Xuefei was one of the rare great powerhouses on the Camiran Continent, and this wasn’t reflected merely in her combat prowess.
The Holy Sword marveled that she believed it, but what was even more unbelievable was that, even in this situation, there wasn’t the slightest conflict in her heart?!
Her mental strength and thought processes far exceeded anything the Holy Sword could have imagined.
“So, Hero… Xuefei, do you have any plans for the future?”
“None.”
Xuefei’s response was firm and decisive. She stood up, returned the Holy Sword to the wooden coffin, and continued packing up the items in the room.
Anything useful went into her Pocket Space; anything useless went straight into a large sack for destruction.
The Holy Sword was left dumbfounded.
It watched as the old belongings and clutter around it were packed away one by one by Xuefei, leaving its own spot looking increasingly barren.
In other words, it would be its turn soon.
Would Xuefei discard it?
“…”
“Holy Sword.”
Xuefei surveyed the nearly empty room and finally turned her gaze back to it. Her expression hadn’t changed once since the two of them had first met.
“Xuefei, I’m here.”
“I won’t do anything about it. You’re simply recounting a piece of history to me. Right now, I’m preparing to hunt down those heroes who dared to touch a single scale from the Evil Dragon.”
“You…”
The Holy Sword was at a loss for words, but there was nothing it could do.
After all, Xuefei had foreseen this even before her fall to Evil Corruption.
Once corrupted, her mindset fully embraced the reality of it. Trying to drag her back to her past self was nothing short of a pipe dream—far more difficult than changing someone’s fundamental personality.
“Xuefei, there’s one more thing your past self wanted me to pass on to you.”
“Out with it.”
“If you truly love Leia that much, then beware the gods.”
“That’s it?” Xuefei planted her hands on her hips and tilted her head, looking impatient, as if she’d just endured a long, dull story.
“Yes. Because even you couldn’t discern the gods’ true intentions, so above all, stay vigilant.”
…
Time passed in a blur. The blazing sun hung high overhead, bathing the land in its glow. Sunlight streamed through the crystal-clear glass windows, painting beautiful patterns across the floor.
Before heading to the restaurant, Xuefei sought out Leia.
The Dragon King stood before the office, perusing a stack of documents. Gone was her usual formal gown; in its place, she wore an opulent long dress that radiated regal authority, commanding respect without a word. Her silver-white hair gleamed like flawless diamonds in the sunlight.
When she spotted Xuefei approaching, Leia’s furrowed brow relaxed.
“Little Xuefei, it’s not even noon yet. What brings you here?”
Her eyes drifted to the large box cradled in Xuefei’s arms. A flicker of surprise crossed her face, though she knew exactly what it was.
“Leia, take a look at this.”
Xuefei set the box gently on the ground and lifted the lid. With a familiar flourish, purple-red energy lifted the Holy Sword into the air. For a moment, Xuefei imagined herself as a sword-wielding immortal soaring through the skies—but this was no bizarre comic book world.
She probably wouldn’t wield the Holy Sword in battle ever again.
Leia watched the floating blade with composure at first. But when Xuefei said nothing, she ventured a puzzled question.
“Xuefei, is this the Holy Sword? Does that mean…?”
“I found this thing while cleaning my room,” Xuefei confirmed with a nod.
“Is that right?” Leia smiled serenely and took a sip of her tea, her expression betraying no emotion. “Actually, I already knew about it.”
“You knew everything?” Xuefei was stunned.
Her past self clearly hadn’t realized just how deeply Leia understood her.
In other words, Leia had been fully aware of the Holy Sword—and even the relayed memories—all along. Xuefei couldn’t help but marvel at how naively her former self had believed she could stir up trouble under Leia’s nose.
Evidently, the moment she’d become the Little Evil Dragon, her fate had been sealed.
Xuefei closed her eyes for a moment.
“As you can see, the Holy Sword revealed a great deal to me. But if you already knew, Leia, there’s no need to go over it again.”
“Does that mean you want to betray me, Xuefei?” Leia cut straight to the point, probing for her reaction.
With Leia’s child growing in her belly, now that Xuefei knew the full truth, would she turn against her?
Rather than expose everything outright, Leia had left the door open, giving Xuefei this chance. It was a test—to see if she would truly come to love her.
Would there be betrayal? Hesitation? An unbreakable bond?
If not, Leia would employ methods beyond Xuefei’s wildest imagination to bind her even more tightly to her Dragon King.
To be honest, Leia hadn’t expected Xuefei to actually tell the truth about the Holy Sword. This was another kind of betrayal, but the one being betrayed wasn’t her—it was Xuefei herself.
However, seeing Xuefei’s utterly indifferent gaze, Leia had already glimpsed the answer in her heart.
“What nonsense are you spouting, Leia?”
Deep down, Xuefei actually desperately wanted to resist. But in reality, she had resisted for several months with zero results—she really should have given up long ago!
Not to mention, there was a child in her belly. Oh no—a Dragon Egg.
She wanted to run away from it all, but getting pregnant with Leia’s child basically sealed her fate for life! Moreover, Xuefei had this vague premonition: once the Little Dragon Girl in her belly was born, without Leia around, it would be like being deprived of a mother’s love. She would surely grow into the kind of brutal, bloodthirsty evil dragon from the First Playthrough!
No way!
My child has to take after me. She absolutely cannot become that kind of evil being!
…
It’s definitely not because I like Leia or anything.
Xuefei clearly wasn’t about to spill all her inner thoughts. She puffed out her cheeks a little sulkily and shot Leia a resentful glare.
“Of course I’m pissed off. I was that kind of person before, no denying it. But you never said a word about it, Leia.”
“Sorry~ Little Xuefei~”
Suddenly, she felt even more affection for this adorable Little Dragon Girl.
Leia spread her arms wide, pressed her legs together, and beckoned Xuefei to sit in her lap.
Xuefei planted her hands on her hips, silently turned her head aside, her fair and pillowy cheeks puffing up slightly. She didn’t accept Leia’s doting.
How’s she gonna coax me now?!
“Xuefei, come here~”
But at Leia’s call, all of Xuefei’s wariness melted away. She stepped forward—yet in the instant she was just one step from Leia—
The next moment, her lips were claimed in a kiss.
“Mmm… mmph.”
Damn it, so soft… so good…
It felt like sweet nectar pooling in her mouth—so alluring, so intoxicating…
At this range, Leia’s scent was overwhelmingly clear. Without thinking, Xuefei let out a contented hum.
“Mmm…”
“Hehe~”
Afterward, Leia released her, licked her own cherry lips, and left Xuefei standing there flushed and dazed.
It was just a deep kiss—an intimate gesture that spoke for itself.
Xuefei’s cheeks burned like ripe apples, her whole body tingling with numbness.
Leia’s body was only slightly larger than hers, but every time they kissed, Xuefei felt Leia towering over her, full of security.
“Feeling happy now?”
“Not happy!” Xuefei snapped back to reality with a burst of petulance.
What the hell? Kissing me out of nowhere—is this her idea of an apology?? Or does she finally feel bad about locking me up and bullying me every day?!
“Perverted freak! Dead pervert!”
Suddenly, memories flooded back: even before the Evil Corruption, Leia had been pretty extreme. At the slightest disagreement, she’d drag Xuefei to some weird room and ravish her senseless. By the end, her legs would be too weak to stand!
Sometimes, Leia would fuck her until she blacked out, begging her master for more!!
A huge chunk of those recovered memories revolved around the Evil Corruption, scenes so steamy they made her blush and her heart race. Hell, most of the Evil Corruption stemmed from Leia’s bottomless lust!
God, what a mountain of embarrassing history…
In stark contrast was Leia.
She grinned dopily, flowers practically blooming above her head. On her face—seven parts mature, three parts youthful—her smile rippled out as naturally as waves on water.
The Hero she’d personally corrupted into darkness, who even after regaining her past-life memories still refused to pull back from her fall and kept pouring out confessions of love… it was way too thrilling~
Was there anything in the world cuter than Xuefei?
Leia was dead certain there wasn’t.
“If Xuefei wants it, I can still treat you like that, you know?” Leia licked her lips with lingering relish, practically extending an invitation.
Xuefei was convinced: if she said yes, Leia would haul her straight to the bedroom and fuck her right then and there!
Just imagining that debauched sensation made her cheeks burn hotter.
Should I go… or not…?
Damn it…
Leia’s tempting me again!
Is this what Evil Corruption is? One slip-up and you’re totally trapped in her web.
“Damn it… I don’t like you at all!”
