"Pfft~" Kayal chuckled, which made Teresa determined, and she swiftly removed all of her clothes.
"Mm," Kayal nodded lightly, pointing to the porcelain platform: "Teresa, since you are the strongest among them, you go first." Holding her arms, Teresa seemed uncharacteristically shy.
"Alright, I heard it's in the abdomen." After Teresa lay down, even Kayal was dazzled by her pristine body. Forcing himself to calm down, Kayal began to search for the legendary scar in her abdomen.
"Let me see… let me see." Kayal murmured, his slightly cold hand pressing against Teresa's skin. Although Claymores, as half-Yoma, could regulate their body temperature with Yoki, Teresa, who had completely suppressed her Yoki, felt Kayal's hand was icy cold.
Lack of security?
Remembering something she had read in a book, a hint of doubt flashed in Teresa's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by shyness, because Kayal's large hand was already mere centimeters from her verdant patch.
Even her half-Yoma physique felt a surge of heat.
Startled, she quickly suppressed this heat. The first generation of male Claymores had mostly Awakened all at once due to being intoxicated by pleasure akin to sexual intercourse.
Suppressing the heat, Teresa again felt the warmth of Kayal's hands caressing her skin. Although she knew Kayal, as a nine-year-old child, had no desires, and even if he did, he would never do anything to her monstrous body, she couldn't help but let her mind wander.
"Tumor, tumor." Looking at the very ugly tumor in the position of Teresa's uterus, which was constantly throbbing slightly as if alive, Kayal gently furrowed his brow and lightly touched it with his finger.
The tumor did not stop for a moment, throbbing at a rate of once every fifty seconds.
"Damn it." Kayal cursed, covering his forehead.
"What's wrong?!" The four of them were all very sensitive now; even Kayal's slightest emotion would be keenly perceived by them. Sophia leaned forward, completely nude, and asked in a low, anxious voice.
"These guys…" Kayal pointed at the tumor, his face rarely serious and cold: "This is the uterus, the uterus… Perhaps you don't understand, but this part is where women conceive children."
"You mean…" Rolulia, who hadn't realized the importance, seemed quite unconcerned.
"You will not be able to bear children in the future." Kayal's face was very calm.
"Anyway, who would like our ugly bodies?" Teresa's face showed a desolate expression. Only when everyone was together, in this dim small secret room, would she show such a vulnerable expression.
Teresa's fatal blow instantly pricked everyone's pain. Everyone lowered their heads, completely silent.
"No, that's not it." Kayal's face was filled with a warm smile, refuting their answer, their despair.
"In my opinion, this is a very charming body, Teresa." His finger gently traced back and forth on Teresa's jade-like skin. The heat from his fingertips made Teresa turn her head away, not daring to meet Kayal's gaze again. "This tumor… like it's alive, is it a heart? Or a new life?" Kayal murmured to himself, then suddenly covered the tumor completely with his hand, gently pinching it. Teresa's body trembled slightly, as if a sensitive spot had been touched, and the blush on Teresa's face deepened again.
Feeling the rhythmic throbbing in his hand, Kayal smiled gently, then suddenly turned to Priscilla, who had been idle, and called out: "Priscilla, come here."
Priscilla obediently walked over.
Kayal gestured for her to lie down next to Teresa. Although she didn't like Teresa, and one could even say she feared her, seeing Kayal's expression made her relax. Two completely nude, beautiful bodies, full of youth and maturity, spread out before Kayal… Even Kayal, with his self-control, found it a bit hard to maintain.
So Kayal decided to divert his attention.
"It's gone!" Kayal ran his hand back and forth over Priscilla's abdomen, the part of the uterus; the tumor was gone.
"You all have tumors, but she doesn't… Why?!" Kayal seemed to be speaking to Irene and the others, but everyone knew he was talking to himself.
"Alright, Teresa, release a little bit of Yoki, one percent. No need to transform, just strengthen your power!" Kayal had pretty much figured out their Yoki release over the past few months. He commanded softly, and saw the tumor abruptly speed up its throbbing, from once every fifty seconds to once every forty seconds.
"Teresa, how do you feel?" Kayal asked very subtly.
"Nothing much, my strength and speed have roughly doubled. I can still control this small amount of Yoki." Teresa said with a smile. Slowly, she also relaxed. Even though her body was very sensitive, after her attention was diverted, she wouldn't think in that direction.
"Very good, I probably have some tricks now. Release Yoki again, increase the output." The reason Kayal chose Teresa was not because Teresa was the strongest, but because Teresa's special skill was Yoki sensing! Teresa could sense her body's Yoki like a magnifying glass, and this ability was very helpful—understanding the Claymore's structure without dissection.
"Accelerate again, it was about forty seconds once just now, now thirty seconds. Teresa, how much Yoki is accelerated?" Kayal asked.
"About five percent…" Teresa continued to output Yoki.
Although she hadn't used this method for a long time, her super 'Yoki sensing' still allowed her to control Yoki at its peak.
"Continue." Kayal said with interest: "Release it directly to fifty percent…"
Her face suddenly became ferocious, and the Yoki erupting from her body instantly made Priscilla jump: it was a Yoki that even she, a super-Abyssal One, was wary of.
Kayal was swept by this Yoki, which blew so hard he couldn't even open his eyes. "Heart! The same throbbing speed as a heart… Teresa! Can you still control it?!"
"Yes, but I hate this appearance. Can you end it quickly?" Teresa's face was covered in bulging veins, and her eyes were completely golden.
"Okay, stop now. I probably understand the operating principle." Kayal sat on the soft sofa nearby, covering his forehead with his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, remaining silent.
"What should we do?" Teresa sat up and asked.
"Tomorrow we go to Nottingham Forest." Kayal stroked his chin, looking at the naked Teresa, his eyes filled with passion, purity, and a greedy appreciation for beauty: "I heard there are fairies in Nottingham Forest. Although fairies and Yoma are very different… we have to try. We need to know where the very first piece of that thing from the Organization came from. You understand, Yoma are not created."
"Mm, we'll go tomorrow." Teresa began to put on her tight-fitting clothes.
"But speaking of which," Kayal crossed his legs, stroking his chin: "This scene is truly a sight for sore eyes… If I grow up, will you serve me, my swords?"
In an instant, everyone's face, except Priscilla's, turned red. "Pah, pah, pah, you've been ill-behaved since childhood, indeed no noble child is any good." Rolulia cried out, blushing, and quickened the pace of her dressing.
Sophia, usually so boisterous, was now blushing and slowly began to dress with her head down.
"…" Irene's face was slightly red, but she didn't say a word.
"Talk to me when your stature is worthy of mine." Teresa, on the other hand, relaxed. She stood there, lithe and graceful, hands on her hips, smiling proudly as she looked at Kayal: "Power, strength, or wisdom, when you one day feel you are worthy of me, then come and ask me to serve you." Teresa said with an arrogant smile.
"Honestly, my dear, if I ordered it, you'd probably be lying on my bed tonight… although there's nothing I could do." Kayal teased playfully.
"Bastard," Teresa's smile instantly broke, her face falling. If Kayal asked her to sleep with him, she really couldn't refuse.
However… "Brother is mine! You can't touch him!" Priscilla suddenly hugged Kayal and cried out loudly.
If Priscilla wasn't completely naked but in a Gothic Lolita dress, Kayal would have been very happy…