. While his thumb slowly but surely and smoothly went into her mouth through her lips.

“I have to,” Heian Ciemnosc looked into her eyes, determined. And it didn’t seem like a reassurance only, but a command as well. Yet, it also held imploring. He was sure she didn’t want to constantly harm him.

“Mn,” Hong Mei nodded, then closed her eyes, let the thumb in her mouth move a little, and then backed her head. A ‘crack’ sound went out, and the other half of the claw within her mouth no longer aimlessly floated as if it was in the water or space. It maintained itself on the spot, not hurting her in the slightest. Not that it would’ve happened with her cultivation base.

There even seemed to be some tendrils, thinner than a person’s eyelash and with less substance than an eye’s conjunctiva, trying to keep the claw in question attached and to return. But they were far too weak, and only a couple in total. One to the left and the other to the right, both trying to pull the claw back but incapable of holding it, letting it drop on Hong Mei’s tongue, who then planted a slight kiss to the tip of his thumb before proceeding with the subsequent little claw.

After finishing with his hands’ Claws Out, she finally expelled them from her mouth, sticky with her saliva as they fell on the floor. After shivering and begging, the roots were allowed to take them away with Heian Ciemnosc and Hong Mei’s eyes allowing them to. And so, the first day of training continued after it had begun, followed by his feet’s Claws Out being pulled out again. Only for everything to repeat, over and over.

. . .

Another 7 days had gone by.

During this time, Heian Ciemnosc continued to have classes with uncle Forso every morning, and Alyona even made a couple dishes for him. Cereal with Preternatural’s milk and a bowl of oatmeal whose oat is eaten by Preternaturals so that they can give to strong babies and their milk could be tastier. Well, she at least made something for her man’s teacher so he wouldn’t be stingy with his knowledge.

Though it was a comical breakfast every morning, Disciplinary Elder Forso knew when to act like a grandpa and when to be the subordinate. Heian Ciemnosc continued to learn, watch the historical records of the uncle’s battles, and those he commanded were the most interesting ones, as uncle Forso would start blabbering everything he knew like Heian Ciemnosc was interrogating him and he was a spineless coward. He just couldn’t stop his mouth as soon as he began to speak of his old days when the Crimsonbreaking Faction wasn’t this large and feared.

Heian Ciemnosc had quite a few questions for the Disciplinary Elder. For example, it was natural for Heian Ciemnosc to figure out Elyor didn’t like commanding, much less strategy. He wasn’t ‘bad’ at commanding and keeping troops safe and sound when needed, but he didn’t seem to like it that much. And when he asked uncle Forso, uncle blabbered some more about how Elyor’s potential was wasted when not focusing solely on strategies and giving more focus to logistics.

There was also the fact in which Elyor prefers assassinations than anything else. Then as the other question. If Disciplinary Elder was so thrilled to fight, and the Crimsonbreaking Faction wanted so badly to return to those days, but everyone was so fearful of them that they no longer dared try ambushing, spying, or chasing after them. Then, wasn’t the only course of action for their itchiness and ambition… to face off against something higher than themselves?

The day the second question was elaborated, and the uncle heard it, was also the day he began seeing Heian Ciemnosc… slightly more in the same way as his boss did. This kid wasn’t stupid, nor ignorant, and much less after adapting fast as lightning to the intergalactic life and the prospect of the entire universe altogether. So he was being serious. And that was a crazy ambition, too crazily risky to even think about ‘what if’ in case some outsider heard them.

To face a whole Sixth Step organization and its organizational territory… was so good!

Every day. Heian Ciemnosc would get his Claws Out, plunged, and broken in halves. On the 3rd day, late at noon, Heian Ciemnosc’s feet were thereon cracked into two, and his hands’ little claws were pulled out. There had to be this change, and though it was weird seeing her down there and watching as she brought her mouth to each toe of his, her sweet appearance made this dominance-subservience ‘play’ quite enjoyable for both.

A few days later, it was night, and Hong Mei finished breaking his last pinky toe. The little roots had already brought those claws and her saliva away, plant food of the highest quality and efficiency. There were even some new, dark, and asocial flora appearing. From flowers to growing trees and spots of grass different from the rest. But nothing of the corrupting or ‘dying’ sorts.

“Come with me. I need to find you a place,” after both stood up. Hong Mei grabbed Heian Ciemnosc’s left wrist and told him, leaning forwards, then dragged him away into the bushes and tall vegetation. As well as the depths where many gigantic trees rested and spent their life in peace within the flora and nature.

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