Lampard City

"...?" When the following morning arrived, Heian Ciemnosc realized the change in each other's cultivation. Elena was closer to the peak of the Ashes Soul realm, while he was already on the 6th stage of the Spirit Birth realm! Furthermore, as Elena kept lying on his lap, he felt her cultivation method growing slightly faster and much smoother! He could already tell her cultivation speed, which was quick and had the Genius favored title in the Wrath Nihility Academy, would increase.

Other than that, he also scanned her body and Dantian and Psychogenic regions one more time to conclude she would also have to spend less time and have less trouble solidifying her foundation. It was almost like Elena was another person, but she was the same kitten in his arms from last night. Her left cheek remained on his chest, but now, she had placed her hands below her face as if thanking her pillow for being so fresh without turning it over.

Still, he was surprised finding his cultivation base improved a whole stage and a little more, as he was just midway into the 7th stage when he used to be at the beginning of the 5th stage. He, too, didn’t need any extra solidification, but he had already turned that into a habit. The only thing stopping him from getting to training and ‘solidifying’ his foundation was the kitten on his lap. As for his cultivation base, it was stable to the utmost limit he always reached.

All in all, it was as if he had lost his memory and eaten away another bunch of powerful Ashes Soul realms cultivators and some Crabstynian realm cultivators and broke through, stabilized, and solidified his cultivation as a whole and then woke up here with this rare sweet Elena using him as a bed.

At this moment, Heian Ciemnosc wanted to simply wait until she woke up. His face looked down at the closed pale eyelids and her eyelashes. They seemed to have grown longer… and slightly lighter? He was holding her with his left arm and still cupping her cheek with his right arm when he noiselessly sighed and asked the person who remained outside his tent for half a minute, now knowing whether to talk or return, hesitating.

“What is it?” His voice was calm but lacked any warmth he showed others when talking to Elena. Even his team was treated politely and accordingly, but not as uninterested and ‘somewhat’ coldly as now. The Crystal Fist team member was fidgety for some moments before awkwardly speaking, “S-sir, err… I was just wondering if team leader Elena could tell us when we depart for the Academy? Student Aleksander said the Cities are in turmoil, and the Academy’s security forces have taken over the key areas of each City. Of course, the poison had successfully taken the City governor and others’ lives.”

“In 4 hours, right before noon,” Heian Ciemnosc said as he moved his hand to cover her unprotected ear. His voice became much softer, and his actions gentler. Hearing the Crystal Fist’s team member leave after bowing, Heian Ciemnosc slowly lay his back on the ground and the thin fabric of his tent’s floor. Elena was already awake now, but she seemingly didn't want to stop pressing against his body, so none of them spoke as they continued to lay together like this.

Only after a good while had passed, Elena, whose body lay on top of him without any shame or blush, and instead enjoyed every moment after sleeping for a bit more. Did she open her eyes and look at Heian Ciemnosc’s chin, then his mouth, nose, and finally, darkest eyes opening to meet her traveling gaze. Her lips formed a little smirk, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She felt her Power Energy fully healed, and lust was present in her eyes: battle lust.

“Wanna go wrestle?” Heian Ciemnosc suddenly said, his voice comical but also clear and flat. Elena said nothing but rubbed his chest back and forth with her chin as she stood up from his body like a monkey, learning to climb trees, touching and pushing down here and there until she got up. After a layer of her translucent Power Energy cleaned her body of the unusual stench that should only appear in every realm breakthrough or beginning of cultivation. “...”

Coming out of the tent, Elena flashed Heian Ciemnosc a smile, and he sensed her moving to their sparring spot. After cleaning his body of her stench with a layer of dark Power Energy and coming out of his tent, he was greeted from the sky by a few traces of light before heading her way. With how much she wanted to fight, she undoubtedly became addicted to training hard and cultivating even harder after a breakthrough. Although she didn’t have one, she felt like she did.

… Fwush, fwoosh- pa-pom, whoosh whoosh, dash dash, pum pum- rustle, thud thu- rustle rustle, rustle rustle…

… Just over an hour and 20 minutes after they disappeared into the woods once more, Heian Ciemnosc and Elena were sparring with all intensity at melee terms. After breaking through, Heian Ciemnosc was much farther away from what Elena could even try fighting against. But she had become faster and more agile. She could start using her body with an expertise Heian Ciemnosc only learned after being molested by his mentors back at the Crimsonbreaking Carrier…

At this moment, Elena sent her right arm into a thrusting punch. The air around her was impulsed backwards in a light, swirling motion that was barely noticeable. But even as she had become faster and nimbler, Heian Ciemnosc had broken through so many stages effortlessly and without complications, so she could not outmatch him in terms of speed and quick reactions.

Previously, he would, time after time, break apart each of her hits and neutralize her body movements until she learned not to just punch and kick once and be done with it. She wasn’t used to this much speed and agility within her body. Heian Ciemnosc acted as more than her sparring partner as he roughly taught her a couple intuitive things. Rough, not because of his incapability to teach, but because he was ‘too rough’ in teaching her.

Heian Ciemnosc didn’t give her a single chance to amend her mistakes. He would throw her away and palm her stomach a little as punishment. He couldn’t be like his mentors and grope her as much as he wanted, through or under her clothes. Elena was slowly learning, but considering this was her first time employing a completely different melee-combat style than she had trained and was used to before, she did pretty well.

Thus, as Elena threw her right fist forward to punch Heian Ciemnosc’s heart, he no longer easily avoided it. But as she was about to restart her punch without using Power Energy, only covering her first and arm in it, Heian Ciemnosc suddenly sent his right palm forward and met her fist. Elena became astounded, and her eyes widened larger than saucers. Her momentum was stopped, and she couldn’t retract her body or arm to hit again.

When their hands met, her punching made a little sound compared to the overbearing sound of his palm connecting with her fist. It was too late to send her left arm or legs to push from him or even hit him. However, she was once again astounded as Heian Ciemnosc turned his palm into a grabbing motion and then swung her away, her eyes blinking nonstop and staring at him as she was head over heels before landing on the ground again on top of a crooked root of a tree.

Elena grinned wildly, and Heian Ciemnosc looked at her with a tilt to the left from his head, which turned into his body, slightly leaning over to the left. They both dashed after setting their eyes on the other with utmost speed. Both their arms folded and thrown backwards, their hands turned into ‘claws’ to grasp at each other’s shoulders the moment they clashed again.

Just when they were half a meter away from each other, they stopped on the spot like both had been simply walking all along, and with a smoothness so grand, they each raised a leg to meet each other’s kick. Heian Ciemnosc raised his right leg and kicked with the sole of his foot while she lifted her left leg to meet his kick with her shin. When their foot and shin connected, Heian Ciemnosc grabbed her tummy with his left ‘claw’ and pulled her.

When she thought she would be thrown away again, to her surprise, Elena felt her clothes grabbed and her body forced to meet his. As their bodies fell together on the ground, each other’s sweat mingled as their forehead clicked. Heian Ciemnosc was still grabbing her clothes around her tummy as hers grabbed his collar only now before he suddenly began crocodile-wrestling on land with her over the ground’s fallen leaves and grass.

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They rolled on the ground for several minutes nonstop, even moving several hundred meters away from where they started. When they finally stopped rolling. Their clothing was still fine, but their hair was messed up. Nothing that a few seconds can’t naturally repair for a cultivator so close to the peak of the First Step.

“Hahh, hak, haahhh..” - “Huff, huff…” Elena was the most tired of the two as Heian Ciemnosc was simply catching his breath from Elena’s struggles, getting more playful and silly. With his back against the ground, she straddled him as her hands grabbed still his collar. She slowly let go of him and sat on his crotch, shamelessly straddling him and holding her hair a little in relaxation.

Elena looked at the pale skin on his face. Her gaze traveled downwards to his neck, collarbone, chest… all the way until only his pale pelvis was barely visible from their wrestling. She lost the focus on her gaze and said, “I’m gonna see it a little.”

She didn’t wait for Heian Ciemnosc’s response before fiddling her fingertips around his pants, lowering them slightly, opening the zipper, and slowly bearing him naked from the waist to his knees…

“...!” Heian Ciemnosc was left vulnerable. It wasn’t a simple ‘yo, I’m curious, lemme check your wiener real quick bro’ situation. She could very well prepare him to rape him here and now! But instead of feeling like that, Heian Ciemnosc felt Elena’s comfort and desire for him and his body. Thus, when she undressed him down to his knees, he only saw her devoted acts before trying to keep his monster quiet.

However, it was impossible. Elena was exclusively staring down at him, not even touching, but Heian Ciemnosc’s monstrosity was already rising from the dead. Looking at Elena, her face was lowered so much he could only see the top of her head and blonde hair covering what little of her face could be seen. Her neck hung a lot, and her hands were several inches away from his manhood, which didn’t emit heat. But its chilly and freshness made her hands feel like a volcano was beside her palms and skin.

The bent and enlarging member was before her crotch. Elena couldn’t drive her eyes off of it. Before she knew it, her hands went over to touch, grab and squeeze it. A groan came from before her, and she remembered Heian Ciemnosc wasn’t unconscious, asleep, or something similar. Her face blushed, but her hands tightened their grip on his manhood. She brought her lower body closer to his testicles, her pants rubbing on his phallus and monstrous balls as she… started sweeping her hands up and down.

She was abruptly fast and seemed entranced with the sensation but suddenly slowed down, and her fingers separated more. Looking down at Heian Ciemnosc’s penis, she was mesmerized even more, seeing it slightly squirm and shake at times. The meat protruding between her fingers and hypnotizing her to keep going was like a spell she deliciously let herself in. More and more groans compelled her to give him more affection and show it via her hands’ movements.

Not knowing what to do well, she became engrossed in learning while listening to his groans and checking every twitch on his face. Soon, she forced Heian Ciemnosc to half-sit up, his abdomen tensing as his eyes locked with her’s. Elena tried shyly avoiding them at first but then remembered who she was and exchanged gazes with him. During their staring contest, she jolted evermore as liquid jumped into the air. But her filthy hands never stopped swiping up and down slowly and tightly.

At last, she sobered up little by little. She looked down and found a fountain of whitey substance covering her fully from her fingertips to her wrists. It was… so damn much. While she was getting dizzy by the amount, as if her primitive instincts told her to go for it, her reasoning told her to stand up and go away before she instigated Heian Ciemnosc to mate with her.

Rustle, thud. However, Heian Ciemnosc grabbed her waist and pulled her down. Just as reason filled her head. She fell on his lap again, this time directly feeling the source of her horny dog state against her clothed vulva. Even then, its coolness and the liquid smearing all over her crotch could be clearly sensed as she looked with open eyes at Heian Ciemnosc, unsure how to proceed to the possible idea of coupling…

“I-I-... I just wanted to see it for myself and to-t- touch it. I have to understand my fi- f- first dick, anyways…” Elena stammered for the first time after meeting Heian Ciemnosc and to him as she blushed and tightened her essence-covered fists. Heian Ciemnosc’s face turned severe, and he forced her pelvis and lower abdomen against his body with his left arm. His right hand slapped her bum fiercely, and she winced in apparent pain.

“None of those jokes again,” his voice never so adamant and commanding as he looked up at her. After all, she was sitting on his lap, so their stature didn’t matter for now. After silently yelping in pain and writhing from the burning sensation, she felt her crotch and hands cleaned up without knowing when, as she looked down at the second man and person in her whole life to spank her. And it had been almost a decade since it last happened to her.

“Okawy, I’m sorry…” Elena looked so afflicted with thick tears threatening to stream down her face in a while. Heian Ciemnosc became tender upon seeing this brand new side to her, so he didn’t make her go through silent treatment anymore and said as he cleaned her cheeks off her tears before closing his face onto hers. “Oh, I forgive you.”

“!!” Then, without warning, Heian Ciemnosc planted his lips on her mouth. She widened her eyes as much as possible before immediately relaxing her eyelids and closing them down heavily, about to doze off in the moment. It was a simple lips-to-lips action, but she felt so secure and in the right hands that she couldn’t wish anything but to remain like this a little longer. But after just a couple seconds, with his upper body arching forwards to plant his lips on hers, Heian Ciemnosc parted the kiss, and her brown eyes immediately opened to gaze clearly at his face.

“Don’t be so stupid anymore,” Heian Ciemnosc said with serene eyes, not looking at her as he did to a few girls back at the Carrier, as if having granted them an honor, but intimately instead. He and Elena looked at each other for more time as they talked of so many things between their eyes.

. . .

The next day, in the morning. Lampard City streets.

Setting their mission group on the journey back to the Academy, now with the Cities no longer a possible hidden danger for them. Elena’s birdy tool, Taeo, brought everyone to the first City. From there, everyone just took portal after portal back to the Academy. However, due to the recent unrest in the Blackotia Kingdom, the large Cities around the Academy couldn’t be accessed at certain times every day, which could be decided by the City governors.

Everyone experienced an increase in their cultivation. Elena was closer to the Crabstynian realm. Her Crystal Fist Team broke through a stage for a few people, even those in the Crabstynian realm. Heian Ciemnosc also broke into stage-up, but it wasn’t just him. His Concealed Ornament Team each went a stage forward in their cultivation path. Sakura had even caught up to Esteban and Fengly. All 3 were now in the workings of solidifying their foundation at an equal pace.

Despite not knowing each other, after getting to fight together for 2 fights crazy enough for no one to believe them, the oxytocin did its wonders to bring Heian Ciemnosc’s poor victims in his team closer. Oleg was the quietest when there wasn’t a battle. And even though Heian Ciemnosc didn’t see him fight for too long, Oleg was teased by his team members about his ‘voicy’ behavior when killing enemies. He also killed the most, though.

Victor could deal with dozens of enemies just a stage or 2 lower than his without complications. Violet was impossible to distract, even with pain, as long as she was in a fight. When she sparred with her other teammates, she was slightly dorky. But they were quickly honing her combat style and skills so there wouldn’t be any tragic mistakes or accidents. The unstoppable trio, Esteban, Fengli, and Sakura, were simply formidable among the rest.

Just one of them was a side-boss for Heian Ciemnosc, and if there were 2 stages above his battle prowess, they would be big bosses instead. Heian Ciemnosc could only remember his last duels when thinking of worthy opponents. Yet, just 3 people he had in his team could trash him around even if he was on an equal battle prowess as them.

Lastly, some of Elena’s team members were already up to breakthrough into the Crabstynian realm. But with how heavy the situation in the Kingdom was becoming, they would not choose to have such a major-realm breakthrough outside the Academy, not even in the large Cities.

… Right now, as the morning struck down the streets of Lampard City, Heian Ciemnosc and Elena walked together as she playfully hopped around beside him on his right. She wasn’t being silly, nor did her personality change. She was just cheerful and wanted to be silly for as long as she remained in the mood. As for Heian Ciemnosc, he was already in a good mood after visiting 3 ‘local’ bookstores and finding so many books the Academy didn’t focus on showing in their library. Many were tales and stories, but others were journals from recent cultivators now in the Fourth, Fifth, or even Sixth Step. Some little reading wouldn’t hurt.

“Hey, Elena. What’s with the lots of costumes like those?” Heian Ciemnosc asked after walking by the fifth large building with the word ‘cosplay’ on it, accompanied by ‘convention’ or ‘meeting’ and even ‘party’ around the City.

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