CHAPTER 130: 2) MIRA

Nera stopped in her tracks, the words hitting harder than she wanted them to. They resonated within her like a thunderclap, echoing in the hollow spaces of her mind.

Indeed she wanted to be stronger than arch-mage, able to create tier-12 mgaic.

Why did I mock her?

Those words felt like a bad taste in her mouth, bringing to the forefront the insecurities she often buried beneath layers of arrogance.

She turned back slowly, her face a tumult of emotions she couldn’t quite sort through.

Pride mixed with anger and a hint of curiosity began to sharpen into a simmering undercurrent that felt dangerously close to fear.

It was a sensation she rarely allowed herself to indulge in, the kind that curled her stomach into knots, something can’t be said aloud but she is just the type of woman to act arrogant on the outside but deep inside they like to be bullied.

"What makes you think," she began, her voice steadier than she actually felt, "that I’d ever be interested in... helping you? Or this... this man? Why should I be someone’s woman? I am an independent woman, I need no man."

Mira shrugged, her casual demeanor only adding fuel to the fire raging in Nera’s chest.

"You are here, aren’t you? Still talking, if you really want to leave you can."

Nera clenched her jaw, the truth of Mira’s words stinging like a slap to the face

She hated how easy it was for the other woman to unravel her carefully constructed facade. "Fine. Let’s say... hypothetically—that I’m curious. What exactly are you proposing?"

Mira’s eyes sparkled with a glimmer of mischief as she replied, "That you join his harem... You have something called a magic body, he may like it, that’s it. "

The word harem seemed to hang in the air between them, heavy with implications Nera wasn’t quite ready to parse. It dripped with connotations she could hardly swallow. "His... harem. How many does he have?"

"Many," Mira confirmed, her tone as casual as if she were discussing the latest trends in fashion. "Beautiful, powerful, fascinating women. All unique. All cherished."

Nera felt skepticism creep into her voice, a protective instinct rising within her. "Cherished? Really? And what makes you think I would fit into... that?"

"I don’t wanna think about it... I don’t wanna give myself if he isn’t going to marry me, I am a noble woman. Hmph, I was just curious to know how did his semen makes you stronger or even a divine mage?"

Mira looked at her for a short moment, her gaze unnervingly penetrating. It felt as if she could see the churning thoughts behind Nera’s carefully crafted exterior.

"You are ambitious. You want to leave your mark. To be remembered. Isn’t that why you’re here? Why you mock those you think are beneath you, you want to feel you are someone bigger nothing much..."

Nera bristled at the accuracy of those words, her defenses rising like a curtain. "I don’t—"

"Everyone has a drive," Mira interrupted softly, her voice steady, "yours is to stand out. To be the best. To be seen and noticed for a long time."

In that moment of stark clarity, Nera found herself momentarily speechless.

She hated that Mira had read her so well, how easily the woman had stripped away the armor of pride and posturing that Nera had built around herself.

It made her feel exposed in a way she loathed.

"And this man," Mira continued, her tone shifting to something more earnest, "I believe you will like him... He is young man with big dick that can fuck you senseless... Hehe, don’t mind me for saying something inappropriate to a young maiden."

The skepticism in Nera’s heart fought against the small flutter of intrigue that began to bloom.

She scoffed, but it sounded hollow even to her own ears. "Friends with benefits, you mean?"

"If you want to be crude about it, yes. But it’s more than that. It’s a connection, you won’t understand."

"What won’t I understand... Aren’t you stupid... You talk stupid... You make stupid demand, let’s say hypothetically, how big his dick..." Nera questioned.

"How would I know, I never measured it but I can feel it hitting deep inside me, breaking me apart..." Mira replies with a smile.

Stupid bitch... She is already blushing hearing the words dick.

But truly... Mira wanted Nera to be loved because she knows Nera isn’t loved more thus, she has created that arrogant aura to protect herself from loneliness... The edgelord aura.

Nera was once her junior and she has no bad heart.

A woman must always help another woman.

..

Nera is not like Mira, she is a virgin, she is pure.

Nera swallowed, the image of Mira and this mysterious man in a compromising position flashing uninvited in her mind. She pushed it away, her face growing hot.

Eww... How vulgar.

Saliva drooled down her chin.

"That’s... quite a vivid description." Nera said, trying to regain her composure, to get the conversation back on track. "But I still don’t see the appeal. I feel like you are making a fool of me, you may not know it but I am the smartest woman alive. Your tricks won’t work on me."

"Sigh! Stop acting childish... I just wanted to give you something, I wanted you to feel loved too, but it seems you don’t need it." Mira said while trying to walk away.

"Wait..." Nera shouted.

"Let’s talk more... Tell me more... And hypothetically I may join his harem, tell me more, how does it feels to do those things and does it hurt?"

Mira smiled sinisterly. "Yes it hurts a lot... There will be a lot of bleeding and you will feel like you are going to die."

Hearing this, Nera looked little scared.

"Don’t joke with me... I have read few things... It says women enjoys such act and it feels good and helps sleep better." Nera uttered.

"If you know then why are you asking..."