Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Heated Practice Part 3 - Second Day Of The Scholar Year Part 5.
The Femboy is left alone on the Test Tile, the next «Ghost» summoned is not destroyed by Dyll’Phá or N’Ïrk.
Both waiting for Yitz’Shiell decision, while the translucent entity hovers slowly. It’s shape and constitution is clearly more dense than the previous ethereal manifestations, which evidence that it is a «Phantom» not a «Ghost».
Both entities can ignore physical contact, but Phantoms can emit Omnidirectional Pushing Forces, and some can even erect barriers and summon other Ghosts.
"«Stint’Flear»". Enunciates the Femboy, again nothing happens. His intonation is still not adequate, lacking the grudge or scorn required in the inflection.
Which is comprehensible. Yitz’Shiell is a selfless person who has been rised and educated to be a perfect Fucktoy. Truly believing this side of him. Waiting to be purchased.
After all. He is situation is somehow similar to Evennette’s. Born in a Hidden City, and expelled when he turned twenty years of age, due to unlocking his connection with the Empiric Energy.
This makes difficult to change his attitude. It doesn’t matter how much the Femboy wants to do it.
Nevertheless. Yitz’Shiell doesn’t give up, the promise of having his first real Buyer is a blissful and alluring goal. Trying to shoot the Stint’Flear again and again, failing miserably in each attempt.
Otzzana sees herself reflected in Yitz’Shiell, wanting to surpass and excel, to not be limited.
"That thing was wearing linen with silk".
The Baroness’s fleeting comment mets an abhorrent gasp that echoes in the shooting range.
The Femboy is infuriated. "What a sacrilege!. «Stint’Flear»!".
The bolt of reddened orange plasma leaves the dainty hands with manicured nails. Flying and exploding in the Phantom’s stomach burning it ephemeraly, and delaying its already slow displacement.
"Bastard!. Have a sliver of fashion sense!".
Yitz’Shiell complains, snapping his fingers with a short, short, long gesture, time in which the span of five seconds to recharge, pass.
"«Stint’Flear!»".
Another bolt crashes in the Phantom’s left shoulder, remaining in Dhägna’Hür, refusing to reach the Afterlife or return to the Mythstical Realm.
"«Stint’Flear!»".
The third strike lands in the middle of the right chest, creating a triangular array. The burning of each Stint’Flear expands rapidly, reaching the other plasmatic flares, bursting in a new explosion that engulfs and eliminates the Phantom.
{What was that?!. I am sure that one, or perhaps even two hits more, had to be fired before destroying the Phantom}
"I did it!". Screams Yitz’Shiell overjoyed, doing a cute little jump and regaining his composure. "I mean. Of course i did it... , Am i receiving a prize for my efforts?. Sir~".
N’Ïrk delivers a harsh spank to the Femboy’s meaty butt cheeks. "You still have two left to eliminate".
At that moment, a Ghost appear.
"How strict". Teases Yitz’Shiell, wiggling his ass to entice N’Ïrk, but he pays no attention to the Sexy Trap.
The two Ghosts are finished off within a minute by the Femboy.
Returning once again with Niveilia, who is the last member of the two Trinities, so they fulfill their task.
"Hubby...".
"Don’t «Hubby» me. Come on Wifey, it’s your turn.
"The Busty Lady doesn’t want to, but when N’Ïrk extends his hand, she grabs it without doubts, accepting to be taken to the Test Tile.
A new Ghost comes floating, and Niveilia is tense. Needing N’Ïrk behind her to calm down.
He whispers. "It is not that hard Wifey. Raise your hand and let your Emens flow".
"Hubby. I don’t want to...".
"This is not about what you want, if not of what we need Wifey... , Do you remember what i told to you in the Fake Zone?".
She nods. "To cure others, the threats must be neutralizedo".
"Precisely, and with our reduced Storage Capacity. You can’t afford to waste Emens".
"But I don’t want to be evil...".
"Wifey. Killing doesn’t make you a bad person. Murder it is wrong. Yes... , and both may take away a life, but it is not the same, You kill for a purpose, based on a need... , However. Murder is always om a whim, not required, but still executed".
Niveilia raises her hand, hesitant, but channeling her Empiric Energy.
The Ghost is in front of her, and she panics, closing her starry eyes, and forfeiting her attempt, not firing.
N’Ïrk intervenes, destroying the ethereal attacker, only for a Phantom to appear afterwards.
"Hubby!".
Niveilia is terrified, the enemy is far away, but her altered state of mind, makes her forget that five seconds later, N’Ïrk can shoot once more.
Knowing this fact through the Synesthesia, N’Ïrk cunningly abuses the situation. "Wifey. You have to do it. I won’t have time".
The high-pitched voice and the wide hand gestures, are an obvious signal of N’Ïrk’s plot, Káth’Dria knows it too well, rolling her eyes and scoffing at how oblivious Niveilia is.
"Bu-But...".
"No buts Wifey, and in mind that you are not hurting this Phantom. You are defending yourself, and protecting me, hence, securing our future together. Are you going to be My Wife?. And the Mother of our children?".
N’Ïrk proclaims resolutely, showing a maroon choker with an emerald. Niveilia’s eyes widen in surprise, speechless for an instant at the meaning of the young man’s action.
"Wifey. I am serious about us, and the Owner of Kinksters told me that in your Family, is customary to gift a Necklace while proposing, consolidating the union when you wear it... , Will you marry me?".
"YES!...".
Niveilia screams excitedly, seeing the Phantom, and rapidly aiming her right hand.
The colour of the Empiric Energy around the damsel’s palm is a bright, purple violet glow coating a golden bolt.
"«Ubreon»!". She says her Family’s Name, launching the Ammunition, obliterating the Phantom in a powerful detonation that sends a gush of wind across the shooting range.
The next Ghost appears, and Niveilia decides to use. "«Stint’Flear»".
The explosion is weaker, but way bigger than N’Ïrk’s or even Coordinator Lycaonia’s energy attack. Which is evident as it occurs the same outcome with the third and last Ghost the damsel confronts.
{Now has more sense why Niveilia is afraid of harming others. Her natural disposition to heal everyone, distorts itself, provoking all her Ammunitions to behave like AoE (Area of Effect) Attacks. No wonder she was so aghast, and against it. Harming others by accident it is a horrible experience that you can’t erase, even with her Restoration Ability...}