The reflection of distant explosions flickered in her sharp eyes. Yumi folded her arms, lips curling with a playful smirk as her mind wandered to that perverted brat she met yesterday. Interesting? Yes. Funny? Also yes.
But if we are talking about taste… that middle-aged virgin was far more enticing. The thrill of taming a man that innocent… it was much more satisfying than dealing with a boy who barely understood anything but getting horny.
Yumi was always drawn to things that were hard to obtain. Men who guarded themselves carefully, whose hearts were locked tight, who did not crumble just because she stood near them. Zephyr, the Saint Archer, that charming man, he truly stirred her curiosity.
But interest did not equal loyalty. There were many games she could play in this world, and she had every right to enjoy them all.
