The intimacy with Cresseida, enhances her physical appearance, the two tones of her lustrous long hair cascading beautifully down her back, veiling her pristine youthful skin, absent of blemishes or imperfections, immaculated in the literal sense, which i believe should be unobtainable, even in a planet with magic.
The Librarian's bright green eyes shining with lively vibrancy, radiating an enchanting bewitching glow.
During the entire intercourse, Cadrissa has been peeping on us, not deviating her sight, despite the nervousness, doubt, and constant fear she must be feeling, as the early morning is incoming, threatening her with being caught infraganti by the sudden presence of any of our Towermates.
However, she has accepted this strange dynamic, not minding observing the whole process, even when the sexual undertone has meddle down to less than foreplay, grooming ourselves to start the day.
The Young Sophomore departs to the kitchen along Cresseida, who is almost ready for her shift at Takctoor's Library.
In the dining room, Ines and Danaika are sitting at the table. Meanwhile, Verulkya puts a small saucepan full of burnt clumpy white rice, accompanied with charred (fried) eggs that are not very appetizing to look at due to the crusty charcoal scab layer coating the scorched undeveloped-chickens.
"Impressive culinary skills, Hot Aunt. You carbonized… , i mean, you almost incinerated the egg's whites, but the yolks somehow remain intact…".
Verulkya complains embarrassed. "What were you waiting for, Vruck?!. I haven't had the need to cook on my own for six or seven centuries, and that's not counting Dilated or Relative Time!".
I quickly peck her right cheek, not to appease her distressed state, or as a consolation prize, but because she followed my command and attempted her best regardless of the result.
"Good Aunty". I whisper huskily, standing on my tiptoes to nibble her earlobe.
"It wasn't me, Vruck". She confessed. "The Little Bitch helped me to…".
"WHO?". I inquire rising my voice, scaring the Hot Aunt.
"Li-Little Ines". She says with appalled nervousness, fearful of my possible lashing, choosing to end my life, returning to Azthea.
"Don't let it slip…".
Ines intervenes. "I don't mind being called like that, Lustful Beast. I'm a Bitch…". She remarks twitching her doberman ears. "And i'm smaller if compared to your Venerable Aunt, Verulkya Vecturion".
{The Hot Aunt is certainly taller, and her breasts are more voluptuous…}.
"Little Bi~ Ines… , Little Ines. I said Ines… , Ahem. She advised me to be «Truthful» with you. I brought various prepared breakfasts for the others…".
Sitting besides Ines. I savor the breakfast. It's flavor is earthy, dry and salty, yet totally edible, nutritious, and filling without being heavy.
Somewhat reminding me of the rations i ate during my military service, and later in my active deployment. Yet, is an incomparable delicacy if compared to what i had access in the campaign to take down the facilities in Fettiyio.
"Good morning". Bayron approaches the table with a plate, waiting for permission to receive his breakfast, and take a seat.
{His indoctrination is concerning}.
"Good morning Soldier. What is your rank?". I ask casually.
"«Corporal», Landlord. Thank you for allowing my stay at this residence. The bed is incredible, adapting it's structure to offer comfort".
"I know what you mean, Soldier. If the place is too soft can be annoying. We forcefully arrived to this world, let's support each other, and, don't call me «Landlord», Abdleya does it because she gets turned on by the role-play".
"You can bet i do!". Screams the exuberant explorer, joining us. "In any case, i am intrigued, «Landlord». Despite being shorter, you gave the same vibe as Bayron, but with a more dangerous bearing. Did you were a Soldier in your world?".
"Not precisely. I'm an University Student who completed his military service in active duty".
"Oh!. Do you have your own rank, Lustful Beast?".
"Indeed, Barking Bitch. «Lieutenant»". I immediately warn Bayron. "Don't call me «Sir»".
"Understood. Is «Lieutenant» acceptable?".
"Of course. You can call me by my name too".
"I'll have it present, Lieutenant".
We share a light chat, Ines forcing Danaika to eat a burnt egg and a ladle of rice before giving her a «Good Breakfast».
"Little Bi-Ines is so thoughtful. Obey her, Daughter of Dunakia. It's better if you get accustomed to bad food. Facilitates the transition in long Expeditions. Anything to eat it's better than starve".
"Indeed". Bayron, Abdleya and Myself agree at unison. Though the Soldiers adds. "This meal is delicious".
To what Cadrissa giggles, offering a «Good Breakfast», provoking tears in Bayron, who must be overwhelmed with how delightful a real delicacy tastes.
"Do you plan to contract marriage with Little Bi-Ines, Vruck?".
The Barking Bitch spits out her drink, Cadrissa chokes on her food, and Byron is more composed, asking "What is «Marriage»?".
Abdleya illustrates the Soldier, while the Librarian extends her leg under the table, brushing mine. "Young Gentleman. Will i ever be your Spouse?".
Cadrissa was about to eat, failing on putting the spoon inside her mouth, accidentally dropping the content, staining her Combat Gambeson, cleaning it fastly with Emts.
"I will, Cresseida".
"But you are going to win back the Young Gentlewoman, Seinnissia Sunderzen?".
"I haven't lost her. Our engagement has only been postponed".
"Are you sure?". Questions Danaika. "Cinder-Shit is in the same Box as Natvasha, and Brenna".
"What?!". Cadrissa exclaims, furious at the fact, even more than my own bewilderment at the decision made by the Academy.
Verulkya is calm, placidly posing her hands on my shoulders, massaging me with expertise. "Takctoor is an Institution drived by impartiality, Daughter of Camarssia. Those who are paired in a Box, must possess Compatibility in their Professions. Balance in their line up, and in rare occasions, rookies are ready for Synchronization".
"My Fiancé Synchronizing with Natvasha!. I'll kill the ugly Nydrikoff if she dares!".
Bayron rises his hand. "What is the meaning of Synchronization".
{I want to know too}.
"Researcheress?". Verulkya observes the Librarian, who continues teasing me with her feet.
"«Synchronization» is the capacity to merge Two distinct Entities into One for a certain period of time. Those who perform this practice, share a very deep bond, accessing everything the other has experienced"…