Meanwhile, in the dressing room, Leia pulled a pair of long-cherished black stockings from the wardrobe. She grinned at Xuefei, who had just slipped into a little black dress.
“Xuefei, you wear white stockings every day. Why not try black ones today?”
“No way.”
Xuefei didn’t even have the habit of wearing stockings in the first place. She wouldn’t call it resistance—they actually felt pretty comfortable once they were on. The Dragon Clan’s body never got smelly like a human’s, and their bodily fluids could fetch top prices on the market… So if you asked what was most valuable in Evil Dragon’s Palace, the answer was obvious: the two Evil Dragons themselves.
Stockings clinging to the skin created a wondrous sensation, and after the maids’ meticulous modifications, they offered excellent benefits for the Dragon Clan as well. Calling it an indulgent silky smooth experience was no exaggeration at all.
But that was just for ordinary days.
Today, Xuefei was the Dragon King!
“Today, I’m feeling willful. No stockings,” she declared with her nose in the air. But in that very instant, her little foot lifted just a touch, and Leia pounced, swiftly sliding the black over-the-knee stockings up her soft, tender calf.
In a flash, it was like white ice cream dipped in a sheath of dark chocolate, hugging Xuefei’s delicate flesh tight. As Leia’s nimble fingers glided past her thigh, she couldn’t resist a feather-light caress—like a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface—teasing the captivating absolute domain of Xuefei’s thigh.
“Mmm~”
“The Dragon King must pay attention to her appearance and decorum. How could she go without stockings?”
Where on earth did this notion come from that skipping stockings ruined one’s decorum?!
But whatever.
They were already on, so there was no point taking them off now. Thanks to the black color, Xuefei swore her legs looked slimmer.
She lifted her other foot slightly, straightening her leg as she crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes, signaling Leia to sheath the other one too…
But that tight, enveloping sensation never came. Puzzled, Xuefei glanced down to see Leia clumsily winding a black satin ribbon around her other slender leg…
Four loops around the calf, three around the thigh, the end tucked snugly against the ribbon itself. The whole thing resembled some exotic leg band, but it covered far more skin than mere stockings. The black against white created a perfect contrast, making it all the more tantalizing.
“Now that’s perfect. Master’s look is even more seductive than usual.”
Seductive? That was an understatement…
Paired with the black dress, the ensemble was alluring without veering into vulgarity. The ribbons lent a sense of restraint, turning Xuefei’s legs into rice dumplings wrapped in bamboo leaves—peel away the layers, and you’d uncover the sweet, irresistible filling within. With her enviable figure to boot, she looked like a goddess come to earth…
Yet the moment Xuefei realized this stunning outfit was on her own body, that surge of inexplicable excitement evaporated, replaced by a flush of embarrassment.
“Is… is this really okay to wear?”
“Of course it is, Master. Didn’t you want to try something different?”
Leia extended a single finger, tracing lazy circles over Xuefei’s thigh as if appraising a fine piece of art—ostensibly checking the ribbon, but in truth savoring one of the most exquisite parts of her body.
Xuefei supposed it wasn’t so bad.
It had been ages since she’d worn black stockings, and with this quirky ribbon added in, who knew? It might actually pull off a great effect.
She had often wondered just what set her apart from Leia.
Power wasn’t the real issue. As fellow Evil Dragons, they both stood above the mortal world. And yet Leia commanded respect as a true sovereign before the maids and everyone else—one misstep, and people broke out in cold sweats, terrified of perishing in an Evil Dragon’s fury…
But her?
They all knew she was an Evil Dragon, and instead of fear, they drew closer. They even played with dolls modeled after her and joined in the fun of hand-feeding her treats.
Damn it…
She felt like she was being singled out for special treatment, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on where things had gone wrong.
Could it be her clothes?
Ever since her transformation into a dragon, Leia had dressed her in pristine white outfits—the polar opposite of her own style. And that habit had carried over even into her current state of Evil Corruption.
Yes, that had to be it!
In movies and TV shows, the oppressive villains always cloaked themselves in black, while the heroes shone in white. There was a reason for that pattern!
Of course. Of course…
Xuefei’s expression shifted from surprise to acceptance, then bloomed into a smile.
“Hee hee, thanks, Little Leia! This outfit is perfect!” Xuefei ignored the glint in Leia’s eyes—even as the latter began scheming how to punish Little Xuefei after the match. Mindful of her role as a maid, Leia replied cautiously:
“Take me to the throne~”
“But it’s mealtime right now.”
“No matter!”
Xuefei stood up and slipped her stocking-clad feet into a pair of cute little leather shoes. Amid the cuteness shone a hint of allure, like a black rose blooming in a cluster of white flowers.
Indeed, putting on black stockings made her feel so much more confident!
~~~
At noon sharp, Xuefei returned to the throne right on time, utterly ignoring the maids’ attempts to stop her. She crossed the leg wrapped in black satin over her stockinged one, mimicking Leia’s pose as she smiled down at the maid who came hurrying in.
“Xuefei… milady? It’s mealtime now. Please, uh?”
Lucy had been overjoyed to finally track down the missing Xuefei. But when she looked up and saw the Little Dragon Girl sitting haughtily on the throne, she froze in place as if time itself had stopped. She didn’t even notice Celi and Leia standing on either side.
“You… what’s this…”
Xuefei’s smile grew even wider.
Surely, that look on her face meant she was already captivated by my charm? Hehe… I knew it. A little change in outfit, and I’m the super fierce, super terrifying Evil Dragon!
Doesn’t this prove I have the potential to become the Dragon King?
Defeat Leia, make her submit completely to me, become the new Dragon King, have her bear me lots and lots of dragon babies—days filled with daughters all around me, surrounded on both sides. How far off could that be?
But when Xuefei opened her eyes, the delightful scene floating in her mind was mercilessly torn apart.
There was the maid named Lucy, clutching her chest as if she were on the verge of suffocating. She shuddered like she’d been electrocuted, and two red streams came trickling out of her nose…
What kind of expression was that? Could it be that I scared her so much she got a nosebleed?
It had to be because of my terrifying pressure, the kind that could swallow mountains and rivers whole!
Seeing things going so well, Xuefei recalled Leia’s movements. She placed one finger on her lips while resting her other hand on the throne, narrowing her eyes slightly in a pose brimming with allure.
Leia could barely hold back her laughter.
“This is… Lady Xuefei’s… new outfit.”
“So… so cute…”
