CHAPTER 529: TOUGH LOVE

Sepiidans tend to form hierarchies depending on their social standing. Those here at the college are in a strange predicament. With all Psionic wielders basically being the best of the best of spartari. They had no reason to boast to one another.

As such, when their husbands were busy with their long studies, extended researches and dangerous expeditions, The Sepiidans form cliques to keep each other company. The Sepiida on the moon were treated considerably well, that being they were left alone, entirely. Everyone just sort of ignored them when they were out and about, not really seeing a need to interact with the pretty aliens.

If they were here they already belonged to someone and it was most likely a powerful Psionic wielder, so who would risk their ire of someone powerful for the simple emotion of lust? No one.

But, the Sepiidans were genuinely ok with this at the college. Here was actually a safe place free from bickering and snarky remarks behind one’s back as they had no one else. Their slaves were not permitted to be here so they simply all banded together to look after one another.

That was until the man... Tall and with purple hair, not that uncommon here, but each and everyone of them felt it... His genetics. Even among all these powerful humans, that man stood out genetically like a hypernova in a pitch black void.

The girls all came to an agreement. No fighting, no sabotage. They would all write down their communicator numbers on a piece of paper with a small description about them before handing the man the piece of paper. Verbally asking him could be overheard, it could diminish their husbands and partners reputations, something that would be catastrophic if the man rejected them and made a scene. So paper. It could be denied. ’No, this man just has a grudge against Sepiida and is delusional.’ Would be their defence.

The task of handing over the paper was the informal leader of this particular clique, Myu. Her blue and scally ram like horns were often described as adorable and unique, making her one of the most beautiful Sepiida here. Which was quite the feat considering all had transhuman beauty.

The clique watched on throughout the day. They had watched the man from the building when he arrived early, they watched him walk towards his new home, a couple of the girls watched him play tug-tug with the scary lake lizard who ended up losing sight of him as they ran away when they saw it and finally found him again as he was given a tour by the crazy lady that had been reading parenting books for months on end.

With the plan in motion, Myu walked over towards the two individuals walking and was planning on speaking in her seductive milf tone. The man appeared quite young and considering he was a freshman, that was most likely the case, so she had suspicion he might like older women. She was closing on 300 herself, so it’s not like it was entirely wrong.

However, as she got closer, she felt her reproductive organs squeeze themselves tight. A phantom appendage was being squeezed by her sensitive regions. She could hardly believe it, she had never been this sexually voracious before. She literally has had nine partners and not once through her seventeen children has she felt the desire for a child this badly before.

She became mute in a moment, yet she came to do a task. Tugging on the man’s sleeve, hoping that she wouldn’t be struck, when he turned around and his gaze descended upon hers...

...

"Myu, what did you talk about?" "He took the note, did he take interest in any of us?" "Gah! I am not going to be able to sleep tonight! What if he calls?!?" "Hey, Myu-Myu, are you ok?" At the sudden sound of her little gaggle of friends, Myu shook her head in surprise before looking around.

"Huh, what? Wait, where did the man go? He was right here?" The girls looked between each other, confused. "Myu, you were speaking to him just a few seconds ago before he left. He even waved to us and showed us that he took the note." One of the Sepiida said.

"He, he did? I think. I think I blacked out. All I remember was the way he looked at me... Those eyes. Pure, kind and with no malice towards me for being what I am... I. I need to go home and ’take care’ of myself."

As she ran away, the gaggle looked amongst one another shocked, before following Myu as they had a multitude of questions now.

...

On Leondis, a weaselly man was being escorted through a building towards the jail cells. His mood was fouled by what he had heard about the incident and had come with some sagely wisdom.

"This one sir, I will give you some privacy, simply shout guard if you require assistance. The guard then opened the metal door and allowed the man inside. The man entered and waited until the door was closed behind him before shaking his head in disgust at the nephew before him.

He was lying there, sprawled out with an ice pack on his head. "The fuck were you thinking Echemus? Pulling your gun on a fellow student. Are you a retard?" The man on the floor jolted, removing the ice pack from his face, revealing a large black patch of skin across the majority of his left side as well as a closed shut eye. The man might have been non lethally taken down, but the assailant clearly used the maximum amount of force that would not be fatal.

"Uncle?" He started, as his one good eye took in the familiar frame. Upon realising who it was, the man got up as fast as he could. "Uncle! Thank goodness you are here! I was accosted! Attacked by a scrub and his bitch! They attacked me! We need to retaliate! They have a beast we must-"

*WHAPOW!*

"AAHHHHH!" Echemus suddenly screamed as he felt a force connect to his already injured face. He collapsed onto the floor writhing in agony when the wind from his lungs were expelled as he got kicked in the gut. Multiple times.

When the assault stopped Echemus had tears in his eyes and looked up at his uncle, betrayal written across his face. "W-Why?" Yacob looked down at his nephew. He felt bad. He wasn’t violent by nature, but a lesson needed to be taught, so the tough act was put on.

"Why? You fuckwit. You are asking why? You attempted to murder a fellow student. It’s only because of me that you will walk out of here today instead of rotting here for the last of your days like you deserve."

Echemus coughed as he held himself. "B-but the beast-" He started, which received another kick to the gut. "You fucking dimwit! I am in charge of exotic creatures here and the man you attempted to murder has enrolled in my study group. You would have had a chance to see the beast more. Did you even consider asking nicely, you cock-munch?"

Yacob looked down at his nephew, disgust in his face as he recognised the look of noble righteousness in his nephew’s face. "Ugh. You look just like your father right now. A snively little piss-flap."

A wave of anger washed over Echemus. "Don’t talk about my father! You didn’t know him!" His rage carried him through the pain before he began coughing again. "Didn’t know him? Didn’t fucking know him?!?"

Yacob pounced onto Echemus, grabbing him by the hair, bringing their noses together as the man spat all across his nephew’s face as he said. "I knew your Father for fifty years. Fifty years, you prolapsed anus! I knew his illegal activities would come and bite him in the ass. His arrogance at being a ’noble’ prevented him from being cautious. Because of his shitty arrogance, everyone and everything I had ever known and loved is dead... My sister... Only you and other crotch goblins are left of my entire family and you are all a bunch of entitled whiney cunts who resort to violence at the first sign of not getting what you want because you are that entitled!"

Yacob began to breathe heavily as the weight he had been carrying fell off him. He then dropped his nephew and collapsed next to him. As he looked up at the dank ceiling, he sighed.

"The only reason I am alive is because I had distanced myself for decades. Even then, those that betrayed our family, gave us up, tortured us. They still broke my spine during interrogations, because I was related to your father."

There was a sound of only breathing, one of relief and one of contemplation. After a while, Yacob stood back up and looked down at his Nephew. A love for his family that was not present when he entered glistened in his eye.

"If you want to learn from me, control your power. Grow strong enough to enact our revenge. You are going to have to learn to adapt. As If I hear of another thing like this again, for my sake, I will kill you myself."

He then extended a hand down to his Nephew, hoping his tough love had broken through the miasma of entitlement.

"Now, get up. We have work to do."