Chapter 40 : 'A bit Warpy'
Arms crossed under my bust and my brows furrowed while I am sitting on my memory-foam meditation mat early in the morning, I ponder the results of the scans of my body Skully just took.
Saying that my little hovering companion wasn't exactly thrilled when the sensors told him that I may have gone a little overboard was the understated understatement of them all.
But I digress, and I have results to analyze.
I am now, for a lack of a better explanation, 'a bit Warpy', if my servo-skull's readings are to be trusted, and it has yet to give me any reasons not to trust those.
My current hypothesis as to what happened exactly was that the only way to keep my brain both between my ears and in a not-cooked state was for my physical vessel to take some aspects of the Immaterium into itself so that my mind-soul could exceed the boundaries of my flesh without hurting me.
According to Skully, my readings were somehow similar to those of a possessed Psyker, albeit the mutation-free version-
-or, if you squint really hard, they came close to some records of certain VIPs of the original setting.
You know, of those there were only nineteen examples you could think of, and one of those got censored before the rest started happily fighting each other, which sort of makes sense.
Warp Demigods like the brothers are, after all, the results of shoving really big souls into handcrafted bodies by Big E. It isn't that far-fetched to think that the big brain of the setting -at least on humanity's side- took some inspiration from a known phenomenon to craft his twenty bodies.
Or, maybe Erda whispered it in his ear, who the fuck knows?
The point is, I read like a little bit of both of those cases, albeit with a difference of power-level which would make a Dragon Ball Super fan green with envy.
I sigh heavily as I let myself fall backward on my meditation mat, my mind running miles a minute.
Somehow, some way, I stumbled upon a bootleg way to become some sort of Proto-Primarch while attempting to overtune my physical parameters.
…Let's just hope that I won't demonstrate the same propensity to adapt to my environment past a certain rate of 'Warpization', because I shudder to think what DxD's influence on my body will do, but I'm willing to bet an arm that it'll, at a minimum, come with a sudden cup size increase.
There's also a few other things to consider, like possibly getting progressively more and more charismatic, because fuck that particular noise.
Give me the life of a background character every day of the week, like, seriously!
I obviously still had a fully human body otherwise, since unlike the Primarchs I hadn't been gene-engineered from start to finish, but it now was something like less than a percent 'more Warpy'.
The terminology is nonsensical, I know, but it's not like I'm not treading unknown ground here!
What it meant, though, was that it was just a tiny bit more 'stretchy' and able to endure the weight of my mind-soul now that it was beeffier.
In fact, the closest comparison to what I was doing was probably xianxia-like cultivation, with less drugs and Heavens, and more soul-fuckery and mind-over-matter bullshit.
As for my abilities?
It was, for now, too early to really pinpoint if they got impacted. I have the impression that my range got just a tiny little bigger, but I could have just as well dreamed it.
Granted, I base this theory on the fact that the increase is minor enough not to have thrown off my telekinesis -second thing I checked after the scans- which is possibly a blessing in disguise.
After all, better take it slow and remain able to use my powers without them making me go all-or-nothing all the damn time rather than end up suffering an acute case of Narutitis.
Hence why I am currently thinking, hard, about if I should aim for a similar, every day, increase, or just go as balls deep as I can-
-but my traitorous mind keeps telling me that I should alternate both.
Make a big jump one night, then work on my control until it's indistinguishable from before while making little increases day after day in the meantime.
This way, I could potentially have my cake and eat it too-
-and it'll allow me to either validate or invalidate my theorem that a bigger psychic potential impairs control or not.
Which means I should aim for a bigger jump next time, or at least once, and go from there afterward.
But it'd also mean that I'll have to find a way not to look in two directions at the same time, but three, because I now had to handle two tethers -one bound, the other not- while simultaneously healing/evolving/'Warpifying' myself.
…I suppose that I could always go for the safe option and accumulate little increases on top of little increases in the meantime until I finally find myself able to handle three 'spells' at the same time.
I had a way forward, the means to walk that particular path, but it wouldn't instantly make me a planet-buster.
Which is fine.
I still have the luxury of time, after all, beyond the fact that the usefulness of all of those preparations could become moot at the end of the year. In the meantime, well, I live in a territory overviewed by two high-class devils in case shit hits the fan.
Not like it was going to put a damper on my enthusiasm to possess a really big gun of my own, but it meant that I was relatively free from some potential annoyances as long as I lived here.
Between my totally-not-cultivation technique, Touki training with Toroko-san, and the kendo club, no one could say that I am not taking the situation as seriously as I can, especially since I'm due to start experimenting with 'unsanctioned' spells -i.e. all the ideas I could come up with that weren't in Skully's database- now that my telekinesis had reached a level I was satisfied with.
…I will also have to experiment with telepathy, but that's something that I can discreetly work on at school.
I am not looking forward to it, since I'm not a fan of the concept as a whole, my empathy already fitting the bill for how I used it, but I have dallied long enough.
I had hang ups about delving into people's psyche, so sue me!
I know it isn't totally rational or some shit, but, well, I'd fly off the handle if someone tried to pull this kind of shit on me, which makes me training to use it on other people sketchy at best.
My frown deepens, even as I correct my posture a little, my forearms coming to prop up my head as I stare into the concrete of the ceiling without really seeing it.
…Really, if it wasn't as important to the list of contingencies I had started to take mental notes of, I wouldn't even have bothered.
Alas, needs must, and so I was going to begrudgingly suck it up and work on my least favored Psyker discipline.
But for now-
"Alright, I could use a bite." I say aloud while leaving my spot on the meditation mat and rising up, "Cya later, Skully."
-time for breakfast, before making a little detour to the local dry cleaner's.
My bed sheets are, after all, sullied beyond belief.
"Note to self: cultivate in the bathtub until I'm certain that I will not make a mess of things." I mumble under my breath, distractedly waving goodbye to Skully as I exit the Basement.
"Did you miss me that much?" Sakura asks, good-humoredly.
I groan in assent, the two of us nestled on my couch, my face mushed against her belly and my head in her lap as I latch onto her like a -cute, I swear!- octopus.
She lets out one of those melodic chuckles of hers as one of her hands comes to gently comb my hair, and I melt a little, both the weariness and stress of having gone through Touki-bootcamp for a month straight plus a near-death experience the previous evening flaking away with each passes of her fingers.
"My, what a needy little kouhai." She jokes-
-but her statement makes me frown a little.
I angle myself just-so, albeit without leaving my comfy -the comfiest- spot, to throw a quizzical eyebrow her way.
"Because you didn't miss me too, huh?" I challenge.
As I lock eyes with her warm brown ones, she freezes a little, seemingly hesitating for a bit-
-before sighing softly, her hand resuming its motion.
"I, in fact, did miss you." The gorgeous brunette admits gingerly, her cheeks a little rosy.
"Thought so." I grumble, before nestling back in once more.
For a bit, silence falls between us as we just enjoy each other's company and I get lightly pampered.
"Say, Prima," Sakura asks, a hint of curiosity in her tone, one of her hands sliding inside my t-shirt by the hem of the collar and pulling slightly aside, "What's that?"
"Hmm?" I articulate intelligently, taking a few seconds to realize what she's on about, "Oh, that? I finally got to redraw my tattoos."
"Really, now?" She comments noncommittally, her neutral tone only betrayed by her Curiosity and Giddiness ringing in the Immaterium.
I chuckle, the sound muffled by her blouse and abs both, before angling myself once more, an impish look on my face.
"Wanna see?" I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
She playfully slaps me on the top of the head, huffing a disparaging noise.
"Get your head out of the gutter, daylight's still out there." My v hot senpai chides me, even if her own emotions betray her as a dash of purple-pink coils around her, "But, yes, I am curious, alright?"
I bark a laugh, before snaking myself out of her lap, stepping away from the couch, before turning my back to her, taking the hem of my t-shirt in my hands-
"What are you doing exactly?"
-only to pause to throw at her over my shoulder a raised eyebrow.
"Well, I kinda need to get undressed for you to see, yes?" I drawl humorously.
"...Point." She concedes, her brows furrowed, "But why make it look like a strip-tease, then?"
My lips curl up, even as I pull of my t-shirt in a fluid motion-
-earning a little shocked gasp, and almost feeling her burning gaze all over me, as my fingers slide inside the hem of my shorts-
-and I slowly, languorously hike them down, shaking my ass a little, firmly resolved to give my lover a show.
Alright, maybe she isn't in the mood right now, but I'm a bit pent up and horny after a month of grindset, so sue me!
As my shorts pool formlessly on the ground, I hug myself, turned a quarter of her way-
-and feeling immensely validated as I see Sakura's cheeks have somehow gotten bright red during the last few seconds.
I turn around to face her fully, a smile etched on my face, my breasts popping a little in my bra because of my arms.
"So, what do you think?" I ask, half-proud and half-nervous at the same time, because, while I liked them to bits and they were for me foremost, I wasn't so sure that she-
"Beautiful." Sakura breathes out, halting my spiraling thoughts.
Extremely pleased by her reaction, I step closer to her, her eyes trailing my every move, darting this way and that to take in my ink and body both-
-so much, in fact, that she barely reacts when I sit myself in her lap, my arms snaking around her neck.
"Like what you see?" I tease a little, pressing myself against her.
"Alright: how?" She blurts out, one of her hands gesturing at one of my shoulders, "How did you even manage that?"
"You saw my drawings, cutie." I chide her.
"Yeah, but I also saw the previous ones," She answers pointedly, which, fair, "And you even managed to do the backside, the hell?"
"Guess I'm just that good." I answer brattilly, leaning in.
Unbidden, a pair of hands land on my back, as my lover growls huskily, a purring sound which makes me feel funny things, her engine having apparently been kickstarted by yours truly.
"Braggart," She bites back, a frown of mock-affront on her face and her Lust now firmly at the forefront of her mind, "We'll see if you're still 'that good' when I'm done with you."
"Oh, so scared~." I answer, before capturing her lips.
Needless to say, we weren't really productive for the rest of the afternoon/night afterward.
[AN: Consequences of Prima's gamble get explored, and we reunite with Sakura after a month-long dry spell.
She even gets to see her tattoos before you, eh.
The description will come next chapter with Prima coming back to school and the first PE class of the second semester, so stay tuned!
Hope you enjoy, xoxo]