Special Operation?

The next day.

Heian Ciemnosc walked outside his bedroom, which was large enough to hold 5 large families but would still be free space in between. He met Cara in the main living room beside the kitchen. She was sitting cross-legged. On the other hand, Ruo Wei was doing elegant stretches 2 meters beside her, showing off her growing bottom to him as it was hugged tightly by her pants. Ruo Wei didn't mind and continued holding a pose with her right foot sole near the back of her head as Cara finished meditating and greeted him.

“Hey, since it was your birthday, should I flash you my breasts and pussy? Ruo Wei’s already getting h- puff!” Cara’s words were interrupted, but not by the stiffened, helpless Heian Ciemnosc. Ruo Wei had thrown a coffin with all her might, including some Vigor Energy, as Cara only had time to close her eyes, but she still ate a mouthful of Ruo Wei's butt-smelling warmth cushion.

“Oi! I was just joking! What if I have a seizure and lose my findings of today?! I tell you, I’m gonna rip off your vulva and make you eat it tonight!” Cara’s shout resounded only within their base as her face reddened, but Ruo Wei and Heian Ciemnosc knew it was because Cara liked the metaphor.

Indeed, these two monstrous in the Eternal Return Team continued banging each other. While they were feeling lonely once upon a time because their men left them. Now, they definitely unearthed their hidden bisexuality and have fallen into an ambiguous, semi-open relationship. Of course, it only consisted of them. Not even Heian Ciemnosc could get in.

“Hey, hey. Stop fighting!” Heian Ciemnosc shouted lowly as he saw the girls get into catfights, flashing him their everything. Heian Ciemnosc didn’t divert his gaze. He was innocent either way. The young women stopped and looked at Heian Ciemnosc. Ruo Wei was on top of Cara, biting her left nipple, while Cara had just thighed Ruo Wei’s groin.

“Were you trying the Elephant Spirituality Supreme Art?” Heian Ciemnosc asked. Cara’s eyes glowed. She knew this was a chance she couldn’t miss. She gobbled Ruo Wei’s weak spot, her neck, and made her fall weak on her body. Cara skillfully spun around, straddling the weakened, flushed Ruo Wei, and nodded at him, “It’s too difficult for me lately. I can’t reach higher than a few layers of comprehension. Help me?”

“Sure, but after this week’s break. Alright?” Heian Ciemnosc nodded, ignoring her pulled-up, yellow tank top. He sipped from an alcoholic, freezing drink and calmed down. Cara grinned, didn’t cover herself, and nodded again. “Aight. You better don’t bullshit around again. Resources cannot compare to the attention only a Team Leader can grant to its members, ah~!”

Cara exclaimed as if afflicted by the world, but even Ruo Wei rolled her eyes in her lusty state. Heian Ciemnosc shrugged, then sucked in air sharply before saying in a hurt demeanor, “And girls… do you mind stop teasing? I’m a married man. You can’t keep doing this. What if I become petty, depraved, and steal you from your men? That’s not nice.”

“Woah!” Cara exclaimed. She aggressively lifted her right left and flashed her marriage ring to him before shoving it before Ruo Wei’s face. Cara sucked in her lower lip and smugly responded to him, “What gal do you have to speak to me like that, huh? It might’ve worked in the past, but now, it’s just words!”

“...” Heian Ciemnosc didn’t immediately respond after that. He directly downed the freezing drink for emergencies like this one before changing the subject, “Talking about marriages, where’s Sandra and Moy? They weren’t moaning like Clanton and his crazed women.”

“Ah, those two went on a little trip. Trying for a child again,” Cara answered. Her eyes suddenly narrowed, and she started spinning around with Ruo Wei’s body moving with her actions. Heian Ciemnosc nodded and lifted his right foot when Cara called him out again. “Hey, are you sure you do not want this? Look, sooooooo prepared for any size!”

“?” Heian Ciemnosc returned his eyes to the about-to-be-naughty girls in the living room, only to focus his perfect sight on Ruo Wei’s sloshing vulva played left and right by Cara. It looked… so welcoming.

Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp! Heian Ciemnosc resisted the urge to vomit the drink out of shock and rushed out of the base. Cara and Ruo Wei looked at the rapidly fleeing Heian Ciemnosc as his steps left marks on the floor tiles.

‘Beto, don’t lose hope on your woman. They know I’m harmless, and they’re just teasing. I’m like the brother they never had and the perfect male sex machine they aren’t interested in. It doesn’t happen with anyone else, I assure you!’ After repeating this mantra, Heian Ciemnosc walked through the headquarters and took a speeding aerial vehicle. Images of Ruo Wei’s mighty fine, intimate image tried to burn his face, but his willpower was undefeatable.

“...” - “...” Meanwhile, at the base, in the living room. Cara stopped playing with Ruo Wei and remained in the same position from the last scenery Heian Ciemnosc saw of Cara plowing the flower garden flooded with heavenly water. Cara turned around, separating her fingers from the warm, pulsating, living-like carnal walls, and looked down at Ruo Wei.

Ruo Wei wore a deadpan expression, silently berating Cara. The latter slurped 2 particular fingers before meekly saying, “If I willingly act as the M for the rest of the week… will you forgive me?”

“Hmph,” Ruo Wei parted her face from her lover. Cara pouted, starting to feel anxious. But then, Ruo Wei returned to face Cara and spoke before cupping her face and invading Cara’s mouth with her tongue. “It’s fine when we’re in the showers, but doing the same in safe, cozy environments isn’t playing around, but invitations. Unless you wanna have something to explain to your man, behave.”

“Mnnf…” Cara’s eyes were tremblingly shocked. But receiving Ruo Wei’s warmth, she slowly closed her eyes, and their catfight resumed, although vastly different from before.

. . .

Arriving at the Carrier, Heian Ciemnosc nodded at the middle-aged woman who proceeded to guide him inside. As soon as they started driving, she leaned on his shoulder and slowly fell asleep. Meanwhile, Heian Ciemnosc visualized the changes in the Crimsonbreaking Faction with the Supreme Arts ‘they’ finally created.

It just so happened that 5 years after the first Existences’ war, and after so many resources were allocated to Heian Ciemnosc for this matter, Sara and Heian Ciemnosc finally created the Supreme Arts with the resources of the Crimsonbreaking Faction. They couldn’t have done it alone, naturally. Hong Mei and the Bellink Supreme Art Heian Ciemnosc learned decades before were the main reason such things could happen.

Even then, Sara’s knowledge and expertise did 90% of the heavy work. Without her, the Crimsonbreaking Faction alone might’ve taken another millennium to develop 1 Supreme Art with their incomplete resources, let alone Heian Ciemnosc, who had never even created an Art or had any thoughts.

There were 3 Supreme Arts. The Thousand Torment Supreme Art was qualified as the ‘easier’ to learn from the 3. It allows a cultivator to summon weapons, shapes, irregular shapes, and even Fauna and flora to aid them in battle or to directly attack or defend.

It allowed Power, Neutral, and Vigor Energy to smoothly work in order to create these shapes, and its specialty was that one’s progress cultivating the Thousand Torment Supreme Art varied depending on the number of shapes they could sustain simultaneously. The size didn’t matter, but the higher one’s Step and cultivation base were, the more expansive their maximum volume could be.

Similarly, the more defined, sharp, heavy, or robust one’s attacking method or defense will become. What separated this Supreme Art from other similar Supreme Arts, and differentiated it from Arts that worked the same way, was the aptitude of their shapes to gain intelligent memory, and could be commanded by their creator depending on the range of their Spirit Sense and Soul strength.

The Spring of Doom Supreme Art was the not-so-difficult Supreme Art to learn compared to the other 2. Sara and Heian Ciemnosc took inspiration from the Interchanging Dust Dynasty’s Consequential 3-Eye Supreme Art. However, the Spring of Doom ‘worked’ differently.

It granted a cultivator with speed, had a slight body tempering effect, and improved one’s Soul. This was harder to understand than the Thousand Torment Supreme Art but was considerably more inexpensive compared to the other 2. It was meant so that every soldier unit could learn this one and choose any of the other 2 as their primary goal. However, it didn’t mean this Spring of Doom Supreme Art wasn’t as strong as the others.

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It demanded a lot from their cultivator. Their Soul was the higher requirement because one had to multitask when comprehending and studying this Supreme Art to the peak. In battle, it could activate the potential of their bodies along with the nature surrounding them. It would result in a slight boost if activated in a Minor Kingdom and at the First Step.

It was a noticeable boost if activated in a Middle Kingdom and at the Second Step. And in an Upper Kingdom, at the Third Step, the Spring of Doom would grant the cultivator a considerable boost that would more likely than not twist the outcome or currents of most situations.

If a Second or Third Step cultivator activates the Spring of Doom Supreme Art comprehensive method, it will result in 3 times the boost than if they were First Step cultivators. Anyone could see the marvel of this Supreme Art and how ‘close’ it inched towards being a Divine Art instead.

Of course, the requisite was a bountiful Soul that could multitask with their different power sources. After all, not everyone was a freak like Heian Ciemnosc, so it was considered less popular than the other 2.

The third Supreme Art was the Elephant Spirituality Supreme Art. A plain name for being the most complicated, challenging Supreme Art compared to the other 2. The Crimsonbreaking Faction didn’t forsake this. Instead, they gladly welcomed a Supreme Art like the Elephant Spirituality. It was also the costlier one, with a warning to anyone who glanced at it for more than a second.

It didn’t require a genius to guess what was demanded from a cultivator. Spirit Sense was always a half-a-thorny matter in the cultivation world. Everyone wanted to max it before breaking into the next realm. But how difficult was it actually? Even elite cultivators honestly confess breaking through realms without maxing their Spirit Sense sometimes. So, what about the rest of the myriad cultivators, Races, Myriad Races, and Fauna?

Just because the Elephant Spirituality Supreme Art’s one of few demands is never miss maximizing one’s Spirit Sense range before breaking into the next realm, it drove off many Crimsonbreaking Faction soldiers.

However, that was just the preliminary requirement. The second demand was to have a durable resilience. One that allowed a cultivator to be tortured for days without end, yet they could keep their rationality.

The foremost requirement, on the other hand, was to have ample knowledge and manipulation skill of not only one’s Spirit Sense but of Spirit Sense in general and to be able to interfere with other’s Spirit Sense when in the field.

The Elephant Spirituality Supreme Art allowed one to achieve what would only be possible if one’s Soul was at least 1 level above what their cultivation base required. The first stage referred to form thin strands of Spirit Sense, equal to Soul power, from being used to move weapons and objects to communicate with people. Of course, these strands could only be used for weaponry, including military arsenal…

On the other hand, these thin strands could only poke at people’s Souls or bodies, instantly transmitting a bit of emotion, sentiment, or direction. It was incomparable to Soul messaging, but it could work wonders, especially in the First Step, where only those at the peak of the First Step, Spirit Rebirth realm, can form their Souls.

The Elephant Spirituality Supreme Art's second stage was to form chains with its method. It could allow them to shape their Souls out via their Spirit Sense, allowing them to further read like a Soul and would react the same way. Simply put any vehicle, spaceship, and military arsenal could be used more efficiently besides cooperating with nearby comrades in missions, operations, or wars.

It can be combined from stage 2 onwards, allowing cultivators practicing it to form Spirit Sense barriers to fend off Soul attacks and some low-level firepower, even from top-notch weaponry in their Step. Because it was made out of their Spirit Sense and not their Soul, they could use their Soul energy to replenish their mental energy without suffering damage.

In the third and final stage, one can create leg-thick flood dragons with their Spirit Sense, and like before, they’re invisible to the naked eye as any Spirit Sense and Soul reading is. This time, however, they can latch onto things, like a wall, or protect a spaceship from any Soul attack by covering it from the inside and out without having to spend their mental energy to maintain them.

The time these flood dragon Spirit Sense could last depended on the cultivation base, but the minimum was 12 to 15 minutes. Not only that, but they could act on their own and fend off any attack, although they’re majorly effective against Soul Arts and Spirit Sense.

If this Elephant Spirituality Supreme Art had 2 more stages, and each one counted with an attacking or defending method, it would have definitely become a Divine Art. Alas, neither Heian Ciemnosc nor Sara were that capable, let alone Hong Mei, who only acted as a support.

As for the Belling Supreme Art Heian Ciemnosc learned back at the Change Merit Trials event, it was an auxiliary Supreme Art that only helped in giving him ideas and tiny epiphanies on Craftsmaking. With this, it proved more useful as Heian Ciemnosc felt he gained some sort of comprehension from it whenever he worked on those Supreme Arts.

Those Supreme Arts wouldn’t be mindlessly placed on the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s merit store out of nowhere. Like the Wrath Nihility Academy and any organization looking to improve or even transitioning to a higher Step, they needed to let their upper echelons and higher-ups learn it and get used before the gray-clothed status people could get it.

Thus, 8 years after they were presented to the Faction, in Heian Ciemnosc’s and Hong Mei’s hands. They were finally put to any soldier to exchange for merit points only.

“...” But that happened 2 weeks prior to today, and as Heian Ciemnosc arrived at the Carrier central command, he placed the slumbering aunty aside and covered her with a dark Vigor Energy mantle. Then, he stepped out of the transporting vehicle before entering the central command.

Step, step, step, step, step.

“Officer black monster, welcome aboard!” A female Soldier saluted Heian Ciemnosc. He stopped and cordially returned the gesture. He was an Officer, but a Soldier who can stay in the main Carrier’s central command wasn’t a Sam or Jenny.

“Come here.”

After walking up the higher step in the central command, Heian Ciemnosc saw his wife Alyona turn around while leaning over the railing. Heian Ciemnosc instinctively nodded before walking towards her from behind, sticking his front to her bent body. She flinched at the touch but didn’t bother and let him embrace her from behind.

Although their situation was promising, they held no act of perverted, public depravation. Alyona supported her chin on her right palm as her fingernails traced her cheek. She comfortably said, “I was thinking the Faction wasn’t getting any more attention since we started taking more powerhouses and their ‘children’ to our Space Station… But now, a change has occurred.”

Alyona turned around and pulled Heian Ciemnosc closer to her front. Her hands went to his collar, which she candidly accommodated and delivered a tiny smooch on his left jugular. She then visualized his visage and outfit before nodding to herself. “That’s how it is.”

Rustle, hug~.

Alyona turned around again, and Heian Ciemnosc embraced her from behind again before asking as his head posed above her right ear. “What do you need me to do now?”

“...” Alyona looked up, simply satisfied with her man, her husband. Her narrowed eyes and the dilatation in her pupils said it all. Her luscious red lips moved, “A special operation is in motion. Directly from the higher-ups.”

Alyona aimed with her right-handed index finger as if pointing at the sky. Heian Ciemnosc immediately frowned and found his instincts trembling as if the whole world, including space and nature, trembled from within and wherever he set his eyes. The sensation vanished, and Heian Ciemnosc looked down at Alyona, who waited for him, hiding the worried hint in her black-coffee eyes.

“A special operation? This is big…” Heian Ciemnosc commented after perfunctorily asking. Alyona nodded and hugged his neck with both her arms going around his head, leaving her armpits vulnerable and her humongous breasts hanging in the open. Her uniform seemed about to burst despite their re-accommodating properties. Her Vigor Energy only let Heian Ciemnosc know it, with his Spirit Sense all over them.

Heian Ciemnosc’s hands fearlessly spread from her back to her lower belly, clearly remembering how viscous one of his Team members, and warm, looked before he fled from pleasure.

“It’s a definitive ‘answer’ from them. They’ve started trying to pull us towards them. It’s… mainly because of me,” Alyona said, lowering her eyelids as they turned somewhat dull. Heian Ciemnosc rubbed the right side of his face with her head’s left profile before smooching her shoulder, suckling her freckled skin a little before quietly saying, “What’s a Saint Son? Haven’t I killed a Holy Daughter already? What can stop me?”

Heian Ciemnosc’s darkest eyes then became terrifyingly, ultimately cold as he lifted his head and looked down at his wife’s face. Alyona’s black-coffee eyes trembled, enchanted. Heian Ciemnosc kissed her forehead and rubbed her belly. His voice whispered below even what she could hear, but she somehow listened to it, hoarse, and dragged on.

“I’ll only stop if you want me to,” Heian Ciemnosc whispered, “Nobody else would give me a ‘no’ unless it’s you.”

“... No, it’s ready. Everything… Why waste it?” But Alyona said after shaking her head, wholeheartedly at his mercy. Her body reacted to his desires, so her ass shook slightly while pressing on his groin.

“... Then, we’re ready,” Heian Ciemnosc said, placing his left hand on her neck and his right, holding her forearms on her back. Alyona nodded, lovingly blinking at him as he looked down at from above. Any sense of leadership was crushed as she spun-fed him.

“What would you have me do?” Heian Ciemnosc said, breathing his fresh, cold, yet strangely but rather warm breath on her face. Alyona spoke while breathing him in and feeling the skin of her face thrilling, “There’s a rebellion in a Kingdom far away from our position. It’s still within our Existence but far from here… My Crimsonbreaking Faction is to quell it.”

“And they’re offering?” Heian Ciemnosc said. It wasn’t even a matter of discussion whether he would think about doing this operation or not. Alyona’s salivated, red lips moved again, “So much that we cannot afford to deny ourselves the free gifts. They come from… that person. And required me to be the one leading…”

“Gifts? We’ll take them since we need them. What we have might not be enough but with those… Oh, when do we depart?” Heian Ciemnosc nodded continuously, slowly, and asked as his gaze returned to usual. Alyona grinned, “In a few hours. We’re ‘moving’ the Space Station out of anyone’s eyes.”

“Oh.” Heian Ciemnosc exclaimed, steeling his power sources… and darkened heart.

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