Are we really going to fight right here?
No way—this is a restaurant! Never mind how pricey everything is; even so, two Evil Dragons duking it out here would look pretty ridiculous!
It’d be like two kung fu masters pitting crickets against each other—no room whatsoever to show off their skills.
“But before that…” Leia suddenly remembered something. She picked up her goblet and drained the nectar-like wine.
She wrapped her arms around Xuefei’s slender waist. At that moment, their eyes were just a finger’s breadth apart.
Suddenly, Xuefei felt a soft touch on her lips, followed by her mouth filling with the sweet aroma of wine.
“Mmm… mmph.”
“Delicious, right?”
“Not comfortable at all—I was practically suffocating!” Xuefei protested, brandishing her little fist.
“Hee hee~” Leia covered her mouth in a mischievous grin.
“Xuefei, you strike first?”
After all, it was always her taking the lead in bed. In an especially good mood today, she graciously yielded the initiative to Xuefei.
The candle flames flickered faintly. Half the steaks on the plates remained untouched, and Xuefei’s sparkling wine was still half full…
“Alright, take this!”
In an instant, Xuefei’s little fist blurred into a shadow. She gathered her immense power—enough to shake mountains—and unleashed a full-force strike straight at Miss Evil Dragon’s chest!
She was certain her past self never had this kind of destructive power!
It wasn’t due to any weird grudge against that spot. It just seemed like the least likely place to cause serious injury.
Though they called it a fight, Xuefei had no desire to hurt her opponent.
“…”
Did it land?
So soft—like tofu, but even more springy. What a touch to savor.
Xuefei felt a spark of delight. She’d expected Leia to make her eat a brutal counter right away, but her opponent hadn’t retaliated or even flinched. She just stood there, stock-still.
Damn—no damage done!
Now Xuefei stared at her fist planted against the other’s chest, while Leia gazed back at her in bewilderment…
Weird.
Why did this suddenly feel so lewd…
But if it was Xuefei doing it, then it was fine~
“Xuefei~” Leia flashed a charming smile. “Are you so eager to skip the foreplay and jump straight into bed? Look at you, all pent-up. You really crave this, don’t you?”
“Hmph, mine aren’t any smaller than yours, you big-boobed dragon!”
“So if your breasts aren’t smaller than mine, and I’m a big-boobed dragon… what does that make you?” Leia asked with an amused smile.
“I’m your wi— No, no!”
She’d almost fallen for Leia’s trap. Damn it.
Getting close to an Evil Dragon really did stir up those feelings without warning.
Xuefei backed up a few steps, eyeing the Evil Dragon—Leia—wary.
“Back when we were in the Hero Party, we sparred a few times, remember, Xuefei?”
“Twice, I think.”
“Yeah. You won both. You even told me not to keep fighting because it was pointless…” Leia tilted her head back slightly, as if peering into the past.
Xuefei remembered it well. Back then, Leia had been green as grass—superb with a sword, but with barely any real combat experience under her belt—yet she’d boldly challenged her to a duel.
Now it all made sense, her [Obsession] included…
But this wasn’t about pointlessness anymore. Losing meant punishment!
And everyone knew what kind of punishment…
Xuefei had dreamed of giving birth more than once. She’d even dreamed of her days as a mother.
In that blissful reverie, her daughter was a handful, full of mischief. But Xuefei forgave her every time, even reading her stories each night. When Leia returned to the bedroom, the three of them would embrace and drift off to sleep together.
…Xuefei suddenly realized something. Two female dragons would only have a daughter—no sons possible. In a way, that dream was already fated to come true!
“Anyway, Leia, get serious! This doesn’t even look like a fight!”
Xuefei could see echoes of the Evil Dragon they’d once subjugated in her: that terrifying magical power and stamina, those powerful wings that let her soar effortlessly through the skies, treating the entire Camiran Continent like her personal playground.
Especially her eyes.
If there was one difference, it was that this Evil Dragon brimmed with complex emotions now—above all, an obsessive love for her.
“Does Xuefei really want to fight that badly? Fine then…”
Leia raised her hand. Purple-red magic coalesced before her like a Treasure Orb. In an instant, waves of violet light eroded the candlelit dinner scene, plunging it into darkness before reshaping it into something entirely new.
This place was…
The site of the Evil Dragon subjugation?
The arena was vast, easily rivaling five soccer fields in size. Tilting one’s head back revealed a ceiling adorned with murals depicting ominous scenes, while floor-to-ceiling windows glowed with an eerie light that dazzled the eyes. Jewels of every description lay piled haphazardly in the corners, lending an air of extravagant luxury to the opulent palace. Yet all of it was shifting, crumbling into the shattered remnants of post-catastrophe ruins—a sight that stirred inevitable regret.
Behind Xuefei roared a blazing inferno.
Behind Leia loomed a shattered throne.
This was the very site of the first playthrough’s battle against the Evil Dragon—the place where Xuefei had encountered the Gods and received their promise to return her to her original world.
Was it an illusion? Or perhaps a barrier?
“I’m coming for you, Xuefei?” Leia called out with a kind warning. She hadn’t changed her clothes, still clad in her black-themed gown.
Deep purple magical power coiled around her arms. Xuefei knew full well what it signified: the Evil Dragon’s ultimate defense, Magic Scales.
Of course, every one of the Evil Dragon’s skills was second nature to her now.
Seeing Xuefei wield the same powers as her own, Leia licked her lips, her voice brimming with indulgent affection.
“Beat me, and you’re fine. Lose, and there’s punishment waiting, Hero~”
“Is this a recreation of the Evil Dragon subjugation battle…?”
“Exactly,” Leia admitted without hesitation. “But I never got to witness that fight firsthand, so it’s always been a regret of mine.”
That regret was gone now.
This time, Leia was taking part in the battle herself—albeit in a different form…
Two immense powers erupted from their bodies, unleashing energy so potent it threatened to tear the Camiran Continent apart. In a flash, the forces collided. Scorching rays ravaged the palace, on the verge of reducing it to rubble.
Even the Evil Dragon herself, right before her devouring, had never dreamed her power could reach such heights.
Destructive force on the scale of countless nuclear blasts was far too much for Leia’s cozy little home to contain. Only a barrier like this could accommodate the wanton devastation wrought by not one, but two Evil Dragons.
One moment, it was a hellscape of blazing fire; the next, roiling thunderclouds crackled with overwhelming might. Then the world dissolved into stark black-and-white flashes of clashing energies, transforming into a merciless grinder of flesh and bone. Anyone foolish enough to stumble into it would be reduced to nothing but wretched pulp.
Whether the clash lasted a mere instant or stretched across millennia, the two malevolent forces at last reached a conclusion.
Xuefei, naturally, was the loser…
Inside the barrier, the massive boulder beneath Leia looked like a mere shard of the fractured world. Behind her unfurled a dazzling, multicolored galaxy.
A silver-haired Dragon Princess lay there, seemingly exhausted into a deep slumber, her face devoid of expression as she rested sideways on Leia’s thigh. Far from repulsed, Leia gazed at her with eyes soft as spring water, stroking the scantily clad Xuefei with the tender care one might lavish on a priceless treasure.
She cradled Xuefei’s silken silver tresses and clasped her pale little hand.
“Cute little Xuefei.”
“I did warn you—losers get punished~”
