Chapter 172
City of Tienhai. Police Headquarters.
In her office on the second-to-last floor sat the Chief of Police. Nothing around her hinted that a woman, albeit a formidable one, ruled this space. Every detail screamed of strictness—toward herself and those around her. Even seasoned officers didn't like lingering here for long, and younger cops stood at attention immediately. It was worse when her piercing gaze seemed to look straight into your soul, as if searching for every flaw.
The entire male staff agreed unanimously: Kuvira should've been born a boy—it would've made more sense. Aside from her stunning figure, there was nothing feminine about her. Though a few had seen her act shy and adorably around Senator Yo, no one believed those fantasists.
Right now, the scene was entirely different: Kuvira's eyes sparkled as she flipped through a magazine of women's fashion. A noticeable blush graced her cheeks, making her even more attractive.
*"Lingerie has become so vulgar so quickly..."* Kuvira thought, staring at the thin straps of panties that barely concealed anything on the model, instead emphasizing her graceful curves. *"Or have I just fallen behind the times?"*
It wasn't just Kuvira asking this question. New clothing designs "exploded" every season, shocking with their boldness, novelty, and sometimes even tackiness. No one would ever know who was behind it. Only two half-human/half-spirit beings knew the terrible secret: Celine and her father. The father shared his ideas with his daughter, who then sketched and refined designs, sending them for free to fashion houses. Most likely, the mastermind behind this rapid diversity in clothing was simply tired of the monotony of local styles. Their soul—and eyes, of course—craved change. And when change doesn't come, create it yourself!
In recent years, Kuvira had refocused on herself. Her free time was spent caring for her appearance. She wanted to look irresistible for one particular person. Her love for her savior hadn't faded. Honestly, she wasn't even bothered that he already had many women. Instead, it motivated her more—there'd be a place for her in his heart too. It was a shame he still saw her in a completely different light... something similar flickered when he looked at his grown children. But she wouldn't give up!
Her confidence dimmed slightly when she saw his women in person. Each was beautiful, intelligent, and had a unique charm. With her muscles, she was far from the elegance of Azula or the otherworldly beauty of Gaia and Dria. So, she leaned into her strengths: long-forgotten acrobatics training returned, and her workouts became not just practical but added more seductive curves to her figure.
*"The final step—Yo's heart!"* she often repeated to herself. His women had already given her the "green light"—she just had to win her own happiness. They wouldn't hinder her, but they wouldn't help either. That suited her just fine.