CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24: PLAYFUL CAMARADERIE PART 4.

Niveilia’s attentive and dedicated care is extremely precise, influencing Indayra’s cellular regeneration.

The Frosted Witch recovers the missing flesh on her lips, as well as losing almost all of the dark green gruesome scar, being much thinner and less frightening to look at.

"Enough". N’Ïrk gives a gentle pat on Niveilia’s head, the focused damsel is started, interrupting the restoration ability of her hands.

"You’ve already run out of Empiric Energy in your Storage Capacity. Forcing the extraction of more Emens when you already reached «Zero» is detrimental to your progress" .

The young man ruffles the coral orange hair of his «Sugar Baby». His touch is firm and patronizing, yet, it gives Niveilia a comforting warmth and assurance.

"Indayra isn’t going anywhere, and she has been putting up a strong facade with the pain she’s been feeling, at least since we met her. Waiting a couple of hours for you to get your Emens back, isn’t going to bother, or upset her".

Niveilia nods shyly. The fearsome healer is tamed with a few strokes on her head.

Reassured for a brief moment, as N’Ïrk’s speedo rips on one side when Niveilia turns around.

The seam was unable to withstand the pressure and weight of the young man’s virility. The fabric falling leisurely, just like the stunned Niveilia, losing her consciousness from the shock of seeing the sausage that her handsome crush is carrying around.

N’Ïrk intercepts the Busty Lady, laying her down on the couch. *Sigh*. "You were supposed to teach me what «Gaming» is, Choco Lips".

Evennette scoffs, scratching her head with an ephemeral smile. Her eyes meeting Indayra’s, not knowing how to act in front of the Frosted Witch questioning their «Landlord».

"You also knew, N’Ïrk?".

"About your wound?. Of course".

"Why didn’t you say something?".

"We just met, and we’re not sharing a drink to talk about scars or sex. Although. I did speak up, Porcelain Nun. «You’re all attractive, don’t provoke me». Remember?".

"You... , You weren’t grossed out with my ugliness?".

"No. And i am sure, that i mentioned this before. «There is no one here with those physical characteristics». You know. Fat, Ugly, or Weak".

N’Ïrk goes to Vluk’Shïan, offering his hand to the calmer but still horny Orchqüim.

"Lemon Vixen. Instead of this unreliable mystery boxes. Let’s purchase the complete version of this Uniforms. I liked how the black glasses look".

"Black?. N’Ïrk. You mean the Sunglasses?".

"Sun?. But they don’t shine".

Indayra and Evennette giggle, ceasing momentarily but letting go the grudge. They can either part ways and leave the Fraternity, or patch thighs up. And the softened laughs are a nice lullaby that start to awake the sleepy Niveilia.

Evennette grabs two garments of N’Ïrk’s clothes, throwing them to him. "I wouldn’t mind to keep seeing you in all your glory. But Sweet Cheeks is the only one here that knows how to cook and bake. It’s better if she goes back to the kitchen before a fire starts".

Grinning amusedly, N’Ïrk puts on his boxer and pants.

Evennette refuses to give back the shirt, using it like a scarf to half cover her neck, and her large bosom with the long sleeves.

She notoriously sniffs the young man’s scent, and wiggles her prominent buttocks as she checks the functionality of the game console.

Vluk’Shïan, Indayra and N’Ïrk collect the boxes, wrappings and costumes, cleaning the mess. Meanwhile. Niveilia runs out from the Common Room, going back to the kitchen, baking the next round of Creampies.

The four youngsters sit in front of the slick curved design of the 120 inches LED Smart TV.

The high definition is no less impressive than the screen of Evennette’s smartphone, and the landscapes presented in the suspended mode, are so vivacious that is almost like standing live in such locations.

Evennette, finally shows N’Ïrk what is the meaning of «Gaming». Playing a few tries of Platform Games.

Then, the Dance Simulators got hyper hipped by Indayra and Vluk’Shïan. Both forgetting about their skimpy attires and enjoying themselves with the variety of music available.

{The globalization of communication and knowledge. What a wonderful goal. I think, i can understand why the Zindrack Conglomerate is so committed to the integration of different cultures}

{Everyone has something to offer. It’s just a matter of wanting to learn more, without criticizing our differences, instead, we should seek a common ground to amplify our horizons}

After hours of gaming, the night takes its first victims. Niveilia, then Vluk’Shïan. Both missing when Evennette’s tournament starts.

The setting of the game is a Survival Battle Royale in which is available a large array of weapons, not only the highly advanced equipment employed by the Hidden Cities.

Choco Lips moves her character like a real Sniper would traverse the wilderness. In silence, causing chaos with her effective lethality, eliminating her adversaries with long shots, or luring the Tribal NPC to attack other players.

Surprisingly, the majority of the hits she does, are effectuated more than one kilometer away from the target, and without making use of a scope, reflecting the damsel’s excellent eyesight.

The game’s graphics are detailed and realistic to the extreme, which captivates N’Ïrk.Sounds and physics are incredibly good. The explosions and ammunitions behave like they would do in real life, and the defensive gear is not different.

"Angle your shots at 70°, Choco Lips. The Snakker’s Paves Ballistic Shields are mounted on slabs, and they will flake off if the shots are slightly tilted".

Evennette follows the advice. She already fired her Gauss Rifle and striked the shield five times before, causing no damage at all.

Swapping her position and aiming under N’Ïrk’s specification, does the trick.

The Ballistic Shield swiftly peels off like banana skin, leaving confused and defenseless, a player who wrongly thought his protection was impenetrable.

"See you never «Poison Turtle». Next time you better understands the hints, but even more the direct comments. Stop sending me DMs with pictures of your little peanut!".

Pulling the trigger of her weapon, Choco Lips sends a blue ace that pierces the player’s avatar’s forehead, obtaining the victory of the tournament and a Place to participate in a New Tournament the following night...