Times Waits Nothing

"... Commander Ciemnosc!" Just as Ciemnosc was purely watching all of his subordinates moving back towards the dormitories, a few naked ones that were too free and unrestrained came knocking gently at his door as a kind and gentle young man came carrying and young woman who had just clearly sobbed and held a broken piece of everything in a piece of cloth.

The silent Ciemnosc looked at the mood killers of his evening as it was getting colder, and he still saw someone with her tatas out, a bit of dried-up blood here and there but not injured at all. Then, before even the young woman in question could speak, the gentleman beside her who brought her 2 meters before him spoke and gestured first.

“Sir, this woman has been aggravated by this other person, who is at our tail,” the young man said. He had sharp short black hair and soft, black eyes. Quite attractive, white skin, tall, and sender. The young woman heard him speak after bringing her here all the way from the back and couldn’t help but help him explain, so she nodded to Ciemnosc like a chick.

“Commander Ciemnosc, please let us explain both!” Then, the young man with blond hair that was coming behind them said, anxious already and feeling in deep trouble. The gentle young man looked back at the blond one with a face as if not believing he actually dare before turning to Ciemnosc once more, “Commander, I-”

“What’s your name?” Ciemnosc asked, almost shouting and with a frustrated expression. The gentle and kind-looking young man stopped speaking his words right away and formed a smile a few seconds later, “Joah, sir. Ready to abide by your ord-”

“Okay,” Ciemnosc interjected, or rather interrupted, the young man again with a wave of his right hand towards Joah. The latter’s mouth twitched at his corners, unnoticeably by even almost Ciemnosc, before it was the young woman herself who directly spoke for Joah when she saw him getting this treatment, “No, commander, Joah brought me here to help me find a-”

“Mosto, I waved my hand at the guy, but he hasn’t taken his leave yet.” Ciemnosc looked back to his left and up, sitting down on a chair that he took out from his Cover Space bag and without looking to his front until he finished adding, “So that means that you have to go and scare him, go on. Nothing about fighting. Just scare him, will ya?”

“...” Mosto looked down at Ciemnosc. He was silent…as always, but he was now looking at Ciemnosc with a shine growing in his eyes. With a little nod once his eyes showed a little bit of respect before starting to walk forward to Joah and a little ring of dozens of people were making a bit of an obvious show going on right now.

“Ah- err, look, I’l- I’ll leave it here for you. You’ll be fine, I’m sure, the c- the commander is fine- I mean, is not going to unjustly do anything to you, you surely have the word of r- okay! Okay!! I’m leaving, I’m leaving!” Joah then became, amidst the crowd growing large and liked to watch how things unfolded and the commander’s treatment towards his own fellow sect members whom he was supposed not to hesitate to kill in case of insubordination, according to Missions Hall.

As for Mosto, he lowered his posture a little, walked with his shoulders protruding a bit forward, and his head also semi-’sent’ forward to look as if he would dash out towards Joah and begin ripping his body apart any moment now. Only when Joah was forced to stride backwards a few times did he finally let go and walked away from the ring that was becoming larger and larger.

Even though both Joah and Mosto were at the 10th stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm, he looked for sure not willing to ever be involved in a fight against this terrible mobile mountain, a mobile tank with speed and raw strength that sure went higher than 2,000 kg strength, possibly even to 2,500 kg of strength to 2,700 kg of strength! Nobody was willing to fight anything like that!

“...Okay, you know, tell me what happened first?” Once Ciemnosc saw the gentle and kind Joah be seen off, without him worrying about someone suddenly attacking him despite feeling quite a few pair of eyes contemplating such actions, he spoke to the young woman who looked begrudging at the kind and gentle nice young man being driven away and not letting him have a chance to explain for her and help her…he seemed too nice and willing to know her, too.

“Well, I was with this teammate from one of the groups you…” The young woman narrated her sob story, indicating how she then no longer wanted to play anymore as they were running from the riverside of the lake to up to around here, yet how the young blond was insisting and in the end, her thingie broke and she was now with her most costly, treasured and valuable item in her person broken off due to him.

Ciemnosc then, without saying much of a word to her anymore, glanced indifferently at the young man with blond hair, and so did the young man explain himself. “Sir, this is indeed an accident. When I was playing with the teammate that the commander placed me with…”

The young man went on to explain how he indeed was playing with her from the riverside to here, and how he just thought that she was still being playful even up to the point that he heard something suddenly break at his feet. But feeling guilty and knowing he could be killed for it, he tried to help her up and it was how he got injured and how even the blood on her body was his.

“...First, can’t you both get something to wear? Or are you trying to start an orgy?” Now with Mosto back to his left and behind himself since long ago, Ciemnosc asked the two naked torso people without much of an expression, but his tone was clearly not content. Yet, this tone kinda made the young man feel better, while the young woman blushed and cleaned the dried blood up off her while giving glares to the young man.

Once fully clothed, the young woman and young man returned, the ring around them became much more packed, with some even taking their phones out, though they didn’t have arrays to set it for everyone else to see and could only later on rely on the intranet’s use from the other sect disciples for this to be diffused. The young woman was also the first to come back and the first one to speak after walking back to Ciemnosc with a large stride, her head seemingly having cooled off and thought things through.

“Sir commander, I would like to ask for this teammate of mine to pay me back all of what my precious tool was worth.” She said, making the young man behind her still walking back into the middle of the ring somewhat appreciate that she wasn’t getting him killed on purpose. But he still looked at the one with the decision.

“This is not a court,” Ciemnosc directly said, his tone flat and even somewhat annoyed. The young woman jolted back, and so did the young man. Indeed, it was not a court. But while the young man feared for his own life, Ciemnosc acted with a neutral tone and expression. “This is how much your tool is useful for. Just give me the remains. I’m sure you won’t mind me keeping them.”

Ciemnosc took out quite a few tens of Inferior grade Powerful Stones, turning eyes to salivate with greed the moment they appeared and were given to the young woman. Naturally, she was also filled with greed, barely being able to believe she was being given so much from a relic of her family. It wasn’t unique, but it was bought long ago generations back to when the first in her family started cultivating - so she couldn’t help but be damnably glad when she saw them in her hands.

“And you,” Ciemnosc looked at the young man, his words the same as before as he continued. “You will be paying me instead over time, so from hereon, you will be changed of your team, and you two are to not meet each other nor contact each other for 5 days. You can try to solve your own little thing on your own if you like. But if there’s another scene, and you end up disturbing the harmony within the corps. Then you’ll be given punishment together.”

“!... Yes, commander.” Still, in a state of stupor, the young man could only say as he felt simply incredible he got to keep his life but, thinking about it…commander Ciemnosc never even really appeared to be so bad in the beginning, right?

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And it wasn’t only him. Every other person in the ring was also the same, not knowing if they should think of Ciemnosc being too soft to ‘his own’ or that he had grown wary and apprehensive of his too much unnecessary killing; weak.

The young woman wasn’t pleased with being warned too, but she still did not mind it in the very, very end. She got some money back, and that was already a big, big win for her. She couldn’t be bothered as she passed over the cloth holding the whole remains of her family’s precious tool to Ciemnosc’s hands and even touched the back of his left index finger with the tip of her right one.

Ciemnosc was noncommittal and could only pitifully think of the young man who was innocently playing with her. She then blushed and ran away, joining up with her girlfriends in the distance and being in a really great mood. Not even sobbing anymore. Meanwhile, the young man was content with quite a debt.

“Hm…” Ciemnosc suddenly fell on his thoughts while the spectators, seeing that it was all over now, so quickly and smoothly even, began leaving the area and more quickly so when remembering Ciemnosc’s array formations achievements.

On the other hand, Ciemnosc was now more than ever lacking a great deal of support, if he wanted to make a little bit of a ‘paying up’ system for the sect disciples’ work, he’d have to find many places to get materials from. Not with Inferior grade Powerful Stones, of course. Mines of such were basically all taken around the Region and brutally owned by all major organizations.

He also couldn’t ask Mosto to arrange things, the motherfucko didn’t even speak, and Ciemnosc didn’t want him to pass notes left and right when he was his only bodyguard.

. . .

Night time came at last, and when the sect disciples went into their tents, with approximately a whole squad per tent, Ciemnosc and Valeria were in the same one while Mosto was just 20 meters away from their tent. Nobody dared to say a thing, though they indeed thought about it, and about many other things due to this…

But, within the tent, a soundproof-like array was set, and even if Ciemnosc and ‘Valy’ were fornicating like monsters right now, it would be completely fine for them since this array was really rather useful. Ciemnosc had already tasted it whenever he worked on his smithing vocation, and Valy was already asleep or taking a nap for some time.

And now, as Ciemnosc and her was once again naked, which she gained the habit of after spending way too much time with him, being ‘innocently naughty and intimate’, but also not being harmful to anyone since she was still a lonely young beautiful woman.

In any case, they had a rather humble tent, only 70 cm wide space for them to accommodate within the tent and a length of over 2 meters. Though from the outside it wasn’t visible, there was a strong small light turned on and illuminating well on their bodies that were against one another, kinda sweaty too.

If it was anyone else, they’d be for sure doing it or having done it already, as Ciemnosc was on top of Valeria’s bare body with her left breast flattened by his right cheek, his nose in between her bosom and his something against her lower abdomen and right thigh with a blanket in-between.

Ciemnosc’s extremely lower back was covered only with yet another blanket, showing the rest of his slightly muscular body to the light shining down upon him, but also in the Spirit Sense that Valeria hadn’t dared to use. After all, once she used it for just looking at his upper body…what’s stopping her from looking further below? Everywhere??

“Gulp…” Thinking exactly just about that, Valeria gulped, her right small breast under Ciemnosc’s left armpit as he lay with his front body flat on hers trembled a tiny bit, and the big ol’ eraser became stiff. Ciemnosc had his eyes closed while she was closing and opening them to a semi-closed state, appearing damn enticing and making Ciemnosc have trouble remaining polite.

With his Spirit Sense never being ‘turned off’, he could, of course, always see it all, and there wasn’t even a person who knew whenever he was using it. Only when he focused it in a much more concentrated direction and like a tunnel would people notice his powerful Spirit Sense, making the young girls and women who were his target practice directly jolt as if given direct pleasure out of nowhere.

In the end, those young girls or women, either slapped their nearest friend whenever it happened, be it another female or a male, before ‘hmphing’ and walking off in another direction or bringing them to a secluded spot. It was either that or not even slapping them, directly bringing them away with saliva practically streaming down their lips. Both lips actually…for that matter.

However, now that Ciemnosc has been training much for so long and pretty much sharpened his manipulation over his Spirit Sense, only when he was way too long or even trying to ‘enter’ through their apertures, even pores, would they then feel someone peeking at them before realizing they were indeed being perved over by someone; unknown.

“You did good today…though a bit silly, I think it was okay,” Valeria said. She had to distract herself somehow, and this was just one way. But her hands were to the sides of her body yet separated from her skin for about quite 30 angles or so, her left arm partly under his chest and her right arm and her right arm completely free. Yet, they were slowly moving towards his arms’ skin.

“Mmm, you think so? Ooooh~, massage for your Junior Brother, mm?” Ciemnosc mumbled, then exclaimed as he felt her gentle touch, that of her soft skin, moving towards his arms and probing their skin at first. Then, with Valeria falling silent, she began grabbing his arms, feeling them out with her grip on them tightening and loosening up in a pleasurable cycle.

“Though there are still so many things to deal with, and things you need- yaawn, done well and differently. How have you been doing with the things we spoke of?” Valeria spoke to him, suddenly choosing to whisper in his right ear, which was barely not against her left breast and out in the air, but still able to hear her heartbeat.

“Euwhegugheah,” Ciemnosc exaggerated a nice reaction from her amazing scent from her breath and her warm breath falling on such sensitive skin, making her smile alright. He then rubbed his head on her, the small breast being bounced around a bit, a small, little sword poking at his cheek to which she gasped but felt too good to say anything to him.

In the same way, Ciemnosc ignored it and answered what was important, “Mhm, but I will take more time. I’m not a beauty with great, small titties like my big sister. My bum is masculine and I don’t have the sensuality that my dear big sis has, I can only trick little girls and make them do whatever I want~.”

Rolling her eyes, Valeria raised her hands to Ciemnosc’s shoulders, both their hearts suddenly growing heavy, blood pumping in and out and heartbeats gaining a stronger effect from their very own hearts. Her hand delicately moved from his arms to his shoulder, sliding through his ‘a little more’ slightly pale skin and his somewhat not fully developed muscles.

Close to 11 years old, yet already nearing a 16-17-year-old body in height and volume, the last vestiges of childishness quickly dissipating away already, too. As for his package, holy shit, everything grows so damn good- ah no, so much in large proportions, as would Valeria think to herself every time she got to see his damn body, from this damn exhibitionist wannabe.

Her hands then went over to his neck, which made Ciemnosc shudder. Valeria’s touch was really so nice, and though she was very obviously not comparable to Aola or Samina, the affection for him was there already, and it wasn’t an obscene nor a ‘job’-like one. However, besides their hearts growing heavier, there was something else growing heavy too.

But right now, Valeria was too busy feeling the skin of his neck to her heart’s content, knowing that even if she was to be moaning like a wild beast and even if she slapped her body against his for hours without end she would still not be heard and even less seen despite their tremendous and reckless behavior… Such thoughts made her really squirm a bit under his nice, lightweight.

Such a daring thought…

Her hands continued climbing upwards to his head. Her right hand ended up clasping his nape, while her left hand fell on the back of his head. She looked deep into his eyes, and he did the same for her. She thought back to their previous night of wanton kissing after the meeting, and inadvertently her eyes brand-new-found discovered beauty in a man’s lips as they shone ever so brightly when locking Ciemnosc’s darkest pools as his eyes.

“Eerrr, Little Ciemnosc?” Valeria finally noticed, just as her eyes looking down at her lips were slightly moving, pressing on against each other and being fidgety from time to time. A rather large bulge, very damn big overall already and at such a young age, pressing fully naked and bare against her defenseless, rapidly reddening, and sweaty pelvis to her lower abdomen, with a semi-circular shape right against her belly button.

“Mn, there’s nothing you can do now. Also, Valy. There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you. We need to talk.” Ciemnosc dropped his words that would be akin to dropping bombs over ordinary people or even other foolish cultivators. Valeria looked up once more, his eyes were now clear and not cloudy like just now, and his ‘a little bit more’ slightly pale lips attracted her attention yet again.

“We need to take this step. I’ve been holding for too long. Besides, what’s there to fear from just feeling my skin to your skin? Also, if you don’t agree, I’m gonna really fuck you the next time I see you even the slightest piece of your skin bare - naked.”

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