Avatar - Conquering the Elements-Chapter 172

City of Tienhai. Police Headquarters.

In her office on the second-to-last floor sat the Chief of Police. Nothing around her hinted that a woman, albeit a formidable one, ruled this space. Every detail screamed of strictness—toward herself and those around her. Even seasoned officers didn't like lingering here for long, and younger cops stood at attention immediately. It was worse when her piercing gaze seemed to look straight into your soul, as if searching for every flaw.

The entire male staff agreed unanimously: Kuvira should've been born a boy—it would've made more sense. Aside from her stunning figure, there was nothing feminine about her. Though a few had seen her act shy and adorably around Senator Yo, no one believed those fantasists.

Right now, the scene was entirely different: Kuvira's eyes sparkled as she flipped through a magazine of women's fashion. A noticeable blush graced her cheeks, making her even more attractive.

*"Lingerie has become so vulgar so quickly..."* Kuvira thought, staring at the thin straps of panties that barely concealed anything on the model, instead emphasizing her graceful curves. *"Or have I just fallen behind the times?"*

It wasn't just Kuvira asking this question. New clothing designs "exploded" every season, shocking with their boldness, novelty, and sometimes even tackiness. No one would ever know who was behind it. Only two half-human/half-spirit beings knew the terrible secret: Celine and her father. The father shared his ideas with his daughter, who then sketched and refined designs, sending them for free to fashion houses. Most likely, the mastermind behind this rapid diversity in clothing was simply tired of the monotony of local styles. Their soul—and eyes, of course—craved change. And when change doesn't come, create it yourself!

In recent years, Kuvira had refocused on herself. Her free time was spent caring for her appearance. She wanted to look irresistible for one particular person. Her love for her savior hadn't faded. Honestly, she wasn't even bothered that he already had many women. Instead, it motivated her more—there'd be a place for her in his heart too. It was a shame he still saw her in a completely different light... something similar flickered when he looked at his grown children. But she wouldn't give up!

Her confidence dimmed slightly when she saw his women in person. Each was beautiful, intelligent, and had a unique charm. With her muscles, she was far from the elegance of Azula or the otherworldly beauty of Gaia and Dria. So, she leaned into her strengths: long-forgotten acrobatics training returned, and her workouts became not just practical but added more seductive curves to her figure.

*"The final step—Yo's heart!"* she often repeated to herself. His women had already given her the "green light"—she just had to win her own happiness. They wouldn't hinder her, but they wouldn't help either. That suited her just fine.

It felt like the universe itself blessed her path. In the past few years, the city had seen no serious crimes, and most cases weren't criminal—giving her plenty of time to focus on herself. Perhaps thanks should go to the Senator, who, after taking down the Equalists, actively cleaned up criminal elements using mystical methods. Though those thoughts were outdated now; she realized Yo used life energy. Ten people under her command, nicknamed "bloodhounds," had raised case closure rates by sixty-seven percent. Some had a sense of smell rivaling a bloodhound's, others could eavesdrop from a kilometer away, and some had truly eagle-like vision.

Glancing at the clock, Kuvira quickly prepared to leave.

*"Almost missed lunch with Yo!"* she thought. Though the headquarters had its own cafeteria, she preferred walking a few blocks to spend time with him. The café they met in almost every workday wasn't her favorite, though. Specifically, she disliked the waitresses... Yes, "Auntie's Embrace" had a bad reputation among women.

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City Hall. Top Floor—Senator's Offices.

In a spacious, bright room, sounds of heavy breathing filled the air. Near towering cabinets stuffed with clothing, Zhu Li Moon—the terror of officials at all levels and Senator Yo's right-hand woman—stood with her derrière provocatively thrust out.

*"Has my butt gotten bigger again?"* Zhu Li wondered, as the black tights she'd just bought refused to rise past a certain point.

Running her hands over her muscular thighs, she admitted the life energy training had added pounds. But it wasn't just "fat"—it was functional tissue, letting her jump higher, run longer, and recover faster. Over time, mandatory self-defense training and a rich diet transformed her from a somewhat "dull" girl into a true femme fatale. Even other women enjoyed watching her hips move—so hypnotic and mesmerizing.

It's worth noting that people overall looked far more aesthetically pleasing. Of course, this mostly applied to those studying life energy, which loved smoothing out imperfections. With daily practice, skin became clearer and softer within a month, hair regained its shine, and eyes their "brightness." No wonder everyone, young and old, practiced. Schools were overwhelmed initially with so many eager learners. Even mages joined the frenzy, though they struggled more—spiritual energy didn't like interference.

*"Phew,"* Zhu Li exhaled, finally squeezing into the tights. Quickly buttoning her white shirt, she pulled on a mini-skirt. Its length left nothing to the imagination—so short that bending over would expose her bold purple panties. And no, she only dressed like this in her office and the adjacent one where the Senator worked—both connected by a door. The rest of the time, she dressed appropriately for her character.

The reason for these contrasts lay in one simple yet complex feeling: love. She wasn't unfamiliar with relationships; her pragmatic mind had prioritized ensuring maximum comfort for her body. Now she had a penthouse in a skyscraper, a new car, stakes in several businesses—everything a Tienhai resident could dream of... But with age came realization. What good was a luxurious home if no one waited for her there? What use was money if there was no one to spend it on?

Analyzing herself, she concluded: her past still influenced her decisions. Her family wasn't poor, but calling them middle-class would be a stretch. Her mother worked two jobs to provide for their small family. She always wore decent, if not expensive, clothes, and food was always on the table, even if not always with meat or fish. The man who abandoned them—he'd never be a father to her—left a huge mark on her personality. Perhaps that's why she never pursued relationships with men. Armed with psychology books and articles, she began unraveling her motives and actions.

Over time, it paid off. If she understood correctly, she needed to open up, stop viewing the world—especially men—with hostility. At first, she even felt contempt mixed with judgment toward her direct boss. Who conducts interviews in such a vulgar café? And his bold stares at her lower half? Despite having wives and children already. Four bodies didn't change the fact they shared one mind.

*"And somehow, he's the one I like..."* she sighed, scrutinizing herself in the mirror for flaws.

Grabbing documents she'd sorted the day before, Zhu Li headed to her boss's office.

"Good morning, Zhu Li!" Yo greeted her cheerfully, looking up from his book to appreciate her appearance. No hint of embarrassment showed on her face, but inside... butterflies seemed to flutter within her.

"Good morning," she replied, placing a small stack of papers on his desk. "If you need me, I'll be in my office," she added. As much as she wanted to stay longer, she had plenty of work too. Walking away, she felt his eyes trailing her legs. Without thinking, she slowed her pace slightly, swaying her hips more, letting her boss fully appreciate her assets. *"And I once told myself I'd never become one of those stereotypical secretaries..."*

Two hours later, she returned to Yo's office—she'd run out of stationery, always stocked in one of the cabinets.

*"Too high,"* she muttered, trying to reach the top shelf. After a few seconds, Yo approached from behind, almost leaning against her body.

"Let me help," he said, practically pressing against her. *"Almost there,"* he whispered into her red ear as she felt something hard pull up the edges of her skirt, settling between her legs a moment later.

*"So embarrassing!"* Zhu Li Moon exclaimed internally, while feeling considerable arousal. The thin fabric of her panties was already damp, threatening to soak her tights soon. They'd been playing these "games" for a while—she'd pretend she couldn't reach or do something... then he'd approach to "help," heating things up. They both enjoyed these antics—a great way to relax and break from routine work.

"A little more," Yo said, slowly moving his body forward and back. His strong, large hands had long been on her waist, sometimes drifting lower to gently caress her legs and buttocks.

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"Yeah," she whispered, leaning on the cabinet. Only it and his hardness kept her from collapsing. Waves of pleasure made her legs weak. *"This feels so good..."* she thought, nearly letting out another loud moan. She didn't know the soundproofing level here, so she tried to stay quiet, which only excited Yo more. Zhu Li was especially sensitive to his touches—before their first "game," no one had ever touched her intimate areas.

They both knew it was only a matter of time before their bodies merged in ecstasy, perhaps right in this office... But for now, they wanted to prolong the fun.

*"Purple today! One of my favorite colors,"* Yo silently approved her choice, continuing to admire his secretary's toned derrière while stimulating her with his hardness. *"Zhu Li seems ready,"* he thought as her legs squeezed tighter, and he felt moisture on his pants.

They stood like that for several more minutes. Zhu Li recovered from her orgasm while Yo kept teasing her lower half. No point in him finishing—why stain his pants unnecessarily? Afterward, he'd play with her body to his heart's content.

"Thanks for the help," Zhu Li said, adjusting her glasses and trying to act nonchalant—not very successfully. They still stood in a compromising position, Yo's hands possessively tracing her curves.

"A few more minutes," Yo replied, his fingers brushing her lips, erasing any objections.