The mere thought of being forcibly injected with genes to conceive a dragon egg, then contentedly nestling at Miss Evil Dragon’s feet—it sent a bone-deep chill racing up Xuefei’s spine.
Absolutely not!
Even though her body had become thoroughly defiled, Xuefei refused to allow complete mental submission.
All along, to resist the Evil Dragon’s power, she had maintained an outward facade of utmost respect while inwardly fighting back every single moment, desperate to keep her nightmare from becoming reality.
“Hoo… haa haa.”
She panted heavily, like a prisoner ensnared by an aphrodisiac, transformed into a hopeless addict.
This condition dragged on for several minutes before finally subsiding. Yet as time wore on, those insidious thoughts continued to gnaw relentlessly at Xuefei’s mind.
She had come to call this state “Evil Corruption.”
“No matter what, I can’t get pregnant…”
She squeezed her eyes shut, double-checked that no one was eavesdropping, then shoved the bed aside and pried open the wooden coffin hidden underneath.
Nestled inside was a magnificent treasure sword.
Its design radiated solemnity and purity, its diamond-encrusted opulence priceless beyond measure.
Or more accurately, only the term “Holy Sword” could truly do it justice.
“Holy Sword, guide me…”
Xuefei hadn’t made zero progress on her escape—she had even claimed a small victory.
…Or so she believed.
Over the course of several months, she had secretly swapped the fake Holy Sword for the real one. Keeping it concealed in their cozy love nest, where they shared a bed every night, had made the task anything but simple.
If she were caught, Xuefei had no doubt she’d be hurled onto the bed in an instant. After the inevitable frenzy of passion, who knew how many dragon babies she’d end up carrying.
Ever since arriving in this world, it was the Holy Sword that had guided her.
It was also the Holy Sword that had convinced her beyond doubt of this world’s cruel deceptions.
“…”
“Wake up—I’m your master!”
But no matter how Xuefei called out, the Holy Sword lay there inert, as if it were truly dead, offering no response whatsoever.
Did it require her name to activate?
“I am your master, the Hero, named…”
No…
Wasn’t her name Xuefei?
Impossible. Why couldn’t her mind recall her original name? It was the very name she’d used ever since transmigrating to the Camiran Continent.
Had that recent bout of “Evil Corruption” deepened her submission to that woman, wiping it from her memory?
If Xuefei was the name Leia accepted, then she shouldn’t have any other name at all.
Damn it…
Could she even activate the Holy Sword now?
“Holy Sword! If you won’t help me, then poor Xuefei is doomed to become nothing but a heartless breeding machine!”
She stared at the pristine blade, praying that each plea would summon the voice of her old friend.
Yet her own girlish, pleading tone only plunged her despairing heart into deeper gloom.
But this time, the Goddess of Luck appeared to be on her side.
“Hello, Master. It’s been a while.”
An emotionless mechanical voice emanated from within the Holy Sword. That frigid tone alone reignited the faint spark of hope in Xuefei’s chest.
“Holy Sword, you’re finally awake?!”
“Yes.”
“I thought you’d been brainwashed too. Ahem… But how did you recognize me as the Hero?”
“I’ve been awake all along,” the Holy Sword replied at a leisurely pace, sounding for all the world like a doddering old man. “But your appearance… Could it be the Evil Dragon Curse?”
Tears welling in her eyes, Xuefei nodded. She sat cross-legged on the floor, gazing at the Holy Sword in the wooden coffin.
“That’s right. I’m already hers—that Evil Dragon’s—and sliding even deeper into depravity. Is there any way you can help me escape that woman?”
“Defeat her.”
“…”
The Holy Sword’s flat declaration nearly sent Xuefei toppling over in a faint. She pinched the bridge of her nose, nursing the pounding headache.
“Are you really in your right mind, Holy Sword? You think I stand a chance against that monster?”
Impossible. Utterly impossible.
Leia had devoured the Evil Dragon. She had devoured the gods who ruled this world. Xuefei couldn’t even dream of leaving it—not that it would matter. Even if she somehow escaped, Leia would find a way to hunt her down or follow her across worlds.
“What about the Hero Party?” the Holy Sword suggested.
“The Hero Party, huh?”
Xuefei bowed her head.
If the day she had lost her virginity for good marked the moment the Hero was destined to arrive on the Camiran Continent, then several months from now—today, in fact—the world-saving Hero Party should still be green and untested.
Once, in order to defeat the Demon legion, Xuefei had abandoned all her teammates. Relying on sheer luck and a bit of trickery, she managed to take down the Evil Dragon. From that perspective, the Hero Party’s role was beyond doubt.
But…
She was no longer part of it. Nor was there a heroine named Leia.
The path of this world had already diverged completely from the Camiran Continent.
“That’s a good idea, but Holy Sword—are you sure I’ll be hunted down everywhere as the Evil Dragon?”
“Yes.”
“…You’re awfully blunt.”
A silence stretched on for several minutes before the Holy Sword asked, “Is your body still intact?”
“No.”
Xuefei had tried already. There was no way to revert to human form.
She’d held out some hope of recovering her original body, but after sharing a bed with her, Xuefei’s form had fully merged with the Evil Dragon’s. Even if she recovered her past memories and broke free from the Evil Dragon’s hold, there would be no going back.
Xuefei let out a sigh.
“If defeating the Evil Dragon on the first playthrough was S-rank difficulty, then what’s my difficulty level for beating it now?”
“Please wait. Calculating.”
The Evil Dragon of this world was outrageous enough as it was—one of the toughest threats among all the worlds crying out for salvation.
If it had been outrageously rare before, what was it now?
Forget actually defeating Leia. Even escaping would take burning incense and begging the gods for mercy.
“…”
“Hey, Holy Sword. Got the calculation yet?”
“Still calculating. Please wait…”
Was this really so hard to compute?
Maybe the difficulty was off the charts, overloading the Holy Sword’s circuits. No, no—defeating Leia was absurd from the start. It was probably too much to ask.
A few more minutes passed before the Holy Sword finally spoke.
“If the Hero requires an exact figure, the final result is SSSSS…”
“Stop, stop!”
Xuefei waved her hands in a frantic pause gesture.
She had a bad feeling that if she let the Holy Sword keep going, it’d spit out a number more hopeless than the digits of pi!
For now, she needed to figure out how to escape this place.
Come to think of it, the Hero Party’s Miss Great Sage was a magic expert. If she could find a magical communication device, she could reach out to Miss Great Sage and brainstorm a solution.
Xuefei rubbed her chin, lost in thought…
In the end, she could only count on herself at a time like this.
~~~
In the Demon King’s Palace, a seductive and glamorous woman was draped in an opulent black gown.
Her scarlet eyes outshone even the blood moon that heralded disaster. Her pressure alone was enough to shatter the mind of any foolhardy hero who dared intrude.
Right now, she watched with keen interest as another Dragon Princess appeared in the Magic Orb’s reflection. Her cherry lips curved upward in a smile, and the woman—or rather, Evil Dragon Leia—purred in a captivating voice:
“Cute little Xuefei, finally, I’ve caught you~”
