Inside the bedchamber, candlelight flickered, casting the entangled shadows of two figures upon the walls.
Qin Qingyue was overwhelmed by desire, fully displaying the dominance and possessiveness unique to the Black Dragon Clan.
She suddenly stood up, pinning Jiang Huai between the cold wall and her own burning body.
Her long, powerful Dragon Tail coiled tightly around his waist like a spirit serpent, lifting him into the air—an action that demonstrated her absolute control.
“Is this alright?” Qin Qingyue asked.
Jiang Huai, pressed hard against the wall, let out a muffled groan, but did not resist: “It’s fine.”
Because of the Black Dragon Mark, in moments of passion, his attachment and yearning for Qin Qingyue were intensified to the utmost, as if every inch of her body exuded a fatal allure that he could not escape.
The Black Dragon Mark on his lower abdomen glowed faintly, radiating waves of warmth.
Jiang Huai lowered his head to glance at it, faintly suspecting that the Black Dragon Mark Qin Qingyue had personally tattooed on him had other uses beyond mere protection.
Would that Five Thunders Descend from Heaven really turn out to be a lie?
A hint of delight flashed through Qin Qingyue’s heart; she thought Jiang Huai’s acceptance of her had grown, no longer requiring force as before, now simply obeying her will.
Jiang Huai was suspended in the air, wholly at her mercy, allowing her to dominate this stormy encounter.
He only lifted his hand, gently threading his fingers through her disheveled hair, filled with endless indulgence.
“Don’t break the wall.”
Qin Qingyue turned her head and kissed the center of Jiang Huai’s palm.
The bed creaked under the strain, blending with the sound of ragged breaths.
This was entirely different from what had happened with Zhuxin.
Back then, Jiang Huai had pinned the other against the window, while now, he was firmly nailed to the wall by Qin Qingyue, his legs unconsciously wrapping around her slim, powerful waist.
Every rhythm and subtle adjustment was controlled by that agile, strong Dragon Tail.
Standing quietly to the side, Tang Zhaoxue was already wide-eyed in shock, her heart pounding like a drum.
This was what a truly powerful woman looked like!
Such dominance, such command over everything, wholly enveloping the beloved within her domain.
She bit her lower lip lightly, almost unconsciously shuffling her feet closer, wanting to witness more clearly.
Her gaze lingered greedily over Qin Qingyue’s powerfully curved waist, Jiang Huai’s forcedly swaying body, their tangled hair, and the suppressed whimpers that spilled from Jiang Huai’s throat.
Catching a glimpse of Tang Zhaoxue’s face, filled with longing and intoxication, Jiang Huai felt a subtle ripple in his heart.
He reached out, cupping Qin Qingyue’s flushed, burning cheeks.
Qin Qingyue, immersed in the moment, looked at him with puzzled dragon eyes, their depths hazy.
Jiang Huai leaned forward, tilting his head to take the initiative, kissing her lips.
This sudden kiss, full of comfort and loving response, made Qin Qingyue tremble all over, as if a current shot up her spine, nearly making her knees buckle.
Tang Zhaoxue watched this display of intimacy—so blatant, so full of favor and affection—her thoughts drifting back to the time in the small world, when
she herself had stood so high above.
And now, before her, he was so proactive in kissing another woman…
The stark contrast, mixed with an indescribable sense of humiliation, rushed through her, yet was oddly mingled with even deeper yearning.
Almost without realizing it, with a hint of self-torment and shame, she let her hand slowly drift down.
But though desire churned in her heart, her body remained unbearably dry.
Like parched, cracked earth after a long drought, all longing but unable to find any relief.
The growing frenzy built up inside her, yet there was nowhere to vent it, not even to find a bit of comfort.
Tang Zhaoxue’s legs went weak, and she collapsed beside the bed curtains, gazing up at Qin Qingyue’s tall figure standing on the bed.
No one knew how long had passed before the storm finally subsided.
The bed was peaceful again, the air tinged with the lingering warmth of their passion.
Qin Qingyue and Jiang Huai held each other, catching their breath.
Suddenly, she raised her hand, giving Jiang Huai a not-so-gentle smack on the back, her tone tinged with jealousy:
“Tell me, did you do something with her in the Secret Realm?” Her fingertips traced the newly added White Dragon Mark on him.
“Look at you, this is already the third mark! What do you think you look like now…?” How did things end up like this?
Jiang Huai could only protest helplessly:
“I really didn’t do anything, I just received the Yin-Yang Body inheritance.” Qin Qingyue pouted, not pressing the matter further, only rubbing the mark twice in a token gesture before suddenly asking:
“Do you have scales?”
Logically, this White Dragon Mark should be similar to her own Black Dragon Mark.
A thought flashed in Jiang Huai’s mind, and he tried to channel the sliver of Dragon Essence from White Dew within him.
Crystal-clear white Dragon Scales quietly appeared on his back, swiftly spreading to cover large swathes of his skin, and even coalesced at his tailbone into a short, ice-crystal Dragon Tail.
A cool sensation enveloped his entire body.
Small, white Dragon Horns grew from his head, his eyes shifting until they became blue dragon pupils.
At this moment, Jiang Huai truly looked like a little white dragon.
“Gulp…” Qin Qingyue swallowed, unable to resist reaching out and touching his Dragon Horn.
“Not bad, not bad at all…”
It was simply too beautiful.
“Can you make yourself smaller? Like a young dragon…?” Qin Qingyue hurriedly asked.
If he could get even smaller, it would be perfect.
Jiang Huai gave her a disdainful look: “No. Even if I could, I wouldn’t! Later, I’ll grab you instead!”
What kind of copper-smelting plot is this?
Tang Zhaoxue also stared wide-eyed, fixated on Jiang Huai’s swaying little Dragon Tail, unable to stop herself from wanting to touch it.
Then, with another thought, the Black Dragon Mark on Jiang Huai’s lower abdomen flashed faintly, and jet-black Dragon Scales appeared, overlapping with the white ones, covering his chest, arms, and other areas.
In an instant, a strange battle armor of black and white Dragon Scales, combining the icy chill and killing intent, formed upon his body.
Qin Qingyue’s eyes sparkled as she watched, immense curiosity and delight welling up inside her.
She grabbed Jiang Huai’s short, icy Dragon Tail, shaking it excitedly.
All her previous jealousy vanished, replaced with the joy of discovering a new toy:
“This is great! Little White Dragon! How about we do it again?” Her dragon eyes shone, brimming with eagerness.
Feeling the emptiness and exhaustion in his body, Jiang Huai could only smile bitterly, his voice tinged with post-battle fatigue:
“I really can’t, not even a little. Tomorrow, wait until I’ve recovered.”
He looked down at the black-and-white Dragon Scales on his body, feeling the strange sense of power, and couldn’t help but wonder:
In this state, does he count as half a member of the Dragon Race?
After all, he even had a Dragon Tail and Dragon Horn now.
Qin Qingyue felt a little disappointed but couldn’t help lovingly fiddling with his small, cold Dragon Tail, her fingers sliding over the delicate scales. In the end, she relented:
“Alright, alright. Rest well.”
Let the river run slow and deep.
A strange thought flashed through her mind.
If they collected the Origin Dragon Marks from all five major Dragon Clans and Jiang Huai possessed all the traits of the Dragon Race, what would he become then?
But the thought was fleeting, and she quickly dismissed it.
After all, the Azure Dragon Clan didn’t have top-tier experts like herself or White Dew, and Ao Shuang was out of the question.
Besides, having someone willingly offer up their blood essence to form a Dragon Mark was almost impossible.
Being able to have these three marks was already a stroke of fortune.
Exhaustion washed over Jiang Huai like a tide, and he soon drifted off to sleep, his breathing long and steady.
Qin Qingyue, content and satisfied, pretended to sleep as well, savoring the warmth and tranquility; her Dragon Tail unconsciously, possessively, draped gently over Jiang Huai’s leg.
She felt that being able to sleep entwined with her beloved like this was the most wonderful time in the world, wishing she could remain in this moment forever.
Saving the world and all that meant nothing to their family—she only wanted to take Jiang Huai to the Immortal Realm and continue living this way.
The bedchamber returned to silence, with only the occasional crackle of the candle.
Yet, someone could not find peace.
Seeing that the two seemed to have fallen asleep, Tang Zhaoxue—who had been suppressing herself all night—could no longer restrain the mingled fire of humiliation, longing, and madness that rose within her.
As if drawn by invisible threads, she crept silently, almost crawling, toward the end of the bed.
By the hazy moonlight and flickering candles, she saw Jiang Huai’s bare ankle, seemingly stained with some not-yet-dried…
Whether it belonged to Qin Qingyue or Jiang Huai, she could not tell.
This sight became the final catalyst, shattering her last shred of reason and reserve.
The long-suppressed heat and emptiness, made worse by her special constitution, surged up like a flood breaking through a dam, compelling her forward.
Steeling herself, she closed her eyes, and with a kind of sacrificial piety and willing degradation, lowered her head.
Her trembling red lips, burning hot, gently yet firmly pressed a kiss to Jiang Huai’s ankle.
Just a kiss—on his post-passion ankle—was enough to make Tang Zhaoxue’s tormented heart flutter with excitement.
Jiang Huai, thoroughly spent, slept soundly, completely unaware.
But Qin Qingyue, who had only been feigning sleep, silently opened one dragon eye, the red slit pupil flickering with amusement and understanding.
She clearly saw Tang Zhaoxue’s humble, yearning gesture.
‘What’s this about?’
Qin Qingyue was inwardly surprised, looking down from her vantage with a curious superiority.
‘Isn’t she supposed to be unable to…?’
She didn’t immediately stop her, simply watching quietly, like observing a little beast testing the edge of a trap, wondering just how far Tang Zhaoxue would go.
Then, Qin Qingyue secretly channeled her power, “forcing” out a bit more.
It slowly crept toward the bed’s edge, waiting to see Tang Zhaoxue’s reaction.
Tang Zhaoxue, careful yet enthralled, kissed Jiang Huai’s ankle, then suddenly noticed it, her heart skipping a beat.
Her gaze was drawn to it, her body inching closer.
She glanced up at Qin Qingyue, finding her seemingly still asleep, as if it were merely an accidental “overflow.” Tang Zhaoxue swallowed, her heart brimming with shame and hesitation, unable to look away.
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