Infinite Mana In The Oasis Chapter 29
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Chapter 29: 29 What it Feels Like to Feel P1
Vik could only laugh at Eren’s inhibitions after experiencing a literal death. He thought that Eren should have given Reece a chance. His acting aloof while feeling inferior had made her suffer more.
Vik’s mindset had also changed a bit after experiencing death. He now believed people should chase after their dreams without caring about self-assumed inhibitions. Because most of the time, they are only in one’s mind.
‘I’d rather accept her than turn away from her. This kind of unconditional affection is difficult to find no matter how it originated in the first place.
If I’m not suitable for her just because I’m lagging, I’ll just catch up with her and overcome her progress.’
Vik decided what he needed to do and chuckled while looking at the ceiling of his room. He could see that there were yooperlite stones attached to the ceiling that would absorb the surrounding mana and produce a faint light.
These yooperlite stones were prevented from producing light due to an intricate circular pattern that also exuded a very faint luminescence. Vik understood it to be an array from Eren’s memories. This was why his room was dark despite there being a light arrangement set in his room that ran on mana.
Elysian cities were known for their fusion of mana-based systems with technological wonders. Technology had reached new heights after they started using mana as their main component.
Something that Vik was not used to seeing while staying in Wastelands. He wouldn’t approve of it. But he could now understand why citizens of Elysian cities were used to looking down on Borgys that they had only heard of.
“Eren… aaaah… you…”
Vik’s wild thoughts that were hopping from one topic of interest to another like a monkey on speed were put to rest when he heard Reece’s voice. He looked down and realized that his kneading had a partially unintentional effect on the young girl.
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She was looking at him with pent-up desires in her eyes.
Vik smirked when he looked at Reece. He channels his mana and manifests lightning tongues at the tip of his fingers once again before using them to knead her buns while looking in her eyes boldly.
Reece was jolted from her half-curling-up position. In the next moment, she was looking into his green eyes with her rosy cheeks indicating that she was turned on a bit. As she climbed over Vik, her groin was pressing against his Little Guy, who had woken from his slumber.
Subtle sexual energy was summoned into the room that was slowly turning bright because of the morning sun. Vik was no virgin. He had already hooked up with a bunch of Mamacitas that his brother had set him on dates with.
So he handled this energy with ease. Death teaches you many things. One of those is the acceptance of sex as part and parcel of life. However, one need not necessarily have to die to accept this truth of life. They just had to be open to these feelings that were as natural as breathing.
Vik was never shy. But he wasn’t involved with them the way Tory was. He couldn’t.
He just couldn’t connect with the girls he had dated. The most he could do was enjoy their company a bit. But those feelings of comfort ceased to grow beyond that realm.
Eren was not like Vik when it came to this. The guy was serious when it came to dealing with matters of the heart. He cared about Reece when he wasn’t trying to be with her. And he cared about her more when he started to develop feelings for her.
So when Vik received Eren’s memories, he also processed his feelings. Those feelings echoed in his heart. He found himself sharing moments of proximity that could only be shared with two people who were involved with each other on a deeper level. One could say that Vik was using Eren’s blueprints to reciprocate with Reece.
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“What… what were you doing?”
Reece asked while looking into Vik’s eyes. Somehow the brave girl had found it in her to face his unabashed gaze– looking at him with the same intensity as he was.
Vik was impressed. From Eren’s memories, Vik had found out that Reece was never bold with him like this. It only showed him how little people knew about each other even while living under the same roof.
“Hm? I’m just doing what my heart wants to do, Reece. Let’s say that my story was about to end when I had a lot of regrets. So this time, with the brand-new story, comes the brand-new me. Who just wants to do what his heart desires to do.
Should I… stop?”
Reece furrowed her brows when she heard Vik’s weird speech. She was about to ask him to explain it to her. But her words couldn’t get out of her mouth when she felt that Vik’s fingers that were digging into her tush were now moving somewhere else. They were venturing into the valley between two peaks.
“Eren… I…”
Despite not knowing what she was going to say, Reece was about to speak. But soon she found out that Vik’s other hand had been placed at the back of her head. Her body language was sufficient to answer Vik’s question.
Vik brought Reece’s face closer to his. He could feel that Reece had gotten wet at this point. His fingers that were exploring her valley from behind her could feel the moistness through her clothes.
Warm breaths. Intimate eye contact. Body warmth.
Vik kept Reece waiting a bit after he brought his face closer to his. While exciting her with his right hand that was doing its own thing down there, Vik observed Reece’s reactions up close and saw them turning her on even more.
‘Is… is this the same Eren?’
Reece wondered as she felt her body getting warm. Her warm breaths pointed to the heat her body was generating at the time. And even she could tell that she had gotten drenched down there. She could also feel Vik’s Little Guy rubbing against her lady part.
When the sexual tension between the pair was at its peak, Vik kissed her passionately. Even though Vik was experienced, he felt that this was the first kiss he had shared with a girl with emotions of affection. He had to admit that this kiss was more enjoyable than what he had experienced as just being Vik.
‘So this is what life is all about. This is what it feels like to feel.’
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