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"Mmm...I killed for the first time at 3 years old." As they were chatting for a little while and had now decided to rest their bodies by leaning over the balcony, Ciemnosc said to Valeria, who turned her head to the left in return after looking down in thought. "Was it that time you spoke of...your Sister being aggravated?"

"Mm." Ciemnosc simply 'mm'ed' a bit, looking deep into the night sky, ignoring the many lights below and the bustling, fast, and speeding but soundless cars on the main road even though they were awfully surrounded by it. Valeria got closer to him, her left hand connecting with his right hand as she also looked up, but she did much higher up.

“Mine was at 11. I found, thanks to my Master, the whereabouts of my parents… my entire family’s slaughterer.” She had a light smile on her lips, semi fully open eyes, and not carrying any kind of conflicted emotion in her face, only the void of any vocation with just cultivation in her beautiful little head remaining there and only such.

“...Since then…I’ve just been fighting and fighting, though I was already a Link Consolidation Realm cultivator back then. I just never went over the killing zones and always refuted the missions of going out, with or without my Master, to some battles, big or small.” Valeria spoke tens of seconds later when Ciemnosc was just gripping and letting go of her left hand with his right one, over and over again.

Her tone was delicate. In fact, and it was a bit soft as well as she nudged her chin up and down, back and forth a little as she recalled and then expressed herself. “I just wouldn’t let myself get anyone killed…before that man. Trained hard, pff, really damn hard. Always used the puppets my Master brought from over the other Regions, they were trash for even Phrenic Realm cultivators in the middle stages, but to a little Spiritual Ligament Realm, Spiritual Condensation Realm little girl like me, they were the toughest opponents to destroy completely.”

“One day, my Master finally thought it was good enough, my ability to kill and showcase my rage. So he…” Valeria lowered her head, looked at Ciemnosc’s right profile face, and continued, “Set the beast free, gave it a ‘smell’ to follow, and, a few days later, she came back smelling of slaughter.”

“..From then on, I kept killing whenever I went on a mission. It’s different, not like the difference between a civilian and a… military person for the ordinary people, is as if we, cultivators~, are all made for things and killing is just one of the ways we take a step, drink up, eat up, sleep, think or breathe in and breathe out to achieve our goals. Even if there are none, or just too tiny.”

Rustlee~.

Valeria fell silent, and so did her head on his right shoulder, neck, and below his jaw, her body softening with her warmth being cooled off by Ciemnosc’s uniqueness of his body. She fell silent; on him.

“...Ah, my Master is telling me to go back and prepare a few things for you. Would you like your seat to have anything in particular?” Valeria jolted a bit, out of Ciemnosc’s body, then she said as she faced his right profile once more and said. Ciemnosc looked back at her and shook his head, only saying with a mild tone. “Only right beside you is all I want.”

Pat, pat.

“I’ll come to pick you up in a moment then.” Patting his back, she said before walking back into the grand hall, leaving Ciemnosc to breathe in the night and its cold breath surrounding him. Not much time happened before the door was opened again, and from it, the disgusting steps of a young man walked behind Ciemnosc’s back to a stop.

“...She isn’t someone you can touch, stop it. Get away from her.” Enaro’s words were ‘gentlemanly’ spoken, but the last few words… those were sternly and darkly spoken. He didn’t finish there, “Are you really depending a lot on your teacher? He has me now too. If something were to really happen to you, he wouldn’t be that worried anymore. So what if you’re talented? If it’s just you alone.”

Step, step…

Enaro came closer and closer to Ciemnosc’s back; what he didn’t know from the boy he was looming upon, semi-quickly, was that a bunch of obscure substance capable of opaquing it all formed at his nails, which he couldn’t see. The more he stepped towards the boy’s back, the more the boy’s ‘nails’ trembled.

“Or is it because of the grand elder? That’s right, everyone knows it already.” Whispering into Ciemnosc’s ear, Enaro said with his most ‘devilishly’ voice, his eyes growing ruthless too supposedly. He added right after, still whispering into Ciemnosc’s right ear. “Give up on that already. By the time that old woman comes back, how tired would she be from defending her sect? You’ll be in great danger if she were to move away from her post, and the southern borders neeed so muuuch to be held back.”

“Is it also her the reason you think Valeria and you can be together? My Master just told me she is still a virgin. She hasn’t let you even see her smile, right? I’ve seen it because when we were younger, we spent a lot of time together. It was me who held her emotions at bay. Me who reminded her she was who she is now.”

Tap…tap.

Ciemnosc, slowly but without a care, turned his body around and came to face Enaro. Enaro jolted his neck back, then his body. As he was way too close to Ciemnosc just now. Wearing a ‘weak’ smile, Ciemnosc’s tone was even ‘weaker’ as he asked politely in a low volume. “Does she also play with you with…toys? You know, those with the shape of a-”

“Huah?!” Suddenly, Enaro reacted to Ciemnosc’s words; strongly. He even ruined his perfect suit somewhat. He looked down at Ciemnosc with the utmost horrors of faces, getting angry the more he looked at the boy and his words got to ramble inside his head, as if worms looking for a nice, cozy place to stay, and full of meat to feed upon.

Flap!

Enaro flicked his sleeves, short but still able to make the wind be pushed apart to his liking. Turning around, Enaro then went out of the balcony, leaving Ciemnosc tilting his head to the left as he looked at Enaro’s back… though Enaro was at the Spirit Gathering Realm 8th stage, and he himself was at the Phrenic Realm 7th stage…assassinating him seemed so easy…

“...” Silence regained domination over the balcony, the night, seemingly capable of giving those, who had been long exposed to it a state similar to hypothermia without any harm, making them feel warmth when it is still so cold… But for Ciemnosc, it was as cold as ever, and that was so enjoyable.

…Crackle.

Just as Ciemnosc was enjoying more and more of this night, the door to his balcony was opened yet again, and a female’s steps halted at the very first step into the balcony. Then, without much of a warning, they stepped quickly towards his right, where Fu Lan placed her forearms on the top rail, he also spent some time looking at the night.

With her very bright white skin, she slightly opened her meaty lips, her breasts stagnant, only moving at her every breathing in and breathing out. She raised her chin a bit more for a few seconds before slowly but smoothly lowering her head to face Ciemnosc’s right profile face, as Valeria had done before but much more directly and with her clear, bright azure eyes flashing when looking at him.

“She is also going to your mission. She changed from the land mission to the port mission.” Saying so, she gave the sky right atop her head a direct gaze, her neck visible, so visible… it was beyond beautiful, enticing, and so tempting; but also incredibly vulnerable. Ciemnosc’s eyes, then, were indeed tempted.

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“You better not let anything happen to her,” she lowered her face and met Ciemnosc’s eyes…she even closed her face, and inclined it a lot to the right, her lips so close to meeting his, those luscious red, slightly pale lips close to his pale lip and breathing on and even into his mouth as she delicately moved her lips in this rare pose with her head so inclined under the left side of his face.

“You’re not anywhere near strong enough to protect her, keep her safe, defend her. Save her nor fight for her.” She didn’t move back a single iota. Ciemnosc’s heart could be said to be tempted even more now, but both of them continued remaining stagnant, the meat of their lips about to touch each other. “But you are capable of many more things than not even my entire sect has the ability to produce, if even then you let even a bit of her clothes get hurt, then I, as the next, future Sect Master and afterwards the Grand Ancestor at the very least…”

“!...” She actually traced his lips left and right corresponding to their angle with her soft, meatier, and tasty lips. They had some of her salivae from her long few words. Afterwards she moved backwards at last. Their skin no longer kissed in this fragile manner, but her eye was deadshot looking straight and locking with his, appearing terribly scary and being widely opened. “I will hunt anything that you ever saw, ever met, ever interacted with, and even dared to even think of and put them all into the slaughterhouse.”

“...” Falling silent. Ciemnosc watched as she then kept quiet, still deadly looking him in the eyes for a few more seconds, before licking her own lips at once. First, her tongue was just curious and showing off, as if some kind of savage, but it then remained at her lips, mostly at her lower one, which was the meatiest, and she licked and licked, left and right and left and right for more than a minute.

“Hmm.” Lightly snorting through her nostrils, she finally turned around and, with her pale celeste peasant type of dress similar to Valeria but with exaggerated shoulder ‘pads’, she went out of the balcony. Leaving a Ciemnosc who slightly tilted his head to the left, his eyes quite serene as they looked at her back, slightly exposed. ‘Damn, did she always have a good back? Phooow~...’

…Craaack.

“...Okay, things are already, come.” Valeria’s voice came from behind him, and the moment that Valeria opened the door, Ciemnosc was already turning around and stepping towards her. With a smooth and confident approach, Ciemnosc took her waist, turned her around, and left her nicely speechless as he walked her back into the grand hall, where a large table had been set up altogether at the middle and top of the back of the grand hall.

When returning, Valeria bowed to everyone since there were the most notorious elders around besides the 4 pillars of the sect. She also had to place her left hand on Ciemnosc’s back so that he would be bowing beside her, which he had to do, ah.

When they were taken their seats, Valeria was to the right of her master while Ciemnosc took the seat to her right. And to his right was simply another elder who nodded at him at that moment. Meanwhile, Fu Lan was rubbing her lower lip with her left thumb and index finger, pinching them a bit as if restless when seeing them sit together at the same time.

The dinner went on slowly, taking almost 3 hours, and it was clear that Ciemnosc wasn’t just there to show off. After being introduced in a rather subtle way to the other 3 pillars of the sect by elder Tin once again. The elder then began introducing all of the present people to Ciemnosc with a hushed tone. It was simply to not be loud, as almost everybody here could hear his words with their Spirit Sense.

It was clear to the elders that Ciemnosc, who has distinguished himself lately rather way too well, was being ceremoniously presented along with the other ‘children’ of the sect for convenience and coexisting sake. But for the 4 highest elites of the sect, they were interviewing Ciemnosc, so silently… in their camp.

By the end of the dinner, elder Tin had raised his cup and gestured towards each of the other 3 pillars of the sect, who returned the gesture in politeness. And so they did with each other as well. It was a form of acknowledgment. And in this small space… it was all in Ciemnosc’s mind.

… At the end of the ‘meeting’, Ciemnosc and Valeria were walking down the streets close to his enclave. Because Ciemnosc was too petty, selfish, and prideful, he didn’t take her motorcycle out. They had to walk all the way back. Valeria would implore the evil man to let her motorcycle out and return it to her, but the bastardly man wouldn’t crumble at her slender arms’ hugs.

“...Hmmm~, okay.” At this moment, Ciemnosc stopped stepping forwards anymore. He turned his body to face Valeria and tapped his left cheek pensively while looking into Valeria’s face. As she stopped almost immediately at the same time that he did, she was a couple of steps far away from him, and when he spoke, seemingly decided, he let his left arm fall down ever so slowly.

His right hand was already low in his right pocket. He only had to lift it slightly. And so, both his hands turned to palm softly her defined, flat, and even smoother stomach, the sides of her abdomen which were first touched by the slender, cold tips of his fingers before sliding his palm onto her body.

Then, slowly slithering them to her waist before finally reaching her lower back and even as the side of his hands’ pinkies were directly against her bum… Ciemnosc rose his chest a little and extended his neck just a little bit forwards. Inclining his back backwards as he kissed her.

“...!” Valeria didn’t move though, despite her heart not beating and despite that, this was her first, just as she had lived her life like a dainty princess despite all the bloodshed, cruelty, and cultivation-only mindset in her little stupid, silly head; that of hers. She closed her eyes after the 2nd second, whereas Ciemnosc separated their lips after the 5th second.

“...mchup.” Their lips smacking, so sensually. Ciemnosc stayed just a few centimeters away from her face, to which Valeria frowned and then inclined her nose— or more specifically, her nostrils —towards his lips.

Sniff sniff… snniiiff? Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff~!

“...” Separating her nose from his lips, she hugged his neck, resting her forearms on his neck, then looked at him perplexed, waiting for an answer but also moving her face closer to his. Ciemnosc put on his honest face at last, and said without a trace of guilt, “I suppose she was intimidating me, seriously.”

“...mh.” Valeria looked at his eyes, dark and black combining the in-between night above and in that short distance of their eyes away from each other, those black eyes shining and twinkling so intelligently, cleverly, and… beautifully. After a few more seconds, she went a little down to eat his lower lip once again, both her lips embracing it into her mouth, sucking desperately on it until it was very obviously pulled into her mouth and she even bit the corners of his lower lip from time to time out of exasperated pleasure at the delicacy.

That his body seemed so strong as her small proportions allowed her to stick up her front body to him was ever more enchanting, she fell fully on the charm of the moment, and the flavor on his lips was more than enough to send her ecstatic into the darkest, deep blue clouds.

Hugging his head, her hands scraped his hair and the back of his head, lovingly but a bit insatiably at the same time. Her chest stirred up whenever her tongue traced his lips over and over again. For close to an hour, Ciemnosc was held hostage for carrying the deliciousness he didn’t know how badly of an end result it would have on him.

Well, at least, his propped-up for action-like virile member completely outside his body and age got the chance to rub itself against a fabulous body for so long, it had really been so long for him, aye.

Mplwahh.

… After finishing their wholly erotic moment together, Valeria supported her forehead on his while Ciemnosc was still groping her lower back and part of her upper buttocks ‘desperately’ and so shamelessly still. She let him do her that. He deserved it after she ‘abused’ and took advantage of him so badly. He was so…respectful, in a more original and overextended boundary spectrum.

The least she could let him do was to touch a bit for now. And so, Ciemnosc let his chance not slip past. It wasn’t until she lifted her face and her mouth still stained with his saliva and half-smelling of his own saliva mixed with her own, just like in his own mouth - entered his nostrils as she kissed lovingly his forehead that he obediently took her motorcycle out.

Though that visual and scent taken in right then was enough to make the throbber throw a bit, lots; more… On their way back to his enclave, which was just a few minutes away from where they were currently, the throbber tranquilized despite the fact that the whole contrary should’ve happened - Ciemnosc’s restraint was powerful!

In the end, Valeria stepped down from her motorcycle and gave him another hug, smiling candidly before leaving without saying a word. In the same manner, Ciemnosc turned around and winked at the wholly wide opened mouth-gatekeeper with a right handed thumbs up before entering the Inner Sect Disciple enclave, whose gates were instinctively opened by the gatekeeper, forgetting to check Ciemnosc’s Identification Token.

…creaaak~...

“Hm?” But just as he came into his bedroom, several steps after getting inside his room. Ciemnosc saw a tall guy just standing up from the double bed at the right barely entering the bedroom.

“Hmh?!” Ciemnosc responded with a sound from his nostrils with even more surprise and a ‘wutefac’ face while looking at the guy who was sleeping damn soundly just now. There wasn’t hostility in his face only because Ciemnosc saw that his arrays were left intact. On the other hand, the robust, 2.2 meters tall, hairless, and brown-skinned…of a goddamn Spirit Gathering Realm 10th stage was just sleepy for a while before he went to one of the boxes to the side of the larger bed and took out a paper.

“...No, you’re bigger in almost all senses than me. You better keep the big one.” Then, Ciemnosc saw the robust tall guy point at himself then at the large bed before doing the same to the smaller bed, then at Ciemnosc, and once again at the large bed, showing his clear questions. To which Ciemnosc responded without thinking about it, ‘What’s the use of a bigger bed if I can’t bring Valeria over anyways?’

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