CHAPTER 19: CHAPTER 19: THE CALM BEFORE THE TRUTH.

Accompanied with Evennette’s Trinity, N’Ïrk and his two companions, visit the Deck in the Fraternity.

The Building itself appears to be a mansion, but the area bestowed to N’Ïrk, it’s located underground, where spacious corridors connect reinforced chambers, being not different than an actual bunker.

Yet, the design and furniture is not scarce, if not impressive, mixing plenty of different styles, technologies and trends, to provide a functional and cozy environment.

Nevertheless. The two Trinities check the available equipment, supplies, and additional commodities, taking notes in what else could they need.

Marching to the Mall, the group has a pleasant time shopping. This goes on until Gagk’Xannia has to depart. Leaving her in the waxing parlour owned by Madame Throllüsath.

Back in the Fraternity, N’Ïrk starts a new training session, the gym in his deck is as good as the facilities in the Academy.

However. the target dummies are in a whole bracket apart, their resilient Synthetic Emeneld is stronger than what N’Ïrk has seen in some large creatures.

Making him wounder how can someone get rid of the Emeneld without wasting massive amounts of Empiric Energy.

An incognit he would like to know the answer. As he failed to avenge his deceased scout comrade, precisely because he went out of Emens, while dealing with the Tarzön’s powerful Emeneld.

{She withstood two «Ignay’Thus» and still survive. I should had strike her with an «Ïrk»}

He sighs, knowing that Nuking the area would had brought consequences to the outposts and its future inhabitants.

The nostalgic sound is rapidly replaced by a feral grunt, N’Ïrk’s fists moving forward, clad in The Tyrant’s Grasp, accelerating and shooting Shö’Thöms at the conical pillar that is immobile and unaffected after every impact of the blue bolts of energy the young man delivers in a quick secession.

Hours pass, and N’Ïrk is marveled at his constant progress with the Shö’Thöm. The Ammunition is not extremely basic, but is on the weaker side of the ladder. Yet, it’s cheap cost of Emens and reliable performance, is what makes it a great option for the dire life in the outposts.

"Wow!". Vluk’Shïan loud breathless voice is a bit ragged. Her blue eyes diverting from the young man. She partially coveres her face with her hands, glimpsing constantly to the male, through the gaps in her fingers.

The noise caughts Evennette’s attention, entering the gym after N’Ïrk has ceased the Shö’Thöm’s practice.

"No wonder you’re «Howling» Lemon Vixen. He is a feast for the eyes. Even his scent is so virile".

N’Ïrk toned frame is in half display, his broad back and chest are exposed, with beads of sweat rolling leisurely down his rough skin.

*Eh!*. "N-No. You got this wrong Evennette. I was subdued by N’Ïrk’s training, he is constant and determinated".

"That is a given, DNA is not enough to have such body". *Rwar!*. Playfully roars Evennette, her fingers curling like claws, and the teasing is more sensual than intended.

{Unbelievable, every motion she does, is inadvertently overflowing with blazing sex appeal, what a cursed blessing}

Evennette giggles and bites her plump glossy dark brown lips. "Sweet Cheeks said the food is ready. N’Ïrk. I am telling you this, just in case the Lemon Vixen was too busy drooling ove you to pass the message".

"I wasn’t...". Vluk’Shïan try to explain herself, but N’Ïrk dashes forward, slightly lifting the lady’s chin. "To bad i missed the spectacle. It has to be an enticing sight looking a trail of liquid leaving your mouth, traversing your skin. Otherwise you wouldn’t had be watching me for so long".

"It was less than ten minutes". Murmurs Vluk’Shïan, hearing a giggle from Evennette.

"Staring for more than six seconds is already a lot, Lemon Vixen. Have this in mind for the next time you want to peep on him".

Instead of being ashamed, Vluk’Shïan nods, she is thinking on how to incorporate innher practice, the training method of N’Ïrk. While Evennette believes her teammate is interested on the young man.

After taking a quick shower to wash the dirt off his body. N’Ïrk joins the girls in the dining room.

The meal prepared by Niveilia is worthy of a professional chef, and from the five youngsters in the Deck, the ones with the most demanding and developed palates, are Evennette and Indayra.

Strangely the ex masked Doll doesn’t let anyone to see her face, using ethereal blurry triangles floating near her mouth to obstruct everyone’s sight.

Or that was her intention.

Evennette and N’Ïrk can see through the natural censorship of Indayra. A large gruesome burn along a dark green diagonal scar crosses the lady’s rosaceous cherry lips, a part of her flesh is missing, leaving the teeth and gums visible.

Evennette is startled, slightly absent-minded as Indayra’s attitude makes more sense. The previous warning sinking deeper and anchoring itself in the grey matter of the Pornless female. Finally understanding she is not longer living in the safe environment of a Hidden City.

The doorbell rings. N’Ïrk authorizes the visitor to enter with a voice command. The Deck’s Emeneld is lowered and the gate opened.

Hát’Thöry, the Fraternity’s Treasurer, enters with her serious and captivating walk. "Bon Appetito. Excuse me for interrupting your meal. Tomorrow. «Morpho Quiuni of Darón’Thûll. The Meeting will be held in the morning. 12:30. Don’t be late, Harvester N’Ïrk".

"Understood, Harvester Hát’Thöry. However, Bloomer Gagk’Xannia will not attend. I hope that is not a problem?".

"Why would be a problem?. She left the Fraternity".

Hát’Thöry’s words doesn’t make any sense to N’Ïrk, who blabbers a stupefied. "What?".

The Treasurer blinks, the posture and tone of voice the young man is portraying clearly a weird fact, he wasn’t aware of Gagk’Xannia changing her Fraternity. "Didn’t you two have a fight?. She was really decided to join the Sadrín Fraternity. It’s main selling points are the only females allowed, and the members that must had assisted to a boarding school with this same tendency. They cannot have Boyfriends or Male Friends, even the Trinities the members integrate, have to be absent of men".

"WHAT?!". Niveilia and Vluk’Shïan scream stunned. Evennette is silent. Even Indayra’s cold attitude melts a little. The four don’t know much about the couple. But they saw how clingy was Gagk’Xannia with N’Ïrk. The chemistry between the two was undeniable, and the young man is appalled, unable to understand the decision his girlfriend chose...