Chapter 16: Passion Unleashed

The exhausted young female mage panted, leaning closely against Komer’s muscular body. Her pink arms, like white lotus stems, tightly wrapped around his neck, and her rapid breathing gradually slowed down beside his ear. One of Komer’s hands continued to gently caress her smooth breasts, whose rosy nipples remained erect, indicating that even in sleep, she had not fully recovered from her intense excitement.

Komer’s affectionate gaze moved from her slightly bruised breasts down to her rounded buttocks, which his other hand was pressing against. Her delicate body seemed to take on a pinkish, translucent hue under the sunlight, with faint blue veins revealing a hint of youth beneath her fair skin. Fine hairs appeared especially soft and dense in the light, and even the sparse hair between her thighs seemed thicker under it.

The air was filled with a somewhat sensual atmosphere. Komer realized he hadn’t experienced such an intoxicating feeling in a long time. It even made him momentarily recall the carefree days three or four years ago, as if returning to that era of recklessness. Now, it seemed this kind of life had returned after a long period of abstinence.

Komer couldn’t remember exactly how many times his erect member had entered Lomi’s body beside him. All he could recall was that Lomi’s screams of ecstasy would suddenly stop with each climax, only to resume from panting to moaning, from pleasant groans to high-pitched screams, over and over again, until she wrapped herself around him like a boneless snake, begging with a voice mixed of pain and extreme pleasure. Only then would Komer finally erupt. By then, Lomi’s eyes would be glazed over, nearly fainting from pleasure.

The bruises on Lomi’s body were undoubtedly the result of their frenzied affection. Komer had no taste for cruelty, but after so long suppressing his desires, he lost control himself. Moreover, Lomi’s deliberate flattery and even provocative seduction made it impossible for him to stop.

She was too exhausted—never having experienced such madness, she was abruptly brought to an end like a flower crushed by a storm. A mage’s magic offered no benefit to her physique, especially in this regard. Before Komer, who had experienced countless battles, Lomi was nothing but a flower ready to be trampled, and Komer certainly didn’t act like someone who cherished flowers.

Gently removing the girl’s delicate arms from his neck, Komer propped himself up and silently watched the woman entwined with his body. Her slender, fair frame was breathtaking from any angle—fine brows, bright eyes, rosy lips, and a straight nose. Once a high-ranking defender of the Light Church, she was now involved with the dark mage whom the church hated the most. Was this fate or destiny?

With a wave of his hand, Komer dispelled the magical sound barrier. Though he believed no one would come to eavesdrop, he had still set up the barrier as a precaution in case of madness, preventing strange noises from leaking out. His caution proved wise—at least three groups tried to enter his room, but they all quietly retreated under the “Do Not Disturb” sign outside. The silence in the room reassured many, as staying alone in a room for two or three hours was bound to spark fantasies.

After resting all night, Komer reappeared before everyone with his usual composure. Almost everyone noticed some change in him, but even the perceptive elves couldn’t determine exactly what had changed about their magical companion. They vaguely sensed that he seemed to carry a more confident and imposing aura, as if yesterday’s battle had tempered his spirit and made him more dignified.

Meanwhile, Mage Lome seemed unwell and hadn’t left his room all day. Although the three girls took turns visiting the young mage resting in bed, her radiant and fresh appearance suggested she was in better spirits than the day before. So why did she still need to rest? Though inexperienced, they could sense something unusual in her delicate and listless state. Yet such a transformation from girl to woman was something they had never encountered before. Even Eve, though a priestess, knew that such physical ailments couldn’t be cured by her white magic. With some doubts, she could only pray for her speedy recovery.

The Mososnas Mausoleum area soon saw its most intense days. The magic practitioners who advanced to the finals were all at least experts at the level of mages and priests. Those at the levels of magi and priests had already been eliminated in the earlier days—though there was nothing to be ashamed of about that. The Magic Guild organized such competitions to inspire people to delve deeper into magical skills and encourage more people to engage in this pursuit. After all, mages at any level, even archmages, start as mere apprentices; no one can achieve mastery overnight. Magi and priests form the foundation of the entire magical hierarchy.

This magic competition was not just a simple duel. At the strong request of many magic and martial arts practitioners from afar, and to better meet their needs, the Magic Guild decided to modify the competition format and add a mixed-event category.

This mixed event had no restrictions on magic or martial arts; participants could choose either to compete with magic or martial arts, making it almost like a real-life combat scenario. The only rule was that they were not allowed to kill each other. To prevent accidents, the Magic Guild assigned four experienced mages around the competition area. Participants had to sign a liability waiver before entering the arena. To discourage such competition, the guild even refused to offer any rewards for this additional event. Yet, even the guild officials didn’t expect this unofficial competition to attract the most attention. It provided an excellent platform for martial arts and magic to showcase their prowess. Even the Competitors’ Union, headquartered in Sparta, sent representatives to observe the event after hearing about it, though they couldn’t make it due to time constraints.

Komer and his companions, with Lome staying at home to recover, all flocked to this unofficial competition. The area around the arena was packed with onlookers. Even though Komer had anticipated this situation and arrived early with his friends, they could only watch from a distant corner. Fortunately, though it was far, the location was high enough to offer a decent view of the whole scene.

“Grace, look. That white-robed swordsman, though he doesn’t know wind magic, has astonishing speed in his dodging techniques—clearly enhanced by some wind magic, otherwise his speed couldn’t be this high. And his opponent couldn’t lose so quickly either.”

After consuming Lomei, Komer found that he seemed to have unlocked some inner blockage, and his attitude toward the other women around him also changed significantly. His previous tendency to keep his distance gradually faded, and the actions of these three girls with vastly different personalities brought him a freshness and joy he had never experienced before. Subconsciously, Komer became more proactive in accommodating them, even actively guiding their attention and perceptions. In this practical competition, his unique insights and profound knowledge attracted the three girls’ attention even more.

“It seems that if a swordsman makes breakthroughs in speed, it will be very difficult for a mage to withstand his attacks,” Komer said, explaining this to Grace. Yet the naive young thief still interjected thoughtfully from the side.

Seeing Grace nod in agreement, Komer shook his head and said, “Not necessarily. The outcome of a fight between a mage and a martial artist ultimately depends on their respective strengths and the circumstances. For example, an assassin can kill a great mage under special circumstances, but does that mean the assassin is stronger than the great mage? No! A great mage can, under normal conditions, use magic to end the lives of dozens or even hundreds of warriors alone. What would happen to an assassin caught by hundreds of soldiers? No need for me to explain—everyone knows.”

“That’s the role of the environment. Under different conditions, each profession can play a different role. If you assign dozens of soldiers to guard a fortress, you’re leveraging their strengths. But if you try to have them capture a thief, it’s a foolish move—using their weakness against them. Similarly, having a few assassins defend a castle will undoubtedly lead to failure, but sending them to catch a thief is much easier.” Seeing that everyone, including Eve, was listening attentively, Komer continued to enlighten them: “Mages aren’t invincible. Even a holy archmage has weaknesses. But the strong often manage to conceal or hide their weaknesses and maximize their strengths. That’s why most people only see the formidable side of the strong. But if one is clever enough to observe and analyze, they’ll realize that everyone and every profession has strengths as well as unavoidable weaknesses. A truly perfect and invincible being hardly exists—at most, they’re just better at hiding their weaknesses.”