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Seeding Kinks

Chapter 14: Fraternity Part 1.

Author: Marshack
updatedAt: 2025-09-25

CHAPTER 14: CHAPTER 14: FRATERNITY PART 1.

After an intermittent night of sleep in which N’Ïrk was the little spoon, tenderly hugged by his girlfriend Gagk’Xannia. The two lovers are awoken in a cuddling state.

Their biological clocks demanding the start of the daily routine they have.

Both youngsters are accustomed to do a jog in the early morning, followed by a session of mixed exercises.

However. The young man likes to practice his Energy Attacks, seeing a massive leap in the performance of the Ammunitions.

An improvement obtained by the increase in his Empiric Energy, as well as the upgrade of The Tyrant’s Grasp. Because N’Ïrk’s gauntlets, have reached the 4 Novas of Exoticness, acquiring the capacity to retract to leave unprotected the man’s hands, appearing to be forearm protections.

Shö’Thöm

Damage • 315 Prwnz

Speed • 7,600 Kilometers Per Hour

Penetration • 26 Plates

{This is really dangerous. Why the change is so vast?. I only increase my Storage Capacity, which is equivalent to having more energy to perform more shots. The potency shouldn’t get affected}

N’Ïrk’s misconception is due to his own ignorance. The passive emission of Empiric Energy that powers up the motion of the shots, is directly dependent on this factor.

That is why a high Storage Capacity is always well regarded and coveted by those with enough knowledge to explore and exploit its advantages.

Finishing their respective trainings, the lovers take a shower, cleaning their bodies, to later go together, and have a nice breakfast in the large Cafeteria of the Intercultural Academy. After all, they will visit the Fraternities Expo, to see if there is one of them that fit their criteria.

"Wow!. My Lioness!. You look absolutely ravishing!". Compliments N’Ïrk, his sight glued to his girlfriend, impressed by the captivating outfit Gagk’Xannia is wearing.

A tight sweater dress with harnesses that emphasizes her voluptuous silhouette, matching fingerless gloves and a choker with a metal heart.

The accessories possess a particular maroon shade that is identical to the colour of N’Ïrk’s hair. Sending an obvious statement to any onlooker. «Back off. I Am Already Taken».

"Thanks. You look quite dashing too, My Adalid".

{I heard some people called my Grandfather by this designation. He said it was not of his liking, because it was usually used to refer a Warlord. Even when the meaning is just a respectful way to address a Leader}

The attire of the young man is composed by a green long sleeve shirt that imitates a short gambeson, but with an added hood. His pants are dark, and the black boots are of military grade. In general, a functional outfit for combat, that is nigh fashionable.

"Adalid?. Are you sure to call me like that, My Lioness?".

"I am. You are the owner of this Pride, My Adalid".

*Oh?*. "Really?. In a Pride, the Male has plenty of Females".

"I know N’Ïrk. Káth’Dria and Dyll’Phá are good candidates". She leans on her boyfriend and whispers. "But i want to see you taking Niveilia".

{What?}

Gagk’Xannia deviates her gaze, observing the sleepy busty beauty sitting on the edge of the bed, who is oblivious of the conversation, yawning slowly, and opening her mouth with an extremly tempting and docile gesture.

The Girly Tomboy bites her black lips, and speaks in low sensuous murmurs. "Or better yet, My Adalid. We can let her learn from where the «Glaze» comes from. Perhaps her curiosity makes her prone to taste the «Biscuit». Or we can play a game with her, using a blindfold to deprived her from her sight, and then we give her things to taste, i am sure she would love the idea".

{Wow!. I really deprived Gagk’Xannia for the imaginary chains that were constraining her. Or, she is doing this to provoke me, so i snap with roughness and put a leash on her, literally and figuratively}

N’Ïrk reaches for the choker’s heart with his index, pulling Gagk’Xannia closer to kiss her.

"I adore your proactive attitude, My Lioness. But don’t overdo it, not everyone is quick and decided like us".

The Girly Tomboy nods in agreement and pecks N’Ïrk lips. Mischievousness remains plastered on her face, ogling constantly to the oblivious busty.

N’Ïrk snorts. Gagk’Xannia’s intentions are too evident, but Niveilia is careless and unaware of the plot getting constructed for her.

The Trinity of youngsters go to the Cafeteria, having a great breakfast before stepping into the parade behind the main building of the Academy.

The Fraternities Expo is packed with a crowd so large, that covers the whole area, needing much more space to be accommodated, invading the surrounding gardens with several tents of distinct Fraternities.

These groups range from being oriented to studies of a particular subject, like a language.

To a broader, specific or even abstract concept. «Botany», «Plants» and «Flower’s Meanings», are a good example.

The first, studies all what is related to Botanical knowledge.

The second, focuses on plants and their possible applications, but they don’t have interest on trees, aquatic or subterranean vegetation.

Meanwhile, the third Fraternity doesn’t interact with nature. Books and images of flowers are enough to interpret, or learn the meaning every culture gave to the practice of gifting flowers.

{Yesterday. I barely encounter a handful of people during the morning. Now a multitude is plaguing the Academy. *Hahaha*. How odd}

"Well ladies...". Rise his voice N’Ïrk, boldly putting his hands over the opposite shoulder of Gagk’Xannia and Niveilia, embracing both ladies.

"We don’t have to pick a Fraternity right now, is mandatory only after our first Bimester ends. However, i want to do it right now. Do you have a suggestion?. A personal preference?. Or something that is a deal breaker?".

"I don’t have a problem as long as we can be together, My Adalid". Acknowledges the Girly Tomboy by rubbing her temple on N’Ïrk’s hair.

"How cute, My Lioness". The young man sees the Busty Lady, she is dreamily seeing N’Ïrk’s hand, holding her.

"What about you Niveilia?".

She yelps, ashamed of her behavior, like if she were caught red handed. "I. I would like a place in which i can cook and eat a lot"...

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