Meretricious
Lying on his bed, Ciemnosc had his eyes closed when he opened them and began dressing up, taking no longer than necessary to put his pants on as he was an expert in dealing with troubles, any trouble. All while remaining on the bed, he then sat on his bum and lowered his elbows to wait for the person outside to knock.
Knock, knock, knock. Creaaak~.
“Hi, these are yo- oh, hi~!” A young girl wearing the outer disciple’s uniform appeared as soon as Ciemnosc opened the door, her eyelids seemingly either too heavy from being so early in the morning or too uncaring for her current job. But when she saw the slightly pale Ciemnosc, they brightened out so star-like that she didn’t notice herself picking up her hair to the back of her ears.
“How are you?” She asked with a smile. The scent coming from his body was that manly, despite looking younger than he even looked as if he had just stood up from sleeping 10 hours in his bed. That scent, oof, that made her instantly go from fully awake and with bright eyes shining like stars to narrowing them and letting those eyelids look heavy once more.
In contrast, Ciemnosc smiled, and his slightly pale lips showcased a tremendous enchanting spell on her. She only noticed his left index finger under her chin by the time he was already breathing on her lips. “My, I’m all too good. And you? Mn, these are my things as an outer sect disciple? Thank you, anyway, I can personally show my thanks, though?”
“Ah…” His voice was so charming, eyes pulling her into oblivion, and her mouth opened to take in his breath. She was rather of his same height, but with the way things were going, she was soon twisting her body to lean on him and look up at his charming face. Not a pretty boy, not a fat-faced boy…a real man growing up.
“A kiss…?” She asked, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sensations around her body. Her whole senses practically teased and showed some good time over and over again in just the course of a second. But she saw the irresistible, charming boy shake his head, “That won’t be possible, but I do can hug-thank you. Mnnn~, many thanks.”
“Ah~~!” The young girl suddenly felt her body as if a thousand orgasms were flowing through her brain, her lower waist hugged by his right arm, her tush probed on a little bit, but she didn’t mind and he didn’t make any effort to hide it. Her upper back was surrounded by his left arm, her small breasties forced to be pressed against his chest, but she became crazy from the thought, let alone the sensation itself.
“There, there,” Ciemnosc whispered softly, his charming little smile making the girl slowly wake up as he lowered his head and she raised hers. She didn’t try kissing him, either because of his words from before or because she was too sluggish to do so. It was only after a while that she blushed and walked away, not before giving little Ciemnosc a kiss on his right cheek. What a good boy!
…Ciemnosc had taken a good look at his new stuff before storing them in his Covert Space bag. He saw many things like a map of the whole Region, which thanks to an array had names that could be displayed. Such a function was an on/off setting which was just really damn nice for all disciples.
Besides that, he was also given a decorative long knife that looked more like a butter knife that got enlarged than anything else. Among certain other notes that informed him of the current activities for all vocations that one would wish to form part of, all one needed to attend them was to show up. As for learning even more or even better, that was up to teachers, mentors, and what not to decide.
There were also notes explaining that should any change occur, he would be notified by it with another note, but this time arriving at the enclave where he would have to pick them up himself. All the same, Ciemnosc would have to participate in a mission at least once every 10 days if he doesn’t want to be fined and possibly expelled directly, but every 7 if he wants to be an acceptable disciple at the very least.
Besides those, Ciemnosc was given some one-use tools as gifts, both for the sake of him familiarizing himself as well as due to him becoming an outer sect disciple and hence receiving these things like a ceremonial set for each individual joining the sect to such a level.
From them, 3 of such were one-use talismans; they were called the ‘Armorian Cast’ talisman and they were basically able to be used by anyone to form a shield. It was with the notes that Ciemnosc got to become very aware of the importance of talismans, as such talismans like the Armorian Cast talismans allowed from the Spiritual Ligament Realm to the Obsidiafying Realm the use of it to create a barrier that is able to fully block the opponent’s enemy attack once.
It can even block a bit of strength from a full attack as well! These were by far the kind of one-use tools of one-use talismans that were used in the whole world, not just this Region and within this sect. One who could create them and form a business on it, not just sell them by mass producing with only one person’s effort was bound to be insanely rich.
Like this, after patting that young girl’s butt like a rogue and being smiled back at, Ciemnosc then made his way out of the enclave yet again, as he wouldn’t be waiting for any more dumbasses to come knocking at his door. Though, of course, it wouldn’t be bad to have more and more girls coming his way to be molest- no, touched and given friendly gestures nonstop.
“!” - “...” As he made his way through the gate to the streets, Ciemnosc saw to his left how there weren’t any people fixing glass or something, which would’ve been happening in cities or even in his village back then. The glass, however, was there once more. And behind such, the fatso from before was there as well, looking startled as Ciemnosc walked by, while Ciemnosc only gave a knowing nod to the poor fella.
Ignoring the little things, Ciemnosc went into the streets and walked the sidewalk for 1.5 kilometers before taking a turn left, where he could see the nearest bus stop getting filled with people.
Mixing with the cultivators and normal people group, Ciemnosc waited until a bus came by, one that wouldn’t be as fast as the bus he took before at its maximum speed but still veeeery fast that he’d only take about half an hour to reach the nearest arena.
Ptuuuuh~~. Pssshhuh~~...
When a bus came by at last, Ciemnosc and everyone in his group either stood up or looked up before starting to take their ‘money’ out. Even ordinary people took Inferior grade Powerful Stones out. Though they had to be the last to enter at all times. Not a rule, but it was what cultivators always did…
Ciemnosc didn’t enter it right away. He just didn’t want to. Instead, he and just a couple more cultivators waited until the bus that could seat about 80 people was semi-filled with cultivators before entering it as well, before the ordinary people who really seemed not to dare to enter even before them still.
Getting inside the bus, Ciemnosc paid a fee of 3 Inferior Powerful Stones and searched inside; it might seem as little, but with the speed that it could go at and the many stops it had along each bus stop that also worked as a large ‘checkpoint’ where one could station their bus for whatever reason, it was a constant and overly productive flow of money everywhere.
Public transport was, of course, the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s.
Just when Ciemnosc found no more seats around, and he looked at a pair of other outer sect disciples, his gaze alone made them shiver. They could only gulp and stand towards the very back of the bus while Ciemnosc took their seats close to the ‘exit’ at the back. Just then, he heard little and large steps approach, before a little thing fell on his lap.
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“Big Brother!” A cute little girl of about 4 years old said to Ciemnosc, who had already prepared ‘things’ so that they wouldn’t be inconvenient. Tilting his head to the left and looking at the silly, purely smiling little girl, Ciemnosc then saw a worried mother try to take her away from Ciemnosc and onto her lap, sitting right to his left as on Ciemnosc’s right was the window.
But with a shake of his head, Ciemnosc made the mother somehow immediately feel at ease with a complete stranger of a boy having on his lap her little girl… But 30 minutes later, with a sweet, ordinary-looking mother salivating with her head leaning over Ciemnosc, the little girl called out to mommy while tugging at her slightly, the mother woke up and seeing where they were, released a sigh of relief.
On the other hand, she and Ciemnosc moved out of their seats and came down, out of the bus together. While the little girl shouted for Big Brother to not leave, and the mother thanked him dearly with her eyes, Ciemnosc waved and walked away in the direction of the arena, while the mother and little daughter duo went away in another direction.
‘Big Brother? Does it feel like this is the big one? Oruu~...’ Ciemnosc was thinking while making his way towards the arena’s stadium. It was still not even 5 am, and the entire arena wasn’t even ¼ occupied. Let alone outside, where barely a soul can be seen moving.
From the outside, and waiting in the short but long-lasting queue to read the letters around himself, Ciemnosc came to know that the stadium was about 5 square kilometers long, but with its intricate structures built by cultivators and even improved every ten or tens of years; these stadiums could get more people to watch than even though possible.
It wasn’t even necessary to think about the live streams that were already available in any rich enough house and in the pleasure business, the stadiums themselves could hold up to 300,000 people watching all at the same time; one most obvious fact was that it was about 40 km tall with various floors in-between that were divided by very strong supports.
In short, a thing that only cultivators could make, and a very crazy thought put perfectly into motion, all for the sake of entertaining and gaining more and more than before.
This one that Ciemnosc was going to had a pale-yellow, sand-like color from both the outside and in the inside, judging by the images shown. And while the arenas looked clean and there were many for each floor, it was the image of when the stadiums became greatly packed with people, it was like the whole surroundings were painted with all kinds of colors except for the floor of the arena and the ceiling of the supports.
Besides those facts, whenever one was on ‘a’ floor and wanted to see ‘b’ floor’s fights, they could just pull up a tablet device that was for each seat and watch it from there in case the fights at their floor sucked huge cock. One would also be given glasses, which were cleaned by an automated array whenever they were put down. It was well thought out.
In short, they were able to feel as if they themselves could see the fight on that very same floor, and not only that, a small projection would appear at the edge of the arenas which belonged to those watching from another floor. Whenever a top notch battle between amazing individuals occurred, the seats were full, and the surroundings of the arenas were plagued by blurring in and out images of people from other floors.
“Okay, kid. What are you getting in for?” Ciemnosc had finally made his way into the stand to be allowed in. He looked to his left where a man with black skin and pointy ears, much taller than him and attracting the female coworker on Ciemnosc’s right couldn’t stop biting her lip while staring at him.
“To fight,” Ciemnosc said. The 2 workers stopped being so auto-pilot and looked at him, one stopped being thirsty, and the other stopped being uncaring and even impolite. The black male then said to him, “You’re just a kid at the Spir-”
“Oh yes, I know. I came here to fight.” Ciemnosc interrupted, rolling his eyes, wondering why everyone liked talking about how he was a kid. Wondering, also, what kind of shit they’d be saying if he was an adult instead; Ciemnosc was just grumpy now.
“Little Brother, just don’t fight in the killing zones then. There might be lots of money coming in if you win, but it is not worth it.” The female worker said, worrying about her eyebrows before going back to wishing she could rape her coworker here and then already.
“Okay, big sis. If I come back alive, we’ll go on a date.” Ciemnosc said that the black man presented a yellow ticket like thingie to himself. And after picking up that yellow ticket and placing it on his Identification Token, it became a letter-less yellow ticket which he then returned to the black man.
“...See you later.” Ciemnosc, the charming boy, flirted one last time with the young woman with a wink before entering the stadium. Speechless, both coworkers looked at his back before the black man looked at his female coworker, who then looked back up at him innocently. He said with a clearly jealous tone, “You going for the little ones now? Did I ignore you too hard, for too long?”
“I like elves more, you know it~.” The female coworker responded, leaving the next client speechless but silently enjoying the drama. The black elf then whispered in a loud tone, “That’s a kind of racism.”
“Oh shut up…”
…Entering the stadium, Ciemnosc directly noticed how there were soooo many different hallways leading everywhere, up, down, left, right, up and down, left and right; all kinds of pathways were there for anyone to take them. Ciemnosc ended up choosing a path that led generally upstairs, taking 2 minutes to get in once he found the elevator and stairs - running hella fast up the stairs without anyone stopping him.
Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step!
“W-wooow~!” The moment he stopped running and reached the end of the stairs, Ciemnosc noticed the wind from far away still. But when he really came out of the enclosed hallways, the view of the dark sky so early in the morning took his breath away. Lights of several different buildings taller than the stadium since the stadium was mostly underground, the calmness of such times of the day, and the void of people around…it all made him spread his arms and stick his chest forth to close his eyes and let even his skin breathe.
‘...Haahhh.’ Taking his all too needed time, Ciemnosc finally turned around to watch the stadium’s most obvious beauty, its ‘interiors’ where the arenas were quite a couple of kilometers at the bottom of the topmost floor.
He only now noticed as well that the pathway he chose led exactly to the widest and largest stairs in between the seats. From hereon, he could choose to move towards any floor that he wanted, as long as it was available to have a seat, of course.
‘Oh~, a beauty.’ Ciemnosc latched his eyes onto a creamy bronze skinned back with warm brown hair. She looked divine in the nightly sky. Ciemnosc tilted his head to the left as he looked at her before stepping towards her. She didn’t say anything even when Ciemnosc took the seat on her left nor when he began looking at her pretty face straight up.
‘Black eyes and small proportions, not bad, not bad.’ Ciemnosc looked at the girl, somehow finding her to be much stronger than even his brand new teacher the old man Elder Apegos. He couldn’t help getting closer to her with his innocent boy’s face. But she finally reacted with her back straight, her black eyes glancing at him from the corners of such, appearing dignified.
“You’ve stared enough? I’m in a good mood, so you are left to do these things, but don’t believe you’ll get to do more.” A tone in her voice that was tranquil, one breath with the wind and her fluctuating hair becoming even more enticing. Still dazed by her precious, natural look, Ciemnosc asked with his sweet and cute voice. “Is that a threat?”
“What do you think?” She turned her head a bit more at her, the bridge of her nose almost aiming at him and her swift, thin, and dainty eyebrows slowly jumping once on her beautiful skin; and forehead.
“That maybe this lady needs to calm down. I’m here to fight, have some ugly and people who deserve to be beaten, not beauties that deserve to live forever and be content. Especially the strong ones.” The boy looked at her as if she was a thing to be wary of as it could go ‘ka-bum’ any time now. But she smiled very lightly and bent her back to lean towards him, her eyes opening wide, nostrils too, and her mouth forming a smallish large ‘0’.
“What if I keep on being like this, ah?” Her tone became a superficial deep one. Her natural aroma reached Ciemnosc, but he looked straight into his eyes as if his body went inert. She became somewhat drawn by those eyes and even tilted her head the Ciemnosc style - like a dog.
“Then, I’ll spank you?” Ciemnosc seriously commented, his cute self appearing serious as much as he could. And thankfully being in a good mood, the young woman before him that seemed around 19 tilted her head to the left once more and raised her eyebrows. His next words made her snort out a chortle through her nostrils.
“You see good ladies are good, and they wouldn’t hit little boys. No, no. They would hug them. Kiss them, let them a-aa–a-aiyo!” Ciemnosc suddenly felt his right ear grabbed at. The young woman was now looking at him with narrowed eyes. She pulled his ear a bit more before aiming at the arena.
“Little boy, what kind of battle are you going for, hm? Didn’t you say you came here to fight?” She asked, challengingly as if about to uncover the government’s secrets.
“I mainly want to kill a lot today.” Said the cute and sweet voice of the boy, her eyes slowly opening normally and looking at this battle lusted mutual-individual with the interest in her eyes gaining authentic levels.
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