The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 961: Volume 31: A Single Hand Trying to Cover the Sky - 5: The Sentimental are Always Hurt by the Heartless

The longer she stayed among the Human Clan, the more she found her human body becoming humanized. To be precise, she found herself increasingly adapting to being a human rather than a dragon. From her mindset to her emotions, from customs to daily life, she unconsciously regarded herself as a woman. The only thing she hadn’t explored was the affair of desire between men and women. Now facing such a trial, Shatima couldn’t help but feel timid for the first time.

However, when she saw the teasing and mocking expression on Komer’s face, a surge of anger immediately overwhelmed her reason. Was this guy mocking her for not daring to try? When had Shatima ever been afraid to take on a challenge?

"If it’s just taking off a brassiere, then let’s do it," Shatima indignantly said, "Why don’t you take off your clothes?"

"Hehe, one step at a time. First, take off the brassiere, like Lome did earlier; give a hint, but keep it subtle, tease a little, half-off, you understand? To truly experience our human emotional interaction, you need a bit of modesty. As for whether I take off mine, it’s because of the differences between our genders, you will gradually understand this." Komer almost laughed out loud in his heart, training such an ignorant female dragon was indeed a meaningful task, allowing himself to welcome such a challenge with open arms.

"This is really troublesome, how exactly do I take it off?" Shatima was confused by Komer’s vague words. Having already removed her outer garment, she now fumbled with the strap of her brassiere, pulling it halfway down to reveal most of her chest, almost completely removing it, "Is this how?"

"Mhm, yes, that’s right, keep that posture, very good, thrust out your chest, tuck in your stomach, lower your head, yes, just like that," Komer laughed inwardly while he had to maintain an outward appearance of gentle, deep affection. However, the pose he designed did have a surging momentum, making Komer himself somewhat moved.

Shatima tried her best to satisfy Komer’s requirements. Although such an action was something she had never thought of or done before, thinking about experiencing the most mysterious realm of human emotions made her accept the awkwardness.

Komer stood up, surveying the alluring figure before him with a calm and composed demeanor, slightly nodding, "Hmm, there’s a certain flavor now, Shatima, well done."

"Uh, Komer, is this it? I don’t feel the special emotional interaction you mentioned," said Shatima.

"Don’t be impatient, haste makes waste. Emotions are not something that can be achieved overnight; they need to be simmered over a slow fire to truly understand their essence," Komer laughed, "Alright, now let’s move to the next step, undo your belt, yes, take off your pants, ..."

"What?!" Even the outspoken and forthright Shatima felt this was a bit too much.

"Yes, just like that, ..."

Furious, Shatima suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Komer by the lapels, "Komer, are you mocking me? I didn’t see Lome doing anything like this?"

Komer hadn’t expected such a strong reaction to his request. In his view, since the first step was accepted, the second seemed only natural, but he hadn’t anticipated such sensitivity from her, and she even brought up Lome to argue her point.

"You know, Shatima, Lome and I hadn’t reached ’that step’ before you interrupted us, right? Ah, you’re always so impatient," he said.

Shatima’s firm and full chest pressed close in front of Komer, her faint body fragrance mixed with her voluptuous flesh tantalizing Komer’s already unsatisfied desires, like a spark thrown into a haystack, igniting instantly.

Just as he smacked his lips, trying to savor a certain flavor, a series of light footsteps approached from afar, startling Komer back to his senses. Being seen in such a situation would lead to endless troubles, and if someone coaxed words out of the naive Shatima, it would be truly embarrassing. Tasting this female dragon was not yet a ripe opportunity.

"Er, all right, Shatima, put your brassiere back on and let me explain to you how human emotions can deepen gradually," he said, casually pinching her ample chest without a trace of emotion, her firm and elastic body making Komer’s fingers linger a bit unwillingly.

By the time Eve stepped in, Komer had already returned to a detached conversation with Shatima. After Shatima left with a sullen look at Eve, Komer truly relaxed. It seemed that tasting this morsel would require a bit more patience.

Eve had sensed an unusual aroma as soon as she entered, but she never imagined Komer could be flirting with that brainless woman. In her view, Komer could possibly have a fling with any woman, but not with a fiercely independent and eccentric female. She had underestimated the truth of the maxim that men think with their lower half.

Komer immediately felt the coldness emanating from Eve; he had no idea what had offended the increasingly reticent young female priest this time.

Eve’s probing gaze slight shook her confidence, but she quickly firmed her resolve, "Komer, I’d like to join Dragumo and others in the South Cordillera Wilderness for this operation."

"You want to go too?" Komer exclaimed. If Shatima wanted to go, it made sense, but why did Eve want to embark on this as well?

"Oh, who else wants to go?" Eve raised her beautiful eyebrows.

"No, no one else wants to go. Shatima said she hopes to gain some experience," Komer felt that Eve and Shatima had different reasons for their interest.

"If possible, I’d rather not return to Nicosia just yet." Eve was calm, but Komer still keenly sensed the melancholy behind her composure.

In a moment, Komer felt he understood the root of Eve’s sorrow. Bayezid and Havier had both cautioned him, and though he had hinted vaguely himself, he had never given anything concrete. Thinking about it, he really had a knack for self-sabotage. If Tracy could enjoy the privileges of being the master of Kapok Castle in Sparta, what about Eve? What about Grace? Now that Furina had appeared, it was no wonder...

"That’s fine. I wanted Eve to help me check on things in Flanders and Xifnos Island anyway. Why not let Grace accompany Eve and see how she likes Flanders, and perhaps consider it as your permanent royal residence?" Komer’s smile was as radiant as the autumn sunshine.

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