Seeding Kinks

Niveilia steps back from the Test Tile, trying to turn around, but her motion is impeded by N'Ïrk.

The young man's hands rest on the damsel's shoulders, easing the nervousness the latter is sensing.

With a subtle shift in his wrists, N'Ïrk's fingers run over the Maiden's neck, gently placing the maroon choker against the female's skin, but roughly tightening the expensive and functional jewelry, limiting the breathing of Niveilia before clasping the lock.

Tender Ferality [ +1 ] • [ +5 Growth ]

Oppressiveness [ +1 ] • [ +5 Growth ]

He leans slightly, kissing the lady's nape right above the choker. The Busty Lady squirms in pleasure and trepidation, understanding that her reality is getting clouded by her fantasies.

She looks back over her right shoulder, not doubting herself. "Hubby~". Breathlessly, Niveilia calls out for N'Ïrk, resting her back on the man's chest, daring to kiss her Fiance, and not caring about being observed by the rest of the Class.

This occasion, the lady has no need to hesitate, a relationship is made by two, and a marriage, even if it is just a proposal, is a higher step, requiring the commitment and understanding of all the parties involved.

Niveilia flutters her eyelashes, her gaze is fixed on N'Ïrk. He still looks intimidating, but that savage edge is exactly what makes her feel at peace.

"Wifey. I thought you would only kiss me during breaks or in the recess".Teases N'Ïrk, putting a blush on Niveilia's cheeks.

The lady spins over with a cute complaining pout. "Hubby!. Don't be a meanie!". She hugs the young man, burying her head in N'Ïrk's pecs, not wanting to see her Hubby's face, because the idea of another kiss is way too appealing to dispell the possibility.

[ +20 Growth ]

The notification is welcomed by N'Ïrk, observing his Wifey's Interface.

Niveilia Ubreon

Perk • [ Sweet Synergy ]

Subservient Spouse • [ 1 / 10 ]

Dutiful Milker • [ 1 / 10 ]

Compliant Cum-dumpster • [ 2 / 10 ]

{No Favorability?. Nor Bond?… , Perhaps it is because our closeness is to high for such triviality. If so. This has to affected me a lot!}

N'Ïrk Ignay'Thus

Empiric Energy • [ 22 / 26 (+4) ] [ +2/H ]

Class • Kinkmancer

Level [ 1 / 5 ] • Growth • [ 19 / 50 ]

[ DF • 035 ] [ EF • 010 ]

[ PF • 035 ] [ MF • 035 ]

[ CF • 020 ] [ AF • 020 ]

Oppressiveness • [ 2 / 10 ]

Tender Ferality • [ 2 / 10 ]

Immersive Impersonation • [ 0 / 10 ]

{Well. I don't know why i was expecting a broader change, at least my level cap has augmented by one. But why?. Is it because of the Perk Niveilia has unlocked?. Or is it a consequence related to another factor?}

Coordinator Lycaonia clears her throat, drawing the attention of the two lovebirds who boldly got engaged in front of her, a Herzog, who is also a Spinster.

"Student N'Ïrk. Looks like your Team, and the one of Student Å'Vría, are ready for the next part…".

{I don't like the way she said that. Much less her current expression}

Lycaonia is basically grinding her teeth against each other with annoyance, as the vein above her left eyebrow pulses out of tune with the exasperated twitch of her left eyelid.

{Did the Coordinator get mad at us for a bit of physical contact between students?. I don't think so. Yesterday. She didn't say anything to Niveilia, or to me… , Is it because we were about to enter in the Fake Zone?… , Oh no. That's it. Right?. She is going to...}

"There is a Fake Zone available for you, don't worry, this one has not been tampered like it occurred yesterday, and you would be a Triquetra (12 People), not a Triskelion (9 people). Still. be careful, this Fake Zone is usually employed to measure the progress of Sophomores… , Have a nice day inside…".

{Why is she mocking us?!. Well. Whatever, we are not unprepared like yesterday}

A second look at the lineup of the other Team, shows that Å'Vría and Mayrzzya, along Da'Heyliá and Ryavd'Yian are the only ones fitted and clothed to depart.

While Friggia, the third member of Å'Vría's Trinity. Is a Tomboy, and her outfit allows her to have great movement liberty. It cannot be compared to a real combat or tactical outwear. The same concept applies to Bräzzeya, the last integrant of Ryavd'Yian's Trinity.

{It's good to see that they are not being arrogant or pretentious, accepting the order rather than lashing out at the Coordinator}

The new Triquetra heads towards the entrance of the Fake Zone. In the way, N'Ïrk grasps why and how Lycaonia is promoting team work.

{She is putting members of Fraternities that oftenly clash. But dragging the attention by antagonizing. A common enemy tends to align different views, making allies when there were enemies before}

Of course. N'Ïrk is completely wrong. The Coordinator is pissed off about seeing a shy young lady has contracted a partial marriage before she (Lycaonia) even has an actual suitor.

Like Æ'Vérrya previously told to N'Ïrk, women with a large Storage Capacity are not highly sought after, nor considered as potential marriage candidates.

"Are you lost Freshmen?".

Hayden Rafner asks, realizing that N'Ïrk and Å'Vría are in the Triquetra she encounter in the corridor.

"Let me guess. Lycaonia Riventh".

The Triquetra nods mindlessly with appalled resignation.

*Sigh*. "She has a loose screw. Probably more than one… , The Fake Zone is at the end of the path, in the first room to your right, friendly advice, do not enter in the fog, do not drink water without boiling it, and make sure you always have your Emeneld…".

⟨ Thanks Sophomore ⟩

The unanimous, uniform and unison greeting, puts a satisfied gloating smile on Hayden's face, showing that outside the Preppers Fraternity, not many take her seriously.

With the instructions clarified, the Triquetra heads to their destination, crossing the vortex of purple and magenta ethereal energy, arriving to a pretty distinct location of what they were expecting.

The terrace of a huge cabin in the middle of an unevenly fogged forest. Dirt roads and carts passing in the distance. Heading from a small fisher's port in a medium size lake, to a village a few miles further away.

"Something went wrong again. Isn't it?". Asks Mayrzzya, already sensing the answer, just like Otzzana. "Let's not make assumptions until we are more certain".

"What proof do you need?". Intervenes Da'Heyliá. "I have been in some Fake Zones before, and they never are larger than nine square kilometers in total extension. Much less with a false sky so high. This has to be a real Zone"…