He's a Bastard - 5. Chapter 05- Hypoallergenic Pillows

As the days went by, I quickly began to realize that Revelin Eferize was not a Jack-of-all-Trades like other Wanderers were. No. He was a polymath. One shouldn't be able to truly master more than three skills at best, but this man had mastered several. I understood why he was praised and admired. In his field of work, he was astounding. However, his personality tilted the scale back to natural imperfection. The ones that suffered his personality the most were his understudies. Just what had I gotten myself into?

"Vocational testing narrows down where you would be needed the most," My mentor pointed out. "Those with the ability to summon up massive amounts of Vim, such as ourselves, are meant to share that gift and give aid to as many people as possible. That's how I've always seen it."

"And no task is too small?"

"Never."

"Alright. But, let's say that while you are busy helping that old lady cross the street," I prompted, "A bomb goes off in the middle of a city?"

"And that is exactly the reason why Wanderers never work alone," Revelin concluded. "And no task is ever too small."

"You are so full of shit right now," I grumbled. The two of us were busily using our Vim to stuff countless pillows for an understaffed shop.

"Think of the big picture here. Somewhere in the hospital of this town, some kids are allergic to down. Where else are they going to rest their little heads at night if we don't help this shop with its hypoallergenic pillows?"

"How much are we supposedly getting paid for this?" I questioned.

"Enough to feed us both for a month, so let's finish what we've started."

I snorted at the blatant lie. Eferize was rather big on volunteering and donating to those in need. If we were getting paid anything for our work in the shop, it would be donated to the children at the hospital as well. I didn't mind it most of the time. Our Wandering funds were plenty for us to survive off of. But I wish he were more upfront with his methods of madness.

My mentor tried to show me a few different dimensions every day on top of the dimensions that we were commissioned under at the time. In each dimension, we had various tasks to accomplish. Some were official, many were unofficial. But, at the end of the day, even I couldn't deny that we had helped a lot of people. I would return to the mansion a bit worse for wear but feeling accomplished inside. There was also a strange sense of freedom to not be chained to any particular dimension, including our own.

What I did not approve of was how Revelin would bring strangers through the Arch-Passage every night to his bed. One particular night was rather frustrating for me. He had taken only a male youth to his chambers instead of a group. And he wasn't kidding about the soundproof spell activating only when the noises got too loud. It meant that, so long as my door was shut, I wouldn't hear any of the sounds drifting down the hall. But it also meant that if I had to use the restroom across from my room…

Needless to say, on that particular night, I ended up using the lavatory right when my mentor had worked the youth up to a frenzy. That was when I made the first big mistake. The noises were soft and distant. I made no excuses for myself when I chose to leave my door open. Soon, the only sounds I heard were the ones that fell from my mentor's mouth. The youth must have been moaning loud enough for the sound barrier to activate, but the barrier did nothing to silence Revelin's voice. I bit my lower lip as I settled onto my bed, realizing that my body was reacting rather vividly. My mind decided to supply nude images of my mentor, and I hissed.

"Damn it!"

And I ended up resorting to something I hadn't done since I was seventeen…lube and my hand. Every moan, grunt, and gasp seemed to fuel my overactive imagination. I worked my shaft quickly and without restraint, wanting to release the pressure as soon as possible. My core throbbed and pulsed as searing blood coursed through the veins. My thumb drew circles around the head, dipping into the slit, just as I tossed my head back and gasped. In the distance, I heard the sound of my mentor's voice as he peaked.

A few strokes later, I keened as I finally found release.

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When the sun rose the next day, I found it difficult at first to forgive myself. But it really was only a matter of time. I wasn't in a relationship, and I didn't resort to porn anymore like when I was a teenager. Knowing fully well that I found Revelin attractive, I should have known better than to cave into such temptations. Regardless, what was done was done. I wasn't perfect, either. I was neither the first nor would I ever be the last to lust after a superior. Lust was expected; everyone dealt with it differently. Damn it, there was nothing wrong with-

"You have the most ridiculously adorable, muffled moan I have ever heard from afar."

I found myself spitting the coffee I was drinking right back into my large mug. My ears, along with my cheeks, were bound to be pink.

"Were you whimpering through a nightmare, perhaps?" Revelin asked in a deceptively innocent tone of voice.

"Perhaps," I replied quietly after cleaning up the mess I made of the coffee. I refused to elaborate. If my mentor had perceived any noises from last night as being the result of nightmares, then I was going to let him damn well believe it.

"You seem a little jumpy this morning. It shouldn't be anything that a training session shouldn't fix."

I covered my face with a hand. I really wasn't looking forward to training. With a silent prayer to the cosmos asking the universe to keep my body in check, I made my way to the basement.

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The training that day was focused on Vim manipulation and psychic binding. I relentlessly tossed my signature bindings in the direction of my mentor, but he somehow managed to swing them right back at me as if they were merely colored boomerangs. They constricted around my shoulders, elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles. I felt my stomach drop with the sensation of falling as I smacked into the hard floor underneath. Granted, I had been slowly letting go of such useless feelings of 'humiliation' and 'embarrassment,' but only most of the time.

"Well, are you going to set me loose or not? I want another go!" I growled.

Revelin walked over to my position and crouched down to poke my forehead. "Undo your bindings yourself. You must learn to exert complete control of the particles that make up your signature Vim at all times. No one else can manipulate it but you." He explained.

When I got around to doing just that, I pulled myself up to a sitting position and rubbed my wrists where the binding had constricted against the skin. Those were the details that they didn't teach at the Academy. I never even realized that I could control the particles of my signature Vim to that extent.

"If no one else can manipulate it, then how were you able to toss my bindings back at me?"

"That," my mentor replied with a smirk as he reached down a hand to lift me up. It's going to have to wait for another lesson."

When he pulled me up, he used a little too much force, and I ended up bracing my hands against his chest. I felt my heart skip a beat for a moment, and as I gazed up into his multi-hued blue eyes, I couldn't quite read what was behind them. Before I was able to study them any further, he pulled away and walked towards the portal.

"Darenvy awaits," He stated. He turned slightly to look at me over his shoulder. "Oh, and Cy?" I could practically hear the teasing purr in his voice. "It really is the most adorable moan of sensual pleasure that I have heard in a while..."

He walked through to the other side before I was able to strangle him.