Seeding Kinks

With the order of Coordinator Lycaonia, the students in Classroom 2-06 begin to leave.

Meanwhile, N'Ïrk proceeds to put his left hand on top of the desk, using the scanner function to learn about his Emeneld.

N'Ïrk Ignay'Thus

Emeneld Grade Ten - 0.03%↑

All Rounder - All Rounder

[ 14 ] - Amount ( 13 + 1 )

[ 14 ] - Nullification ( 13 + 1 )

[ 14 ] - Production ( 13 + 9 )

[ 35 ] - Wildcard ( 21 + 14 )

{Twenty Five additional Points!. This it's nuts!. It's basically like having an Emeneld Five Grades higher!. I have never fight against anything that has a Grade 15 Emeneld, and now i am equivalently superior, as i count like Grade 16. It must be due to Bräzzeya's «Perk». But. How do i have it?. And more importantly. Do i give my own Perk to her in return too?… , Thinking on it. How much i had improved?}

N'Ïrk Ignay'Thus

Empiric Energy • [ 22 / 113 (+91) ] [ +2/H ]

Class • Kinkmancer

Perk • [ All-Rounder ] [ 0 / 3 ]

Level [ 4 / 22 ] • Growth • [ 104 / 125 ]

[ DF • 035 ] [ EF • 010 ]

[ PF • 035 ] [ MF • 035 ]

[ CF • 021 ] [ AF • 021 ]

Oppressiveness • [ 7 / 10 ]

Tender Ferality • [ 3 / 10 ]

Immersive Impersonation • [ 1 / 10 ]

{I don't know much about Perks, perhaps i should visit the Academy's Library…}

"Hubby". Timidly whispers Niveilia, to pull N'Ïrk out of his reverie. "Are you going to head back to the Fraternity?".

"No Wifey. I have a place to visit. Why did you ask?. It's there something you need from me?".

"No Hubby…". She hesitates a little, deviating her sight and blushing. "Maybe… , I… , I want to give you a surprise…".

N'Ïrk smiles kindly in amusement, there is no surprise if the person provides a warning.

"But?". He asks, provoking a cute pout in the Busty Lady. *Jhump*. "But i need a bit more to purchase everything".

He snorts, giving a small pouch with various Coins of distinct values. "Go and have fun, but you can't go alone".

"She is not going alone Meat Mushroom, Dyll'Phá and Otzzana are coming". Says Káth'Dria, but it doesn't seem sufficient for N'Ïrk. "Å'Vría you are tagging along with them. Don't forget you are Dyll'Phá's Errand Girl, you have to be pending of her needs. Or this time i will punish you appropriately".

The red skinned damsel doesn't talk back, because the tremble in her body serves as a good deterrent and reminder of her position.

With a peck on Niveilia's lips and another on the lady's forehead. N'Ïrk proceeds to his destination.

The old edification is quite large, and the interior is even gigantic. The structure was built at the top of a hill, one that is closer to a steppe, and almost reaching the point of being labeled as a mount.

Passing through the entrance, N'Ïrk sees the Librarian in the reception has a Yellow Glint surrounding her. But he ignores the fact, and proceeds to inquire about the area related to Perks.

The Librarian gives a few pointers on how to navigate the labyrinth of shelves, and write a list on what Books could be useful for the young man.

He delvea in and starts his quest, which doesn't last for long, as he reaches an area that has a really secluded spot.

In there, a beautiful young lady with long wavy dark chocolate hair and heterochromic irises of blue and yellow tonalities, appears to be studying. But her aura is showing a perverted mischievousness, while she has another two glows surrounding her.

The first tone is a Yellow Glint, and the second is closer to magenta, similar to the Violence Vengeance Virus, but more ethereal rather than gasified.

Additionally. Her gaze is lost, the movement of her chest is erratic and labored, her breath is inconsistent and heavy, intensifying the crimson blush on her cheeks.

Which is an undeniable proof of what is she doing, one hint that is almost as condemning as the hand under her skirt, exploring the expanses of her inner thighs, and slowly creeping up across her leg, rubbing with haste the tip of her index finger over the moistened fabric of the laced red thong she is wearing.

With quick silent steps, N'Ïrk stealthily advances until he is behind the sitting, self pleasuring oblivious damsel.

He covers the lady's eyes with his right hand, while his left arm wraps around the female's body, tightly suppressing her, as he bets on the versatility of The Tyrant's Grasp.

And as it could not be otherwise, the artifact doesn't disappoint him, materializing small ethereal flexible rectangles that imitate pieces of duck tape, serving as restraints, and imprisoning the Maiden's wrists at the same moment her mouth is obstructed with another rectangle, preventing her from screaming.

"I can't believe it" Hoarsely mocks N'Ïrk. "I entered in the Library to expand my scarce knowledge, and instead of what i was searching. I ended up running into a sexy, perverted exhibitionist".

The young lady trembles, trying to shake off the N'Ïrk. Obviously, she can't. Fear and panic scare her more than a little.

But that is secondary. She is excited by the situation and future prospect, an ideal setting for her twisted desires.

"I take plenty of pictures of what you like to do, so be cooperative, and we'll both have a whole lot of fun. If you understood. Nod".

She complies.

"Very well. I'll let your mouth free, and without screaming, you'll tell me your name. I made myself clear?".

She nods again, and N'Ïrk dispells the fake duck tape on the young woman's mouth.

"My name is Äzäleä Mäwller".

"What a lovely name. So tell me. Why a ripe, beautiful «Button» like you, would require this kind of risky actions?".

"It's to preserve «My Virginity», and to destress from my preoccupations".

"Really?. There are more ways to feel pleasure, and satisfy your needs… , Now, put your hands on the table and get up a little from your seat".

Äzäleä doesn't protests or hesitates, just obeys, sensing when N'Ïrk gets closer without sitting.

"Pass your hands between your legs, reach for me, undo my pants and lower my boxers".

The command terrifies and appalles Äzäleä, but the threat of her Blackmailer about releasing the pictures, is a scaring and seductive incentive, that causes her a surge of arousal by the intangible restraint, almost as much as the real ethereal shackles suppressing her, or the firm hand over her eyes, blocking her sight…