Chapter 1002 1002 Miss Evil Dragon, I Want to Offer You My Tail!
Author: Fingertip Madness
Chapter 1002 1002 Miss Evil Dragon, I Want to Offer You My Tail!
Near the divine seat.
Xia Feng, with his body slightly bent, bowed his head respectfully, sweat beading on his forehead.
On the divine seat, neither of the two Dragon Gods spoke, their pale vertical pupils simply staring at him.
The dragon tails under their star skirt and imperial dress, which reached the ground, swung left and then right, perfectly in sync.
Originally, one Lord Dragon God was already enough to create an oppressive aura.
But now, with two Lord Dragon Gods flanking him, their similar movements and expressions staring down at him created an unspeakable suffocation that made Xia Feng’s spirit feel somewhat dazed.
It was as if he were about to fall into an abyss tens of thousands of feet deep.
“My believer, step forward.” Finally, from his perspective, the Imperial-dress Dragon God on the right spoke first, breaking the silence.
Upon hearing this, Xia Feng subconsciously wanted to step forward, but he saw the Star-skirt Dragon God on the left with a calm, indifferent gaze.
His heart skipped a beat. His slightly raised right calf straightened again, and he stood still, unmoving.
The Imperial-dress Dragon God’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. “Did you hear me? Step forward.”
Xia Feng lowered his head, still not moving.
“Alright, come up,” the Star-skirt woman said softly from the left.
The moment she finished speaking, Xia Feng moved. He stepped forward quickly, without the slightest hesitation.
The Imperial-dress woman’s dragon tail, which had been swaying and sliding on the ground, froze: “!!”
Xia Feng arrived directly in front of the two Dragon Gods and continued to bow, not daring to act presumptuously. “Lord Dragon Gods, what are your commands?”
The Imperial-dress Dragon God’s stiffened dragon tail resumed its swing: “This time, I helped you suppress Hua Shen and perfected Gui Dao. How do you plan to thank me?”
“…”
To be honest, after so many events, Xia Feng had indeed acknowledged that the Remnant Spirit was a Dragon God.
However, it was still different from the main body. Now that the main body was before him, he didn’t dare to be too intimate with this Remnant Spirit in front of Miss Evil Dragon.
He knew his place.
After a moment of thought, he bowed respectfully to the Imperial-dress woman. “How should I thank Your Majesty? Please state it clearly, Your Majesty.”
The Empress pursed her lips, her pale vertical pupils gazing at her believer, and uttered the words she had spoken countless times in her memory: “Step forward and alleviate my pain.”
Ever since Xia Feng had used the Origin Godhead to sneak attack her last time, transferring a small portion of the main body’s sealing power into her and forcing her to bear part of the pain, she had been suffering every day for the past few days.
As she spoke, she lowered her long legs, which had been folded under her imperial dress, and sat upright.
Clearly, she wanted Xia Feng to straddle her, just like in the memory, gripping her wrist up to her head, desecrating her both respectfully and presumptuously!
“…”
However, the moment she finished speaking, the main body on the side, who had been reticent since waking up, spoke again in a soft voice: “Believer, you haven’t helped me alleviate my pain for a long time.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the Empress watched in disbelief as Xia Feng turned around, completely ignoring her expectant eyes, and walked straight to the Star-skirt woman.
She watched as her believer placed his hands on the Star-skirt woman’s shoulders and, under the Star-skirt woman’s indifferent gaze, climbed onto the divine seat like a good puppy, straddling the Star-skirt woman’s thighs. He leaned down as if to kiss her, but the Star-skirt woman pinched his jaw, making him lift his head like a dog.
For some reason, the Empress felt that the main body’s pale vertical pupils seemed to be glancing sideways at her intermittently.
“!!!” Her expression remained unchanged, and the dragon tail under her imperial dress silently retracted into the darkness beneath her skirt. Her legs were pressed together, and she remained silent.
She naturally understood that commanding her believer in front of the main body was tantamount to seeking humiliation.
But she had just wanted to try; what if?
Unfortunately, there was no “what if.” This hateful believer! She had treated him so well, yet he had no gratitude and only had eyes for the main body!
Clearly, she was also his Divine Master.
Why couldn’t he…
Serve both of them together.
Serve the main body, and serve me. It would be fine like this.
Strange thoughts flashed through her mind. She saw the Star-skirt woman reach behind the believer’s waist to hold his dragon tail, while also lifting and pinching the believer’s chin, her vertical pupils slightly narrowed, and the believer did not resist at all.
Why was the main body like this? The Empress felt the punishment and sadistic desire in the main body’s eyes, which made her even more nervous. What did the main body want to do? Don’t break the believer!
The believer still did not resist.
The main body was so wicked, he… why didn’t he resist? This was completely different from the believer in her memory.
The Xia Feng in her memory didn’t like to do such things; he would glare at her angrily. How could he be so proactive now?
The glaring scene entered her vertical pupils, especially seeing it from such close proximity, which made her perceive it more clearly…
He is really so proactive…
How could this be?
Just as the Empress was on the verge of collapse, Xia Feng was also somewhat distressed. Of course, he didn’t like being given his tail.
But Miss Evil Dragon’s pale vertical pupils stared at him so indifferently, ordering him to release his dragon tail. The terrifying feeling, as if boundless negative emotions accumulated over months were about to erupt the next moment, made Xia Feng dare not disobey in the slightest and obediently released his dragon tail.
The Star-skirt woman pinched his jaw, her red lips leaning towards his ear, her voice as indifferent as ever: “My believer, you and my Remnant Spirit had tail intercourse… for how long?”
“!” Xia Feng’s scalp tightened. His tail tip was being gripped, and Miss Evil Dragon’s voice by his ear grew even colder, “Hm?! Answer me, for how long?”
“…” After more than a month of not seeing each other, Miss Evil Dragon’s first words were to ask about this. Xia Feng, who was usually bold, didn’t dare to answer for the first time. He only said in a low voice, “Lord Di Si, quickly… let’s begin.”
“Begin what?”
“Lord Di Si, your loyal believer, Xia Feng, is offering you his tail…”
“…Hmph! You are the one who initiated this time. I did not force you.”
“Yes, Lord Di Si, it is I, this dirty believer, who cannot endure the chaotic desires within my heart and wishes to be severely… by you.”
Xia Feng put his arms around the Star-skirt woman’s waist and whispered pleas in her ear, or rather, words of comfort.
At least in Xia Feng’s opinion, these were words of comfort because he realized that Miss Evil Dragon seemed to care a lot that his first and second tail intercourse experiences were taken by the Remnant Spirit.
Although the unspoken anger was always suppressed in the Dragon God’s pupils, Xia Feng could still perceive the terrifying aura pressing down on him, and his soul involuntarily trembled with fear.
So, he had no choice but to agree to all of Miss Evil Dragon’s subsequent requests, and even actively cater to her, to compensate for his inexplicable guilt.
Her lips, like jelly, met his, and their jade noses bumped. The exquisite divine face in front of him was still as holy and majestic as ever. The dark gold cross between her eyebrows emitted divinity. Her narrow, abyssal vertical pupils slightly constricted almost imperceptibly, as if flashing with fleeting emotions.
The Star-skirt woman leaned back quietly, silently enjoying the believer’s主动 (initiative) service. The speed of the dragon tail swinging left and right beneath her star skirt increased.
However, she restrained herself and did not embrace the believer’s broad back with her slender arms.
She hid her hands in her sleeves, clenched them secretly, suppressing the humming and joyful emotions, and her vertical pupils glanced to the left almost imperceptibly.
Just then, she met the gaze of the Imperial-dress woman’s identical vertical pupils.
The Imperial-dress woman stared at her calmly, as if she didn’t care at all. But her stopped dragon tail, tensed shoulders, stiff lips, and even her slightly rapid breathing all indicated her mental breakdown.
She didn’t know why she didn’t like what was happening between her Remnant Spirit and her believer, even though with a mere thought, she could synchronize with the Remnant Spirit’s memories and feelings.
But she just wasn’t happy…
She just wanted to see the Remnant Spirit also unhappy!
*Thump—* At this moment, the Imperial-dress woman suddenly stood up and walked quickly towards her.
“!”
What are you doing?!
