“Back then, I liked you so much, and yet you treated me like this…”
Leia’s gaze drifted uncertainly, as if she were recalling some heartbreaking memory.
“That incident… I’m truly sorry. I… I had no idea you could wake up. Really, I thought… you were about to…”
“No need for explanations.”
Leia gently stroked Mo Ran’s shoulder. That mischievous little hand, clad in a black silk glove, slid smoothly to the fair skin of her armpit. The sudden ticklish sensation nearly made Mo Ran leap right off the bed!
“Uwah!”
“Because no matter how you explain it, you still chose the option of ‘abandoning me.’ So, as the villain here, you deserve to be punished.”
“But why are you the Evil Dragon?”
Mo Ran couldn’t make sense of it.
She stared up at Leia, who was pinning her down, the warmth of the other woman’s body seeping into her own petite frame.
“Yes, because right before I died, a voice asked if I had any regrets~”
“A… voice?”
“Of course, a voice.” Leia nodded. “That voice asked me if I regretted dying under the enemy’s blades—or becoming their slave~”
“Of course I regretted it!”
Leia looked furious, yet deeply saddened. Her pupils glowed with the crimson hue of pure evil, but tears still swirled within them.
In a aggrieved tone, she said, “I’ve liked you for so many years, Mo Ran, but you never accepted my feelings. Instead, you always went off with other women!”
“It’s because… your health was poor. You couldn’t go to places like bars…” Mo Ran tried desperately to explain, but the next instant, Leia straddled her body, silencing the words caught in her throat. All she could manage was a helpless whimper.
“Listen to me.” Leia’s voice turned stern, though she soon slipped back into her own thoughts.
“And I even asked you to watch over me—to hint to you, you idiot Hero, that once the war ended, I’d confess to you myself. But then, right after that battle, you abandoned me! So cruel!”
“Then… do you want to know what I did next?”
“…” Mo Ran had learned her lesson. She knew any response would only bring punishment, so she stayed silent.
“After that, I agreed to the voice. The God granted me a bit of power to do as I pleased—but forbade me from seeing you! Damn it…”
Leia’s fury melted into a sweet smile, the stark contrast shocking Mo Ran all over again.
She remembered Leia as a kind, introverted girl—cute, but never good at expressing herself. What on earth had turned her into this?
“So, I ate the Evil Dragon. No big deal. Then… I used a little power to swallow the God whole. Also no big deal~ That’s the gist of it! Does my cute Mo Ran understand now~?”
Indeed, Leia had turned the tables on the Evil Dragon. She had even shattered the boundaries of dimensions to devour the scheming God—power and all—like they were mere cookies…
It stunned the God himself and left poor Mo Ran with eyes wide in disbelief. She didn’t even know what sound to make.
Eaten.
She’d eaten the Evil Dragon… and the God?!
Mo Ran felt a wave of utter helplessness wash over her. After all, it was that smug old coot calling himself a God who had dragged her into this world in the first place. Now he’d gone and gotten himself eaten without warning. How the hell was she supposed to keep playing?
With what, her head?
Damn it. She could’ve beaten the game before, but now? Even clearing it offered no hope whatsoever. Hell, clearing it might be impossible.
“The view up your skirt is quite the sight.”
“No—!”
Mo Ran saw Leia grinning down at her lower half, a chill running through her. But all she could do was cry out powerlessly.
It wasn’t some ordinary dress—it was more like erotic lingerie clinging to her body. Everything had been Leia’s design, the inevitable “ending” awaiting her the moment she awoke.
Smiling, Leia said, “You used to be quite the fighter, didn’t you? So here’s two options for you. Sound fair~?”
She held up one finger and prodded Mo Ran’s soft cheek, flicking it upward as she pulled away.
“I’ll unlock your chains. You fight me. Lose, and it’s punishment.”
“And if I win?” Mo Ran asked, her voice trembling.
At least she wouldn’t lose her virginity here, right? Though she had no clue why she cared so damn much about that. Back when she was a carefree guy, she’d never have acted this embarrassed.
“Win, and you’ll get a reward~”
Something about it felt off to Mo Ran.
Losing meant punishment, while winning brought rewards.
Hadn’t she heard this strange phrase somewhere before?
But whatever, she decided to let it go.
Mo Ran couldn’t find any reason to win.
“Then, if I… if I don’t fight?”
“If you don’t fight, then we’ll just get started right away~” Leia blurted out, as if she’d been eagerly awaiting this moment.
“Get started with what…?”
“Of course, starting to do all sorts of fun things! Capturing your heart can only be done this way, so I specially prepared a woman’s body for you. That way, you’ll come to like me from the bottom of your heart, hehe~”
“Wait a second!”
Realizing she was cornered with no way out, Mo Ran suddenly shouted to stop—and in that instant, the Evil Dragon actually halted her wandering hands.
“You haven’t explained everything clearly yet. How exactly did you bring me to this place? And where are the other members of the Hero Party?”
“Are you an idiot? The Hero Party hasn’t even been formed yet.”
Leia shot her a glare, then seemed to remember something as her expression turned sad once more.
“You abandoned the other members of the party too, didn’t you? I know—in the end, you were the only one who made it to the finish line.”
“That was unavoidable, wasn’t it?” Mo Ran retorted.
Everyone in the party had made the ultimate sacrifice, and as for their wounds, Mo Ran could only say she was powerless to help. If even one of them had shied away from facing death, the final outcome wouldn’t have been the Evil Dragon’s defeat.
“What about your decisions? You only did it that way to sacrifice us, didn’t you?”
Mo Ran was at a complete loss for words.
Because yes, that was exactly right.
Ever since the heroine’s sacrifice, she had grown utterly despondent, burning with a desire to immediately hunt down that damned Demon King for revenge!
As a result, battles that disregarded all costs and focused solely on victory had dragged on right up until the Evil Dragon’s dying breath.
“But none of that matters anymore. Now, I am the Evil Dragon, and you’re about to give birth to a whole litter of little babies for me. This is the hero’s ultimate fate, oh~”
As Leia reached for the ties of her little skirt, Mo Ran let out desperate cries for help—but they changed nothing. She could only thrash her arms and legs against the bed in futile resistance, though even that silent struggle came to a halt under Leia’s aggressive advances.
“No, I was really wrong! I swear I won’t abandon you again, waaah, stay away from me…”
This was her final act of defiance.
But it was all too late.
On this stormy night crackling with thunder, whose cries rang out the loudest?
Perhaps it was the Thunder God’s?
