Having Meals Everywhere
"So, who are you~?" Heian Ciemnosc said that as he turned around the corner of the alley and fearlessly stepped into it. His arms were low, swinging and separated from his body as it leaned slightly to the left. The backstreet was wholly obscured, without an ounce of light, but Heian Ciemnosc could see a figure with their back facing him wearing a long and well-covering cloak. It was colorless for many, but for Heian Ciemnosc, they were of a blue color. Simple, casual, but striking blue color.
“I’d like something from you,” the female voice spoke as she turned around and pulled down her hood, but she still had a veil-like hood thinner than the first one covering her facial features. Her body showed a magnificent, to-die-for body that only Alyona could be described as an equal. From her breasts to every muscle hidden by clothing, it was marvelous. “Rather… I’d like to ask for your help, to request something from you.”
“...!” Heian Ciemnosc’s heart skipped beats faster than he had ever thought he could other than when he first met his now wives. Her enchanting figure and overly exotic, transcendental beauty overtook his senses. But he quickly worked to keep his cool so she wouldn’t notice… he could see her!
Even as she was sure his Spirit Sense couldn’t overcome hers, and she was right, she was unaware that Heian Ciemnosc could see through the obscurity of things without an ounce of Spirit Sense. Heian Ciemnosc didn’t use his Spirit Sense at the moment. Thus, this female person grew up in an even lighter mood and lifted her head a little enough to reveal her azure and mature eyes. Not knowing Heian Ciemnosc’s heart became much more chaotic with her frontal appearance.
Yet, though her skin was seen through light brown color, her genuine features were darkened from his eyes, and he couldn’t truly see through them. It became clear she was protecting herself, even as she was unaware Heian Ciemnosc could see through her. But Heian Ciemnosc had already seen enough to be charmed. And if she were to know and was desperate enough, she might have directly thrown her body at him.
“Mister…?” Seeing his unresponsive behavior made the female think she was about to threaten him. Thus, she lowered her face and appeared subservient, even as Heian Ciemnosc’s eyes reflected her brutally gritted her own teeth. But even as she self-humiliated herself this much, to her heart’s and soul’s image, she didn’t attempt any move on him. “I bring you no harm, nor do I wish you any. Please, hear my words, and you might understand my purpose here.”
“Ah- kcn… gu- gulp. I was just thinking… thinking.” Heian Ciemnosc said after noticing her behavior and hearing her words. He instinctively stepped forward and spoke, his right hand slightly raised and his palm facing the sky. “What is it you’re looking for?”
Frowning his eyebrows, Heian Ciemnosc felt her Spirit Sense travel to his face and easily pass through his anti-Spirit Sense uniform and jacket, aimed at his heart and abdomen. After hearing his words and scanning him, to which he did his best to not take offense, the female voice was heard again. “In your possession, there’s an item I wish to obtain. It is my sole reason for exiting my home and coming here. Just for this once chance.”
Despite her calm, collected, and soothing voice, Heian Ciemnosc felt the heaviness and tension behind every spoken letter. He became so engrossed and let his exceptional qualities too deep into the emotions she put and laid bare that he tightened his fists in response. Seeing that, the female once again mistook him as feeling threatened, so she slowly knelt down with her palms placed one atop the other and facing the ground. But her movements were halted as her legs trembled with Heian Ciemnosc’s following set of words.
“The Soul-exalting Old World parchment, isn’t it? I can’t give it to you,” Heian Ciemnosc’s voice had become calm. But, in her heart, it was the coldest response she could have ever gotten, and so soon at that.
“!!” Her eyes visibly became rounder, but her trembling legs, folding and bending to kneel, continued to do so after her initial shock and dismay. He didn’t even haggle or show interest in knowing her, seeing her body. It was such a plain refusal…
“My l-lord…” the female said, her heart pounded heavily and ached as she felt hurled in utter shame. Yet, she continued to kneel and even sounded ‘putong’ against the ground, her body falling as low as possible while looking at Heian Ciemnosc like a dispirited little girl in the middle of tragedy and a rainy, lonely day.
Slowly lowering her body and bending her back, she prostrated several meters before Heian Ciemnosc, not knowing her tragical appearance was thoroughly seen, to an extent, by him. She spoke with a trembling, ultimately soft and whispering, mosquito voice. “Sir, please, I beg of you. I do this not for myself. Not for my individual, trifling prowess but for my home. It is in shambles, deteriorating and falling apart. It has been for a long time…”
Her last few words became utterly hopeless, as if her heart was about to break apart. Heian Ciemnosc couldn’t tell what kind of past or how long her home’s history went back. But he kept his ultimately cold, serene, and lovable eyes on her prostrated back in a kowtow. She didn’t pause for even half a second to implore, to beg him!
“Since you know I am doing this for my family’s sake, home and organization… Even after knowing my reasons and my goal, a protective intention… Would you still not allow me to pay for the parchment?” Though accusatory, the female voice was honest and assertive, challenging any possible excuse someone in Heian Ciemnosc’s shoes might take or employ. He had to man-up and either accede or refuse her after negotiating but like a man and facing her directly.
“And what do you offer? Riches? I don’t need them since I am from the Wrath Nihility Academy. Your body? Is it more precious than the parchment if you’re willing to trade it? Besides, from what I saw, you don’t even seem to have that many riches anyway,” Heian Ciemnosc said. The moment he spoke the last phrase, the female looked up at him, her eyes shining as she remembered her hopelessness from back at the auction house.
“I can make you an Emperor, a Prince, or even let you take our whole Region with my help and thriving rebirth of my organization. It isn’t impossible… I could achieve that for you in less than 500 years!” The female looked at Heian Ciemnosc furtively, her desperation more apparent than ever. But she only received his silence, “...”
“... I can tell you knew my status before telling you it myself. Yet, you do not seem to hold intentions to hurt me, not only because I am a Wrath Nihility Academy Student but because you yourself are not willing to harm me. Unlike that trio from before,” Heian Ciemnosc said, letting his words slowly drill into the female’s head, but he remained unmoved like a mountain. “I am not giving you the parchment. I need it. Dearly. For those close to me. But I can tell you this. If you’re not too stupid and wait far too long to ask the Academy for help, then I’m sure you can be helped.”
“The Academy, even if your organization has a history with it, can work out a deal that won’t slave you for only the Academy’s benefit. But a deal that benefits both organizations. If there’s something I’m realizing, it’s that the Academy needs allies now more than ever, at least growing ones. And if your organization and the Academy weren’t rivals or enemies in the past, then it would be much easier to strike a deal. That’s all I have to tell you… besides this: I’m sorry, I can’t give it to you no matter what.”
Heian Ciemnosc’s voice was dragged on and hoarse towards the end, but he wasn’t being dismissive. With his knees bending, he crouched down to face the female at the same level, still several meters away. His darkest eyes, facial features, and inner body were all clearer than the darkness’ presence every night to her mind and eyesight.
“Oh. If this is it, then I must go. Wish you good luck, though.” Heian Ciemnosc exclaimed before standing up and turning around to walk away. As he was halfway outside the alley, he heard the female’s voice with utmost clarity.
“Maybe you’re right, and I should do that before it’s too late.” She stood up, her clothing rustled through the wind, caressing her body and trembling with her words. She fully cloaked herself again before departing as her words were like hands and palms softly landing all over his back. “But the Academy will have to survive first to see if they can help me, my family, and my home… My reason to exist. Good luck to you, too.”
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“...” Heian Ciemnosc became stern, somber and taciturn. His widened eyes slowly calmed down, and he looked at the ground as a few small puddles began forming at the alley.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter… Heian Ciemnosc looked up into the sky. It was so dark that he could barely see any stars. He became confounded before enlightening as he was perfectly reminded of his days at his natal home. His darkest eyes put to shame not only on the night sky above everyone’s heads and everything but the universe’s black itself.
. . .
Wrath Nihility Academy’s territory, just 6 short days of becoming 15 years and 4 months old. Heian Ciemnosc and his mission group returned home at the Central Building. Early morning.
After the day had gone away and the night was spent in the hotel, Elena spent an hour with Mily and the brunette young woman before coming to Heian Ciemnosc’s room. Though she clarified to them why she was doing this, they couldn’t help but tease the ‘bigger woman’ leaving the girls, them, to go to a man’s room for the whole night. It didn’t matter to Elena anyway. She and Milyy were seen as younger sisters or even little sisters by Heian Ciemnosc. Yet, Elena could ‘play’ with him with the stupid excuse with the objective of learning sexual skills.
But more important than that, she got to feel the same that a few nights before, as if she was blooming from within, a sensation she had never expected to feel within. After nights of failing to accomplish the same on her own, she had Heian Ciemnosc’s aid, immediately receiving the desired effects. Her body felt like it was evolving, unlocking an ability or capability. She always felt numb and was stuck somewhere, deep inside her.
On the other hand, Heian Ciemnosc felt his Power Energy skyrocket in the progression of his cultivation base. It was already as stable as always. His foundation was as solid as ever possible. But now, after using that method with Elena, his 6th stage advanced until he reached the later proportions and advancements before challenging the 7th stage. With the new discovery, Heian Ciemnosc and Elena were more than glad to continue cultivating.
She also felt her cultivation speed improved to her own level, and not substantially, meaning Heian Ciemnosc wasn’t sharing his talent or passing it to others erroneously. It was mutual and beneficial, and there was no negative side effect, but it couldn’t last forever. After playing around a little, Heian Ciemnosc’s manhood was handled, and Elena’s precious bum and nonexistent chest were played with. Even when they wanted to keep cultivating together, Heian Ciemnosc and Elena were awoken as if they had been forced to halt by the world.
That’s when they understood. There was a limit to everything, and their bodies were not inexhaustible. Even more so, after cultivating together, they felt this need to immediately cultivate on their own, to progress alone without needing each other. Or else they would have an itch that they couldn’t identify but was still unbearable the more they let it be.
… And now that they were back in the Academy, Heian Ciemnosc and Elena were going to try again, this time so that Elena could breakthrough and see if she had any notable changes from previous realm breakthroughs now that she received his helpful method. After all, it seemed as if Heian Ciemnosc’s method of cultivating together was different when one was at the last steps before breaking through the next realm.
Though Elena was, in fact, increasing her progress with his help, it was much slower than what both thought his method should be helping her. But before understanding more of this, they couldn’t tell nor try it with others. Heian Ciemnosc’s strange method was not downright unique in the world, but it was so rare it could practically be any kind of Art. Presenting it to anyone, even their team members, might not be… prudent.
At this time, Elena and Milyy stood side to side as they looked at Heian Ciemnosc's walk to a universal terminal, with the brunette following his every instruction to the letter, sneaking glances at his face as if he was her idol. They were calmly looking at this as he helped the brunette place her wrists above the universal terminal. Each time it happened, a glowy violet stream of tiny particles would come from the panel and form a ring around her forearm. The brunette winced, as if in pain when Heian Ciemnosc seemed to say something to her… before adding something else.
She was already calmed down by his words, but when he added the last part, she blushed and lowered her head slightly, like a little girl deciding she was strong and unstoppable out of nowhere.
“Elena, something in your mind?” Milyy seemed to hear what was happening and lifted her left eyebrow. Turning to her left, she looked at Elena, who was more or less the same height as her, and asked as she sensed Elena’s quivering Power Energy fluctuations. Elena shook her head and looked to her left, their faces pretty close. “It’s nothing. There’s this important project going on. It involved Heian Ciemnosc and me. Would you like to participate?”
“What is it?” Milyy became interested and asked Elena. The latter gathered her lips in a pout at the right corners of her lips and looked up before looking down at Milyy, “We found out he is a great cultivating partner. I think he has an… innate dual cultivation method. We... we have only tried in a very simplistic way, but we don’t even know his method’s most basic limitations. Cici told me you have an enormously powerful cultivation base, much more than anyone from our mission group. Would you be willing to?”
“Sure!” Milyy agreed without bothering to ponder on the issue. All Elena was speaking was what interested her the most… She then asked, “But. What things will he do to me?”
“...” Elena put on a ‘dang girl’ face and slumped her shoulders to look at Milyy, her head tilting to the left and backwards. “I told you it’s nothing like that. He simply needs direct contact with my skin or clothes. Then, he sends his dark Power Energy and Spirit Sense into every vital part of me.”
“Eh? That risky? I don’t… know…” Milyy’s eyes widened just a bit as she jolted her head backwards, but she looked at Elena and waited for more. Elena pressed her lips together and continued, “If he was a miserable fucker like the Great Sage, do you think Alyona, the Crimsonterror, would be his wife?”
“Oh~!” Milyy’s eyes brightened, realization coming back to her as she expectantly looked at Elena like she was a piece of meat that could attract more pieces of meat in a hungry, boring, and to-be-lazy day. Elena pressed her lips again and rolled her eyes patiently and cutely before continuing. “We’ve tried twice with me. I have a lower Power Energy storage and battle prowess than he does. Yet he was able to rapidly cultivate from the initial steps of the 5th stage to needing just a couple days more of cultivating together to enter the 7th stage. Did you see through that?”
“Oh, right. Mhm, I just don’t care about that. To me, cultivating was soooo fast. Ahem, so…” Milyy commented, nodding and talking like it was common ground. But looking at Elena’s confused face becoming annoyed, she quieted down and let her first friend in the world continue. Elena rolled her eyes, slightly exasperated this time. “We- ah, sorry! Can we come to your… house? Tomorrow? We’ll try see if I can begin closed-door cultivation to enter the Crabstynian realm after tonight.”
“Well, well, well…” Milyy had a crafty, naughty facial expression that was more playful than mature as she nudged Elena’s right shoulder upwards with her left shoulder. “Are you sure he only makes contact with your body and not with your respective woman-making hole? Hm? Young girl? Hmmm?”
“Mil~!!” Elena cried out loud, dragging her voice as she faced the ceiling in embarrassment. Milyy’s eyes widened like saucers and became content. She then hopped once and put her fists as if to box with Elena, “Are we on the nicknames or pet names stage yet? Cool! I want to call Junior Brother Apprentice as Cici, too! Hehe…”
“Eh? Look, they’ve finished.” Elena won the tickling battle as Milyy was too afraid to hurt her bestie. Elena was unaware, of course. She finger-pointed to Heian Ciemnosc and the brunette, now facing each other and the latter smiling at the former. Milyy looked with a slight pout, her lips puckered out and her eyebrows creasing upwards.
Heian Ciemnosc smoothly walked forth, grasped her chin with his right fist as if intending to take hold of her whole shin, and lowered his neck a little as she let him move her head however he wished. They met each other’s lips flatly, revealing a pecking kiss that was innocent, gentle, yet close-knit but not truthfully intimate.
After she received his planted kiss, she smiled even more widely before closing her eyes and letting her eyelashes speak of deluge-amount-of words in silence to him. Heian Ciemnosc let go of her chin, but his lips met her forehead next. When he finished this second kiss, she smiled lightly and thinly, her eyes bright as she turned without voicing a goodbye. When she passed beside Elena and Milyy, she respectfully bowed and waved at them in farewell and thanks.
“Err, is Heian Ciemnosc like that with every girl? Even… you?” Milyy asked. Her fingernails played and flicked with each other as her face turned somewhat awry. Looking at Heian Ciemnosc’s direction, he began slowly walking towards them. She heard Elena speak without an ounce of worry, full of confidence. “Nahh, he doesn’t kiss me like that. Heian Ciemnosc does so with his heart beating. And even though I can’t feel it, his body is burning too when he does. With her… she’s granted comfort and encouragement. It’s different.”
“Even when he fornicates with Arla, she tells me he always ensues she feels comforted and that she isn’t a slut, but his endeared slut at the moment. It’s similar to that brand-new Student. Since you are his Master’s daughter, you must already know he isn’t Human, right? Maybe… for his Race, or those specifically like him, it’s normal to face other Races like this? It’s…”
“Like the God Race from the ancient Changes…” Milyy changed her attitude and ideals as she looked at Heian Ciemnosc, just a few steps before him. The visual shock from that revelation slowly dissipated until only her understanding and glowy turquoise and hot pink color mix in her eyes remained. And in her mind, a whole new concept for Heian Ciemnosc was born. Milyy no longer felt alienated after she saw him do that.
“Oh. What. Do I have some Race’s rests on the corners of my lips, or something?” Heian Ciemnosc asked Milyy after Elena blinked him in morse code, telling him she had recruited Milyy for further experimenting, his darkest eyes on Milyy’s eyes as she answered relatively simply.
“Nah, I would’ve taken a bite if you did.”
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Let It Rain's Note: Wow! So much talking~. Almost as if I'm planning something...? ৲( ᵒ ૩ᵕ )৴♡*৹ (.•̵̑⌓•̵̑ ) o(｀^´*).