Lovers' Quarrel And A Powerful Academy

In a small room with decent lighting, of a square shape, marble walls, ceiling, and floor. Where 2 bodies collided with each other, one sitting cross-legged and the other jumping on the former. The room reeked of something... or some things. The heat inside was different from the corridor outside, but the sensations shared between the figures inside were... euphoric.

Slap- PLASH, spurt, squirt, splash… Elena’s body rose again and fell for the last time. Her lower body tweaked and shook before intensely trembling as if she was cold, but her temperature was hell-risen. As she gobbled Heian Ciemnosc’s shaft into her little kitty, she powerlessly sat on his lap as he remained cross-legged, his eyelids down, and his dark Power Energy flow making her crazy. She could feel it under his skin. Elena was sure this wasn’t normal, but it wasn’t harmful, maybe because of their deep connection.

As she received his seed, her eyebrows suddenly sank. She held his head, her finger went crooked, and her face turned to the ceiling several times between kissing his face and neck. Her buttocks clenched as she slid back and forth while her flat bums massaged his testicles. Her face was sweaty, and the rest of her body smeared it on his pale, bare, fine, muscular body.

“... AH, huf- cough. You’re awake now?” Elena landed her hands on his shoulders, close to his trapezius muscle, and asked as her brown eyes narrowed. Their haziness couldn’t be hidden, however. Heian Ciemnosc’s darkest eyes slowly opened, and facing his wife’s exotic, sweaty, and lusty face, he brought his hands to her hips. Elena licked her lips before asking, “You breakthrough? Maybe that’s why…?”

“Did something happen?” Heian Ciemnosc looked up after pinching her pale skin and trailing her short, pale blonde hair beside her ears. Pulling her cheeks, she looked at him with wide eyes. Then, she spoke once her face was let alone, nodding. “Mn, when you poured it in me, I… felt ticklish. You know, in my womb…”

“!” Heian Ciemnosc’s darkest eyes opened wide, and he stared at her face for 3 seconds before moving his pale red lips. His voice turned Elena’s already warm heart warmer. “Did you get pregnant?”

“Puchi…” Elena lowered her head as she pursed her lips to contain a laugh. Holding her belly and looking down at it as if expecting a child, her brown eyes fleetingly looked up before meekly saying, “Nah, silly. You can tell, I know. But I definitely felt I was going to. It must be because of your breakthrough. What could that mean? Maybe you will recuperate your fertility after progressing far enough into your All-Devouring Force Chronicles innate Supreme Art?”

“You loved saying that,” Heian Ciemnosc didn’t answer and teased her. Elena stuck her tongue out and tightened his penis once. She grinned, showing her canine and her wolfish brown eyes. “Yup.”

“Oh, maybe, maybe not. It’s okay,” Heian Ciemnosc responded, shrugging his shoulders as he lifted their bodies. Being able to fight since long ago, he didn’t care about gravity and simply held her buttocks, forming a lock with his left hand and right wrist towards her crack, still connected as husband and wife… in a meaty way. Elena nodded and shook her blonde hair a little, not wishing for a child, or many, to take up their utmost necessary growing period’s time away.

In any case, it was not like they couldn’t afford it or had a ridiculous lineage system like some civilians still do. Heian Ciemnosc eskimo kissed Elena as she gradually hugged his shoulders, closed her face onto his, and equally slowly whispered. “Arla, Sakura, and even Sahnyr already their turn with you. I just let them taste you while you cultivated. I’m just saying it in case you didn’t notice. Are you ready? The tournament starts in-”

“30 minutes. I am, you silly goober.” Heian Ciemnosc finished his wife’s words, a true sign of authentic love. Knowing the meaning of his words, Elena smiled as her vulva spurted another 1 kg load of semen. He grabbed those buttcheeks and tightly pressed his fingertips against them. Dark claws gradually came out, eliciting sudden, cold gasps from his dear wife. “And I did know. I savored each of them. Not bad, especially Sahnyr. It’s obvious Biston is still injured, poor woman, couldn’t get any dick to satisfy her but mine, sigh…”

“...” Elena kept grinning and looking at her husband as if he wasn’t talking about extramarital activities. Lightly bussing his lips, she pinched his chin and ignored how hard her tight cunt was trying to chomp his pale, monstrous dick off. “If Sahnyr faces Kilah, would you also fly towards the arena for her? And save her?”

“...” Heian Ciemnosc tilted his head to the left, blinking once as he did, and was about to answer when Elena interrupted him by placing the tip of her tongue between his closed, pale red lips. “You have to. No matter what. Biston is already this talented. If Sahnyr had been approved by her future father-in-law, she could only be just as good. Either way, you cannot let her be harmed. She will be one of the Academy’s pillars. Each pillar is important.”

“Okay,” Heian Ciemnosc spanked her bums before placing his fingers all between their cracks. Elena’s lips parted lightly as he calmly added in a whisper, “If you want the Academy’s future pillars safe, I can work that. I’ll become the air they breathe, the earth they need to build, and the blood they will feel boiling to defend themselves. How about it?”

“My husband’s words are absolute,” Elena thinly smiled widely before placing her hands on his left shoulder and then her right cheek on top of them. Heian Ciemnosc embraced Elena for about a quarter of an hour more, their genitals taking another quick run over half that time before immediately dressing up and heading outside.

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CHATTER~, CLAMOR~, BUZZ BUZZ.

In the stadium, the bleachers were once again filled. The platform had changed, and the previous arenas had disappeared, leaving only 8. They were hovering above the ground, where they were much bigger than the last and had a barrier around them that forced anyone from the inside to remain there, virtually imprisoning the participants who were to fight. However, anyone could still fly into it. It wasn’t a security measure but a simple, meaningful connotation.

In any case, the arenas were now covered from the outside perimeter by an electric, clay-blue barrier, mostly between each corner, while the latter was darker as if its power came from there. After every spectator studied the new arenas until boredom, they started chatting and buying stuff to pass the time. Cultivators weren’t needy for delicacies, but they could still enjoy. It was in any living being’s nature to prefer comfort and joy rather than simply not. They bought some exotic, otherworldly drinks and a few snacks. Those from other Races were the most famous, and nobody minded unless they were a little special or plain racist.

If the world wasn’t used to such things, Heian Ciemnosc’s eating of so many people would’ve attracted him endless hatred already, especially Humans, since many thought him to be one. In any case, Heian Ciemnosc came out in the open and saw the few additional decorations in the stadium, with a lot more movement in the bleachers from people chatting to sellers moving around to make the killing of their lives… regarding money.

“Hey, look!” - “It’s him!” - “We know who he is, dumbass!” - “I want to adopt you, my son!” - “Women…” - “Heian Ciemnosc! Heian Ciemnosc! Heian Ciemnosc~!” - “Little black monster, gooood luuuuck!” - “He looks so composed, does he think he can win again? Bwaaa~hahaha!” - “Keep dreaming, kid! Hey, I’m yelling at you, listen to me, you litt-” - “Girls! Get this uncivilized brute down!” - “Hya!” - “Hiiii~!” - “Waaaa!” - “Haaee~...” - “Eh? That was a boy’s voice.” - “No, no. I’m a girl, a girl!” - “Aaahh… right.” - “Whatever, keep punching!” - “Haeee!”

“Hmf,” Heian Ciemnosc did a few circles on the spot, witnessing everything with his eyes as his Spirit Sense caught the other participants ready to go already in their respective vip zones. He even saw a few of Heian Ciemnosc’s fangirl groups with digital signs and images floating in the air. They didn’t seem to bother others’ eyesight, seemingly with a feature to turn transparent to whoever used their Spirit Sense to go through it. It was pretty neat.

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As Heian Ciemnosc’s head churned with new ideas, gadgets, and so on, his arms were hooked by a beauty and a charming young woman. Elena was on his right as he felt her table body, already imprinted into every fiber of his being, and Sahnyr on his left, with her prominent jugs and toned abdomen clear to his pale skin. Looking right and left, in that order, Heian Ciemnosc ignored the deathly and jealous glances around him as he walked to the front of their vip zone’s barrier.

Some of that jealousy was directed towards him, as anyone would like to know what it felt like to step into two worlds at the same time. But others directed that jealousy to his wife and lover, who were holding onto the rich piece of meat that he is. Ignoring them as well, the shockingly wonderful young women walked the vip of their group towards the ‘doors’ of the barrier before stopping. There were still 5 minutes before everything restarted, and the artificial sun was already illuminating every corner of the Middle Godly Space Station.

“Hey, if we meet out there, what should we do. Hm?” Sahnyr asked Heian Ciemnosc as she turned her head to him. She had walked from Biston’s side towards him to chat and prepare for the matches. Right now, as they were together, Biston stood on the bleachers with Yun Nitu, Yun Tang, and some of their elite fellow team members. Heian Ciemnosc calmly turned his head towards her and answered without a thought, “I would- ah, never mind. If I tell you, you might do something crazy. These loud animals aren’t ready for that.”

“Hehe, that’s the hosts’ naughtiness,” Sahnyr giggled and smiled as she ‘criticized’ the change of the vip zones, no longer able to hide their faces from the spectators’ eyes unless they needed one of them to undress in an emergency. Thinking of that, Sahnyr’s seductive eyes narrowed, looking into the sunlight before letting go of his arm and holding it with her fingers. “Hey, if you find me, would you bang me in public?”

Heian Ciemnosc: (⚆ᗝ⚆) …┐(´•_•`)┌

“Ahem,” Elena chipped in, pouting, marveling every pair of eyes in the world as Heian Ciemnosc turned to look at her and helplessly said. “Don’t worry, I won’t do that.”

“Tsk, in the future, I’ll bring you to every existing tournament and win every single one. You won’t need to touch a woman inappropriately to win,” Elena ‘bickered’ with Heian Ciemnosc as Sahnyr smiled cutely and thinly. Heian Ciemnosc nodded at his wife a few times before the crowd suddenly grew silent. The three of them looked up by instinct, where several portals opened and a bunch of Godly auras. Among them, 4 were those familiar hosting organizations’ representatives.

“Welcome again to this tournament!” Grand Elder Jolden’s voice echoed through the stadium. In that second, it erupted with excited cheers, bringing the entire Godly Spatial Station to create a ruckus from every corner. Jolden didn’t stop them for a full 5 seconds this time, grinning the entire time as the Godly beings bowed and nodded towards them and took their seats before the bleachers and behind the vip zones.

“Participants, step into the free zone.” Grand Elder Jones solemnly instructed. Heian Ciemnosc, Sahnyr, Tene, Teno, and another 12 participants walked towards the zone in between and looked up, awaiting the Grand Elder’s continuation. Jolden looked at them for 3 seconds before directing his words and eyes to the crowd. “As you can see, those who lost in previous rounds have stayed, and a couple even returned.”

“Because of the few deaths witnessed here, we, hosts, decided to fill up the numbers and give a chance to those who have been bested before. Even if their strength didn’t improve during these 2 days, and their experience had only slightly increased. Their determination to stay will assure everyone here that they won’t be a waste of time!” Jolden promised, calming the inner thoughts of a picky crowd and gratifying the hearts of others.

“From now on, there won’t be rounds. Since it is the last 16 most promising youths in the Existence, it is only right you receive the attention only you deserve. Every arena has become a do or die, but preferably lose, challenge for each of you now. Whoever enters will not be disqualified in case of exiting the arena. In fact, you won’t even be able to get past it once you go in.” Jolden continued, giving the participants more confidence and pressure at the same time.

“2 days from today, the top 4 will fight, and a week later, the champion will be decided. Now, the first arena will be taken by 2 of you. The system will choose you randomly, creating a glow above your heads, so pay attention.” Grand Elder Jolden notified everyone as he turned around and sat on his chair, with the other representatives already on theirs. Once he sat on his seat and looked at the platform without directing his eyes towards anyone in particular, he warmly grinned as he spoke. “May the first duel take place.”

Pshift! Pshift! The stadium’s system didn’t even wait for more than 2 seconds when 2 distinctive bell-like noises attracted the participants’ attention. It was smallish, barely noticeable. But it felt as if it was in their chests. Turning their heads to look somewhere, every participant looked in the same direction while the crowd did their thing. “GAAAASP… … …” - “WEOOOOOOOOOO!” - “WOOOOHAA!” - “Shit’s about to go down!” - “Language!” - “Feces are about to splutter allwhere!”

Teno and Tene both had a distinctive, glowy, bright golden luster shine above their heads. Teno’s eyes were soft-stuck upturned while Tene twisted her head to see if she was right or if someone was pranking her. She continuously looked back at the crowd, trying to identify who was messing with her… but alas… it was official.

“...” She looked at Teno. Her black eyes watched the dude’s eyes go down and start sweating as he saw a little smile on her. Gulping down once, twice, then thrice, he wanted to say something, but before anyone could even breathe, 2 black smoke smallish torrents lunged towards them and engulfed them. A second later, they were no longer where they stood, and their figures popped above the arena in the middle.

“WOOOOOOUUU!” The crowd went off at it again when they saw Teno and Tene reappear in the arena. It was over 12 square kilometers and had a maximum height of 2 km. Were it not for the features, the First Step cultivators in the bleachers might lose all of the fight. However, as the crowd went at it, the pair of fellow disciples from the same master looked at each other without smiles, knowing glints, or with the intention to go easy on the other.

Although Teno was naturally weaker than Tene, especially since the Second Step made one’s prowess step away from only getting melee to really go all-out, where one’s physique would matter less. He wasn’t going to give up or just spar with Tene for a few minutes before giving her a golden path towards the semi-finals.

“... I saw you sweat. That could’ve very well been us. The ‘heavens’ feel tricky lately.” Far below, Heian Ciemnosc stood with his arms crossed and his head facing the arena. Although it wasn’t needed, his Spirit Sense was enough. Sahnyr, standing on his left with the closed barrier behind them, chuckled and said. “You meant smelled? ‘Cause I definitely got wet.”

Slap! Behind the barrier, Elena facepalmed herself to Sahnyr’s words, with everyone able to hear them. Heian Ciemnosc’s darkest eyes widened, but he didn’t feel weird, only slightly funny that he was lucky to meet such naughty, playful, friendly whorish buddies. They kept silent and looked at the arena as Teno started stepping forth, and Tene slowly walked towards him. They weren’t at different extremes of the arena. It was too large to do that, and they appeared just 1 km from each other.

Dash! Dash! Suddenly, after Tene took her gauntlets off and Teno left his feet bare, both fellow disciples dashed forwards. Teno’s moves were semi-smooth and fast, diligently showing his superior speed compared to Gora. Tene was swift and elegant, appearing like a little obscure violet streak as she seemed to want to turn into light. They approximated each other, and Neutral Energy seemed to break out as a magnificent canvas wrapped them!

Obscure violet Neutral Energy screens took over countless retinas. Tene and Teno finally arrived at each other’s front, lunging towards the other as their hands ended, grabbing the other’s elbows. The impact blew air outwards, stopping their speed and inertia whatsoever. Just then, Teno kicked the air and spun around, but Tene let go with her right hand and congregated Neutral Energy in her left palm.

Pshift- swash, BOOOOOM! CRACK- FUTOMP FUTOMP, SWISH SWISH- whoosh! Whoosh!

Tene’s attack was shot prematurely, leaving Teno not much of a choice but to respond in kind. His right hand intertwined fingers with her left palm, enduring the brunt of her attack, letting it travel through his hand but forcefully stopping it at his wrist. Just then, Tene felt her Neutral Energy as she wore a tiny grin, rapidly passing into Teno’s arm, but out of her control. She lost connection with it, but she decided to send more and injure him this time.

Teno grinned as well as he gritted his teeth. Immediately after, her Neutral Energy rapidly returned but contained a disordered nature, as if deviated. Tene was surprised to have Teno’s feet already kicking against her ribs as he started pushing his legs down on her in midair. She felt her left hand prickled as if she was being slowly electrocuted. As for how many volts that would be, she wasn’t going to wait and test it with her life.

With a rapid set of motions, she jerked her left arm, folded it, and palmed her hands together. At the same time that happened, she felt her front heated and cold. Looking at what was before her, her eyes flashed with pure energy coming at her and streaking into the sky at the same time, incensed by Neutral Energy as energy bolts began clashing off everywhere, expanding outwards and about to blast everything in their immediate surroundings off.

At the last second, Tene created a little obscure violet sphere within her palms as the destructive beauty before her was activated. Her hair blew forwards before she even moved and to a being’s eyesight. In the next moment, she was sent flying against one of the arena’s barriers without signs of stopping! She was going far too fast to crash into it!!

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