Leaving behind a pletely dazed Satella, Sol paused his steps once he reached Jasmine, the Supreme Daughter of the elven race.
In many ways, Jasmine was far more interesting than Satella. At least, Sol thought as much. She was the first Supreme Daughter he had the chance to interact with deeply after Camelia.
Even though he had some dealings with Kiku Patientia, the Supreme Daughter of Wratharis, after the war, he did not get the chance to deepen their connection as he was far too busy dealing with all the post-war reparations.
The same was not the case with Jasmine Humilitas. She was a fascinating character to Sol.
As both an elf and a Blessed, her beauty was a given. Her exotic tanned skin immediately caught his eyes when they first met. It blended well with her luscious blonde hair, practically giving her the air of the delinquents he knew from Earth.
She wore a white priest robe that was nearly see-through and from this distance, he became aware that the woman had not worn any underwear whatsoever.
As she seemingly breathed in his scent, her chest rose, grabbing his attention as he observed her nipples harden.
He wanted nothing more than to take her right here and now. He knew for a fact that the woman was willing. Nevertheless, he also knew he needed to hold himself back and deal with the unpleasant aspects of their meeting first before he could get some action.
“Why reject her? Is it because she wishes to use you for her own benefit? She is still a King, you know? If you were to just help her reclaim her past glory, she also qualifies as a potential demigod. I don’t understand your reasoning.”
“Firstly, as I am now, the last thing I lack are Kings and potential Demigods. Trust me.”
Sol chuckled. The number of powerhouses hiding in the Tower of Babel was already staggering. “Secondly, I am not naive, you know? I have laid down with many women. Many of which I do not consider as lovers. They mingled with me because they had a clear objective. Gold, power, or just good time mingling their bodies with me to seek the heights of pleasure.”
He gave a teasing look at Jasmine which caused her to clear her throat gently. She knew that denying her interest in him would just be a waste of time, and she had no interest in playing the denial game with the Dragon Emperor himself.
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“Even so I do not look down on such women. There is nothing wrong with using your own body to achieve an objective. In fact, while some might be foolish in what they pursue, I find this drive for power to be admirable.”
Many of the maids who joined Sol did so with impure motives. Even with the elves, many were not particularly infatuated with him but rather with the honor that having sex with him would bring them.
“Ambition, drive, desire. I respect those emotions. You should understand now why I find the current Satella so distasteful.”
He resumed walking. “I admire women who fight for their future. Pandora gave herself to me for an alliance and while our relationship started on the wrong foot, I have never looked down on her.”
“Satella meanwhile does not even value herself. Why then, should I value her?”
A cold laugh leaked out of his mouth, holding off the urge to spit on the ground in sheer distaste.
He felt no passion for Satella.
Sad story? All the women he was close to were women who fought against destiny despite being born or living through tumultuous adventures. He had enough sad backstories between all of them to write twenty books and still not even be halfway done, maybe not even a quarter of the way done.
Lilith at her lowest, filled with suicidal thoughts, had never underestimated herself or her skills. Even when death was at her doorstep, she still had the pride of the strong. To face death with a fierceness that captivated others.
What about Tiamat? To realize her goal, she did not hesitate to destroy her own path and start everything from scratch, just for the minuscule chance of finding a better way. A way to gain power that was not meant for her.
Medea may have been living in the tower for a thousand years, but she never gave up on magic. Even though the path to being a demigod seemed inaccessible, she never stopped striving towards that realm.
As for Pandora, she may have sold herself to him, but she did that for a clear, noble objective. Moreover, it was a calculated risk with heavy chances of her ing to the top due to the inherent nature of her race. Though she was miserably defeated by him in bed.
Nent, one of his most morally ambiguous panions after Echidna, suffered through wars and innumerable losses. Her heart may have darkened as a result and her objectives and path may have been distorted beyond repair along the way. Nonetheless, she was still a woman who decided to fight Fate and make the impossible possible.
“I have many women. Some of them could be said to be closer to evil than good. Some of them are manipulators and liars or assassins. A few joined me because of selfish reasons. Yet none of that matters to me. I cherish all of them because they are like bright stars in the sky for me.”
Many of his women called him their sun. However, he felt the same for them. They were the stars in the void sky to him— the guiding light that illuminated his sky in the darkest night, showing him the correct path forward.
In the end, Sol shrugged and started walking again. “We are leaving in two days. Tell Satella she does not have to follow me to Lustburg if she doesn't want to.”
“But what if she wants to follow you? What if she wants to do more than follow you?” Jasmine asked.
“It’s really simple. If she simply wishes to lie down with me. She is always wele. I will treat her no differently than any of the other elves. But…” He grinned, “If she wants to bee my lover. If she wishes to use me to acplish her goal then— she must e with a reward worthy of my time. Equivalent Exchange is the law after all, right? Of course, you are also more than wele, Jasmine.”
After those words, he gave her a wink and instantly teleported. He had already said everything he wanted to. The rest would depend on Satella herself.
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