Dora smirked as she looked at Aether, her lips curling with devilish amusement. With a subtle flick of her fingers, she said in a flirting, taunting tone, "Splendid, my disciple... Now, can you handle this?" A shimmering pink mist burst from her body, spreading outward like a blooming flower of desire, floating directly toward Aether.
Aether's eyes narrowed in response. He immediately raised his hand and waved it with forceful precision. A gust of wind, sharp and controlled, surged from his palm, slicing through the air. The pink mist scattered like fragile petals, vanishing as though it had never existed.
But then, without warning, a wave of heat surged through his body.
!!!
Aether stiffened as a sudden, maddening warmth crawled over his skin. Every nerve in his body seemed to jolt awake, pulsing with overwhelming sensitivity.
