Chapter 165: With Ancestor (11)
"Excuse me."
I waved a hand in front of Mimir's face. However, she didn't move an inch, her gaze fixed on the entrance we had come from. I approached her, bit by bit. If this being was truly Mimir, she wouldn't be hostile toward us. She showed no reaction even as I drew closer.
I was able to scan her entire body in the halo of light. Tattoos were drawn on her smooth figure. They were so complex they made me wonder if she was a die-hard fan of hippies or a heavy metal band, and most of the content was a fictional script that I couldn't read. I craned my head forward slightly to read the tattoos, but she still didn't move.
"Can you read them?"
"No."
AA seemed to regard the unmoving woman as a lifelike ornament, some kind of statue, or a spirit. Even though she stood there naked and I was pushing my face close to her vulva, AA showed no sign of disgust or unease. I began to poke Mimir's body with my finger. A soft, spongy tactile sensation was transmitted to my hand. As my finger poked deep into her body, AA spoke as if she found it fascinating.
"So she wasn't a statue?"
"Seems so."
I slowly lowered my finger and poked her nipple. AA shoved me away with a flustered look.