Chapitre 26: Chapter 24 - A Woman? A Mother? Or A Queen?
When she was in middle school, she made her first graded item. It was a choker that she wanted to use as a gift, she felt that even if it was Stone grade, it was the effort that counted.
"When I went to have it graded, the A.I responsible for giving out the grading did what it did for everyone else... it blared out loud from the speakers for everyone to hear. What came out was that quote!
The most irritating thing is, it used that scammer's original voice recording. Just his voice made you want to beat him to death, such a cocky attitude for someone who was a fraud!" She whined about her traumatising experience to Aaliyah, thoughts of people's sympathetic faces and the schadenfreude from those her age came to mind.
Aaliyah on the other hand, looked at her understandingly, nodding along to Catherine's words. That would have been perfect behaviour as her lover, if not for the fact that she was holding in her laughter by pinching her thigh.
Still, despite the dark history that bubbled up from the recesses of her mind, her latest mission gave her a very important reward.
After she read through the technique, she was relieved that it didn't clash with her previous tempering. It was as she thought, this system wouldn't make such an elementary mistake. Not after all the unique abilities it had shown.
She immediately started reading through the technique which, unfortunately, wasn't automatically uploaded into her mind like the other rumoured systems. 'I guess it's fine, expecting that just because it's a system is kinda biased.'
She was glad she ended things with just some shlicking this time because this technique was very demanding on a person's ability to sense their inner Yang.
Thanks to her currently refilled balls, she was full of Yang essence. What Catherine didn't know was that her current innate Yang and Yang essence were so small due to her lacking sexual capacity. Therefore, even when full to bursting point, her Yang essence was around half of an average male.
Due to this, she had a lot of trouble focusing and finding her Yang essence. What should have been a simple task became much trickier, she ended up leaving all the work to Aaliyah.
An hour and a half later, she finally felt the existence of her Yang essence. Instead of the intended ten minutes, it took so much longer that Catherine's confidence took a hit.
'Am I so out of practice that my meditation has regressed to this point?' She felt old all of a sudden, the years of being a mother and worker became all too real.
Days without sleep because of Liliana's crying, endless worry when she was ill. Anxiety when her first exams came, the anger when she came crying from a fight at school. She was Catherine, the mother of Lily.
When was the last time she felt like Catherine, The Little Beauty Queen?
It was just be a moment of weakness, but being hit by such a painful reality was hard on her. The years that went by weren't wasted, nor did she regret them. Even if she did, what could a cripple have changed?
Even so, 'If only...If only...'
The future that she lost came to mind, it was an ugly habit to wallow in regret about the past. It was something she resolved to never do from the moment she came to London.
Just as work was ending, she stood up and walked out. The frustration and feeling of feebleness just made her mind revolve around unhealthy thoughts, she needed some fresh air.
"Sorry Liyah, I really need some fresh air. I'll make it up to you so can you clear up? I gotta go."
There was something in her tone that made Aaliyah hesitate, then she nodded and smiled.
"Go on, lots of things have suddenly changed. Change and go on a jog, taking a breather would be good, I'll go and sit with the girls and tell Lily that you'll be back later." Catherine felt like the luckiest person in the world to have her as she nodded and went to change.
Catherine kept some emergency clothes at work, they were all given personal lockers, so all the workers decided to keep extra sets of clothes.
Working as a masseur is a physically demanding job so clothes can smell of oils and sweat by the end of the day. They even had showers for staff to use in case they need to go somewhere and have no time to go home, these spare clothes save the day.
Catherine kept sports clothes in there with some running shoes, right now she was glad she did.
A little while later, heads turned to see a beautiful blonde woman jogging and working up a sweat. Her defined midriff was clear to see, her perfect blend of strength and femininity caused just as many women to look as the men. Her motherly assets shook with each step and her muscles rippled in tandem.
A sports bra and jogging pants in a mixed colour of red and black gave her a tough and dangerous vibe, her bad mood caused those she passed to feel like a sensual yet aggressive beast brushed by them.
What started as a jog became a run, and a run became a sprint.
Catherine vented desperately; her ragged breath and screaming muscles felt liberating. She wanted to go faster, she wanted to feel the burn in her muscles and lungs. She wanted to feel the wind and see the passing scenery.
Her speed continued to rise, it went from 10mph to 20, it rose to 30, then hitting 40mph. Her incredible cultivation showed its results and it was exhilarating. It was liberating.
She was stronger! She hadn't wasted her years! Liliana was her pride and love, her source of strength and proof of effort and joy. If not for this, how could I have come to London? Would I have not missed out on something as powerful as the system if she wasn't in England!? This is just the beginning!
I have so much more to show the world!
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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