Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 76: Magic (Mild R)

Khalifa gaped at the bottle in front of her, using the ability to make it float again.

She closed her eyes and opened it again, now certain that she was indeed seeing the water energy lifting it up.

But it dropped down and the ’magic dust’ disappeared, when she started to overthink about what she was doing.

Apparently hearing the sound it made, a knock promptly sounded at the door, followed by a soothing masculine voice.

"Are you alright, Khalifa?" It was the professor, and he sounded worried.

"Yes, I just dropped something by accident…" she said, unsure how to begin.

"Okay, call me when you need help."

"Okay, thanks professor." She said, before returning to her pondering.

She took a deep breath to calm down her excitement. She closed her eyes and concentrated, sharpening her sight, trying to see the glowing dust again.

Hngggg

Sure enough, there were magic particles floating around!

Well, not exactly.

There was still a difference, but she was talented enough to convert it immediately.

This must be the so-called supernatural aura she had read in the book. It was different to magic in the way apples differed from oranges.

It was simply like two different voltages needing an adaptor, which apparently came naturally to her.

She felt that there should be other differences, like an additional energy source for the conversion, but she wasn’t in the mood to think too much.

In any case, there’re magic elements!

She could use magic!

She could be sure to defend herself from those damned zombies now!

But her excitement calmed when she realized why this was so, why there would be such a change in the first place!

This meant the air had already begun to change.

The Apocalypse was coming.

Khalifa’s shoulders slumped, but she quickly shook her head and buried the worries away.

Anyway, that was something inevitable and something she had already prepared for, anyway.

Instead of dwelling on things she couldn’t control, she might as well focus on her own abilities.

She looked at her space, wondering if there would be changes. However, she didn’t expect that it would grow twice as large!

Did she reach some sort of semen threshold?

She looked at the light bottles in front of her, concentrating.

She made them all float using the water around. Then she tried creating water droplets and she did.

But it was increasingly difficult as time went by. Until she couldn’t control anymore.

She could see the particles but they didn’t listen to her anymore.

Her lips pursed. Was the level of this body too low?

Did she need more… semen?

Ugh.

She felt complicated. She had always been powerful on her own in her past life. But now she seemed to have to depend on men?

The feminist in her was a little triggered.

Sigh.

Anyway, she knew sex was not only enjoyable but also good for her abilities, and she might as well do more of it when she could.

Now that the development of her home was on-track, she thought she could enjoy the remaining weeks in promiscuity.

She looked at herself in the mirror, beautiful as always.

But… it could be more beautiful.

One of her abilities as a mutated water mage was keeping her skin supple, full, and milky.

Her skin was known to be dozens of times better than a newborn.

And this was what she did. She manipulated her own body fluids, increasing the hydration level of her skin, increasing the production amino acids and urea.

She opened her eyes and even she was fascinated with her reflection.

She turned her head and looked at the door with sly eyes.

The men would love this.

…

Cauis adorned a small bath towel as he sat on a chair near the bathroom door, ready for Khalifa’s call, should she need help.

He was currently alone in the room, as Kaize was called by his agent a few minutes back.

The door creaked open, and his eyes gravitated toward where she was, as it always did.

Then the door creaked open, and immediately it felt like the oxygen in the room was sucked out.

"Khalifa?!" He uttered out, standing up in shock.

Khalifa had always been beautiful, but he never in his wildest imagination could think she could be even more so.

Her jet black hair was now gorgeous luminous silver-blue hair that cascaded like a shimmering waterfall. Her ethereal shining cerulean eyes like the deep sea, now completely bright and shining.

And her skin… her skin was unbelievably soft and supple and white, he doubted it should be existing in real life.

There seemed to be a soft glow that enveloped her—incredibly fascinating— and the mist and dampness from just taking a bath was making her shimmer like a fairy.

She was perfect before, but now she was inhuman.

A goddess.

A goddess that could not be violated by anyone…

And he wanted to fuck her so badly.

Khalifa smiled as she hooked a strand of her luminous hair behind her ears, sauntering to him with the grace and elegance that characterized her.

At this point his shaft was already hard as stone.

She placed those soft hands on his chest, pushing him back down the sofa.

Caius’ eyes never left her, and he was having trouble breathing.

Khalifa smiled and leaned down. His eyes dilated as she approached him, letting him see just how supple her skin was and how magical her orbs were.

"Do you like what you see, professor?"

"Hmm.." was all he could say, gulping.

She led his hand to her bouncy breast and he almost had a nosebleed.

It was even fuller than before, yet somehow softer. He didn’t even know that was possible.

"I’m not pregnant, but I can have milk in my breasts now… want to taste?" She asked, tone innocent, but it boiled his blood to the point of suffering.

She placed her knee in the middle of his legs, and her mounds leveled to his eyes.

Khalifa guided the confunded professor to one of her breasts and he began licking it while his other hand pinched the other.

"Hmmnnn…." She hummed, hand massaging Cauis’ soft hair.

So delicious, he mused, even better than before. Cauis licked and nibbled and sucked her breast with increasing passion, loving every taste of her.

Cauis’ brain had officially died when he really tasted her delicious milk—and the taste was not like what he imagined.

It was smooth, sweet, and incredibly refreshing.

More, he wanted more.

And if he had any feeling in his leg he’d have thrown her to the bed the moment he saw her.

But right now, he was just playing with her breasts in fascination, not feeling the suffocating pain of his member.

It was like he was in shock, except the pain was welcomed.

Khalifa leaned down, placing a seductive hand under his chin. Her velvety voice ringing pleasantly in his ears,

"Want to experience something more fun?"