The air in the laboratory was filled with a fresh medicinal fragrance.
Andrea took a deep breath; unlike the sinister drug labs she’d imagined, Ailaira Green’s laboratory was so clean it was beyond words.
Every instrument and test vial was arranged neatly, set within easy reach, and not a speck of dust could be seen on the shining tabletop.
Andrea’s gaze landed on the simmering liquid in the iron pot.
She noticed a hint of exhaustion in Ailaira’s brow, and asked curiously, “Did you stay here all night?”
“Yes, time is money. With good alchemical materials, you have to make use of them right away.”
“Materials…” Images from last night flashed through Andrea’s mind, the scene in the study, how she’d been squeezed dry to the point of dehydration.
She glared resentfully at the unremarkable transparent liquid. “So the reason you tormented me until I was half-dead last night was just to use me for potion-making!?”
Ailaira took a vermillion plant root from a dusty wooden box and tossed it into the pot.
The liquid instantly turned blood-red, bubbles rising and bursting on the surface like flames, casting an evil red glow over Ailaira’s cheeks:
“Relax. With my skill, I guarantee every part of your body will be used to its utmost potential. For example, this potion, the main ingredient is your bathwater. Nothing special about it, but after my refining, it’s been reborn. Now, all it lacks is the final ingredient, and it will become an unparalleled perfume.”
Ailaira seemed especially interested when speaking about her own creations.
Unfortunately, Andrea only caught the words “bathwater”.
Then she exploded.
With a sweep of her dragon tail, she snatched the broom from Jody’s hands and swung it fiercely at the back of Ailaira’s head, shouting in shame and anger:
“Pervert! Bastard! You heartless maniac!”
Ailaira didn’t even turn her head.
She raised a hand and easily blocked the broom.
A Magic Circle unfurled in an instant; once again, those familiar Golden Chains shot out, binding Andrea’s limbs and suspending her from the ceiling.
Andrea swung wildly, turning the room into a makeshift swing as she cursed Ailaira’s immoral behavior:
“You stole my bathwater without my permission—Ailaira, you, don’t tell me you have a secret crush on me!”
“I see. So this was your scheme all along! Your goal is to trap me at your side, to satisfy your filthy possessiveness!”
Ailaira’s ears twitched; the noise made it hard to concentrate.
She glanced at Andrea, her tone flat: “Who was it that, upon our first meeting, tried to lure me home? Hard to say. Who’s really coveting whom in secret?”
“That’s different! I was pursuing beauty that’s a noble principle Dragonkind are born with!”
“Then this is just a Witch’s nature.”
Ailaira forced herself to ignore Andrea’s interference and tossed the last ingredient into the pot.
The scarlet liquid immediately mellowed, taking on an alluring sheen and a scent that mingled innocence with budding desire, like a plump, ripe fruit that made you want to take a bite.
Even the noisy Andrea’s gaze became fixed on the pot, and she began to salivate unconsciously.
She shook her head forcefully, redirecting her focus to Ailaira.
As the liquid cooled, Ailaira produced several more vials, lining them up in order.
Each potion had been refined from a different Red Dragon essence, their colors varying in intensity.
She needed a test subject to confirm the effects of these concentrated versions.
And as luck would have it, someone had delivered themselves to her door—no need for Jody to put aside her own work.
“Andrea, remember to describe your sensations clearly.”
Without waiting for Andrea’s response, Ailaira opened the lightest-colored vial and poured a drop onto her own wrist.
A rich fragrance immediately burst forth, curling around Andrea and enveloping her in a hazy veil, outlining an enticing figure more felt than seen.
As expected, Andrea’s gaze was captivated, but perhaps her anger at Ailaira was stronger than her physical reaction; she still shouted furiously, “It feels like my heart skipped a beat, just like when I first met you, but it’s not especially.”
“Wait, why am I listening to you and cooperating so obediently? Come over and let me bite you twice, then I’ll help with your experiment!”
While Andrea’s left and right brains battled, Ailaira used Cleaning Magic to remove all traces of the lingering scent, then promptly opened the second vial.
This time, Andrea was completely stunned, she couldn’t even speak.
The cycle continued, each time Ailaira opened a new vial and applied a drop, until finally, she reached the last one, dabbing a spot on herself.
The sound of chains shattering echoed in her ears.
Looking up, she saw Andrea’s eyes bloodshot and crimson, a crazed grin on her lips, tongue flashing scarlet.
Driven by desire, Andrea erupted with an unprecedented strength, snapping the chains of magic.
She adjusted her posture and lunged at Ailaira.
Ailaira was knocked down, both of them falling to the floor—the icy ground did nothing to calm the frenzied Red Dragon.
Andrea straddled Ailaira’s waist, her dragon tail winding around the inside of Ailaira’s thigh.
Her hands pinned Ailaira’s wrists.
Salivating, she bent low and bit down on the edge of Ailaira’s collarbone.
Blood trickled into her mouth and flowed through her body, making her already restless blood boil even hotter.
The sharp pain in her chest made Ailaira instinctively try to move, but she was shocked to find Andrea’s strength was now terrifying—at least, in her unprepared state, Ailaira’s raw strength was no match.
But if she had this kind of strength, how did I manage to pin her down last night?
Unless Andrea actually enjoys being passive…otherwise, it must be the effect of the last potion.
Ailaira wrapped her arms around Andrea’s waist, grabbed her dragon horns from behind, and simultaneously triggered the System’s appraisal:
【Andrea】
【Status: Excited, frantic, mentally stimulated, destructive impulse, Desire Poisoning (her mind holds nothing but thoughts of breeding)】
….
【Development Progress: 29%】
I didn’t expect Andrea’s Development Progress to rise so quickly.
Is it because the potion was made with her own materials that the effect is already showing?
Although the System can’t assess the value of inanimate objects, judging by Andrea’s reaction, the purer it is, the more it drives people mad—and even stimulates hidden potential.
When her musings ended, Ailaira noticed Andrea was already tearing at her clothes in a frenzy.
Not wanting to delay her research, Ailaira immediately used Cleaning Magic to purge the scent from her body.
With her “bait” gone, the Red Dragon, deprived of her prize, spun in agitated circles, and only then suddenly snapped back to her senses.
Looking down at Ailaira—half-dressed, her skin exposed in broad snowy swaths—Andrea swallowed instinctively, but this time, there was no perfume at play.
Recalling the frenzy just now, she realized she had at least achieved her wish of biting Ailaira, though, for some reason, she still felt unsatisfied.
Wiping the blood from her cheek, Andrea smoothed her lips until they were flush and red, her gaze dazed as she stared at the row of vials on the table.
A bold idea began to take shape in her mind.
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