Clara remained motionless as she watched their act in silence.
Her black eyes penetrated through the soul force barrier, much like any other blood art. Much like the night before, when she tried to monopolise him. It was now Zara's turn to enjoy the act with Nikolai.
'This isn't what I wanted...'
She clenched her fists so tightly that they trembled, watching Zara's hips bounce faster and faster. 'What's so good about all that excess fat anyway?!' Her shout released her pent-up anger as she cupped her chest, still glued to the scene.
Despite the negative emotions flowing through her mind, there was a strange, unexpected trace of delight. A pleasant yet shameful quiver of desire arose in her abdomen as she watched another woman with her husband.
The moment she noticed, this desire grew faster and faster like a seed taking root, and finally, as her hand slid lower, caressing herself, it bloomed.
'No, no, no... I am not this kind of girl.'
