CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: THE NERF - CHANGE OF PARADIGM PART 1.

The struggle within Å’Vría’s resolution is severe, suffering a dire turmoil of wild and mixed emotions.

Still, she is unaware of her Elder Sister observing her predicament with arousal and expectation, wanting to know more about her Sister’s libidinous preferences.

Before Å’Vría can enunciate her pending answer, N’Ïrk grabs her by the neck, his hold stopped momentarily by the feeble golden energetic layer of the Emeneld, but plopping it with additional pressure, hindering the female’s respiration with tight constrain of his fingers, wrapped firmly around the damsel’s throat, .

Fear, panic and uncontrollable excitement flood the haughty lady’s senses. Her heart rate spiking up, as her thighs rub each other with constant abandon.

"What a nice surprise. You are a naughty one A’Vría. Having a liking for being suffocated is not that rare. Don’t tell me that this is how you masturbate?".

N’Ïrk asks patronizingly, ignoring the rolling eyes of Å’Vría, who is climaxing with an intense convulsion that makes her body to ripple with the uncontrollable tremble that can’t shake away the strong suppressive hold the young man has, keeping her in place despite the violent jerking.

Deviating his sight, N’Ïrk observes shortly the camouflaged silhouette of Æ’Vérrya. She is excited, biting her violet lower lip with a fleeting curiosity and an obnoxious envy, denying wordlessly the scandalous sexual tendency mentioned by the young man, as Æ’Vérrya prefers to massage her nipples during the calm self pleasuring sessions she has in her free time.

Yet. Æ’Vérrya realizes her mistake. There is no way that any Sister could be aware of this kind of information about her siblings, unless she were stalking her relatives.

The pinkish blush is dim on the Elder Sister, which is not the case on Å’Vría, her cheeks are completely flushed with a bright pastel pink that is way too notorious on her red skin, tonality that remains, even after she falls unconscious, standing on her feet solely due to N’Ïrk’s hand holding her.

{Again!. You have to be shitting me!. Why is everyone so sensitive today?!...}

The question floats in N’Ïrk’s mind for a moment, ignoring it as his senses sharpen with an inordinate intensity.

Initially. He perceives the changes through his eyes and ears. His vision is extremely good, but now is so defined that turns blurry, coming with a focused stung that turns into a scorching sensation.

His hearing is good, but for a moment becomes so exceptional, that he can hear what is happening outside Æ’Vérrya’s room, bypassing the isolation provided by the Emeneld and the soundproof materials separating him from the outside.

This augment is partially temporary, as the sound becomes less clear but louder, turning into an exasperating noise, until it is no different than an infernal screech that forces N’Ïrk to let go Å’Vría, so he doesn’t break the female’s neck by accident.

{What is happening to me?!}

Again the question remains in the air.

Although. N’Ïrk comprehends his mistake quite fast. All thanks to the Synesthesia. He an witness the aura of the three ladies that are in the room. Æ’Vérrya, Å’Vría and Hát’Thöry. They are going through something similar to what he is experiencing.

The body feels heavier, the heart rate shots up exponentially, and the brain literally does pulsating pounds like if it had a weird kind of arrhythmia, provoking a headache that quickly turns into a full fledged migraine that continues worsening by the second.

The agony is nigh unbearable, the muscles expand and contract gruesomely fast. While the blood boils, suddenly freezes, and ignites once again. Causing microscopic cracks in the blood vessels, unleashing external and internal hemorrhages that are difficult to tolerate.

Gritting their mouths with all the strength they can muster, shattering their own teeth seems like a doable possibility. But the damage doesn’t reach said extend. The muscular rearrangement has exhausted the four youngsters, preventing them from destroy their deteriorated teeth, but having to suffer from fissures in all their bones nonetheless.

Gradually, the sensations begin to subsidize, becoming more bearable, but almost dissipating completely when N’Ïrk roars, not a grunt or a growl, an actual bestial roar that unlocks an evolutionary response within the young man.

His teeth transmute from nacar calcium, to adopt a maroon metal shade that comes with a razor sharp appearance that is monstrous and menacing. Just like his two slit constricted pupils in each of his green glowing eyes.

Disoriented and in pain, the young man tries to calm down, but his instincts are on edge, like a wounded animal that has been striked by a stealthy predator, becoming wary and inquisitive with everything in it’s surroundings.

{What happened to us?. To me?}

He questions after seeing his clawed hands and the changes he went through, visible in the reflection of the nearby mirror.

Yet. Thinking on him brings up the interface, where several truths overwhelm the puzzled young man.

N’Ïrk Ignay’Thus

Empiric Energy • [ 22 / 22 ] [ +2/H ]

Class • Kinkmancer

Level [ 0 / 4 ] • Growth • [ 0 / 25 ]

Oppressiveness • [ 0 / 10 ]

Tender Ferality • [ 0 / 10 ]

Immersive Impersonation • [ 0 / 10 ]

{Where are my potential candidates for bonding?!. And what happened to my Storage Capacity?!. 22?!. I had over 5,000 just a few seconds ago!}

Æ’Vérrya’s groan draws N’Ïrk’s attention. The maiden is exhausted, laying on the floor, but crawling toward her sister Å’Vría, making sure the latter is not in immediate danger.

"How bad is your state Æ’Vérrya?".

"Not serious". She comments tucking the violet hair of her unconscious sister. "I have been a lot worse N’Ïrk".

"I genuinely doubt it. Just observe your interface?".

The strangeness of the comment attracts Æ’Vérrya’s attention, who finally turns to observe N’Ïrk. Her eyes are widened in surprised at what she is seeing. But not due to the young man’s savage appearance. If not because of the floating screen that is in front of him.

"N’Ïrk. I can see your’s".

"What do you mean Æ’Vérrya?".

"Your «Status Window»". And with that, she obliviously reveals her own interface.

Æ’Vérrya Vendremier

Empiric Energy • [ 45 / 45 ] [ +4/H ]

Class • Barrieress

Level [ 0 / 9 ] • Growth • [ 0 / 25 ]

Acquittance Cuckoldry • [ 0 / 10 ]

Risky Voyeurism • [ 0 / 10 ]

Stealth Exhibitionism • [ 0 / 10 ]