“Wait a minute! Can we call a temporary truce? This place is too cramped, let’s go outside! If we have to fight, let’s do it out there!”
Andrea rubbed her little hands, her Dragon Tail wildly swaying behind her as she stealthily edged her way toward the cave entrance.
This narrow cave couldn’t possibly contain her Dragon Form, and the human body was hardly resistant to magic.
However, Ailaira Green had prepared everything the moment she decided to lay her cards on the table.
Before Andrea could even unleash the Super Strength of the Red Dragon, she felt a hollow weakness inside her, as if the very strength supporting her body had been drained away.
The entire dragon collapsed powerlessly onto the ground.
Andrea looked back in astonishment at the source of that draining sensation, only to discover that at some unknown moment, a tiny, almost invisible Formation had been etched onto her tail, continuously suppressing her body.
With a light wave of her hand, Ailaira sent the Golden Chains flying, quickly winding around Andrea’s legs and looping into a cute bow right in the cleavage of her chest.
Andrea was strung up in midair in a thoroughly shameful position, her face flushed, body squirming wildly. “Despicable human! You ambushed me! If you’ve got guts, let me down and let’s fight fair for a few hundred rounds!”
Ailaira lounged leisurely on the Sealing Magic Stone, propping her face on one hand. Golden threads curled around her fingertips, pulling the chains on Andrea tighter and tighter.
“Ah! Not so tight! Any tighter and something’s going to burst! I surrender!”
“In that case, let’s discuss compensation, shall we?”
With a beckoning motion, Ailaira drew Andrea closer. She gently stroked the Red Dragon’s silky hair, smiling as she calculated aloud under Andrea’s mortified gaze.
“You’ve been around here for two years, haven’t you? In that time, you’ve repeatedly snuck snacks from my Ranch, causing huge losses, forcing me to switch over to Agriculture.”
“So, Andrea, how exactly do you intend to pay for these massive losses?”
Andrea was dumbfounded. Only now did she realize why that once sumptuous buffet had suddenly vanished, leaving only fruit for dessert it was all because of her. Did she really eat that much? Just three healthy meals a day, and she was careful never to eat her fill for fear of being caught!
Damn it, and she still got found out!
Obviously, when Miss Red Dragon made her meal plan, she didn’t account for her own bottomless appetite. But as for paying compensation? No way, a proud Dragonkind would never bow to a human! Besides, she had nothing to pay with. Everything she owned was in this cave, and the most valuable thing she’d just managed to bring back was this beautiful woman.
Oh… now that one didn’t even belong to her anymore…
Sigh, she’d finally worked up the courage to make a move, and still lost so completely. She thought she’d finally found her own Dragon’s Hoard…
At this, Andrea hung her head in low spirits. “If there’s anything here you fancy, just take it. This is all I have.”
“Fine, you said it yourself.”
Ailaira was never one for false modesty. She hoisted Andrea under her arm and strode straight for the cave entrance. Andrea panicked, swatting weakly at Ailaira’s backside with her restored Dragon Tail in feeble protest, “Hey, hey! Put me down! I didn’t mean myself!”
Ailaira glanced around. To call it a “Garbage Heap” would have been generous; who knew how a dragon could live so miserably? “The only thing of value here is you.”
“Given your pitiful situation, I suggest you pay your debt with your body.”
Andrea bristled at those words, her pupils narrowing into vertical slits. Images flashed through her mind of being locked away in a dark Underground Chamber by this woman, forced into all sorts of humiliating positions, with no sense of night or day.
Damn it! I refuse to become a human’s plaything!
Andrea fell silent, remaining so even as Ailaira stepped out of the cave and into the vast valley, gazing up at the blue sky. Then Andrea’s body began to swell and morph, restoring itself to her grand Dragon Form. The Red Dragon raised her proud, slit-pupiled eyes and spoke in human language, “Human! You’ve grown careless!”
“Pay for your arrogance!”
Black smoke welled up in Andrea’s enormous maw, and the thick, choking cloud spewed forth, instantly blotting out Ailaira’s vision.
Ailaira had assumed she was about to ignite the ashes with a burst of dragonfire, and had already set up her defenses.
Yet as the smoke dispersed, she found there was no scorching dragonbreath only the Red Dragon, once so high and mighty, had vanished.
Ailaira pressed a hand to her forehead in exasperation. She had already set her expectations for this shameless dragon incredibly low, and yet Andrea still managed to surprise her:
“I was hoping to test the upper limit of the Dragon Form’s resistance to magic… Forget it, I should’ve known better than to expect anything.”
Ailaira tapped her feet lightly against the ground and soared into the air, following the lingering trail of magic.
At this moment, Andrea was still crawling rapidly through the Forest, her once-majestic face now beaming with daft pride.
“This is my real escape route.”
“Who wants to fight you, anyway? I can’t even breathe fire.”
A dragon should know her own limits, and Andrea was keenly aware of her own fighting power. At first, she hadn’t known the woman’s strength, so she could bluff a bit.
But the moment she realized Ailaira could suppress her, Andrea had decisively given up on a frontal confrontation.
It was just a shame she couldn’t add that woman to her collection. She’d wanted to cuddle her every night…
No matter.
The tides turn, she’d memorized what that woman looked like. Once she’d cultivated enough, she’d come back for her. No way she wouldn’t win next time!
Keeping up her positive attitude, Andrea dashed ahead until she finally burst out of the Forest. Before her stretched the clear surface of the Lake, reflecting the sparse, star-studded moonlight, and a woman bathed in silver moonbeams.
Ailaira floated in the air before Andrea, the Blue Moon coalescing into a gauzy cloak upon her back, her hair fluttering in the night breeze. The sparkling motes swirling around her were like a Galaxy falling from the night sky.
Andrea was dumbstruck, her gaze involuntarily drawn in by the woman’s beauty, unable to look away.
But she quickly came to her senses, she was running for her life! How had this woman gotten ahead of her? And how could a human fly? Even as a dragon, she couldn’t manage that!
Andrea felt the unfairness of the world, as if all her resistance and strength had been sapped away. She flopped onto the ground, rolling over with a whimper, “Do what you want, kill me or whatever. You can even fly, what can I say? It’s yours.”
Ailaira looked down at the deflated Red Dragon, reflecting on her own past misdeeds, but ultimately decided to lure her in with the method she was best at. “You like treasure, don’t you?”
Hearing this, Andrea returned to human form, sitting on the grass without a stitch on, using her Dragon Tail to cover her private parts and grumbling, “Yeah, what dragon doesn’t?”
If she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t have had such rotten luck getting tangled up with this pervert…
Andrea kept that last thought to herself, and Ailaira didn’t care what she was thinking. She was only weighing whether the expenses to come would balance out the profits.
After just a moment, Ailaira stood high in the sky and snapped her fingers crisply, “In that case, I’ll give you a reason to offer yourself willingly.”
As her words fell, a Magic Circle blazing with golden light unfolded in the night, and before Andrea’s astonished eyes, a Rain of Jewels began to pour down, made of all kinds of gold, silver, and gems.
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