Brimful Depravation
Chapter 225: Variations?. (Part 2)

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Variations?. (Part 2)

Ready to be attended, Khallyon doesn’t lose a single second, putting his right palm over the cristal square on the mahogany wood counter, seeing a piece of indigo blue laminated metal being engraved with the recognizable graphite grey of Åyûrïc Energy.

The staff member quickly writes in a book the information appearing in the Credential, saying with enthusiasm "Congratulations, we have no record of your Work, but I can tell you that I suspect it is not suitable for combat".

Khallyon ignores the comment, grabbing his new Credential with his left hand, and moving away as he sees the newly acquired Åyûrïc Fake Tattoos in the intern part of his right and left forearms, corroborating the data in them.

‡ KHALLYON CRAVEMENEER ‡

Level 6

Work: Nourishneer

Singularity Category 7

Access Grade 3

‡ Freshman of Class O-1 ‡

{Category 7 Singularity?, That is a bit strange... , Wait, "Class O"!, Should not be Class C?...}

The obvious differences almost don’t bother the Young Man, who seeks answers in his Fake Tattoos.

‡ KHALLYON CRAVEMENEER ‡

Level 31 ( 6 + 1 + 25 )

Proficiency 1,190,300 / 1,400,000

Rank 3

Renown 3,527 / 4,000

Title: IGNUS DEFILER [+]

Species: Anthropoid Quality 6 [+]

Evolution 89.8%

Work: Lecherous Nourishneer [+]

Singularity Category 7 [+]

Traits [+]

Repercussion [+]

‡ PERENNENCE [ 207 ] ‡

{What the heck?!, My Perennence is incredibly high!, and I conserve a few of my Levels, probably because of the Title, Wait!, If I have this, Yi’Onnaisse should have her’s too, which could explain why the Continuum was so pissed off with me, I move Five Anchors in a short span of time, which must be detrimental for "Him", "It", "That", "Them?"...}

During his walk towards the principal entrance of the building; Khallyon reaches the vestibule, a really crowded place; Which is why he advances to the attendant sent by the Butler of the Rwöllmör Family.

The Man is surprised by how fast and unfazed Khallyon is, taking his backpack and suitcase from the servant’s hands, while ordering with threatening tone "Give me the letter".

Khallyon’s command is executed by the Man, giving an envelope to the Rogue Cadet, who almost gets homicidal after observing the letter, as it is not the usual invitation of his caring Aunt Solange, but the communicated, that the Gilf left when her sister took her away during the Initial Timeline Iteration.

Not wasting time, Khallyon opens the envelope, immediately seeing a solid Card and an embroided paper sheet, the cursive writing characteristic of his Aunt Solange is unmistakable for him, accepting the Credits in the Shard, and reading the content right away.

My ONLY MALE NEPHEW, By the moment you are reading this, I am sure you already are aware about the Personal Table I bought under your Name.

What you may not know about, it is the Roof Penthouse, the Central Lounge in the Cafeteria’s Third Floor, and a Place that looks empty, but it is not like that.

The Luir Storage is what I want you to use for your affairs, it contains everything an imaginative Young Man like you could ever need or wish to be satisfied.

Please, don’t get mad at this Old Damsel and make good use of everything I can offer, which includes the Credit Shard attached to the envelope.

I have to assist my Sister with a couple of business that need both of our attention.

We are traveling to a place you can’t reach us, but you will do so in the next Exodus, I made sure if that.

Take care of that annoying woman, I would love to see her well trained by the moment we can finally have the occasion to discuss your Birthday Gift, until the date arrives, have fun and Enjoy your Academy Life without forgetting your Studies and Practices, I want you to be better than your Parents.

Always Your’s, Solange Cravemeneer.

{Cravemeneer?!, How is it that my Aunt Solange remembers that?... , Oh?, Oh?!, Oh!, I understand, the Crusade, I fulfill it with her and Yi’Onnaisse, on top of that, the Anchors must have their own ranks, even if they look the same to me...}

Khallyon grabs his belongings and leaves the Vestibule, walking away towards a hallway and calling out loud "Doyann?, Can you hear me?, If you do, come, I need you?".

From Khallyon’s shadow emerges the Doppelganger, who looks as calm and enthusiastic as ever "What do you need Khallyon?!".

"Take me to Yi’Onnaisse, and then to Darcia, I need to have a talk with them".

Doyann nods and embraces the Rogue Cadet’s arm, sinking into the Dark Realm for a few minutes and popping out behind the Giantess in the middle of the Training Area.

Yi’Onnaisse is unfazed by the intrusive approach; However, she is completely caught out of guard by the sudden jump made by the Young Man, reaching the Gorgeous Giantess’s face, kissing the Tribal Damsel with savage passion, intertwining his long soft tongue with Yi’Onnaisse’s.

The corkscrew like integration is intoxicating and numbing for the inexperienced Lady, as the immense pleasure coming from the contact is indescribable for her.

This is especially true due to the static electricity massaging further the spasming muscles of Khallyon and Yi’Onnaisse, whom observe the other with increasing lust and an almost uncontrollable desire.

* "Initial Kiss": +75 Proficiency *

* "First Kiss": +175 Proficiency *

* Achievement Authentic Compatibility *

* +50,000 Proficiency *

* +150 Renown *

* +3 Levels *

§ ∆ # — Anchor — # ∆ §

An immaterial grey graphite Shard appears between the Cadets, splitting into two Shards and floating to the left hand of each Youngster.

After the kiss, Khallyon holds Yi’Onnaisse’s hand while watching Doyann; The Doppelganger understands the silent message, entering in the Dark Realm once more, as the three advance towards Darcia’s location.

"My most sincere apologies Khallyon"; Say the Gorgeous Giantess with actual grief and disbelief in her usually unaltered intonation "I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you right away, I, I am truly ashamed of myself, My Owner, Punish me as much as you want, or until I am worthy of being once again by your side".

The Young Man smiles and lifts his hand as high as he can, but can’t reach Yi’Onnaisse’s head, so the Tribal Damsel leans downwards, receiving a caring patting with a soft ruffling on her metalized dark hair "You don’t have to be sorry Yi’Onnaisse, that is the deal with Time, but we can work together to prevent this to occur again, and the first step is to have a serious chat with Darcia"...