"Vörnea. There is no precedent for what you asked. But i opened the direction of this conversation".

"Not because of the topic that concerns me?".

{Her aura is a disgusting and annoying hodgepodge. I don't understand her a tiny bit. Is she angry?. Or grateful to be able to talk with someone who was also partially in the shadows regarding the truth hiding Norlan's life}

"Vörnea!. You keep being too broad!. What «Topic»?. The death of Norlan from Dhägna'Hür?. His questionable machinations?. No-Norlan taking control over the Preppers Fraternity?. The reason for it?. The Glints?. The other REALITIES?. Rüh'Angähd?. What are you talking about?!".

"…ex…". Faintly whisper's Vörnea, puzzling N'Ïrk.

"My Ex?. Gagk'Xannia?. Or Myrrha's?".

"SEX!. Is what i am being referring since the start!. What is so special about it?!. It's dirty, smelly and makes you so weak and vulnerable". She rants, pointing at Äzäleä.

"Just look at her. That Male Tarzön could have raped!, and she couldn't have done anything to defend herself!. Even if she somehow regain her consciousness. Why would anyone would want that?!".

"Because it feels amazing. Helps to bond. Shows new facets of everyone. Even to themselves. I have always been demanding, but acting with «Oppressiveness», has been much more enjoyable, and meaningful when my partners accept this side of me".

Vörnea has a doubtful grimace, trying to cope up, and overcome her hesitation. So N'Ïrk intervenes, providing a slight push forward by stepping closer, standing in front of the Maiden.

"Or you think that Äzäleä was faking her moans of pleasurem, and her breathless passionate words?, Just as false as her tender last peck?… , She might had been tampered by the «Violence Vengeance Virus», but she was beyond ecstatic about our intimate encounter. If you don't believe my words. Why not follow No-Norlan's advice?".

"I…".

"Be at ease. We can start with foreplay, or less than that Vörnea, just to get you accustomed to the sensations of physical contact".

"Are you going to respect my boundaries?".

"All of them Vörnea. But you can take it like a lesson. You don't start for the more challenging aspects, if not for the more relatable and absorbable insights".

"You sound like a seasoned Playboy, wanting to deceive and then hoax a damsel, «Horn Dog»".

"«Wolf» please. I hunt my own food, or used to do that. Dogs wait for their meal, and if they are too loyal or stupid, they prefer to starve themselves and die, rather than accept the help offered by others… , Plus. I passed a few days hearing Barvro's talk. He is a Playboy, and got laid with eleven different waitresses, at least for what i can tell…".

"And you know because…?".

"That is a good question… , I just know… , It must be related to my Class «Kinkmancer»".

{Think about it. Now i am aware of who are Virgins. Like Coordinator Lycaonia and the Whining Wench (Nouy'Zulay). Or Chaste, like Yitz'Shiell, Sandro and Bverxkka}

Vörnea blinks fastly. Astonished about the revelation. Telling to someone your own Class, it is not a taboo, but it denotes a close familiarity that it is not relatable to the almost none existent relationship between the two youngsters.

"What is the purpose?. Entangle with others?". Questions Vörnea, giving to N'Ïrk a different point of view about his Class.

"That… , That is actually a good way to put it, when the Entanglement is strong enough. I can unlock Hidden Perks".

"Those are tricky to obtain".

"I know. That is what i came to the Library, to learn more about Perks".

"But you ended up entangled with…". Vörnea deviates her eyes to Äzäleä, and N'Ïrk snorts.

"Indeed. That was not on my plan though. Nor checking and taking notes with you".

The young man steps forward, and Vörnea moves back. The motion appears to be choreographed since both are synchronized.

The way N'Ïrk advances, making Vörnea retreat, is intimidating. But regardless of her inexperience, she understands that it is not just the bearing and presence of N'Ïrk. If not the hunger that she incites on him.

Vörnea lifts her hand, signaling N'Ïrk to stop, accidentally scrapping the man's pectorals with her fingers.

‡{Wow!. His torso is so firm and hard. It can't compare with my unnecessarily voluminous, lurid, and soft breasts}‡

She lowers her sight, is obvious that she finds annoying the size of her bosom, along the way it attracts unwanted attention.

She retracts her hand, slowly and hesitantly, giving another light pressing touch to the man's chest, slightly ashamed, and sitting on the spacious armchair behind her.

"Sorry N'Ïrk. I panicked. I don't want you to climb over me".

"There is no need to apologize Vörnea. Do what you feel is correct, and communicate me «Adequately» anything that is bothering you. As an example. Do you prefer to be on top of me?".

The idea flickers a flashback memory of the previous lecherousness committed between Äzäleä and the young man, embarrassing Vörnea.

"Not today". She says, hugging the right side of the armchair while hinting the left empty spot with a glance that borders actual suggestiveness.

N'Ïrk sits down, not too close to suffocate or constrain the Maiden's personal space, but not too far to be distant or cold neither.

"What can we do now?". She inquires slightly tense.

"it depends". N'Ïrk extends his right hand, bringing it closer to Vörnea, without trying to grab her, a simple gesture of chivalry and politeness. Letting the Damsel to become familiar with him.

She tentatively feels the hand, without grabbing it, only rubs that are lethargic and short.

It is obvious that Vörnea feels aversion towards men, not just towards sexuality.

Comprehensible after understanding what she almost went through.

"Now what N'Ïrk?".

"Well. We were talking about the Male Tarzön…".

"And you brought Norlan's subject into the table".

"For a good reason Vörnea. He is from a another world and a distinct REALITY. Maybe there, exist Tarzöns who are only Men. Or both, like it happens with most Species".

"That will be problematic. We are not even aware of the entirety of Dhägna'Hür". She points out, her gesture wide and relaxed, not noticing she rested her left hand on N'Ïrk's right thigh.

"True. But that doesn't mean we can't learn from them"…

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