End Of Vacations, Ambitious Walk

"Even though yours is already formed, it is the same as if not existing. You are severely injured and lose cultivation whenever you use it, even when you did it at certain scouting missions. Your Soul granted you with severe affliction, was it not?" Lady Calisneia spoke to Heian Ciemnosc almost as if interrogating him. But it seemed as if she knew everything he had done in the war, not just the vile research he did to the Races, continued from the Sinvonnia Kingdom. Heian Ciemnosc felt embarrassed.

“Then, what does Master intend?” Heian Ciemnosc asked as he contemplated. Lady Calisneia looked up pensively before setting her gaze on him. “Teaching you how to manipulate your Dominion before you ‘form’ your Soul will be the best outcome for when you unlock it. If there’s nothing wrong in your path, then it will be freed from its restraints when you break into the Spirit Rebirth realm. You must hurry and become a Second Step cultivator. A Defiant cultivator.”

“I still need to recuperate. Calculating my cultivation speed with the dual cultivation method can increase quickly. But I’m unsure if I can break into the Spirit Rebirth realm in less than a year. I have only tried it at its fullest with one of my team members.” Heian Ciemnosc voiced his concerns, not hiding anything from his Master. Lady Calisneia slowly nodded, and her eyes were understanding as she began elaborating.

“Teaching you to master this ability will grant you great surprises when your Soul is freed. Before that, you may never use it again. Since you can still depend on your innate Supreme Art… then I’ll also guide you through it,” Lady Calisneia said. Heian Ciemnosc’s eyes twinkled. He hurriedly nodded towards her, “Thank you, Master.”

Lady Calisneia nodded again, “Let’s commence. To read with your Soul, even if not using directly, depart your senses from everything else. Spirit Sense, energy, pure energy, and your physical body…”

Heian Ciemnosc began to obediently listen as he closed his eyes in his illusory inner body. Without further words, Heian Ciemnosc followed her instructions and only spoke when he succeeded, failed, or didn’t understand something. Over the next few days, this would only keep on going while his Master kept teaching him more and different, further advanced subjects.

. . .

Time passed, and Heian Ciemnosc became a study maniac for ⅔ of every day since he joined his Master in meditating whenever she cultivated. The rest was spent with either his wives or Milyy.

… On one occasion, 15 days after Heian Ciemnosc began his secluded meditation and studies, he was seated in a kitchen just 20 minutes before he returned to his Master’s side. Right then, Milyy walked in and stepped towards him after placing her empty glasses, smelling of milk and juice, on the kitchen aisle and directly sat on top of Heian Ciemnosc.

“Hey, how are you doing? Have you been weeell~?” Milyy asked Heian Ciemnosc as if her tiny bottom wasn’t on top of his manly thighs. Heian Ciemnosc didn’t address her antics and let her accommodate her body on his lap. Looking up at her, he saw her struggling turquoise and hot pink eyes as they bravely looked down. With a calm voice, somewhat dragged-on, he answered. “It’s great, Milyy. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll cultivate soon. I think dual cultivating with my wives is helping me more than I thought, and them.”

‘Especially after understanding so much from the Soul-exalting Old Word parchment…’ Thought Heian Ciemnosc. Of course, he didn’t say such words with hidden lewd beneath them to this little kitty. However, with just his words, Milyy’s facial expressions changed left and right, time and again, from surprised and slightly frustrated to frowning and somewhat challenged and bothered.

“Well, what’s so great about dual cultivating? Isn’t it better to do it with someone much stronger than your previous partners?” Milyy said with her exquisite frown, her dark-dull orange eyebrows irresistible as she asked him by flicking her short-medium hair to her back over her shoulder. Heian Ciemnosc looked at her calmly and serenely before responding, his back leaning backwards, and the back of his hands joined and put against her lower back.

“No, Milyy. Dual cultivation methods are different from mine. Some, you don’t need someone stronger or weaker in specific, but those with certain characteristics. However, those are harmful to the other party, and that’s something that it’s just against me. The other type is harmless but requires a party to find a partner with a similar or higher cultivation base. Only you would receive something, while the others would just get pleasure. I hear only Succubi and Incubi could share those benefits with whoever their partners were. But their lineage had been too diluted, and no method like that is beyond the rarity and value of a Supreme Art nowadays.”

“Then,” Milyy leaned on Heian Ciemnosc’s body as he rested his back on the chair. Her hair was flung to the back of his left shoulder as the top of her head hit just above his left chest. Her body was as slender and limp as a cat’s can be, only with warmth and much more enticing than a couple of cats would feel when being playful and coy. Her voice became softer than he had ever heard without her mother around. “What’s yours so different from them?”

“It benefits us both, don’t you remember?” Heian Ciemnosc moved his hands so his palms would receive hers and lifted them. Milyy’s eyes looked at their hands, and her breath quickened for a couple breaths before nodding. “Uhuh, but that was cultivating ‘together’ and not dual cultivating. Don’t fool me. Everyone in the armies you were in knew about what you did with your team members. I don’t mind. It’s just that I know the truth. Ahem- not like I should mind. I mean, I don’t judge.”

Rolling his eyes a little and feeling her slender hands turn into little fists, Heian Ciemnosc nodded twice before saying, “I know, I know. Milyy isn’t like other ugly people. I get it~.”

“Tehee,” with a proud giggle, Milyy was ignored by Heian Ciemnosc as he continued. “Dual cultivating with others doesn’t bring me potential harm with those with a higher cultivation base than me, as it did when I tried to help you before the war. It doesn’t influence sexual pleasure, but- the sensation of closeness and intimacy is overwhelmingly enhanced several times. And this is without using my Soul, which most dual cultivation methods are for.”

“W-woww…” Milyy’s already pale, rosy skin blushed, her head low, and her bum slightly wriggled. Heian Ciemnosc took her wrists and nodded. Milyy’s nose was scratched a little by his neck, making her twist and sniffle from the top of her nose.

“Then, if you use it with someone weaker than you, their cultivation and path are enhanced?” Milyy asked, causing Heian Ciemnosc to give her more ticklish sensations on her face. She asked again, her head fully resting, as if codependent, on his left shoulder with her mouth just a few inches from his neck’s skin close to the jugular. “And with someone stronger, the effects are reduced, but you seem to recuperate your injuries faster?”

“It is at least so for now,” Heian Ciemnosc nodded, hearing another deep but silent purr vibrating on his left shoulder and collarbone’s side. “It will be enhanced soon, but I can’t tell how much. I calculate it is good enough to keep up with my current cultivation speed. But it may be even better if I can improve my bodily strength.”

“Mmm,” Milyy murmured, not sure if it would be appropriate to volunteer herself to heal his injuries faster. After all, the quicker he recuperated, the less time he would need to cultivate back to his previous cultivation base record. And she was also the strongest person he had connections with in the entire world. Even if Alyona was to break into the Fourth Step, she would be far behind herself.

“Hey, that’s not important.” - “Ah? Grryaawh!” Milyy heard Heian Ciemnosc’s words, so she looked up to gaze at his face, only for his right hand to win her thoughts, having already grasped her chin and lifting her small young girl’s head to face him upfront. She was about to react, brandishing her slender hands out of instinct. But absurdly forcefully restrained herself and could only look at Heian Ciemnosc with watery eyes and a reddened face from the struggle.

“What now?” She asked, her voice low and deep, her instincts still so high up. Although Heian Ciemnosc was fearless and seemed more mighty handsome like this, looking deep and directly into this dangerous peak Goddess’s eyes, his back was drenched and forming seas of cold sweat. Still, his voice was as smooth as possible as he calmly asked her. “What is important is… Do you mind accompanying me to the ‘press conference’ a month and a half later?”

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“Heee!” Milyy sucked a steep and cold breath into her lungs, her eyes widening and appearing terribly cute. She began hopping on his lap, her forearms on his shoulders and the tips of their noses bumping into each other as she revealed her longest canine fangs from corner to corner. “Really, really, really?!”

“Yup,” with such a task as difficult as breaking into the heavens, Heian Ciemnosc calmly responded and looked at the overly excited eyes of the dangerous kitty. Milyy stopped hopping around when she heard his response and started rubbing back and forth on his lap as if she had lost all sense and only thought about one thing. But her face looked slightly up, and she was seemingly content with life.

“Oh yeah, of course I’m going! I’ll try to pick something, ah! Mother bought me millions of dresses from all around the world, even some weird celebratory ones when you were in the war. I’ll just ask your wives which ones you lik- are the best for this conference, my go~~sh!” Milyy slowly came to a realization and looked down at Heian Ciemnosc’s face, her lips forming a wide grin that instilled fear and arousal in Heian Ciemnosc’s innocent heart.

“Ey~, what’s this?” Milyy lowered both her hands, quickly holding onto the handle with the length of more than her forearm. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at Heian Ciemnosc’s face and down at Heian Ciemnosc Jr’s hidden self. Her mouth was relaxed and semi-opened, but she looked at Heian Ciemnosc teasingly, “Is this what I think it is?”

“Milyy. No!” Heian Ciemnosc grabbed her wrists. Trying to stop this from becoming too shameful. However, he was hopeless. With a single sweep of the strength in her hands, she tumbled Heian Ciemnosc with his back against the ground. She followed suit, straddling his right leg with her mound of venus against his lower thigh above his knee and her hands slowly floating towards his pants.

“Milyy, stop it!” - “No! You’re the Little Brother. I’m the Big. So you have to listen to me! Let me see it! What? Do you think nobody has seen it before?! Even Mother shook her head when she knew! Oh wait, that reminds me, I showed her- never mind!” - “Milyy!” - “Shut it, or you’ll-”

“Kids, what’s going on over there?” Suddenly, amidst their bickering and Milyy's hands not pulling down only because she wanted Heian Ciemnosc to want to show it to her too, Lady Calisneia’s voice rang out as Milyy’s eyes turned as wide as saucers. She flung her right hand, and they both floated with incredible pace back to how they were seated as if returning in time. Only Heian Ciemnosc’s pelvis showed as Milyy straddled him, and their skin connected.

“Nothing, mommy! Oh, what is it? Do you need something?” Milyy’s voice was something. It was calm and collected, but Heian Ciemnosc could feel the still growing heated, sticky, and intimate skin from her lower belly directly above his crotch area. She felt it too, so her voice, only to his ears, was trembling and hot. Lady Calisneia seemed to not know as she said, somewhat finding her voice annoyed by Heian Ciemnosc. “Hmph, go back to your rooms, don’t disturb your Senior Apprentice Brother.”

‘S-S-S- Senior Apprentice Brother?!’ Milyy’s eyes widened again as she heard her mother addressing Heian Ciemnosc. She looked at him, and her eyes were as if struck in the heart, betrayed because of status. Milyy growled a few more times before separating their skin and walking back with light steps. Before she disappeared from Heian Ciemnosc’s gaze as he gulped down, he heard her say, “Pick me up before going out. Don’t you dare forget it!”

‘Sigh… Master was right… If I was a girl or had androgynous looks… uuh.’ Heian Ciemnosc shuddered just to think about it. He only wanted to have his wives, find a way to become fertile, and inseminate as many good wifeys as possible to make his Mother proud. But why did the road to seducing them have to be, sometimes, so challenging and turbulent?!

… Time continued to pass. Despite almost being eye-raped naked by Milyy’s feral side, they still hung out everyday, drinking and eating as much time as possible. Heian Ciemnosc could spend days without engaging in sexual activity with his wives or in general. But, firstly, since they would be this close for a limited time, it was necessary to utilize it to its utmost. Secondly, although he enjoyed the silence, being together, and cuddles. Heian Ciemnosc and his wives weren’t robots, and Heian Ciemnosc was especially powerful in instincts.

Over the following days, some time was spent with Alyona and Hong Mei catching up on their adventures and the happenings in the Crimsonbreaking Fleet. Alyona personally participated a few times in the war, defensively slaughtering 13 dozen peak Third Step cultivators, some even in groups as they tried besieging her, only to be decimated by her peak performance. Maybe no one was her match in the same cultivation base. That was something overly complicated to achieve as one’s cultivation progressed.

One may jump as many as 5 stages in the First Step. Those are considered the highest favored entitled ones above the Gifted title. It may be the same for the Second Step, and there are usually a couple of those in each Existential Sixth Step organization’s territory every 100 generations. However, for the Third Step, it was already good enough if one won against 2 stages above one’s cultivation base. In the Fourth Step, the best was at one stage above one’s cultivation. Naturally, there were no such things for the Fifth and Sixth Steps.

In the Third and Fourth Step peak, cultivators half a step into the next Step had a variety of prowess. But no one could ever fight to even more than 1,000 blows against the weakest opponent in the 1st stage of the first realm in the next Step. It was notoriously one of the ‘rules’ of the world since times immemorial when this system was brought. Heian Ciemnosc was an anomaly, never before witnessed… but he wasn’t immortal, and those who could fight others with a whole realm in between were only in certain circumstances.

After the war, Heian Ciemnosc understood very well what it entailed for him to keep growing. It was no wonder something alarming that everyone, including the Acdemy’s Headmaster and Vice headmaster, had gone to plead this Universal Land’s Existential Sixth Step organization to be apprehensive. With such understanding and duty upon his shoulders, and learning the ways of the real world and the Wrath Nihility Academy… Before anything else, Heian Ciemnosc had to return this grace to the Academy.

Before the first month went by, on the 29th day before a month was completed with Heian Ciemnosc in secluded cultivation… he fully recuperated! He consulted his Master, and besides meditating and learning under her guidance as he cultivated, since she could help him by getting into that state of seeing his illusory inner being in order to continue cultivating and learn at the same time, Heian Ciemnosc began charging into the Ashes Soul realm’s peak again!

… On the last day before the accorded time for the press conference. Heian Ciemnosc was now 16 years and 4 months and a half old. Walking on the Wrath Nihiliy Academy’s streets.

“Hey, Heian Ciemnosc!” - “Nice to see you, bro!” - “Hii~, hehehe!” - “It’s an honor to see you, hii!”

As he walked through the streets, Heian Ciemnosc was greeted by everyone he saw, from old to young, students and teachers alike. Even the civilians, citizens, and future cultivators were smiling at him, waving their hands and offering him free food, clothes, products, and their bodies. He calmly walked through them, beside them, and with them briefly before they tacitly didn’t continue trying to chat with him.

Although most things were kept within the Academy for confidentiality, some things are impossible to avoid, like Heian Ciemnosc’s capabilities to lead a slaughter-machine group of student elites, which were all claimedly future Leading Students. However, there were also the surviving citizens and the civilians who managed to glimpse Heian Ciemnosc, his Concealed Ornament Team, and his troops taking down the enemy cultivators.

Now, each step he made carried the gazes of everyone around him. It was like this until Heian Ciemnosc walked into a small town within the Wrath Nihility Academy’s territory. From that point forward, Heian Ciemnosc walked alone on a road where only darkness and a couple of stores closing looked at him in surprise and dubious before letting things go and returning home. Nobody dared cause trouble inside the mightiest organization in the Blackotia Kingdom, so why even worry?

Nevertheless, as Heian Ciemnosc walked through the small town, and only some lights were lit up, a few married young men and women without a vehicle or headed somewhere nearby looked at him in surprise. Everyone knew each other around. The men were curious, but just that, and the young women were very curious. But other than that, not even a conversation struck between them and the pale teenager in the deep of the night.

Step, step, step, ste-.

At one particular moment, Heian Ciemnosc slowly halted his steps and stopped on a slightly lit road’s sidewalk. The pale orange streetlights seemed to become still precisely the moment he stopped walking. Heian Ciemnosc’s fists tightened. His darkest eyes were unfocused as he looked up, but the dimmed lights hitting his face and reflecting on his retinas seemed to want to blind him from seeing the stars.

‘No… It gets dark.’ Heian Ciemnosc simply thought, but the moment he did, the streetlights turned off, letting this entire road and the adjacent ones turn into pure dark with Heian Ciemnosc at its epicenter.

Wum, wum, wum, wum…

‘When will… this world…’ Facing up, his eyes lost that unfocused state, regaining their serene, ultimate coldness, and adorable look he always bore at the most crucial moments of his life and thought, ignoring the strange phenomenon. He inadvertently paused for a moment before his fists released as his brows fiercely frowned, and the darkest in his eyes seemed to outmatch that of the world’s.

‘Stop this senseless suffering and learn?!’

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