CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: PROGRESSIVE MORNING PART 2 - FIRST DAY OF THE SCHOLAR YEAR PART 1.

Gentle kisses caress the feeble ticklish neck of Niveilia, her muffled whimpers are cute and arousing, feeling the strong hands of N’Ïrk, tightly embracing her from behind, holding the belly but creeping up towards her mammaries.

He is cuddling with her, the shorter frame, height and natural plumpness, make of the Busty Lady a perfect little spoon, huggable and squishable.

Yet, she is trembling, terrified of not fulfilling her role as a Good Wife.

The title may be prankish or childish, even so, Niveilia doesn’t want to disappoint her partner, struggling if she should speak up or not.

The young man for his part, is still sleeping.

For the past days, N’Ïrk has focused on his training, interacting less with his Floormates, but slowly augmenting his numbers due to them. Though, this leaves him confused, not understanding how it works the Growth of his Class Kinkmancer.

Plus. The sudden increase in his Storage Capacity may seem meaningless or a bloated number, but it is not that simple.

N’Ïrk went from 100 to 515 Storage Capacity after reaching 20 years of age. Then. He double, quintuplet and went beyond said amount in a few days.

Now, he is around 4,700 Storage Capacity at this moment, which is like changing a bicycle for a sports car. It may look cool as an overall picture, allowing the lucky one to gloat a bit, like a peacock strutting it’s feathered tail, but driving the vehicles are two totally different topics.

Maybe both have seats to put your ass on, and pedals work to augment the speed, but the power of each transport is an unsurmountable difference.

This conceptual analogy applies to manipulate Empiric Energy, swapping the way Empiric Energy is seen and perceived by the users, and this is a constant each 250 of Storage Capacity.

The inconvenience didn’t alter N’Ïrk’s desire for having long nice sessions of sleep. Every night resting in Niveilia’s bed, and while he is quite touchy with the Busty Lady, not once he has advance, overstepped or pressured for more intimacy.

"H-Hubby. P-Please. Stop. I-I’m n-not ready, and scared".

Niveilia’s trembling voice awakens the young man, who grunts gutturally in his slumbered lethargicness.

The Busty Lady misinterprets her partner’s reaction, jerking and tensing her body, being close to crying, bursting tears from her starry violet eyes. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry".

She repeats with a soft sad tone. N’Ïrk shakes his head, forcing himself to be awake, realizing where his hands are located, at the base of Niveilia’s massive udders.

Slowly, he withdraws his hands, lowering them to be on top of the lady’s belly. "Wifey, you are precious to me. You did nothing wrong. Stop apologizing".

"Y-You are not mad at me H-Hubby?".

N’Ïrk encloses his hug and kiss the back of Niveilia’s head. "I am not. Remember what i told you. «You can’t disappoint me». And of course i want to go all the way with you. But i am not going to force you. Nor i want you to pressure yourself".

Tenderly, N’Ïrk rubs his forehead on Niveilia’s hair. Imitating a Lion who wants to comfort and assure its Lioness.

The picture struck the young man, he wasn’t called Lion by Gagk’Xannia, but to form a Pride, he needs several Lionesses. The idea is not of his liking. Needing to find a better term for the relationship he is forging with his Floormates.

"Anyway, it’s me who should apologize, Wifey. I was asleep, and having a wonderful dream i must admit".

"About what, Hubby?".

"Well. I was about to drink milk from some voluptuous breasts. But suddenly, someone start screaming, and i was pulled away from those red nipples before i could taste them".

"You are talking about Æ’Vérrya or Å’Vría?".

"No, Wifey. That’s the weird part. That woman hadn’t a skin like the Sisters, you or me, it was... , Like metal, and her eyes were pitch black, completely, or so i believe, it was blurry, and i couldn’t see her face properly, as if something was in my eyes, obstructing my sight".

"Perhaps you were crying, Hubby". Niveilia turns fast to glimpse N’Ïrk. She basically insult him by calling him a crybaby. But he doesn’t take it personally, on the contrary, that gave him a bright answer.

"That could be accurate, Wifey. I had tiny hands, so being a baby, would explain why i didn’t defend me. But. Why i would cry?".

"You mentioned black eyes, Hubby. Could it be your mother?".

"I... , Have no idea...". *Ahem!*. "We should start moving Wifey". N’Ïrk delivers a playful but firm smack to Niveilia’s buttocks, having a good squeeze before the Busty Lady could react. The intent is clear. «This belongs to me, i will wait until you are ready for more».

"We have a long day ahead, Wifey. Let’s start from getting out of the bed".

Niveilia nods submissively. The spank was over two layers of fabric, her camisole and panties, but the residual hit keeps burning her skin, like hot iron branding her. She can dissipate the sensation with her Restoration Ability, but she doesn’t, waiting for N’Ïrk to leave the room, so she slaps her rear again, embarrassing herself after the action.

"I like how it feels...". She murmurs, shivering with pleasure and hesitation, closing her eyelids and repeating the smack. "It’s not enough. I am not that strong...".

"I can help you any moment you want, Wifey".

N’Ïrk’s voice makes Niveilia yelp in shame, almost screaming and hyperventilating. But the young man is fast, reducing the distance with a «Warp», blinking to be in front of Niveilia, covering her mouth with his right hand, and hugging the damsel’s waist with his left arm.

*Shhh*. "Don’t make a fuss, it’s me, Wifey. I forgot my towel. Sorry for scaring you. I am going to take my hand out of your mouth now, and i want a nice good morning kiss. Understood, Wifey?".

Niveilia nods, making out with N’Ïrk in the instant the man lowered his hand. "From now on. I am going to smack you constantly, be a Good Wifey and moan for me when i do so".

"A-As you w-wish H-Hubby~". Her own docile compliance excites Niveilia, but the order itself is accentuated by a hard spank that leaves the Busty Lady with jelly knees.

"It’s better if you get accustomed fast, Wifey".

"I will H-Hubby~"...