Nadia was starting to think that it would have been better if she hadn’t even taken the call in the first place.
She was already struggling, and now more and more problems were being thrown at her like stones from every direction.
And it was all because of Mika!
She gritted her teeth in frustration when she thought about this.
Before all of this, no matter the situation, she had always been able to handle things smoothly and calmly.
She was Nadia, the untouchable, composed woman who could face down armies without breaking a sweat.
But now she was going through all sorts of inner turmoil. Forced to make big decisions. Questioning everything she thought she knew.
And it was all because of her son’s devious behavior.
She seriously felt like he was a ticking ti bomb.
One that she couldn’t just let go of easily, because if she did, he would do sothing even crazier and make her worry even more.
But nonetheless, she had picked up the call. There was nothing she could do about it now.
Just as she was wondering what to say next, she realized sothing. Her eyes narrowed, fixing on Korra with an intense gaze.
Korra shifted uncomfortably.
"What’s wrong, Nadia? Why are you looking at like that?"
She glanced down at her own bare chest, then chuckled, lifting her bountiful lons with both hands.
"You’ve already seen these beauties many tis before, but still, do you want a closer look?"
She pushed her breasts toward the cara, shalessly showing off her slightly purple-pinkish nipples.
"I know you’ve always been secretly curious. Go ahead...drink in their glory."
That was simply how Korra was. Playful. Uninhibited. A dragon who had lived for over a century and long since lost any sense of modesty.
Nadia shook her head.
"Your breasts already take up most of the screen with how big they are. There’s no need for to see them any longer. Put them away."
Korra pouted.
"You’ve got this amazing opportunity that so many people would kill for, and you’re just pushing it away."
She huffed in a playful manner but lowered her hands.
"Fine, fine. So what exactly are you thinking about?"
Nadia hesitated. Her fingers fidgeted in her lap.
This was going to be awkward.
"The thing is...I have this friend."
Korra’s eyebrows rose. "A friend?"
"Yes. And I need help understanding her situation."
In any normal conversation, when soone said "I have a friend." everyone knew what that ant. It was the classic deflection—talking about yourself while pretending it was soone else.
Everyone knew the trick. Everyone used it.
But Korra did not believe for a mont that Nadia was talking about herself.
Instead, she leaned forward with a gossipy look on her face, her eyes sparkling.
"Go on. What do you have to say?"
This was because Nadia was a straightforward person.
Over the years, Korra had learned that if Nadia wanted to ask sothing, she would ask it directly.
She would never go about it in such a roundabout manner.
So in Korra’s eyes, she really was talking about a friend, especially since Nadia struggled to express her emotions.
She often asked for advice and tips from those closest to her. This was nothing unusual.
Seeing that Korra was interested, Nadia cleared her throat and continued.
"This friend of mine...she’s quite close to a boy in her family."
"Their relationship is sothing like...aunt and nephew."
She paused, fidgeting nervously.
"It’s not exactly that." She anded. "But sothing along those lines."
Korra nodded, sensing this was quite juicy gossip. She leaned closer, eager to hear more.
"For so many years, my friend absolutely doted on this boy. She loved him very much. Cared for him to the extent that she would give up her life a thousand tis over for his sake."
Korra’s eyes shimred. "Wow. So she really loves him that much."
Nadia smirked slightly, a flicker of pride crossing her face. "She most definitely does." She said, feeling quite proud of herself.
She then paused, her expression growing awkward.
"But recently...so strange things have happened."
Korra leaned in even closer, her breasts nearly pressing against the cara.
"Strange things? What strange things?"
Nadia gulped. Her face heated up.
"The boy himself has been...disregarding their relationship. He’s been looking at my friend in a completely different manner. Not just as a family mber, but..."
She hesitated, the words almost too embarrassing to say.
"He’s been seeing her as a woman."
Korra gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth.
"How scandalous!" She exclaid, genuinely shocked. "I thought this would be so random gossip, but this is sothing else entirely. This is the kind of stuff you see in dramas."
She shook her head in disbelief.
"Actually, even dramas don’t go into taboo topics like this. This is the kind of thing you’d find in those dark fantasy books that so of the royal ladies I know love to read."
She chuckled as she added, "Or maybe in a porn video that’s all over the internet."
Nadia’s eyes narrowed into a cold glare.
"Will you be quiet, Korra? Stop trying to describe it in such an unruly and disgusting manner."
Korra winced. "Sorry, sorry! Go on, Nadia. Please go on. I want to hear more."
Her enthusiasm had only grown. Taboo topics clearly didn’t scare her.
Nadia sighed but continued.
"My friend noticed this at first and thought she might be mistaken. But as ti went on, his actions beca much more brazen."
"It beca obvious that he was looking at her in a completely different way."
Korra’s eyes sparkled. "What exactly are those brazen actions you’re talking about?"
Nadia looked around the room as if checking for eavesdroppers. Her face was burning.
"He started by touching my friend all over." She whispered. "His hands beca much more...brazen."
Korra raised a finger, playing devil’s advocate.
"That could just be skinship." She pointed out. "The boy is growing up and your friend should be happy that soone like him, a teenager or young adult is comfortable being close with her."
"There’s nothing to worry about."
But then Nadia’s voice dropped even lower as she added,
"...He also kissed her right on the lips."
Korra’s finger lowered.
"He’s even used his tongue." Nadia continued, her voice barely audible. "He pushed it inside her mouth. He did all sorts of things with her tongue, moving it around, sucking on it."
Korra’s jaw went slack, while Nadia pressed on, her face now completely crimson.
"He also groped her breasts all over."
Korra’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"You an like—grope, grope!?" She grabbed her own breast and twisted it demonstratively. "Like this? He was doing this kind of stuff!?"
Nadia instinctively grabbed her own breasts through her dress and squeezed them lightly.
"Yes." She said, nodding. "He most definitely did that. But he didn’t do it aggressively. He did it in a way that made her tremble all over."
Korra’s breath quickened. She was fully invested now.
"It’s not just that." Nadia added, her voice growing even shyer. "He also...He also..."
She couldn’t finish. She was too embarrassed. Her face was the color of a ripe tomato.
Korra leaned so close to the cara that her nose nearly touched the lens.
"Tell , Nadia. Just tell already."
Her voice was urgent, desperate.
"Just tell what he did. I’m dying to know!"
Nadia finally gave in, her voice a mortified whisper.
"He used his fingers...and pushed them inside her...her private part."
Korra’s eyes went wide as saucers.
"And he started pushing them in and out. Pleasuring her."
Korra’s mouth fell open. "You’re...You’re joking. He didn’t actually—"
"Why would I joke about sothing like this!?" Nadia snapped, her embarrassnt making her defensive. "What I’m saying really happened."
She continued, her voice growing more animated as she recalled the mory.
"He did it so much. And in such a perfect way. Twisting his fingers in and out. His thumb rubbing against her..." She coughed, catching herself. "The woman ended up letting herself go on the spot."
Korra was absolutely shocked beyond belief.
She had thought this would be simple gossip—sothing to laugh about, to pass the ti.
But this was much, much crazier. She grabbed her head with both hands.
"Wow, Nadia. I...I don’t know what to say."
She looked at her friend with a clearer, more serious gaze.
"But what I do know is that the boy definitely looks at your friend in a completely different way now."
"It’s not the sa anymore. He has his own intentions. Romantic intentions. Sexual intentions."
Nadia latched onto the words like a drowning woman grasping a lifeline.
"Right? Right? That’s what I also thought! There has to be—there can’t be any other reason he’s doing such a thing, right?"
She hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing her face.
"But maybe...could it be so kind of prank? Or him teasing her?"
"There’s no chance in hell!" Korra shook her head adamantly. "Pranks and teasing can only go so far."
"If he’s actually fingering your friend and making her..." She paused, searching for the right words. "....letting herself go on the spot, he’s definitely seeing her as a woman. He’s playing with her body just like a man would with a woman he desires."
Nadia looked down at her lap, her expression unreadable.
"I see...So it really is like that."
She had been struggling to understand Mika’s intentions. Doubting her own judgnt. Wondering if she was misunderstanding him, projecting her own feelings onto his actions.
But now she had confirmation.
Mika was looking at her as a woman.
Realising this, two sets of thoughts warred inside her.
The first was the rational one, the motherly one.
She would reprimand Mika. She would put a stop to this.
They were mother and son; this was not the relationship they should be having.
When Mika ca out of the shower, she would set everything straight.
But the other part, the part that felt for Mika as a man was overjoyed.
It made her feel more confident about herself. Made her body feel hotter, knowing that Mika desired her.
Made her want to dress in more enticing clothes, to seduce him right back.
She quickly shook her head, horrified at where her thoughts were going.
But while she was lost in her internal struggle, Korra puffed out her cheeks and bounced on the bed in indignation.
"Clearly, that boy is such an ungrateful little brat!" She exclaid.
Nadia perked up, alard.
"Really, his aunt is going out of her way to do all those nice things for him. Treating him with such love—judging by the way you speak, she must adore him."
"And here he is, taking advantage of her fully!"
She waved her fist in the air.
"If I were to get my hands on that brat, I’d smack his ass over and over! Beat him up until he bleeds!"
A brat like that deserves—"
"Stop it, Korra."
Nadia’s voice was sharp. Cold. Her face was set in a look of genuine anger, the kind Korra had rarely seen directed at her.
Korra froze mid-rant, her mouth hanging open.
Nadia’s eyes were blazing.
"Never speak about him in such a manner."
"Whether it’s you, my closest friend or anyone else in the world, I’ll never let them speak bad about him."
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