"Ahhhh…..yes"
In the hidden room atop the university's main campus building, a white light that could not be seen through the curtained windows bathed the sweat-slicked bodies of two people, casting sharp shadows on the boxes of the partly filled room.
His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded her relentlessly in a rough rhythm that caused her ass to redden. Her moans spilt out, raw and unrestrained, each one gagging as they reverberated through the musty air of the unwindowed room.
"Oh, God, don't stop," she gasped, her voice trembling while her lips parted under the entry of his two fingers—middle and index— into her mouth.
Her two wrists, bound tightly behind her back with a silken, dark scarlet scarf, strained as he arched her forward. The two of his fingers that were pressed into her mouth, slick with her own taste, made her gag softly, her breath hitching in the moment while the walls of her mouth stretched.
'This is wrong, if we get caught,' she thought, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and pleasure. Teacher-student relationships were frowned upon, so having a session on a day like this…she was going to get sacked.
'But I still want to...' Her body betrayed her thoughts, arching closer, craving the heat of his skin against hers while her pussy tightened even more on the thoughts of getting caught.
Their discarded clothes, a tangled mess of her lace blouse, university uniform and his student uniform, lay abandoned in the corner atop a dusted box in a neat manner; the floor beneath, however, wasn't in a so-clean way.
Beneath them, the floor glistened with sweat, piss, and the musky scent of cum and grool while he turned and bent her on a box opposite the door they had been before.
Her curves shimmered under the harsh light, every sway of her hips a plea for more as he struggled to lift her.
He murmured something into her ear as his dick twisted in pussy, his voice low, sober and panting with heat. Her response was a choked moan followed by a sudden hitch. Her black raven hair that clung to her back was parted while he used his free arm to show her nape.
Her raven hair clung damply to her back, strands catching the light as she trembled. He bent closer, his breath ghosting over her ear, murmuring something low and indecipherable. The words themselves didn't matter—it was the tone, the weight of them—that made her shiver, made her forget where one thought ended and the next began.
His voice was low, and while he murmured, she began to giggle. He looked startled for a moment while she began laughing, and then he remembered that his voice was ticklish to her, more precisely to her ear or rather, she was ticklish in the ear.
He stopped what he was saying, for clearly she wasn't interested in it and bent to nibble on her ear to make her regain the sensual feeling of before.
An hour and a half passed before the sirens of the campus wailed. Both were exhausted, their secret rendezvous stretching from eight o'clock until noon. Now the clock was pressing, and they needed to get ready.
She raised a finger, and a flare of red and white light filled the room, burning away every shadow, leaving no place that couldn't be reached. When it faded, the mess of it all, including the sweat, the scent, the evidence, was gone. The room looked untouched, as if nothing had happened; all the juices and filth were cleaned up to the way the room was before their rendezvous.
"Get ready. We have less than an hour before the ceremony." Her voice was calm again, her expression back to its default stoic mask. She slid on a pair of black boxers while he watched her with a lingering, lustful gaze.
"You know what to do, right?" she asked, tugging on her blouse.
"Yes, yes… wait a few minutes before coming down, to avoid suspicion."
"We've done this before. Don't worry." She fastened her sleeves with precision, trousers and boots following in quick order. He, on the other hand, grumbled and waved her off lazily, his face turned aside with a pout.
The earlier light had done more than clean away filth; it had straightened their clothes, removed wrinkles, and masked scents, undoing hours of preparation in a single breath of light, including the perfumes and iron-creases done for the ceremony.
As she started buttoning up, he slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. For a heartbeat, he almost leaned in for a kiss. But he had promised her restraint, and the promise held. She only ruffled his hair with a faint smile before stepping free of his grasp.
Taller than him by a few inches, she adjusted her leather overcoat and strode out of the room, leaving no trace behind, no sign that anything had ever happened.
"Hahhhhh", exhaling with a loud breath, Neu looked up, raising his five digits wide against the bright light bulb, the only one in the room, completely naked with nothing but his own boxers.
He stared at his slightly tanned skin while his grey lay messily on the floor. His auburn-orange eyes reflected the light, and with nothing in mind, his last memories came flooding back.
[What lies beneath the solar system?
What lies beneath the universe?
What lies beneath the gravity that holds up the base of our existence?"
They were once the innocent questions of children to their teachers.
Now, we know the answer.
It is the Abyss.]
[Abyss, Outer Sector 13]
The sky was fractured, bleeding with hues of green, blue, and violet. From the cracks above, vast circles like the unblinking eyes of an entity or beast stared down, watching through its slits as it observed every single movement beneath.
Below, the land writhed with monsters: giant centipedes, bat-winged terrors, creatures made of carbon, creatures made of silicon and countless nameless beasts. They swarmed in spirals, a vortex of living abomination orbiting a single point.
There, at that point, was a mountain and at its base stood the largest of them all, a six-by-six-eyed abomination, its form warped beyond normality, its limbs grotesque, its shadow spilling across entire valleys.
Its head was made of three fused maws of individual centipedes and writhed as they circled one another. The creature's body was an amalgamation of countless legs and bodies of beasts and humans, and it clung to the mountain's cliffs, anchoring its mass, coiling around the mountain.
At its foremost, where the three heads merged into one vast trunk, a bulging crown of flesh rose that opened its mouth. Six eyes, three pairs stacked upon each other, looked at him as its several other false eyes roamed its body, watching its perimeter.
Its hide was a patchwork of scales from other beasts to humans and metals; if one stared long enough, they could glimpse the faint impressions of the creatures it had devoured, eyes, jaws, and claws pressed into its armour with inhumane positions and expressions.
The monster's body, apart from that which coiled around the mountain, dwarfed even the height of Mount Everest, wrapping it four times over before its bulk reared up into the sky. In its stance, its fanged mouth parted, venom dripping as it poised to strike with an open mouth filled with thick, needle-like teeth.
Before it, smaller, impossibly small, stood a lone figure. His black hair fell forward, veiling his face from brow to nose. One hand rested behind his back, as if unconcerned.
He wore obsidian-scaled armour, neck to toe, swallowing all light that fell on him. A grim smile curved his lips as a voice blared in his ears.
[High Commander, please leave there]
[That an abyssal Fetus, please just run]
The voice shouting, yelling and urging him to run, for him to flee while he had the chance; a chance from being surrounded by the creatures.
[No, sir, run!] the voice crackled through his headphones, sharp with panic as drones buzzed overhead
He gripped a gleaming obsidian sword, humming with ultrasonic vibrations to shatter the Abyssal Fetus's iron-hard carapace, where lesser blades would fail. He braced to strike.
[Fuck!!!] the voice over the headphones shouted as it observed what the commander was proceeding to do over through the lens of the several drones overhead.
[Of all times, sir…Please run, you can't win] he yelled again, sharp with panic, trying to stop him, trying to discourage him if he could.
[Please, sir, flee!] it pleaded.
Ignoring the voice roaring in his ear, the man leaned back, assuming a stance poised for battle. His body formed a sharp triangle on the ground—spine upright, sword extended at the long edge, feet braced wide at the base. Shifting into an obtuse angle, he leaned back, thrusting his blade forward. His armour began to hum, vibrating in sync with his sword, the oscillations intensifying until both blurred from sight. He lunged forward…
- – -
Have you ever woken up from a nightmare only to find yourself in another? Tsianue recently did.
"Tsianue! Tsianue!! Tsianue!!!" A stern voice rang in his ears like a thunderclap.
"Ah—!"
'Huh… what's going on?!' He jolted upright, dazed. His mind still reeled with the echo as confusion was plastered across his face.
He looked up, bewildered from having just woken up. His vision cleared to reveal an amphitheatre-style classroom, rows of students staring. A teacher, no older than twenty, stood at the podium, nudging her glasses and scowling.
"What?" rubbing his puffy temples and yawning a bit, Tsianue looked straight at her, with a mutual nonchalant gaze.
"You're asking 'what'?" she bit out, her voice hard.
"You were asleep for half the period. Eight days until the college entrance exam, Tsianue. Eight. And you're just… napping?" She tapped her tablet's screen with a sharp, pointed finger. Her words cut, a visible vein pulsing on her forehead as she clutched the tablet.
Tsianue just stared back, his eyes half-lidded. He didn't say anything, which only seemed to make her angrier.
"I asked you a question," she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous low. "Are you not even going to try?"
A student on Tsianue's left, a guy with dark blonde hair, leaned forward and spoke loudly enough for the row to hear. "Hey, dumbass, you gonna answer, or did you sleep through your brain cells too?" A few low chuckles followed.
"Shut up," the teacher snapped without looking away from Tsianue. Her glare sharpened, silencing the blonde-haired boy and sweeping over the rest of the class. The whispers and snickers died instantly. She turned her attention back to Tsianue, her anger now fully locked on him.
"This is not a joke, and it is not a performance," she continued, Tsianue, her voice tight, low and barely restrained.
As she spoke those words, everything passed through Tsianue's left ear and came out of the other. His face betrayed no emotion. On the outside, he looked to be paying attention or some kind of acknowledgement, but on the inside, he couldn't be bothered less.
'How the hell did this happen? Why am I back at the Academy?! Did I reincarnate?'
'How? I remember killing that fetus. And…ehmmm'
The memory began rushing, the last few moments he could remember, the giant centipede, the countless abyssal creatures and then… as the last of the images began to clear up, dizziness struck, nearly toppling him from his back-row seat.
His gaze, which had been fixed blankly on the teacher's face, suddenly registered her features.
'Mmm…This lady has a nice bod. Long hair, pretty face… she'd look better without those glasses.'
Tsianue, ignoring all the voices and whispers around him, let his eyes drift back to gaze at the person calling him and, facing her, he scanned her entirety.
He studied her openly now, and he liked what he saw: her sleek black hair, her striking violet gaze, and staring at her body, he liked the figure even more. His attention slid lower: the professor's uniform outlined her moderately full chest, her waistline line and the perky curve of her ass under the school-mandatory professor wear.
The wear she wore itself was fit with black pants and black full-length sleeves, and it almost resembled a military uniform with its base pads and belt. Bending his head to the side slightly in a way he wouldn't be noticed, he saw the extra leather overcoat to the side as he ranged her ass.
"Teacher, don't bother with him. Let him just sleep, it wouldn't change anything if he were awake," a boy in the front row mocked while he turned to look at Tsianue.
"That's right," another voice chimed from the middle. "There's no need to bother, he hasn't even been paying attention since the semester started, there's no way he will pass next week's exams."
She sighed; disappointment clouded her face. "How disappointing, your mother really wished you would pay attention," the teacher spoke gently, dropping her tablet at the podium and packing her things as the end-of-class siren went off.
"Class dismissed. Tsianue—wait and stay behind," she said, watching as the other students filed out.
His fingers dug into his temples, trying to soothe the storm inside. What the hell was going on?
His name was Tsianue, Tsianue Logrid. His father was a Sergeant, compared to his mother, who was a division general in the military. He had three siblings: a brother and two sisters, but unfortunately, his brother had died during an expedition of the empire's expansion some decades before his birth.
His body memories began flowing in one by mixing with his already fractured memory. From his family to where he was and this world:
For about 10000 years, the world Agageo - the planet's name- fell from space into the abyss alongside other planets and civilisations.
This phenomenon was nicknamed the fall, and soon after, the catastrophe occurred. Based on the memories that were recalled, historians believe the catastrophe was the start of the Dark Ages and the resentment of civilisation in the abyss.
In the abyss, several monsters were discovered alongside other human races and civilisations, and these monsters threaten the existence of humans and beings of the Dark Ages. To fight back, civilisation developed several methods of fighting them, known as the Beast Syndicate Program.