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Chapitre 19: Graceless return

'What the hell was that?!'

Rushing through the streets, Claire could hardly keep enough attention on the road not to clash with any of the civilians that stood in her way. Thankfully, the late hour of the early night made it so that there were only a few pedestrians here and there on the pavement, not only saving her from a fat lawsuit from running into someone at her speed but also the embarrassment… of running into someone with her cheeks burning red. 

'What?!'

'WHAT?!'

Claire's chest tingled, only for a cold breeze to run all the way up her spine. 

'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!'

Sure, it was one thing for a cultivator like her to make use of such a golden opportunity to cultivate. An opportunity even better than what she encountered when she first entered Tim's room. 

An opportunity consisting of not only the thick aura of QI in the air produced by this insane device of his but also of all the other things that pretty much came to face her one by one like some sort of silly reveal in a poorly written story of an author who just couldn't help but give in to his excitement and drop the big plot points one by one super-early into the story!

The thick aura of Qi in the room was just one thing. The overwhelmingly potent Qi that she ended up sucking out of Tim's system was another. 

But the way his Qi circulated through his body without even the slightest shred of guidance… 

'HOW THE HELL?!'

At this point, Claire wasn't even sure if she should be amazed, stunned, jealous, or scared. 

The proper cultivation routine that she worked so hard for, had to earn merit with her father to get her hands on a manual and then spared no effort to practice… 

All of it was nothing when compared to the routine that guy did without even thinking about it.

No! 

He did it without even being aware of the fact that he was doing it!

No, that wasn't even it yet!

HE DID IT WHILE NOT EVEN CONSCIOUS!!

Claire slowed down her steps only to…

"Aargh!" she released a groan so full of stifled anger and other emotions, that she just couldn't help but slam her fist into the wall of some innocent building that just was unlucky enough to be nearby. And she did so with enough strength for her fist to actually sink into the concrete, breaking off a considerable chunk of it.

"Ha… ha… haaa…." Claire breathed heavily, doing her best to let all of those stifled emotions go along with her breath. 

Just like with cultivation, she made sure to properly circulate her breath through her body, getting herself as close to the state of meditation as she could before actually doing so, all in a bid to calm her emotions down. 

'What the hell was I even doing?!'

She could still feel the warmth of Tim's body that she so tightly pressed herself against. Her crotch could still remember the sensation of his hard-on pressing against it as she herself loosened and warmed up in the process of sucking that guy's excessive Qi. 

She could still remember the adorable blush on his face as he recovered his consciousness and realized the state the two of them were in. The face he made when forced to react to it in some way or form has burned into her memory, threatening to appear whenever she would close her eyes or even let her thoughts wander. 

Looking to the side, Claire hung her eyes on the hole in the wall of her own making and her fist that rested within that hole. The fist that she then brought closer to her eyes and pried open… Only to see the intricately crafted silvery wing that Tim offered her in exchange for all her troubles.

'What the fuck was that, man?' Claire nearly cried out, staring at the ring made from what was supposed to be crude and cheap materials… only to radiate the kind of aura she's only ever experienced in artifacts back at her father's main shop, objects that were worth easily many times the worth of everything that she stocked her own shop with!

Torn by all the feelings that she failed to properly curb, Claire stared at the ring in the palm of her hand for a while… Only to follow a sudden impulse and slip the ring on her finger. 

"Ah!" A slight moan escaped the girl's lips as her body relaxed nearly to the point of just crumbling down onto the walkway. 

But it wasn't all!

The Qi around her suddenly grew thicker, as if she simply couldn't perceive its thickness before, growing nearly to the level of what she'd experienced back at Tim's place. 

Those two aspects alone were enough to make this ring into the treasure of her family, an object worthy of putting on the golden shelf of her father's shop, something just to be displayed for the sake of her clan's pride rather than sold to anyone, regardless of the prize offered. 

But… 

There always had to be some sort of a caveat. And when it came to this ring… 

'Wha…'

"Aaaah…" A sweet moan escaped Claire's lips when she suddenly felt her chest tighten while her entire body filled with a strange sense of bliss as if a thousand hands caressed it all over. Not even her chest of crotch was an exception, making the girl feel like she could just dual cultivate with the entire world around her right at this moment. 

And if all of that wasn't enough… 

This feeling of warmth, relaxation, intimate touch… It all was somehow etched with the very essence she grew to know the taste of when she sucked at the corner of Tim's neck!

"Huff… huff… huff…" 

Desperate not to make an even bigger laughing stock out of herself while right out in the open, Claire breathed heavily while struggling to move her hand… And tear the ring off her finger, freeing herself from… 

'What exactly was that supposed to be?' the girl thought, holding herself upright with just the last of her will… While simultaneously having to suffer the realization that the world around her suddenly turned all bleak, gray, deprived of warmth, and undeserving of her interest. 

'Am I reacting like that because it's a new feeling, or…'

Claire's crotch tingled, only for her knees to instantly gravitate towards each other, making her seem like someone desperately holding their pee back. 

Thankfully, between her rush and then the sudden switch to an extremely slow walk, she pretty much managed to reach her goal. And while it wasn't the comfortable safety of her own shop, her own kingdom where not even her father could intrude lightly… It was still her clan's mansion, a place where she would find the safety and privacy of her own room and the protection of the tens of disciples who would give a limb or two if it meant earning a favor with her or her father. 

Still, as much as she wanted to just go through the gates and hide herself in her room to give herself some time to properly process everything that happened… 

"Young miss!" One of the two disciples standing guard at the clan mansions' gate rushed forth the very moment he saw her. "To see you return home so late…" the young man continued, blissfully unaware of just how much Claire wanted to just claw his eyes… No, his entire face out. "Did anyone give you any trouble on your way back?!"

Just this shout alone was enough to attract the attention of the other disciple by the gate… and then a few more of the one's training on the outer courtyard of the mansion. 

"It's nothing, just let me through," Claire snapped, pushing the man's concerned hand away as she moved past him… Only to stop as soon as she stepped inside the protective embrace of the formations of her clan's mansion. "Actually, go and tell my father I need to meet him. Just… Just not now. For now," Claire averted her eyes before picking up her pace as she walked towards the mansion proper, "for now, I need to get some rest."


Chapitre 20: Ways to distract myself from the vivid memories

"What the hell was that?!"

I screamed out right into the soft cushion of my pillow in hopes of muffling what would be otherwise a desperate scream. 

That's right. 

What the hell was that? 

A question that many philosophers pondered over the ages, a question that many young men would often find themselves asking after stumbling on their chance with whatever girl they had a crush on. 

In this particular case, however, I genuinely had no idea what the actual fuck was that!

'Was she coming onto me? Or am I just projecting my instinctive wishes over something that was mere coincidence, a side-effect of her actually trying to help me out?' 

I gritted my teeth before pushing my face even deeper into the pillow… Only to sense the faint, distant aroma of the same scent I could feel around the girl, likely, of her perfume or shampoo or something. 

'Oh right, she was on this bed just until recently…' I thought, throwing my mind for a loop once again as I started to recall the details concerning the fairy-like girl who just so happened to be straddling my lap while hugging me tightly and sucking on my… 

"Shit, this isn't helping at all," I muttered to myself as I rose up from the bed, too scared of the possibility that if I allowed my thoughts to wander for any longer, I would end up sniffing my sheets with passion in hopes of catching just one more whiff of Claire's scent. 

'Keep it together, man! Aren't you a grown-ass adult?' I thought, trying every avenue, every angle, every possible approach to get myself to calm down. 

I even went as far as to consider going to the bathroom for a moment to clear my body and thus mind… Only to end up gritting my teeth and abandoning the idea. 

There were only a few things that I've learned during my five years at the institution… But the consequences of giving to one's desires, self-satisfying them, and then falling into a state of lethargy afterward… 

'Eh, I never thought things would end up this way just because I tried to seek some damned help…' I thought, sitting down on the edge of my bed, only to then slide down to the floor and stare ahead at quite the mess left after my crafting process. 

By now, most of the beginner sets were either fully exhausted of their resources or left with just a tiny bit of scraps. The only exception to that rule was the runesmithing and formation-making sets, each consisting of a bunch of tools and, in the case of the formations, a pretty much untouched vial of thick, dark ink. 

"There isn't much left of anything, huh?" I summed my findings out… Before patting my hands down against my knees and getting to work. 

This time, however, rather than trying to craft something out of pretty much nothing… I simply started to clean again, hoping that this pretty much mindless activity would save me from the bother of the vivid memories I made just recently. 

Bit by bit, the mess on the floor, the scattered materials, single-paged leaflets, thin pamphlets, marks of scattered ink… While each of those only contributed a little bit to the overall mess, when combined, they turned my room pretty much back to the state it was in before I decided to do better. 

Thankfully, maybe because it wasn't my first time doing so, the process of clearing the entire thing out took me merely a fraction of the time I needed when I did it for the very first time just a day ago. Not even the added process of sorting and then nicely organizing everything out took as much time as I thought it would. 

Which was one big fuck-up all in its own right. Because as great as it was that I could now clean quickly and efficiently… What else was I supposed to do now that I've completed this task? 

'To think that getting good at something would be so annoying,' I thought as I, once again, started to recall various sensations that Claire, knowingly or not, imposed on my brain and engraved so deep into my memory I just couldn't think of anything else. And now that I was deprived of the task to occupy my thoughts… 

"Well, shit. I guess it's time to go for the nuclear option," I muttered to myself as I grabbed my phone… And launched the powerful, mighty app that was as useful as it was scary. An app filled with nothing but short-form videos on every topic a human brain could conceive. 

A supreme tool for wasting time, occupying one's thoughts, and eroding one's own ability to keep focused. A tool I've previously used to look up various guides and tutorials. This time, however, I simply went to the main page and started scrolling, desperate to find something that would occupy my thoughts for long enough for the vivid memories of Clarie's pressing herself against me to fade away. 

It was a decision that helped in the short term… Only to back-fire tragically when I started to encounter the videos that pretended to be anything but what they really were - a bunch of skimpily dressed girls doing all sorts of activities only serving to showcase the bounciness of their exposed body parts… 

I scrolled the first video of this kind away… 

But I didn't do so quickly enough. A fatal mistake that the app's algorithm picked up instantly, soon flooding my feed with more and more content that only served to remind me of the very thing I wanted to exclude from my thoughts. 

'Shit, I really have no other choice but to get back to crafting, do I?'

Putting the phone away, I cast a short glance at the now well-organized remains of the things I've brought from Claire's shop. 

Sure, there were enough tools, leftover materials, and instructions left for me to try crafting something else. In fact, just reading through the thicker pamphlets that came with runesmithing and formation-drawing sets would take a while. But… 

But I was tired. 

As tired as I would be after hours upon hours of slamming my fists against the wooden target… if not actually more!

More, it wasn't just the physical kind of exhaustion, even if that played a part too. Right now, it was my brain that was exhausted, be it from my attempts to figure out what I was doing while meditating, due to meditation itself or just constantly trying to learn more before doing my best to figure out how to put the theory I've just read about from leaflets and pamphlets into practice. 

I was in a state where just picking up the tools to try crafting would be akin to overexerting myself, going beyond the healthy limits. I could tell that, as enticing as it could be, it wasn't the proper way to do things. 

But… 

I couldn't go to sleep when all my thoughts only served to make my junior stand at attention, right? The risk of me turning over to my stomach and ending up with the sort of injury that just the thought of was enough to make even the toughest man shiver in terror… 

"Normally, this would be an excuse to laze around, but…" I gulped my saliva down before taking a deep breath and picking up my phone again. "But I guess I can do something unhealthy every once in a while, can't I?"

This time, rather than just allowing the feed of the app to dictate what I would be watching, I've actually searched for the general term "simple crafting recipes" before scrolling for as long as it took for me to find something I could create with whatever materials and tools I had left. 

Rather than rushing into action, though, I rested my back against the bed's edge and watched the video manual of the process again and again, all the way to the point when I memorized every single detail included in it. 

"Now, just in case I start to meditate again," I muttered to myself as I switched the mode of the app from a consumer of the content to a producer before setting my phone down and hitting the record. 

'Now then,' I thought, glancing over to where I've left the half-opened pamphlet about formation marking, open on the page with the dictionary of runes - not all that different from the runes used in rune-smithing - to confirm whether or not my memory served me right. 

'Okay then.' 

I started by picking up a formerly scrapped piece of cardboard, one of the few leftovers from when I turned the emptied pizza boxes into an actual material, before grabbing the painting brush and dipping its hair into the thick ink of the formation-drawing set. 

Before long, I could sense my consciousness fading away as I started to cover the piece of cardboard with intricate markings, all the while arranging them in a mathematical-formula-like arrangement. A moment later, I whipped out my scissors and separated the painted part of the cardboard from the rest, before repeating the process. And then again. And again. 

This idea came from what little I learned about programming back in school. An idea to turn simple runes into actual expressions… functions of sorts. With those at hand… 

As I concentrated more and more, falling into the rabbit hole of creativity and active creation, my body started to give out signs of exhaustion. Yet, at the same time my forehead covered in sweat, sweat that soon started to fall all over the place, on the floor, on the phone, and, if not for my quick save, even on the function plates I'd already prepared, my consciousness started to fade away, pushing the task of creativity onto the unconscious part of my brain. 

More and more half-products came out, only for me to pile them up to the side. My phone flashed, likely my sweat messing up with its touch-screen. My consciousness reached the point where I was pretty much about to fall asleep…

Only for this last step never to happen. 

Just like when Claire sat down on my lap and sucked on my neck, I failed to fully lose my consciousness, ending up in a half-awake state of meditation, with my hands doing whatever they wanted all the while my mind was reduced to just a passive observer of the events. 

'At least I'm recording everything,' I thought, perfectly aware of just how little I could grasp of what my meditating brain was actually conjuring up only to then push my body to turn its ideas into a reality. 'This way, I will be able to go back and try to learn more of what I did than just grasping at the straws in the state I'm in right now!'


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