Therefore, the Dragon King was somewhat hesitant to see Zhao Zhiran, fearing she might suddenly have a whim and want to "borrow" something from him for research.
It could be said that the Dragon King's initially troubled, middle-aged face was a facade he adopted after interacting with Zhao Zhiran... a face specifically for her.
"Sister-in-law..." Following human etiquette, the Dragon King cautiously called out. Unsurprisingly, Zhao Zhiran's eyes flickered, and she smiled sweetly.
She patted the Dragon King's head and said, "Hmm, I like hearing that."
When facing Zhao Zhiran, the Dragon King seemed to shrink in stature. Of course, this might not be an illusion; the Dragon King's human physique was not yet fixed—sometimes he appeared as a youth, sometimes as a middle-aged man, and sometimes as a boy...
It basically changed according to the Dragon King's mood.
The Dragon King, still young and with his fighting spirit undiminished, dared not raise his head before Zhao Zhiran, naturally appearing slightly shorter than her tall figure.
Furthermore, his bowed posture revealed a pair of plump, snow-white breasts before him. The full base of her breasts slanted slightly to the sides, their cherry-pink nipples pointing diagonally upwards. Due to the slightly warm weather, both full peaks glistened with a moist, smooth sheen, as if coated with a layer of fine oil.
Their skin was as delicate as finely fired porcelain, yet vibrant with a captivating pink hue. Beneath their fair skin, faint blue veins lay hidden, adding to their indescribable tenderness…
Moreover, upon closer inspection, the faint, delicate fragrance of her skin mingled with the refreshing scent of her sweat. For some reason, the Dragon King's heart skipped a beat. He, who had never understood the beauty of human females, felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.
Especially when Zhao Ziran raised her hand, the smooth, snow-white skin of her armpit tugged at her breasts, causing the soft, snow-white mounds to sway slightly, especially the nipples. A drop of sweat even trembled and splashed onto his face.
Zhao Ziran seemed to say with dissatisfaction, "You know how to please me, but why didn't you come sooner?"
Zhao Ziran's words seemed to carry a hint of reproach… The Dragon King was speechless. He naturally had some lingering fear of Zhao Ziran, which was why he had arrived so late.
However, at this moment… he felt a pang of regret, especially since, half-unconsciously, out of curiosity, he quietly stuck out his tongue and licked the drop of fragrant sweat from his cheek, letting a strange, subtle fragrance fill the air.
Seeing the Dragon King's seemingly repentant expression, Zhao Ziran felt satisfied and no longer pursued the matter…
Of course, this wasn't because Zhao Ziran was completely forgiving. It's important to understand that in the human heart, there is a vast difference between one's own kind and animals.
Sometimes, even the most effusive flattery from one's own kind may not be as effective as the simple wagging tail of a pet dog, essentially a lack of defensiveness.
The Dragon King, despite possessing immense power and a unique identity, was still the same innocent orca she was when Zhao Ziran, who had "subdued" him alongside Xiao Dong, arrived. Her nearly naked, alluring body, exposed to the Dragon King without any defenses, spoke volumes.
Even subconsciously, she viewed the Dragon King as some harmless little animal, like a kitten or puppy.
However, from any perspective, the Dragon King could never be considered harmless.
He was a thousand times more dangerous than a tiger, often jokingly called a "big orange cat," yet in Zhao Ziran's presence, he was truly like a zoo cat, allowing himself to be petted and stroked.
After some "torture," Zhao Ziran finally relented and released the Dragon King.
She didn't notice that the Dragon King's gaze upon her breasts was now vastly different from before. It was a fixed, unwavering stare, much like the gaze of male researchers who pretended to work but constantly stole glances at her chest…
However, even if she had noticed, Zhao Ziran wouldn't have cared much. No one feels ashamed to be naked in front of a pet, and no matter how direct the pet's gaze, no one would feel offended.
Her breasts were repeatedly "presented" to the Dragon King, and his expression slowly became somewhat unnatural.
He seemed to arch his back.
Zhao Ziran took the opportunity to fondle the Dragon King's horns, finally releasing him only after she was satisfied.
By this time, the strange sensation within her body had almost dissipated. Her nipples had retreated into their pink areolas, only slightly cracked like pink diamonds, like two even more vibrant red cherries nestled within the bulging areolas of a snail, seemingly ready to burst forth at any moment.
Clearly, after this experience, Nen Di wouldn't be as tightly huddled inside as before…
Then Zhao Ziran buttoned up her clothes, concealing this beautiful sight.
Zhao Ziran wouldn't stay here, and the Dragon King obviously wouldn't go to land, so they parted ways here.
Watching Zhao Ziran turn and leave, her inexplicably alluring wasp waist and shapely buttocks, the Dragon King's face showed a hint of unspoken words.
Just now, attracted by those breasts, he forgot to remind Zhao Ziran of something.
When he "killed" Simon earlier, that "dazzling" fireworks display wasn't set off by him. Before he could fully merge, Simon exploded violently first.
Several large clumps of flesh weren't swallowed by his water dragon.
However, being shattered so thoroughly, even an anomaly like him would likely be dead. Although he didn't know Simon's intentions in self-destruction, there was little chance of survival.