Chapter 20: Blossoming in Anger

“What do I really want? Good question. I’ve been thinking about that too—what can Miss Clepper offer me?” Komer pressed her tightly against the wall of the altar, smiling at her. At this moment, if she were to launch a sudden attack, Komer feared she might not be able to escape. Yet Komer knew the chances were slim—after all, a woman was still a woman. Once her mental defenses were broken, she would no longer have the will to resist. All she cared about now was avoiding the worst outcome.

Clepper gasped for breath as Komer’s body drew closer, gradually pressing against hers. Her cold, teasing gaze fixed on Clepper, with a faint sneer that seemed to penetrate her very bones. Komer slowly placed her fingers under Clepper’s chin and lifted her face playfully. The intense fear made Clepper forget entirely that she was a powerful warrior second only to the Sword Saint in Sparta, and a priestess revered by thousands at the Temple of Olympus. At that moment, she felt utterly helpless, as fragile as a lamb laid out on a cutting board for slaughter.

Komer was also considering how to deal with Clepper. Although her mind was completely under Komer’s control for now, Clepper wasn’t a naive child. Once this terrifying moment passed, her mind would return to normal, and she would quickly devise ways to counter Komer, perhaps even taking preemptive action. The advantage Komer had now wouldn’t mean much once Clepper became alert.

Revealing this matter wouldn’t bring her much benefit either. Other than giving Xuro and his group an unfair advantage, she wouldn’t gain anything. Komer wasn’t willing to do something that harmed others without benefiting herself. Perhaps it would be better to keep Clepper as a puppet she could control, but how?

As their bodies touched, a strong fragrance filled the air. Komer hadn’t expected that beneath her seemingly pure and inviolable appearance lay such sensuality and intoxicating scent. A surge of uncontrollable desire rose in her. Suddenly, she grabbed Clepper’s chest and tore at it violently. Amid Clepper’s screams, the robe covering her curvaceous body ripped open, revealing her distinctive pink undergarments.

“Hehe, I really didn’t expect it, Miss Klepper. The noble and supreme high priestess of the temple would have such preferences. It’s a shame—without my boldness today, who else could understand the anguish in Miss Klepper’s heart? Don’t you think so, Miss Klepper?” Komer’s gaze was filled with ambiguity, and his fingers even touched her smooth, fleshy chest.

Like being bitten by a snake, Klepper tried desperately to avoid Komer’s fingers, but the evil desire within Komer flared up like a wildfire. His fingers hooked onto the edge of her underwear and pulled down hard. With a rustling sound, the silk dress clinging to Klepper’s body tore apart, revealing her full, swollen breasts, trembling as if two red plum blossoms blooming in the air.

“Ah!” A shrill scream escaped her. Klepper never expected Komer to be so bold and cruel, committing such an act right inside the temple. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and anger, but the words threatening to escape her mouth were suppressed by Komer’s fierce gaze, leaving only two short sentences: “Demon! You will be punished!”

“Punishment? Coming to this world is already a punishment. From birth to death, it’s all part of the punishment process. Do I really care about a little more punishment?” Komer’s sinister smile was chilling, and the sharpness in his eyes was like those of a venomous snake ready to strike.

“No, no, you can’t do this. You’re the lord of Nicomedia. How can you…”

“Hmph, everyone has desires. Don’t you too? To avenge Zelin, to gain pleasure, to satisfy one’s desires—so do I. We each get what we want. Maybe we can both obtain what we desire, right?”

Komer forcefully pushed her onto the ledge beneath the Creator God’s throne in the temple. His hands quickly slipped into her underwear, and with a slight force, the underwear split apart amidst Klepper’s screams. Her naked, bare body was exposed under the temple’s candlelight, its flesh tones emitting endless allure.

“No!” At this point, Klepper was no different from an ordinary woman—trembling and curled up like a helpless, weak lamb. This seemed only to fuel Komer’s frenzied brutality.

After a roar, there was a muffled groan, followed by endless gasps and moans. Her bare, pink legs trembled and struggled under the candlelight, while Komer’s strong, shiny back heaved vigorously in the light.

Comer never imagined he could derive such pleasure from a woman. He had seen women before—Tracy, Lomi, Grace, Kakiya, and Lenta—but when it came to pure pleasure derived from a single woman’s body, Comer had to admit that none of them could compare to the woman beneath him now. The incredibly full breasts in his hands felt so soothing, and his only choice was to savor them endlessly. Her plump, smooth body constantly reminded Comer that she was as mature as a rose about to burst with nectar, ready for anyone to pluck. What surprised Comer the most wasn’t just the pleasure this body brought him, but rather her reaction to his sexual advances. From initial strong resistance to half-hearted compliance, then to reluctant acceptance, and finally to eager submission, her transformation was seamless and smooth, without any hindrance. The physical allure of this mature woman made Comer unable to control himself—he wildly moved his hips, her pink legs clenching tightly around his back, matching his frenzied movements. The sensual atmosphere in the once-pious temple only heightened Comer’s desire. From passive at first to active in the end, Kleiper quickly transformed from a virgin to a woman, her unrestrained wildness even shocking Comer, a veteran in the world of pleasure. If one stripped away the layers covering a woman’s appearance, the truth revealed was truly astonishing—was it the long-suppressed release of human nature or a return to her true self after liberation? The intense sex experience brought back long-lost excitement and pleasure. Comer never thought a woman like her would perform such a wonderful act for him in such a state. As the protagonist of this scene, it was indeed a memory worth remembering forever. When Comer finally erupted in passion and tried to pull himself away, he found Kleiper’s body clinging to him like an octopus, their sweaty bodies intertwined and inseparable.

Komer lowered his head, gazing at the woman beneath him. Under the candlelight, Klepper’s face still bore the traces of ecstasy, her cheeks flushed as she remained immersed in that wonderful feeling. Komer suddenly felt pity for this woman—betrayed in love, unable to extricate herself, yet having devoted over a decade of motherly care to raising Helena to adulthood. What had become of her own life?

From beginning to end, apart from physical contact, there had been no emotional intimacy between them. Yet now, Komer couldn’t help but lower his head and gently kiss Klepper’s rosy lips.

Seemingly startled by Komer’s action, Klepper struggled to pull away, but when she looked up and saw the tender affection in his eyes, she suddenly erupted, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck and pouring her passionate enthusiasm into the moment.

Another bout of intimate affection ensued—scenes too delicate to describe to outsiders.

“I never imagined that matters between men and women could be so enchanting. Is it possible that lust without emotion is just as captivating?” After a long while, Klepper finally asked softly.

Komer was speechless. Pure lust might bring momentary pleasure, but it was fleeting and superficial. Only the union of spirit and flesh could be truly eternal. Yet it was difficult for Komer to express such things now. Had he and this woman reached such a state of unity? Clearly not. And to force himself to utter disgusting love words, Komer thought he might be despicable, but he refused to do so.

“Klepper, emotion and desire are closely linked—passing from desire to emotion, and from emotion to desire. The former is rare, but not unattainable,” Komer said, struggling to find the right words. “Perhaps…”

“You don’t need to say anything. I’m not a child,” Klepper said gently, releasing Komer’s body, who then regained his composure.

“Klepper, I think we should have a proper talk,” Komer said after a long silence.

“Talk about what? What do you want me to do?”

“There are many topics. Klepper, you need a richer life—not spending all your energy in narrow circles. You’ll discover how wonderful the world is.”