“Then that’s not necessary.” Jiang Huai gave an awkward smile, subtly taking half a step back with his foot.
Qin Qingyue’s long brows lifted slightly.
Her Dragon Eyes, gleaming with a crimson brilliance, locked firmly onto her husband, while the corners of her scarlet lips curved into a meaningful arc.
She casually raised her hand.
“Bang.”
A dull thud sounded from behind him as the heavy doors of the hall swung shut, isolating the inside from the outside.
Now, in the vast, empty hall, only the two of them remained: one man and one dragon.
Jiang Huai retreated step by step, forcing a strained, apologetic smile on his face.
“Qingyue, don’t be like this…”
Qin Qingyue didn’t reply.
Instead, she advanced with her slender jade legs, encased in exquisite black high heels, pressing in with every step.
The heels struck the smooth, jade-like floor, sending out crisp and rhythmic “da, da, da” sounds that echoed through the silent hall, each note beating at Jiang Huai’s heart.
He took one step back, she advanced two, moving like an elegant yet dangerous cat, toying with her prey already caught within her grasp.
“It’s just… you know, the Dragon Race’s mating period is special. That’s the only reason I indulged her a little.” Jiang Huai tried to explain as he kept backing away, his back nearly pressed against the icy cold pillar.
To be honest, deep down he was unwilling to do this with Qin Qingyue, especially in such a manner.
He knew her too well; once the gates of desire opened, it would be nearly impossible to close them again.
If he allowed her to choke him and whip him with her tail today, tomorrow she might really drag him around with chains, and who knew what twisted methods she’d come up with after that.
Qin Qingyue, however, paid his explanation no mind.
She didn’t respond, only continued to press forward, the mysterious smile on her lips not diminishing in the slightest, making it impossible to discern whether she was pleased or angry.
She deliberately unleashed a bit of Dragon Might, an invisible pressure surging toward Jiang Huai like a rising tide.
In Jiang Huai’s senses, Qin Qingyue before him seemed to grow ever more imposing and majestic, the aura of a top predator nearly suffocating him.
She rarely used such means on him, but this time, she deemed it necessary.
Because he had lied to her, even breaking his own rules for another woman.
This was her absolute bottom line—utterly intolerable.
She could willingly let him take concubines, allow him to cultivate with others, even grant him the authority to treat those women kindly—all of that she could overlook.
But only this touched the deepest, most inviolable part of her heart.
How could Jiang Huai, only at the Golden Core Stage, withstand the Dragon Might of a Heavenly Immortal? That immense aura pinned him tight, his back pressed to the cold wall, with nowhere left to retreat.
Before him, Qin Qingyue’s dragon eyes brimmed with power and her presence was awe-inspiring, making his heart tremble slightly.
“I…” He tried to say something more.
Qin Qingyue, however, calmly took an object from her wide sleeve.
It was a uniquely shaped “Necklace” that shimmered faintly with spiritual light.
Jiang Huai’s pupils shrank in shock, and he blurted out instinctively:
“Weren’t all of them taken away? How do you still have more?”
“There are plenty more, all specially prepared for you.” Qin Qingyue finally spoke, her smile deepening as she replied.
He swallowed hard and managed a forced smile.
“Qingyue, this… can I not wear it? I really don’t like…”
Qin Qingyue’s slender fingers gently caressed the Collar in her hand.
The material was neither metal nor jade, cool and smooth to the touch. She smiled lightly.
“You don’t like this one?”
Suddenly, she lifted her other hand and precisely gripped Jiang Huai’s neck, slowly tightening her hold, locking at a point that felt both tightly constricting and not quite suffocating.
“Then you like it this way, don’t you?”
“Wasn’t it like this last night? Being choked by her and then making love with her.”
“I didn’t see you uncomfortable then, hm?”
“Isn’t this what you like? I can fulfill you as well.”
Her voice remained calm, but carried an undeniable tone of command:
“Transform into the Little Dragon.”
She leaned forward slightly, her Dragon Eyes flashing with a light of absolute control.
“I will not allow anyone, in any way, to ride over me. No one.”
“Now, I’m giving you two choices.” She enunciated each word clearly.
“First, you transform yourself into the form I want and behave obediently.”
“Second,” the smile at the corner of her lips deepened, yet it carried a chill, “I will call them all here now, and in front of all of them, I’ll leash you and make love to you right here, letting everyone see clearly whose possession you are.”
“Pick one.” She slowly released her grip, watching him in no hurry.
“With the first, you can retain a bit of initiative and dignity; I know how much you value that.”
“With the second, given your current cultivation, I don’t think you have any way to resist.”
Jiang Huai looked at the ever-brighter, yet utterly cold smile on her face, craning his neck as he attempted a final struggle.
“Can I choose neither?”
Despite his words, he had no real confidence in his heart.
Hearing this, Qin Qingyue suddenly let out a soft laugh, light and pleasant, as if she had heard something amusing.
“I’ll get angry, you know.” She still smiled, but her gaze had already turned slightly cold.
Faced with her seemingly pleasant yet dangerous smile, Jiang Huai finally slumped his shoulders in defeat and spoke in a low voice:
“I know you won’t really hurt me.”
“But I also know, you’re the one who made the mistake first.” Qin Qingyue reached out and tapped his chest with her fingertip.
“I can’t tolerate this kind of exception. It’s only natural for me to discipline my unruly husband, isn’t it?”
She said this with a smile, but anyone could see that her mood was far from as calm as she appeared.
Everyone must pay the price for breaking the rules.
Qin Qingyue’s tolerance for the beauties around him clearly came with conditions that were not to be shaken.
Seeing Jiang Huai still hesitating, Qin Qingyue gave him no more time.
She turned toward the outside of the hall and called out loudly, “Su Yingman, you—”
Come.
“And call Rongxin and Zhaoxue over in a moment.”
Click.
At his neck.
A soft sound, leaving Jiang Huai no room for hesitation.
A red leather Collar, faintly scented, was buckled around his neck.
Immediately afterward, a pressure even heavier than before suddenly descended.
Jiang Huai felt his knees go weak, as if a mountain weighed down upon him, forcing him to kneel, wishing he could press his cheek to her elegant black heels like the most obedient pet.
Yet, the moment of utter submission did not arrive immediately.
Qin Qingyue held the other end of the chain, quietly appreciating his struggle and endurance, increasing the force bit by bit, testing his limits.
“I’ll change! I’ll change!” Jiang Huai could no longer endure the combined spiritual and physical pressure and shouted out in panic.
After all, he simply could not accept being treated like this in front of others.
Qin Qingyue’s face immediately blossomed into a truly joyful smile.
She stepped forward, steadying the trembling Jiang Huai, gently caressing his back with her other hand.
Her voice became exceptionally soft:
“See, if you had just been obedient from the start, wouldn’t everything have been fine?”
“I knew it, my Jiang Zhun is the smartest, and will always make the right choice.”
She leaned close behind him, her cheek brushing lightly against his neck, gazing at his somewhat pale face from the struggle just now, and at the lingering hint of grievance in his eyes.
She only felt even more satisfied.
“Remember.” Her red lips drew near his ear, her breath warm and fragrant, her voice tinged with secret anticipation.
“There’s one place you mustn’t shrink.”
At this moment, Su Yingman entered in response to the summons, looking somewhat puzzled at the scene inside the hall.
Immediately after, she witnessed a sight she would never forget for the rest of her life.
She saw Jiang Zhun’s body begin to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, bones making faint cracking sounds, his frame becoming slender and short.
Two small, crystalline dragon horns slowly sprouted from his head, while a miniature dragon tail quietly appeared behind him, gently swaying.
His features became much younger as well, looking like a delicate, fragile Dragon Race youth.
Before them appeared a never-before-seen, tiny male Black Dragon.
Only, the color of his horns was a little unusual—not pure black, but interwoven with fine lines of black, red, and white, adding a sense of mystery and splendor.
A form never before seen in the Dragon Race.
“Are… are you done?” The tiny Jiang Huai had to tilt his head up to see Qin Qingyue’s face, his voice now carrying a clear, youthful timbre due to the transformation.
Qin Qingyue stood there, momentarily stunned.
She stared blankly at the little male dragon before her, a creature perhaps never before seen in Dragon Race history, as exquisitely crafted as a work of art.
Her throat moved unconsciously, and in her majestic Dragon Eyes a look of near-obsessive affection and intense love overflowed.
It was as if she had discovered a lost, peerless treasure, a surge of desire to hug him tightly and cherish him rising up within her.
Almost at the same time, a clear sound of swallowing came from Su Yingman’s direction.
She covered her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief and dazzled amazement.
“My god, is this really Jiang Huai?”
“It’s absolutely incredible!”
Qin Qingyue instinctively wanted to step forward.
“Come, let me have a close look and check you over.”
But the little Jiang Huai stretched out both hands, bracing against Qin Qingyue’s too-close, soft, towering chest, turning his face aside in clear annoyance.
“You’re such a pervert, Qin Qingyue! I never thought you’d be this kind of dragon!”
Yet, that embarrassed, annoyed expression of his was like the final spark for Qin Qingyue.
She murmured, “That’s the expression—perfect. Hold it right there.”
With that, she could no longer restrain herself.
She bent down and scooped the tiny Jiang Huai up in her arms, her movements gentle and precious, as if she held the most fragile crystal in the world.
Without a glance back, she carried him straight to the bed in the Inner Hall.
Su Yingman stood rooted in place, her gaze following their figures, full of reluctant longing.
Qin Qingyue didn’t look back, only tossing out a casual remark.
“It’s fine, you can go back now.”
“Oh… oh…” Su Yingman replied reflexively, but her feet felt glued to the spot.
She took several more greedy, lingering glances at the miniature Dragon Lord cradled in Qin Qingyue’s arms before finally, and very reluctantly, shuffling toward the door, looking back at every step.
A hint of grievance welled up in her heart:
‘Really, can’t she at least ask me to stay?’
‘Then what did she call me here for?’
‘Not letting me join—was it just to show off?’