God Of Crafting

And what was this rather intense look in her eyes as she cradled my head between her hands, keeping my face at just the right angle for her to kiss me?

Yet, as the two of us breathed into each other faces... the crazed look on the girl\'s face slowly started to fade away, faltering just a tiny little bit with every shake of her chest indicating a single instance of her breath.

"Haaa...." Claire exhaled heavily, only for her hands to slide off my cheeks and then down to my shoulders. Next, her head collapsed down, falling forward only to then rest against my forehead as her labored breathing continued.

And then, when she finally appeared to have regained her senses...

"How..." she whispered, her lips just an inch away from mine.

Then, with her forehead still resting against mine, she looked up, as if searching for connection to my own eyes.

"How?" she asked again while straightening her face just the tiny bit necessary for her moving lips to now brush against mine as she spoke. "Is it your Qi?"

I merely managed to raise my eyebrows when Claire went in for the kill and pressed her lips against mine.

This wasn\'t but a normal kiss, however. Her hands wrapped around my neck while her knees moved even further apart only to then move ahead and lock behind my back.

Before I could even utter a single word of protest or joy, she was already sloppily making out with me, the very presence of her being slowly infusing into my own flesh just the same way I inserted my consciousness in hers.

Then, as she started to steal some slight whiskers of energy only to hurriedly absorb them back into her own flesh where she could properly inspect those...

Claire\'s mind suddenly went astray when I could no longer hold my expected response back and ended up poking her crotch that she so eagerly pressed against mine, with my growing erection.

"Hah..." Claire uttered a small moan as she suddenly tightened her hold over me even harder.

Next, her hips started to move up and down, as if she wanted to rub her chest against mine... or to rub the center point of her sweats against the deformed part of my undies.

And then, just like she did before, Claire stopped.

"This spiritual energy of yours..." she whispered as she leaned her head away just far enough to speak comfortably, "how is it so pure?"

\'Excuse me?\'

I raised my eyebrows, not exactly sure what exactly was I supposed to say.

And so, opting to rather not risk infusing my mouth with this strange power of mine, I simply smiled.

"This smile of yours, why is it so adorable? Why is your chest so grabbable? Why are your legs so long and sexy or why is your character just the perfect balance of serious, teasy, and playful?"

Instead of letting Claire pose her questions, I swarmed her with an array of questions of my own, all more and more etched with an intimate vibe than the previous one.

My hands didn\'t remain rooted in place either, moving first to Claire\'s waist only to slide down her onesie all the way to where the soft, fluffy fabric kept her ass hidden from direct view.

And as I grabbed at it... I just couldn\'t get enough of how the softness of the fluffy fabric mixed with the just perfect firmness of Claire\'s lower cheeks, soft enough for my fingers to sink into it while firm enough never to let me forget just what I was grabbing at.

Again.

\'How the hell did we get here?\'

I wasn\'t sure whether to laugh or cry. Because all things considered, I wasn\'t really all that interested in refusing Claire\'s advances, even if I only got some partial clue as to what might be behind it.

In all honesty, the glint of curiosity reaching the level of awe, besides tickling my ego, was also quite the giveaway here.

And with Claire all over my nearly naked self, there was a limit to how long I could care about less critically important matters at hand like… well, her breakthrough that left her with enough momentum to challenge another one straight away!

"Haaa…" Claire exhaled before slowly leaning back, her hands weekly hanging down from my shoulders, making it seem as if she was too exhausted to keep them properly up.

But when I looked ahead and into her upturned, clouded eyes…

\'Fuck…\'

I gritted my teeth before reaching out and locking Claire\'s face between my hands. Then, I leaned in for the fat, juicy kiss. A kiss that could be nothing else but an open invite for some sloppy session of making out like some stupid teenagers.

Yet, right as Claire\'s hands started to slip into my undies and grasp the growing treasure there, I pulled away, putting the girl back at arm\'s length.

"Let\'s not forget about our plan for the day," I suggested, knowingly pushing Claire\'s advances… aside?!

"Huh?"

With her expression already all mushy, just like the sense of dampness I could feel rubbing against my stretched-out boxers, Claire… just froze.

"You know," I smiled, savoring every last moment of this sudden sense of rejection that dawned upon the girl as she realized what I was talking about, "reward after the lesson, wasn\'t it?" I argued while looking at her shocked face while all smiles myself.

"B-but…"

Today, Claire was somewhat… more expressive than usual? Or maybe… she was less guarded?

"We already reached what, sixth stage?" I called back as if to encourage the girl to go for just one last stretch of the lesson.

"Ugh…" Claire grimaced, devastated by the news… but already thinking over the issue in a simplistic yet desperate desire to go right back to what mattered.

"The seventh stage is all about properly expanding the core\'s influence, building up upon all the previous steps. Then, the eight stage is about condensing the core again, to blossom it into a realm. And then, the last two steps, are all about doubling and then tripling that private, spiritual dimension."

Claire gulped down and gave me a look of expectation…

Only to then bite down with frustration on her lips as her eyes scattered around, indicating great turmoil in her mind.

"Then…"

She cleared her thought before raising her chin a bit and once again scored a critical strike with the look she gave me with her upturned, brown, innocent, and outright lustful stare.

"Then and only then can one try to overcome their mortality, when their spiritual realm grows as profound as the reality, allowing them free access to the dimension exclusive to those of the practitioner rank." Claire recited, all the while keeping a pleading look on her face. "That\'s what my father wants, by the way, but…"

Claire licked down her lips before swallowing her saliva again, only to then slightly pry her mouth open as her eyes slowly moved down my well-honed chest, stomach, and then all the way to where my erection now pressed down against her stomach in its full might despite the restraint of my undies.

"But now… Can we…?"