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Minerva opened her mouth, her tongue reaching out to tease Naviga's clit, tasting the sweet juices dripping down her petals. Naviga gasped as Minerva's tongue flicked against her, sending shivers down her spine. Her hips bucked, craving more of the exquisite torture only her miss could deliver.

Minerva captured Naviga's clit between her lips, sucking gently as her fingers dug into Naviga's cheeks. She pulled her maid closer, devouring her in a frenzy. Naviga's hips jerked involuntarily as Minerva drew the tiny nub between her teeth, applying just enough pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure straight to her brain.

Minerva plunged her tongue into Naviga's molten heat, laving at the velvety inner walls, consuming the very essence of her being.

Naviga, desperate for relief, began to grind against Minerva's mouth, utterly lost in the onslaught of sensation coursing through her. Minerva responded to Naviga's fervent movements, her mouth claiming every drop of the maid's delicious wetness. She groaned as Naviga rotated her hips, rubbing her drenched folds against Minerva's face.

With a cry, Naviga's hips stilled, her thighs clamping around Minerva's head as a violent climax ripped through her. Minerva drew her head back, gazing up at Naviga, whose eyes were half-closed in ecstasy. Breathless and wanting, she said, "That's what I've been missing,... taste yourself on my lips."

Minerva drew Naviga into another scorching kiss, sharing the taste of their combined desires.

Naviga's full lips parted, moist and inviting as her tongue swept the remnants of their combined essences from Minerva's mouth.

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After their baths, they took their time to prepare, each in their own way. Minerva emerged first, her presence commanding attention the moment she stepped into view. She wore an exquisite black dress that clung elegantly to her figure, accentuating every curve with precision. The fabric shimmered faintly under the soft light, drawing the eye without being ostentatious. Her red hair had been styled into a regal crown-like updo, strands artfully arranged to frame her face and cascade delicately around her head like a halo of fire. Her crimson eyes were lined with dark kohl, enhancing their intensity and giving her an almost feline allure.

The dress left little to the imagination, its design highlighting not only her confident posture but also the subtle yet undeniable curves of her body—her waist cinched perfectly, her hips defined, and even the gentle swell of her chest visible beneath the fabric. She exuded an air of seduction and authority, as though she were both a queen ruling over her domain and a temptress unafraid to wield her power. Every piece of jewelry she wore was chosen with care—exclusive, intricate, and perfectly complementing her bold ensemble. She looked every bit the embodiment of confidence and grace, a vision that demanded admiration.

Naviga, on the other hand, approached her appearance with far less extravagance. Having once lived as a man, she did not feel drawn to bold or elaborate clothing. Instead, she opted for simplicity: a plain purple dress that fell loosely over her slender frame. The fabric was soft and understated, lacking any embellishments or patterns, yet it seemed to glow against her pale skin. Her choice of jewelry was equally minimal—a few pieces of black adornments that added just enough contrast to enhance her natural beauty without overwhelming it.

Despite the simplicity of her attire, Naviga's ethereal features made her stand out effortlessly. Her silver eyes sparkled with an otherworldly light, reflecting both strength and serenity. Her long white hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her delicate face and lending her an almost celestial aura. There was no need for elaborate styling or flashy accessories; her innate elegance spoke volumes. Even in something as unassuming as a plain dress, she radiated an unmatched beauty—one that could rival royalty itself. If Minerva resembled a fiery queen draped in allure, Naviga was akin to a moonlit goddess, serene and captivating in her subtlety.

Together, they formed a striking pair, each embodying a distinct kind of grace and charm.

After they emerged from their respective rooms, they made their way to the garden at the back of the villa. The garden was a serene oasis, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Lush greenery surrounded them, and the gentle rustling of leaves provided a soothing backdrop. Minasa, who had disappeared earlier, reappeared silently, her presence as composed and steady as ever.

Minerva took her place at a white wrought-iron table set beneath the shade of a sprawling tree. The table gleamed faintly in the dim light, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen. Minasa approached Naviga, who was busy brewing tea for Minerva. The delicate aroma of the tea leaves—known as *Celestial Moonblossom*—wafted through the air, carrying with it an almost magical essence that seemed to calm the mind and soothe the soul.

Minerva accepted the steaming cup of tea from Naviga, her red eyes glinting with quiet authority. She glanced at both Minasa and Naviga, her tone firm yet warm. "I already told you two to sit with me," she said, her voice carrying a note of gentle command. "Aunt Minasa, Naviga, sit here with me."

Despite Minerva's words, neither Minasa nor Naviga moved immediately. Over time, they had grown so accustomed to seeking Minerva's permission for even the smallest actions that sitting without her explicit instruction felt unnatural. It was instinctive, ingrained from their past interactions. Only after Minerva repeated her request did they finally comply.

Minasa walked around the table and took a seat opposite Minerva, her movements deliberate and graceful. She settled into the chair with an air of quiet dignity, her sharp gaze softening slightly as she placed her hands on the table. Meanwhile, Naviga continued preparing the tea, carefully brewing a fresh cup for her sister, Minasa. Once done, she placed the teapot gently on the table, its intricate design catching the fading light. Pulling up a white wrought-iron chair from a nearby table, Naviga positioned herself between Minerva and Minasa, completing the small gathering.

The three of them sat together in companionable silence, sipping the hot tea brewed from *Celestial Moonblossom* leaves. The tea's subtle sweetness mingled with a hint of floral notes, leaving a lingering warmth in their chests. Each sip seemed to carry with it a sense of tranquility, grounding them in the moment despite the trials they had endured. The evening air was cool against their skin, and the faint hum of nocturnal insects added to the peaceful ambiance of the garden. For now, there was only the quiet comfort of shared company and the simple pleasure of tea under the stars.

As they sipped their tea, the gentle clink of porcelain cups against saucers filled the quiet garden. Minasa reached into her spatial ring. With deliberate care, she retrieved the Violet Inferno Flower, placing it gently on the table before them. The flower seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, its mesmerising purple hue shifting subtly as though alive. Tiny wisps of fire danced along its delicate petals, casting faint, flickering shadows on the white surface of the table. Around it, a faint trace of spatial energy lingered, intertwining with the fiery aura in a way that was both beautiful and unnerving.

The Violet Inferno Flower was a marvel to behold, its beauty transcending anything found in the mundane world. It was clear at a glance why this flower was so highly sought after – its essence was perfectly attuned to fire element magic cultivators. While it carried a hint of spatial energy within its composition, the flower's primary affinity was undeniably fire. Its potential applications were vast, but one of its most renowned uses was in crafting the Velvet Flame Potion.

The Velvet Flame Potion was a concoction brewed for fire elementalists. When consumed, it enhanced their comprehension of fire elements, allowing them to delve deeper into their cultivation and unlock new levels of mastery over flames. Beyond its use in cultivation, the potion also served as a powerful explosive agent, capable of unleashing devastating bursts of energy when utilised correctly. This dual-purpose nature made the Violet Inferno Flower not only a tool for growth but also a weapon of immense power.

After placing the Violet Inferno Flower on the table, Minasa turned her gaze towards Minerva, her expression calm but tinged with a hint of caution. She spoke slowly, her words measured and deliberate, ensuring there was no room for misunderstanding.

"I think you already know how to use it, Miss," Minasa said, her voice steady. "If you choose to swallow it directly, you must be prepared to endure immense pain—utterly devastating pain that will course through your body. It is not something to be taken lightly." She paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. "Alternatively, we can brew the Velvet Flame Potion. It will take time to prepare, but it is far less dangerous."

Minerva listened intently, her crimson eyes fixed on the flower as though she could already feel its fiery essence coursing through her veins. After a moment of contemplation, she raised her head and met Minasa's gaze. Her tone was resolute, unwavering, as she replied, "I know, Aunt Minasa. But if I swallow it whole, it will yield better results than the Velvet Flame Potion. Yes, there will be pain—but pain is not a problem for me."

Her words carried a quiet confidence, a testament to her determination and strength. Though the prospect of enduring such excruciating agony would have deterred many, Minerva's resolve remained unshaken. She understood the risks, yet she also knew the potential rewards—a deeper connection to her fire element, one that could elevate her cultivation to new heights. For her, the choice was clear.

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