"Heh heh, stop? Why should I stop? Is it wrong to admire beautiful things? Hahaha, seeing Saint Iliana like this makes me feel extremely delighted." Komer approached with a feigned smile, his fingers suddenly lifting her delicate cheek like lightning. Tears brimmed in her eyes, her graceful nose twitched slightly, and her cherry lips remained stubbornly clamped shut. The look in her eyes did not hide her disdain and hatred for Komer, mixed, of course, with a measure of fear.
Komer felt an itch in his heart that was hard to endure. He gently pressed his finger against her soft lips, the slick, damp sensation pleasing him greatly. This little woman truly seemed like a delightful gem. Yet, it seemed a pity to conquer her just with Uma's aid. Carefully grooming her for a while might be a good choice. If Uma completely dominated this woman's body and mind, it might become a bit dull.
