The Bored Immortal

Brad squinted his eyes, "I knew it…so it was Umi all this time in your mind. Sigh…I don't feel surprised at all, but you already know where she takes her classes, right."

"Yeah, but I have never gone there before. Can you give me your phone so that I can use the maps to navigate? I don't wanna get lost. But first, let me send you off home."

Brad waved his hand, "No need to bother about me. I have already phoned my secretary. He will be taking me home in that giant car even if I tell him I don't need a car that even exceeds military standards. Anyway, here is my phone, but you have to tell me what is really going on later, alright?" Brad waved the phone before Viktor as if he was teasing a kid with candy.

Viktor grabbed the phone and said with a shake of his head, "You are really too into gossip these days."

Brad awkwardly chuckled, "Ha, at my age, there are not many interesting things to do cause I feel like I have done it all. Besides, your stories always interest me more than those boring books I read just for the sake of gaining some wisdom."

Viktor amusedly smiled and then made sure Brad's secretary first arrived despite Brad telling him it was alright. Since Brad was old, he didn't want to leave him alone in such a crowded place where all sorts of people pass through, especially since his status wasn't ordinary in this society.

Soon his secretary came, and Viktor sent Brad in his car while he booked a taxi to get to the place where Umilia took her yoga classes.

While he was sitting in the car, Viktor was restlessly tapping the armrest of his seat while looking at the phone to see how much longer it would take to reach her place.

He even placed 75 dollars on the front seat, telling the driver to keep it beforehand and also told him there was no need for change.

Meanwhile, a few miles away, Umilia was in a small building where she was walking around a hall large enough to accommodate thirty people at most and had wooden tiles and well-painted walls that provided quite a comfortable and pleasant ambiance for those inside.

She had rented this place to teach yoga to women, and right now, she had thirty women of all sorts of ages in the hall doing yoga by learning from her.

Some were teenagers while others were in colleges or working young women while the rest were housewives and some few old women who cared very much about their health.

A few of these women were ex-military, and Umilia's friends she met through her cafe and offered to teach them if they wanted, especially since meditation could help ease their minds after the things they have experienced on the battlefield.

All of them were currently in a meditation pose since the classes were coming to an end soon, and Umilia was walking around with a glazed expression, her mind drifting away in some other world.

She was so distracted she wasn't even bothered about the number of boys and men peeking at her from the windows outside on the first floor. 

Their eyes were totally glued to her dazzling face that had an alluring charm, her hour-glass figure, especially her voluptuous breast perfectly accentuated by her gray sports bra that seemed to have a hard time holding in her full soft, and firm breasts without revealing her deep cleavage.

Her toned stomach looked slender and curvy towards the hips, while her firm yet curvaceous buttocks were made more prominent by her black cotton yoga leggings that tightly hugged her slim legs and soft thighs.

The way her light olive skin was glowing with the aftermath of exercise only made her look even more seductive, and even with a simple low pony hairstyle, its simplicity only highlighted her charms even more.

And the way her supple breasts jiggled a bit as she sauntered through the room made the men feel that not even the AC in the corridor was able to cool down their skin.

She already had many admirers before, but today the number of youngsters and men looking at her from out the window was even more than before, especially because recently it seemed like their goddess astonishingly enough became even more beautiful just like that, to the point they felt their throat going dry just at the sight of her and their hearts thumping loud enough to make their heads feel dizzy.

Whenever her glimmering light green eyes looked in their direction, they would immediately feel as if their souls got bewitched by those eyes and got trapped within them.

Other than these changes, she now had a dignified and noble aura emanating from her, making her seem even more unreachable but a celestial fair floating in the skies.

They were sure they had never seen such a beautiful woman in the world before. Some even looked up the internet for the most beautiful women on the planet and compared them to Umilia, only to shockingly realize how all of them looked like mere mortal girls before their goddess.

How could someone so beautiful not be famous like a famous actress or at least a model? Were others blind, or was there some other reason? Or, most importantly, how the heck was she single? Or was there no man that matched her standards? This was something they felt, especially now after seeing the radical changes in her. 

But these people had no idea that Umilia had gotten tired of refusing film and modeling agencies more than a hundred times after they invited her to try modeling or acting as at least a side job, if not a career.

No matter how many times she refused, they would still keep on trying since how could they let such a beauty get wasted in a yoga class or a cafe? Her true potential was something they couldn't even imagine and the amount of money that might follow her fame.

However, Umilia was not interested in gaining fame or wealth but instead all she wanted was to repay Taya for the favors she had showered on her kindly. She was already satisfied and happy with what she had and never sought for more.

All of these guys knew that Umilia was single, which was the main reason they all held great hopes in their hearts of at least entering her noble eyes even if they knew they were unworthy. But they couldn't think of a single man in the world who could be worthy of being her man, not even the most famous handsome or richest man in the world seemed worthy to be in her presence, so why not let one among them try and see?

After all, the more unobtainable the fruit of immortality seemed, the more men would desperately want to obtain it.

But these people had no idea that right now, their goddess was deeply thinking about someone…a man who had already stolen her body, soul, and heart tens of centuries ago.