With a chuckle, Vurckair resumed his training.
{The first step to attract someone is acknowledging their existence, but not showing direct interest. The intention must be clear, but that’s as far as it goes. Never seek out opportunities, but use them without hesitation when one of them arise}
Giassmennia waved her hand, screaming across the chamber. "Stop your MLC and let’s have a competition!."
{How does she know about «Melee Lethal Combat»?!... Oh!. I see. Giassmennia is from Azthea. Like me}
"Seriously, Boob’boy?." Replied Vurckair agreeing through action. "Can’t you go one day without making a bet?."
"Of course i can!." Growled the Tomboy. "But i’m bored and angry. I don’t want to take it out on anyone other than that Supervisor."
Mätzeniä dispelled her Nodes. "Can i join?. I need to blow some steam too. And the security staff won’t let us delve into a Quartzal until Neo." She muttered a low resentful. "Stupid Supervisor."
Giassmennia snorted, relaxing at knowing she is not the only one mad at Za’Anira. "Of course, the more the better."
Miellessa got invited by Mätzeniä. While Balalaika and Naylyn tagged along Vurckair.
Amanda politely declined the invitation. She has many bruises and cuts, despite Naylyn held back during their light spar. Needing medical attention.
However; She is more than happy to have another practice session with Perfection Incarnated.
Yet. The group was left puzzled when Amanda respectfully knelt, and bowed her head, brimming with relieved gratefulness towards Vurckair before she took her leave.
"What was that?." Inquired Naylyn with sharp jealousy, her eyes slightly sunk in her sockets.
"It’s a long story." He rubbed his forehead against her. "I told you i dislike how that gaze makes you look."
Without giving her a chance to react. Vurckair licked beneath Naylyn’s eyebrows, forcing her to close her eyelids.
She endured the weird punishment the young man imposed upon her. His tongue felt too good against her skin to care about something as banal as being in a public area.
Of course; The same didn’t apply to their acquaintances.
Giassmennia doesn’t know how she should feel; And Mätzeniä is all worked up, thinking in what kind of debauchery she could had partake in, if she hadn’t made a deal with Vurckair the night before.
Meanwhile, Miellessa and Balalaika are too embarrassed to call out the young man.
While the latter is tall, and well-proportioned, her intimate experience is nonexistent. Just like Balalaika.
And the reason is technically the same.
Their bodies aren’t appealing, nor match the beauty standard sought by the inhabitants of Ell’Thane.
This is not reflected in Odette’s and Naíndra’s behavior.
Both damsels got closer to the group, trailed by the thick butted, Breasted Femboy; And his female friend. Who resemble Supervisor Za’Anira quite a lot.
Nevertheless, the scene surprised them all.
In Ell’Thane, the majority of Ladies are too demure to engage in public displays of interest and/or affection. Especially if they are Heiresses.
But mature women don’t care about keeping the appearances. Nor feign ignorance in front of others.
Lads, and Scions focus on augment their popularity, connections, and notoriety; Avoiding direct implication in scandalous situations.
While Adult Men in genera,l are power hungry; A direct consequence of Women being naturally better at wielding Magic.
While control and manipulation of Nodes is the strength of Men.
The ability is severely overshadowed, and outmanoeuvred by the sheer amount of Flow Magic women can evoke with their ever-active and redundant emotions.
"What are you doing, Vurckair?." Questioned Odette with nervousness. The last result she desires, is Naíndra not liking the young Vecturion.
"I’m teaching Nalune the consequences of not knowing how to Behave."
He didn’t stopped, nor flinched in his motion, truthfully believing his own words.
Odette’s breath quickened. Her curiosity spiked up just as much as her envy. "Are your punishments always so le-lewd?."
"It depends on the transgression, Blondie."
"Really?." Interjected Naíndra. "I was going to say it’s a bit too tamed."
"The mistake was minor." Confessed the young man. "It’s more a matter of personal taste than a general flaw. But i let it slide before..."
Vurckair grasped Naylyn’s neck. "It is important to dictate the distinction between a comment, and an order, Nalune. Know the difference based on the severity of my voice’s inflection, and the punctuation made with my body language."
"Yes, Vuick." Replied Naylyn evenly, trying to conceal a moan that escaped regardless in a sigh, when Vurckair released the damsel’s dainty neck; Leaving behind the faint impression of a bruise with the shape of his hand.
Naylyn squirmed, and almost squirted with the burning sensation lingering painfully close to her throat.
She already wears Vurckair’s colors, but he branded her as if she were mere cattle; And he did it, in front of a crowd.
{What do these two want?}
Behind Naíndra, stood Za’Anira’s daughter, Evennette. Accompanied by the Breasted Femboy. Tiollessa, Half-brother of Tionnessa, hence, Odette’s cousin.
She sensed the presences, and turned around. "Choco-Lips!. Tio-Pio!." Odette exclaimed excitedly, hugging Evennette, then trapping Tiollessa, before turning her attention back to Naíndra, and Vurckair.
However, her Idol giggled playfully, standing two steps away from the young man, evidencing she is half a feet taller.
Yet, the tense stalemate is an ephemeral Illusion; Broken by the seductive, Vixen Bombshell bending forth in a ninety degree angle.
Her gorgeous face is a centimeter away from being rubbed against Vurckair’s scaled groin, and Naíndra’s suggestive smile puffs out her plump kissable lips, teasing with pecking the intimate area.
An intention conveyed in her coquettish, passionate, bright silver irises glancing up at the young man.
She seemed to contemplate the idea of taste him right on the spot. But it’s all a really convincing charade. "Are you going to have lunch?. Or why are you gathering?." Asked Naíndra as she straighten her back.
At that moment, Miellessa’s stomach made hungry groans. Causing everyone to laugh.
"My apologies. The Supervisor was so demanding, that i forgot my Trinity didn’t had breakfast."
"You are not the only one." Softly said Balalaika, who sent a pleading gaze to Vurckair.
He nodded. "We have plans. But as you heard. We haven’t eaten. Would you like to join us?..."