Inside the empty Dragon’s Nest, Yisela curled up on the bed, her hands tightly hugging her silver dragon tail, tears constantly wiping from her eyes.
Because wind blew in from the dome of the Dragon’s Nest, Yisela couldn’t help but sneeze.
“Ah-choo!”
She sniffled and then wrapped the tail in her arms even tighter.
Just as she was about to curl up and go back to sleep, her stomach suddenly let out a very untimely dull rumble.
Gurgle.
The sound echoed in the empty Dragon’s Nest, exceptionally clear and loud.
Yisela’s entire face froze. The instant her stomach growled, she instinctively covered it with her paw, her ruby-like eyes first showing a dazed expression, then turning into a look of both embarrassment and anger.
“What are you yelling for! Shut up right now!”
She angrily patted her stomach.
This body was the Dragon God’s bloodline that only appeared once in ten thousand years in the Silver Dragon Clan. Her body structure had always been a highly efficient type.
Before her power was sealed, even if she flew in the sky for three days and three nights, she only needed to eat one meal a month.
But now…!
Sigh.
“It’s only been three days!”
Yisela pouted her little mouth aggrievedly, pressing her small paw against her belly. ‘Before at times like this, I didn’t even know what hunger was. And this body feels off somehow. Just a little movement makes me weak all over, and my face starts heating up.
Could this be the succubus body that ugly god mentioned? Is this the viciousness of that god’s curse?
Not only did it seal my divine power, it also took away my strength, and even changed my constitution! Wuwuwu, that ugly god. When I regain my power, every statue of you I see, I’ll kick it!’
The more Yisela thought, the angrier she got, and tears started welling up in her eyes again. But crying couldn’t solve anything; hunger was the biggest crisis at hand.
What did she do before when she felt hungry?
Yisela’s mind involuntarily recalled a scene: a kingdom’s Imperial Palace. That place had the best roasted meat on the entire continent.
Not the skewers from street stalls, but the golden crispy roasted whole lamb that Empress Sister had specially prepared, marinated for three days and three nights with secret spices, then slowly roasted over a fruitwood charcoal fire.
That flavor—crispy skin, tender meat, sizzling with oil at every bite, with a faint fruity wood aroma—it was exactly like the hometown taste she had on Earth in her previous life!
Slurp. Yisela couldn’t help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
She could still remember clearly the first time she went to the Imperial Palace to freeload a meal. At that time, she had just transmigrated not long ago.
Hearing that there were delicious things in the palace, she slipped into the palace gates without a second thought and flew straight toward the largest hall.
But halfway there, she ran into Empress Keluolinde, who was reviewing memorials. Sister Keluolinde was incredibly beautiful—the kind of mature, intellectual, and dignified beauty.
She wore a deep red palace dress with a slightly open collar, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. Her golden hair was coiled at the back of her head, and her violet-colored eyes were mesmerizing.
At that time, Yisela’s mischievous streak kicked in. She charged straight at Empress Keluolinde and launched her prank attack—her little hand pressed down on the memorial, not letting Keluolinde read it.
“Hmph! This princess is hungry now! Hand over the delicious food quickly!”
Yisela put her hands on her hips and shouted arrogantly. ‘Surely this empress will get angry, right? She’ll definitely have someone arrest me, right? But that’s perfect—then I can show her the princess’s power.’
But she didn’t do that. That empress, who usually shook the entire continent and was decisive in battle, when she saw Yisela, a flash of… delight?
“Oh my, isn’t this our Silver Dragon Clan’s little princess?” Sister Keluolinde not only wasn’t angry, but she put down her pen, stood up with a smile, and walked toward Yisela. “What would you like to eat? The Imperial Kitchen has everything.”
Yisela was stunned. She had asked around on the way up, and heard that Her Majesty the Empress had a particularly bad temper? She had originally planned to let this beautiful, hot-tempered empress taste her power.
Before Yisela could react, Sister Keluolinde scooped her up—yes, like a child—and held her in her arms.
“W-what are you doing! Put me down now! This princess is a Silver Dragon, mmm!”
She pressed Yisela’s head against her chest, her fingers gently stroking Yisela’s silver hair. “Alright, alright, I’ll put you down, I’ll put you down.”
There was a hint of amusement in Sister Keluolinde’s voice. “Let’s eat first. Only when you’re full will you have more strength to make a fuss, right?”
That meal, Yisela ate until her mouth was covered in oil. Sister Keluolinde not only prepared roasted meat for her, but also had various desserts and juice prepared.
She even took her to soak in the Dragon Saliva Hot Spring, exclusive to the Imperial Palace, after the meal.
That hot spring was really comfortable to soak in, with the water temperature just right. When she soaked in it, the scales on her tail spread out. But Sister Keluolinde seemed a bit off.
She always took the opportunity to touch Yisela under the pretext of helping Her Highness the Silver Dragon Princess scrub her back.
Sister Keluolinde’s hands were soft and warm. At that time, Keluolinde held Yisela in her arms, her fingers gently pinching her little dragon horns, then stroked along her back all the way to the tip of her tail.
“Oh dear, Her Highness’s hair seems a bit dry. Have you not been eating well lately?” Keluolinde’s voice had a playful tone, her fingertips lightly circling on Yisela’s especially sensitive tail tip.
Yisela jolted all over, and her tail immediately stood up, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
“W-what are you doing! Don’t touch that place! That’s a dragon’s sensitive spot! Only a mate can touch it! You can’t touch it!”
“Yes, yes, I obey Your Highness’s orders.” Keluolinde agreed verbally, but her movements became even more excessive.
She no longer just pinched the tail tip, but traced along the patterns of the tail, segment by segment, her fingers gently pressing the gaps between each scale.
“The scales here seem a bit lifted. Have you not been sleeping well lately? And this place feels a bit rough. It seems you need to soak in the hot spring more for maintenance.” With each word, her fingertips lingered a little longer, either gently kneading or softly pressing.
Yisela’s dragon tail was completely disarmed by her touch; the strength she originally had to resist was all drained by this strange technique. She could only lie limply on Keluolinde’s arm, her tail tip occasionally twitching uncontrollably.
“Mmm, don’t, don’t touch anymore,” Yisela’s voice grew softer and softer, her face as red as a ripe apple, and even her ruby-like eyes were covered in a layer of mist. “If you touch again, I’ll charge you!”
“Oh? And what fee does Your Highness plan to charge?” Keluolinde leaned close to her ear, her warm breath spraying onto Yisela’s ear.
“Will you use that plate of roasted meat as payment, or do you want me to continue giving you a massage?”
She said that, but in her heart she thought the little one’s reaction was too amusing—she almost wanted to squeeze her into her arms.
After hearing this, Yisela turned and glared at Keluolinde with a puffed-up expression, but her dragon tail behind her honestly coiled around Keluolinde’s wrist, as if to hold onto that sensation that made her both shy and ticklish.
What a joke! It had always been Yisela who bullied others; there was no reason for others to bully her.
So, in that steam-filled hot spring, Yisela unleashed what she thought was her fiercest soft and cute evil dragon roar against Sister Keluolinde.
“Roar! You’re not allowed in! This hot spring is for this princess alone! You bad woman, stay away from me!”
She puffed out her cheeks, then pushed Sister Keluolinde out of the hot spring pool, even using magic to build a water wall to block her.
Keluolinde stood outside, looking at Yisela through the mist, her eyes carrying a hint of regret and that kind of doting expression.
“Alright, alright, I won’t go in.” Sister Keluolinde smiled helplessly. “Then take your time soaking, Your Highness. I’ll wait outside for you.”
She sighed inwardly: ‘This girl, still so easily shy, but that makes it more interesting.’
Every time after eating and soaking in the hot spring, Yisela would feel extremely satisfied, then let out a burp.
Afterwards, she would fly to the kingdom’s border and casually kill a few monsters that came to harass the border.
“Hmph, consider this my payment for the meal!” That was what she thought at the time. After all, she was the Silver Dragon Princess; how could she freeload someone’s food and drink?
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