Without a shred of hesitation, Ailaira Green immediately realized that the fragrance permeating the air was from the perfume she’d crafted herself, and at the same time, she connected it to the person hidden beneath the writhing bedding.
“So you stole something from the Research Laboratory while I was out? But how did you… I see, I really underestimated you.”
Ailaira instantly understood that Andrea’s repeated visits to the Research Laboratory these past two days, pestering her again and again, weren’t just the acts of someone seeking comfort out of insecurity, but rather experiments to probe the lab’s defenses.
She really shouldn’t have been lazy and postponed reorganizing the defense Formation—there’s always someone who punishes your laziness when you least expect it.
She calmly lowered her head, reflecting on her own mistake, then quietly opened the window to let the overwhelming scent dissipate from the room.
But this was merely to air out the fragrance; as for Andrea’s meticulous scheming, it was surely all to use the perfume’s powerful allure to coax her into submission.
Alas, all the painstaking efforts of Miss Red Dragon were doomed to failure.
Andrea approached the bed, gazing down with a hint of pity at the slender dragon tail peeking out from the blankets, restlessly twitching up and down.
Sensing Ailaira’s arrival, the tail automatically coiled around her thigh. Grabbing the edges of the blanket with both hands, Ailaira issued a merciless ultimatum:
“Give yourself up. Your plan never had a chance from the start.”
“Something I made myself could never work on me. Now get back to your—”
Before she could finish, Ailaira’s words froze in her mouth. What she saw on Andrea’s face was not the guilty or smug expression she’d expected, but rather the hazy flush of someone tipsy with wine.
Andrea’s emerald eyes were misted with confusion, her soft cheeks flushed a bright red that deepened the moment she inhaled Ailaira’s scent.
Andrea’s reddened tongue licked her dry lips, her gaze fixed sharply on Ailaira. Though she said nothing, Ailaira could feel the threatening aura of a predator from her. The tail wrapped around her thigh tightened, subtly urging upward.
Ailaira instinctively sensed something was off. Such a seductive posture shouldn’t be something that silly dragon could pull off—unless the Dragon Blood Origin within Andrea was at work? This was the moment having the System came in handy.
Ailaira grabbed Andrea’s wrist, and immediately the System’s information interface floated before her, displaying Andrea’s current state:
[Andrea]
[Race: Dragonborn (Incomplete)]
[Characteristic: End (Incomplete, can purify and intensify bloodline)]
[Status: Under the effects of drugs, bypassing age restriction, entering Heat early (special state following the Blessing of the Mother of All)]
Aisera!! You still won’t let me go, will you!!
The moment she saw this special note, every nerve in Ailaira’s body went on full alert. For a second she even suspected Andrea was yet another piece placed by the gods at her side.
Thankfully, she maintained her composure, resisting the urge to throw Andrea out. Upon careful study, she discovered that the [Heat] status could be expanded for further details, so she tapped on the entry:
[Heat: The Blessing of the Mother of All bestowed upon all living things. It will only descend upon non-human races who have spent a long time with humans and developed positive feelings toward them. During Heat, reproductive barriers between species are eliminated, and the individual’s biological instincts and characteristics are elevated to their peak.]
Ailaira’s reading speed was so fast that by the time she realized what she’d seen, it was too late.
All she could do was sigh at how worthy the Mother Goddess was of her other title, the Goddess of Fertility—wielding the authority over birth and love, she could even erase the reproductive gap between species.
Having been immersed in The Church for years, Ailaira had considerable knowledge of theology. She knew well that, though Aisera was known as the Mother Goddess, the only race she’d truly created was humanity.
In the belief systems of other races, each had their own corresponding deities, and most treated Aisera with respectful distance, merely addressing her as the Prosperity Mother.
So, is this a divine scheme to promote interspecies harmony? And with age and consent restrictions specifically set—how thoughtful of the gods!
Shocked, Ailaira recalled that invitation Aisera had once extended to her in the Godrealm.
Just a moment of remembering made her blood surge, as if some intense desire was about to break free. As she struggled in confusion, the icy cold of her necklace jolted her awake.
Biting her lip, she quickly cast the Rationality Restoration Spell on herself a dozen times, finally suppressing the restless urge within.
Ever since that divine audience, Ailaira had been prone to such involuntary reactions, so she’d long ago set up a series of “cool-down measures” to guard against this.
But while she could rely on Ritual Magic and sheer willpower to calm herself, Andrea had no such advantage.
During her brief daze, Andrea, perhaps influenced by the divine aura emanating from her, was rapidly deteriorating, having lost all reason and now acting purely on instinct.
Without even realizing it, Andrea had removed her own skirt, now left in only snow-white undergarments, her upper clothes in disarray as she sprawled over Ailaira. Wrapping her arms around Ailaira’s waist, her feverish lips pressed to her belly, Andrea murmured in a sticky, muddled tone:
“Human… I’m so hot…”
Ailaira said nothing, her clear mind working to “detoxify” Andrea.
She guessed the substance triggering Andrea’s Heat was precisely the ingredient she’d added to the perfume to enhance its medicinal effect.
Since the raw material came from Andrea herself and, judging by the scent, what Andrea had taken was the completely undiluted, unmixed Original Version.
Not knowing the exact recipe, she’d used every material in the Original Version to maximize the aphrodisiac properties.
When sprayed on Andrea—the original source—besides the scent, it would greatly enhance the body’s absorption of the drug’s components…
Feeling Andrea’s burning body twisting against her, Ailaira found it hard to devise an effective solution. She wanted to use Ritual Magic to help Andrea calm down, or perhaps restrain her and slip away to concoct an antidote.
But any magic she cast on Andrea now only lasted for the briefest instant—completely different from before.
Ailaira recalled that increased racial characteristic mentioned in the description—dragonkind naturally possessed high magic resistance, and then there was Andrea’s own trait…
Watching Andrea nearly strip her bare, Ailaira took a deep breath, her eyes suddenly growing steady and cold. She pulled on her knitted gloves with her mouth, then let out a slow sigh: “Let’s just settle the next few days’ worth of ingredients all at once.”
“Ready? There’s no time for rest this time.”
The only reply Ailaira received was the dragon tail wrapping around her wrist.
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