The Vastness of Magical Destiny

After Komer, Lome’s astonishing beauty was unleashed to its utmost, her clear eyes becoming misty and blurred in an instant, her crimson lips seemingly exhaling a dense breath of desire. Her chest, heaving unevenly, seemed to swell significantly in size.

Her neck, as white as mutton-fat jade, suddenly turned somewhat crystalline and translucent, and her whole body shook like a blossom in a storm. Her originally pale cheeks bloomed with an alluring, unhealthy flush, her breaths coming in rapid pants. The sickly allure was so provocative that Komer, having restrained himself for so long, almost couldn’t resist pinning her down and ravaging her to his heart’s content, indulging in the pleasures of carnal desires.

However, he couldn’t ruin his noble and majestic image at this time, although he knew that this image probably couldn’t be maintained much longer. But for now, as long as he could hold on, he wanted to continue to do so.

"Great sage, Lome understands now. Lome will never have such foolish thoughts again. Lome is Lome, Lome wants to be the one and only Lome that belongs to you," she declared passionately, without any hint of shyness or anxiety. She spoke so naturally and calmly, as if it was the most legitimate thing in the world, leaving Komer dumbstruck and pondering what exactly was going on.

But Komer dared not delve too deep into this topic at the moment. Perhaps if the conversation continued, he really might lose control. This young girl mage, who was so infinitely tempting both physically and mentally, was like a massive magnet firmly attracting his desires. He needed to calm himself down.

"Come here, Lome. Put on this Yingluo. It will be greatly beneficial to both your health and your cultivation," Komer couldn’t help but rely on the power of the Yingluo to stabilize his emotions. However, this magical treasure wasn’t of much help for one’s own emotional fluctuations, but it served as a mental anchor for him.