Flustered and overwheld by conflicting emotions, Zara couldn’t help but mount Nikolai, pinning him down, while the docile Zana glanced at them before using her towel to dry her wet hair with steam still flowing from her body.
’Damn, she’s erotic’
Despite being family, Zara couldn’t help but feel a sense of inferiority to Zana.
"Sorry, I forgot that your man was here." Zana’s calm, monotone voice followed the flutter of fabrics as she quickly wore a thin pair of black laced panties and a thick, restrictive bra that kept her heavy weapons neat and packed tight.
When she looked at her cousin’s bare body, she saw the perfect shape, size, and ratio of her six delicate arms, and the darkness which lingered inside her exploded with all its disgusting and petty nature.
Zara’s chest throbbed with a dull ache from the mont she learned the truth of why people began to doubt her mother.
Then this little cousin she once adored started receiving praise despite only a thin connection to the royal clan.
It was petty.
She was petty.
No matter how the others treated her, Zara tried her best not to compare them. But when the only thing she could compete in was the manipulation of soul force. The world surrounding her beca narrow and cold.
’Even the amount of Soul Force she has is almost triple mine...’
Zara snapped out of her strange mood and glanced down at Nikolai, his handso face, sharp jawline, neat eyebrows and strong cheekbones. He was almost identical to the ideal man in her fantasies.
’Will he forget about now, after seeing Zana’s chest?’
’I know his wives all have the most alluring figures, even though Nikita and Risa are on the smaller side; both of them have their own special characteristics.’
Don’t forget their deal.
Because she couldn’t forget, and although she begged for his help, even sacrificing herself in doing so, that didn’t an she wanted to have a miserable life.
’If he wants ....’
"What’s wrong?" His gruff voice resounded in her ears, sending a tingle down her spine just as he reached out, stretching a finger to wipe her eyes. "Why are you crying now?"
Nikolai’s simple question wasn’t romantic or special, and yet, Zara’s chest felt hot; the heat ignored her feelings and spread to each of her limbs. The simple warmth of his words and care drove those petty feelings back into the depths of her core.
"You..."
’Why am I so small when I look into your eyes?’
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"Don’t cry, you’ll ruin your beautiful face, here... I’ll keep you safe."
He honestly didn’t really care about Zana’s breasts. Yes, they were huge and alluring. But as a married man, his beloved won all carried world-ending breasts, their shapes, sizes, and what they could do with them.
From Risa’s small but perky handfuls to Kumiko and Anya’s dense pillows, giving his little brother a run for his money.
None of them lost to Zana.
But how could he know her thoughts and emotions perfectly?
Zara’s colours always tricked and allured him.
Maybe because of her amazing control of soul force, her emotions and feelings rarely showed accurately.
"Who’s crying, you foolish wolf-dog?!"
Nikolai curled his lips into a broad smile.
He’d grown fond of his won’s show of emotions, but sotis using his blood art felt cheap. To think that these colours could explain and reveal their true feelings, so after Nikita gave birth, Nikolai stopped using this power as an absolute.
If it showed a blue colour, resembling sadness.
He would instead choose to talk, comfort and coax them to learn what caused their sadness.
’But Zara is too hard to read.’
She hamred his chest with all four hands clenched; there wasn’t any force, but the emotion and aning behind them were clearly linked to her embarrassnt.
Nikolai noticed Zana in the corner, her eyes darting between him and Zara. He used his eyes to give a simple gesture that snapped her out of it, and a mont later, she nodded before wrapping herself and leaving the room.
Click!
Bang!
When the door opened, Zara’s body froze, then imdiately shuddered as it closed.
"Am I a selfish sister?" She asked with a softer, more childish tone than usual.
"What makes you think that?"
He didn’t have a grand plan. After the explosion and sudden movent of this building, Nikolai was trying to gather and repair his body. ’Several of my bones are still fragile...’ So while gently stroking the back of her head, he listened to Zara’s words, her breath, trying to kill two birds with a single stone.
’This woman willingly sacrificed herself to beco my woman, I’ll be damned if I don’t give things a try before the end.’
Nikolai didn’t need to rush for more won; he loved his current wives and partners.
With Sarah’s confession and Clara joining them, of course, he couldn’t just focus on Zara. Yet, despite these thoughts, he knew deep down that if he lacked the desire to have a deeper relationship with this pink-skinned princess, he would have found another way.
’Does it have to be her, though?’
Sohow, when he t her aunt, who seed to be a distant family mber of her mother’s, rather than a direct bloodline, he just felt more passion and desire towards this country and the world.
"Because, if I were any good... wouldn’t I have already beco the queen?"
"Is that what you want?"
Nikolai knew he could take several paths when dealing with a vulnerable woman, but now wasn’t the ti to take advantage of her.
Instead, he tried to support and comfort her, letting her recover and make the choice to stand up for herself again.
She looked up at him, and he felt a strange feeling brewing inside his chest.
The attack power of her upward glance was a little too destructive—a pretty yet delicate face and big eyes.
"I don’t know."
There was a short pause before she leaned on his chest and continued.
"I really like working with Sasha in your science lab; she would listen to my ideas, and we worked together."
’Ah, this girl, although she wants to help her holand, that isn’t her dream.’
He wanted to create a simple solution, but sohow he knew from the way she interacted with Zana.
That dense cloud of jealousy and inferiority that only appeared after Nikolai saw her cousin’s breasts and naked body might beco a wall that might block any possible thod to save Zara from sacrificing herself.
’Well, I can only try my best.’
"That makes happy, to know you were having fun at my ho."
"Really?"
Zara curled her lips as she clung to him tighter.
He wondered if the usually strong and serious lab technician would ever act this way with him. But that would be stupid of him to bring up. Silently, they remained on the small bed, embracing each other for a short while, before she finally seed to have recovered.
"I should check on my aunt."
"Shall we go and find her then? Can you walk?"
"Mhm."
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Zara couldn’t help but move to stop the powerful thumping in her chest; this was nothing like the dull, aching pain from before. She couldn’t help but feel a strange tingle travel down her spine whenever she t eyes with Nikolai, and when she touched him, a strange calming warmth seeped into her body.
’What is this strange feeling. It’s unscientific...’
Because she could feel it was his soul force gently synchronising to her colour, her wavelength and force, where it could overwhelm her, it just enveloped her agre power, and settled inside her, slowly becoming her own power.
"Nikolai."
She called his na as he turned away, reaching out for the door.
"Hm?"
The mont he turned back, that sharp tingle shot through her again, and her tail flicked the ground, as if to disperse the strange sensation.
"N-Nothing, let’s go. I recognise where we are, and my aunt and cousin should be in the secondary Safehouse of the royal clan."
She bit her lip, trying to endure the sweet yet tingling sensation she received whenever speaking to Nikolai or even looking into his eyes. He was a clue, sothing she’d never expected to find in a mont of fear and jealousy.
Although it seed far-fetched, she’d mastered the movent of her soul force, able to separate them into singular units, allowing her to count them.
’Before we ca, I double checked... I only had a little over 1000...’
As a Djinn, the system of power they followed varied from other clans, although for Nikolai, it was more of a feeling or an age. However, for the Djinn, what matters is the total amount of ’units’. A person only gained the title of Archmage once reaching 2000 units of Soul Force, with the highest level known to have reached the pinnacle of 5,392.
Zara’s great-grandmother.
What Zara could attest to in her abilities was the fact that she gained the title Archmage because of her extre mastery of soul force.
She could control one unit as if it were three.
’It seems that I need to make more contact with Nikolai.’
Because right now her total units increased to 1025 with a single touch, although she’d love to claim this was from her own ability and growth. In the past two years, she struggled to gain a single point, no matter how hard she trained or what elixirs she tried.
It was her driving factor for leaving Al’Qutar after eting Nikolai over a year ago.
’Well I made him apprentice for this, it just feels like the reason I want to get closer has changed greatly since then.’
With a deep breath, as the door opened she finally mustered the courage.
"Nikolai!"
Once again, he looked back with a faint smile, as if he waited for this mont.
"Ready?"
"Mhm, let’s talk about my family, including my aunt and cousin, before we go!"
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