<×> SHLÕVTHY <×>
Chapter 83 : True Arrival Part 5.
The Anthropoids approching belong to different Species, some of them are easily identifiable while others are completely new to me.
{The Chick of before mentioned that her "Classmates" would come, So what kind of place have we arrived at?, A type of School?}
The leading figure of the Group is a beefy green skin male that has short white hair and a height that almost reach the 6 Vul (3 meters).
—Welcome to "The New Existence", I comprehend that you are confused or even frightened about the "Transition", That is why we are here, To provide a minimum of orientation, And at the same time, We invite you to be part of our Vocational College in preparation to enter the best educational institution of the entire REALITY, "Öfthênjör Åcademy"…
My fury spikes at hearing that name, but my vast expirience and control over my body allows me to fake interest and friendliness at the incoming information.
{In our previous Existence, Bverxkka and Myself where present when Students from Öfthênjör Åcademy, took Students from Barloen College and from the Biotechnological Institute of Varannassi into an ambush, being surrounded by Wölfznsatch and Avizjiel with a "Quality" of "30" and above, Shooting at us "Pure Offensive Energy", "Plasmas" and who cares what more, The Ammunitions of "Grade 6" [Ballistic], went from "Tier 4", "Tier 5", and even "Tier 6", they managed to pierce Bverxkka's [Barrier Shield] and kill several of our future "Classmates"… , *Sigh*, "For the record", ETERNAL ENTITIES like the "Empiric Astral Entities", Can't employ Ammunitions of a "Tier" that surpass "5", unless they Bless a Species, and at least 75% of the current population becomes capable of utilizing such Ammunitions, a deed that i haven't hear any Species has been able to Accomplish}
»—But first, A gesture from our part…
The Male makes a sign waving his right hand and one of the other guys closes the distance and approach us, placing on the grass in front of us a pair of rectangular templates of a green color that is familiar to me.
{Could it be a primitive Endodermis Suit?}
Being aware of what these objects probably are, I take a step forward, the greenish templates adhere to the soles of my feet and generate a tight Bio-Organic suit that covers my body up to the base of my neck.
Taking control over the design of this garment, I prevent my hands from being covered, to keep feeling the soft skin of Häränn and Rodgers.
The design is crude and less advanced than I had estimated, at least there is nothing strange, whether hidden cameras, scanners with information transmitters or simple and reliable microphones to spy on other people's conversations.
{Well, We are safe and sound for now, *Sigh*, To bad that i can't see my companions naked for longer}
Regretting what i am going to do, i give them the go ahead so that they can do the same as me, stepping on the green templates, but unlike me, they don't know how to control the design, having the default appearance that covers their entire body except for the neck and head.
—Is a bit too tight…
Comment Häränn, as the Endodermis Suit remarks her gorgeous silhouette, which leaves nothing to the imagination, since this Suit acts as another skin.
{I take it back, It was a great idea to let them wear these clothes!}
—Now that you are more in a more presentable attire, I ask you to advance to the Waiting Field, And patiently, Remain there until the Introduction is carried out… , Of course, If any of you don't want that, Are free to go, No one is going to stop you.
Walking in the direction that was mentioned to us, It doesn't take more than a couple of minutes to get into the perimeter of this "Waiting Field".
Where is possible to see thousands and thousands of people, all of them chatting to pass the time, waiting for the "Introduction".
{Interesting, Many of those gathered here do not seem to be clueless about what is happening, On the contrary, They give the vibe of someone who is ready to fight}
*—Welcome all of you to the "Waiting Field Number Fifty Six, My name is unnecessary here, But i will be your Host for the meantime…*
The androgynous voice reverberates across de grass field, it comes from the ground, which shows how proficient must be controlling Kinetic Energy the Entity that is talking.
*»—Right now you are in "The Layer of Kinture", Where is irrelevant several factors, Like the "Location" from which any of you come from, Your "TITLES", And even your "Species"… , Here, What concerns us, And should be of your interest too, Is the Evolution progress in the long, mysterious and unknown path to "Absolution"…*
The voice makes a pause, and a light tremble shows several metal gantries emerging from the ground. Their design remind me of the old metal detectors in airports and Space Ports of my Homeworld, but they are clearly not built for this simple purpose.
*»—This Scanners are going to measure in general terms your capabilities and potential… , Those who can cross to the other side are eligible to try to enter in our Vocational College, and with it, being more prepared to attempt the Tests to be a Student in Öfthênjör Åcademy… , As most of you should know by now… , The entry period occurs once every Cycle Year, And Thousands of Trillions try to enter every occasion, but at most, a few tens of Millions are accepted… , To increase this odds, The Vocational Colleges were created, With the sole intention of maximize the possibilities of everyone assisting to the best Educational Institution…*
{I have my doubts, What kind of Institution labeled as "The Best", allows its Students to play with the life of others?, And without consequences for their crimes?!}
*»—The Next Test to enter in Öfthênjör Åcademy is in only Two Weeks and 9 Cycle Days… , For some is a lifetime, For others is less span than the blink of an eye, Failure is not an option, One Cycle Year for the next opportunity is a great amount of time in the unforgiven REALITY we inhabit… , So give your everything and if this dangerous challenge is not for you, Step aside and let the "Brave Ones" to Bloom…
{HAHAHA, What a nice way to say, "Get out of here weaklings!", HAHAHA}
—Is that all the "Introduction"?!, It was… , Not really that… , Useful.
—HAHAHA, Oh!, Häränn, Don't be so naive!, Seriously!, What did you expect?!, When the Green Dude literally said "Minimum Orientation"…
—More!, Obviously, This "Minimum", is not different than say the sky is green, the grass too…
—HAHAHA, At least they give us clothes, we could still be naked…
—You are not helping Shlõvthy!, As i infer a few seconds ago, "I can see that!"…
—HAHAHA!…
{HAHAHA, I don't know why this lacking explanation triggers her so much, But this uncaged Häränn is more attractive by each passing second}
—Stop laughing!…
—HAHAHA, Make me!…
She takes my words way too seriously, embracing me by putting her forearms around my neck, as she tilts her head slightly to my left, brushing tenderly her nose against my lips before giving a lewd lick over them.
Her wet and soft tongue is irresistible, just like the passionate kiss that unfolds in the following instant.
Häränn's peridot irises are glowing with more intensity, staring at me as if she were analyzing whether this sudden action of hers can be something more than a mare impulse instigated by her Disposition.
The dance of our tongues accelerates, a dull moan escapes from her throat as my hands hold her large, firm buttocks, mauling her with impunity for a couple of seconds.
The lust in her eyes is extremely obvious, and letting herself be carried away by the moment, Häränn leans her body towards mine.
Her soft big breasts making a massive contrast in comparison to her completely rigid nipples that are stabbing constantly my pecs over and over again.
This stimulation is more of what she can take, deciding to interrupt our kiss to cover her mouth with both hands and hide a moan that was going to be much more louder than the previous ones.
**Mhmm**
The defeat in her expression is so exciting, as her eyes regain that feral demeanor that is such a turn on.
»—Now, You know what to do if you don't want to hear my laugh Häränn.
My comment lacks sarcasm or mockery, I genuinely consider that "Not laughing" is acceptable if instead I receive such attention in an intimate gesture.
»—Come…
I say extending my hand to her, she has a light tremble before retracting her hand.
—No funny business, I promise Häränn, This is only to ensure your safety…
As proof of my words, I activate the Endodermis Suit to covers my hands, this makes Häränn agree to hold me as she asks.
—Is it always so intense… , Interact with someone who has the same Blessing?…