In a blink

A stunning woman emerged from the crystal-clear plunge pool with light brown, waist-length locks that were slightly wavy but still glistening. Her black undergarment clung to her form, accentuating her narrow waist, curvy hips, and full chest.

"Miss Lara, you forgot your robe," Reya called out, craning her neck to meet Lara's gaze. At 1.52 meters, Reya barely reached Lara's chin. Her miss was only sixteen but had grown significantly over the past two years, now standing around 1.68 meters. Reya couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy—Lara had not only inherited her father's height but also his commanding presence. The mighty general of Northem was known for his towering frame, and Lara seemed destined to carry on that legacy.

Reya watched as Lara walked away, her gaze lingering. Her miss had transformed into a breathtaking beauty. With an alluring figure and graceful demeanor, Lara was undoubtedly the most stunning woman in all of Northem.