"You... you..."
Her small chest heaving violently, Ailar was beyond livid.
As an exceptionally talkative Brass Dragon, she was currently "speechless with rage."
"Aaaaah! Dammit! This is just too much!"
Seeing Ailar's puffed-up, angry look, Friel just wanted to say that no dragon cared.
"Thanks for the compliment."
"You!
Aaaaah, you're infuriating me!"
Ailar was so angry she didn't know what to say.
If you tried to insult these Chromatic Dragon for being wicked, these guys with their bizarre logic would actually think you were praising them.
"Alright, instead of obsessing over this here, you should really think about what to do tomorrow."
"What?"
Ailar didn't understand the meaning behind Jona Velli's mysterious words.
Jona Velli smiled slightly and spoke calmly.
"Probably tomorrow, a certain mysterious guest will grace White Crystal City with their presence.
When the time comes, I hope you can fend for yourself, hahahahaha."
Ailar froze. A mysterious guest, coming here, that mischievous laughter... Could it be... "You told Sister Sasha?!!"
Jona Velli didn't give a direct answer, only offering a wicked smile.
"Heeheehee~ Who knows about such things?"
With that, Jona Velli gave Friel a look and left the palace first.
Looking at the departing Jona Velli, Friel showed a look of excitement.
That look just now... "Humph~ Is she finally starting to catch on?"
Saying so, Friel left a spatial mark on Ailar.
As long as she wanted, she could teleport Ailar to her side or locate her at any time.
"Enjoy the time you have left, hahahaha~"
With that, Friel strode away, leaving Ailar alone and bewildered on the spot.
Was I... set up?
...Following Jona Velli's scent, Friel arrived at her living quarters.
Now, this place had long since been converted into a grand villa, looking very imposing.
Friel pushed the door open and walked in; her rapid pace indicated that her heart was neither calm nor without expectation.
Soon, she saw the open bedroom door.
Stepping inside, she happened to see Jona Velli lying on her side on the bed.
Jona Velli had changed out of her little dress and was now wearing an ice-blue silk camisole nightgown.
Her snow-white skin was clearly exposed to the air, and one of the straps had slipped down onto her arm.
With a dainty fist propping up her head, a faint smile on her lips, and a seductive, lingering gaze.
*Gulp—*
Seeing this wonderful scene, Friel only felt her throat go dry.
She saw Jona Velli raise a delicate hand and beckon toward her.
"Come here~"
"Mm..."
As if possessed, Friel moved her feet, and with a thought, her clothes completely vanished.
These clothes were merely constructed from magic; for someone as impatient as Friel, they were completely redundant and in the way.
*Creak—*
Friel climbed onto the bed, instinctively reaching out to embrace Jona Velli.
Suddenly, an evil smile curled on that exquisite little face, showing an expression of a successful scheme.
Jona Velli suddenly lunged, catching Friel off guard and pinning her down onto the quilt.
Friel's fiery red pupils widened; just as she was about to speak, she was silenced by warm, soft pink lips.
Her brain was completely emptied by Jona Velli's offensive, leaving her unable to think or resist.
"This time... I'll be the one in control. This is punishment for you bullying me last time!"
Mmm~
Q~
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Wooo wooo... One day later.
Jona Velli, still wanting more, manifested her clothes and stood up from the bed.
Looking at the scene around her, she curled her lips in satisfaction.
Meanwhile, the person on the bed also slowly sat up at this time, muttering to herself.
"I didn't expect a Dragonoid body to have such a wonderful feeling..."
*Gulp—*
Friel suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with excitement and greed.
"Again!"
Jona Velli looked at her, and her mind couldn't help but recall Friel's crazy, greedy, and bold appearance.
Even though she was the one in control, why did it feel a bit strange?
"No, don't forget, Sister Sasha is coming today."
Hearing Jona Velli's words, Friel clearly showed a look of annoyance.
"Tsk... How bothersome."
With that, Friel's entire body erupted in flames, burning everything on her... to ashes.
Miraculously, while Friel sat on the bed, the quilt and other items showed no signs of being scorched.
Jona Velli's traces also condensed into ice crystals and slowly dissipated.
"What? Are you unsatisfied, you small fry?"
Jona Velli put on a smug expression, her small hand lightly covering her mouth.
Seeing Jona Velli like this, Friel's mouth twitched; she felt her hands itching and wanted to go play again.
As for why Jona Velli knew Sasha and the others were about to arrive? Because that cheap Karen in her mind had already reported through the contract.
'Eldest Sister, two Metal Dragons are rapidly approaching the Jesup Continent. Do you need me to intercept them?'
'No need.'
'Understood.'
..."This White Crystal City is really fun, I don't want to go back... *Sigh*..."
Ailar had already been wandering around White Crystal City for a day.
At first, the residents of White Crystal City were wary of her and even reported her to the Enforcement Team.
The patrolling White Crystal Knights and automated alchemical puppets also discovered Ailar.
Just as they were preparing to take her away, it was a certain Fenni who came to help her out.
"Does Lady Ailar not want to return to Dragon Island?"
The little spirit sat on Ailar's shoulder, tilting her small head.
"Although Fenni has never been to Dragon Island, I've heard quite a few things about it."
Ailar held a roasted chicken leg and took a bite.
"Is that so? Like what?"
Fenni rubbed her chin, thinking back.
"For example, that Dragon Island is harmonious and full of love, things like that."
"Well, that's true, but don't you think that's very boring?
Compared to a calm and easy life, I still prefer talking with others, telling different stories, and seeing this colorful and passionate world."
"Is that how it is?"
"Of course. Think about it, the world is so big, and all sorts of bizarre things are everywhere. For example, why do dwarves only have a soft spot for big butts?"
Hearing this, Fenni's expression froze. She instinctively looked up and saw, not far away, a Dwarf blacksmith staring intently at a Minotaur outside a restaurant.
His gaze remained fixed on that Minotaur's large backside, his level of obsession keeping him frozen with his heavy iron hammer raised.
"Uh..."
"Heehee~ You're curious, right?"
Ailar's giggle came; clearly, she wasn't speaking without reason but had thought of it after seeing this scene.
"Uh... you're right, but I actually know why."
"Oh?"
Ailar became interested.
"Tell me the details."
"That's because..."
While they were still talking, an abrupt clamor broke out.
Turning to look, they saw a sturdy, middle-aged man with white hair chasing after a handsome black-haired guy, talking incessantly about something.
"Gris, you're still so stubborn. Why just won't you believe me?"
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