Chapter 1289: 47. A Taste

Muen could feel that familiar softness and scent, and he could also feel the sofa beneath him letting out a faint groan as it was firmly compressed.

Clearly, Miss Dragon had returned and sat down beside him again.

What was she doing?

Muen's consciousness instantly sharpened, and the drowsiness from moments ago vanished completely. He had wanted to open his eyes and confirm what was happening... but the lingering fragrance seemed to possess some strange magic, making his eyelids heavy and impossible to lift.

So he could only continue pretending to be sound asleep, doing his best to keep his breathing steady and deep. He even concentrated his mental power to the utmost, preventing Miss Dragon from reading his surface thoughts.

Thanks to his °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° previous breakthrough, Muen's control over himself had risen to an entirely new level. Although there was still a huge gap between him and beings like Miss Dragon and that old loli, at the very least, those two old monsters could no longer casually read some of his thoughts the way they had before.

His absolute control over his body also allowed his breathing, heartbeat, and even the speed of his blood flow to remain indistinguishable from when he was genuinely asleep.

Miss Dragon had not realized that he was awake.

Muen quickly confirmed this, because that warm presence was still slowly drawing closer...

"He actually looks fairly handsome when he's asleep."

Muen felt something poke his cheek. Judging from the cool touch and the feedback from his skin... it should have been a slender finger."

"Among humans, this guy should be considered handsome. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many human women constantly circling around him."

Another poke.

Then another.

Poke poke poke poke poke....

Miss Dragon seemed to have taken a liking to the sensation. It was not the kind of light, fleeting poke that vanished the instant it touched him. Instead, her finger remained pressed against Muen's cheek, pushing it again and again...

It was practically like teasing a baby.'

What exactly was she trying to do?

Muen grew increasingly nervous. Faced with this situation, he did not dare react or move in the slightest. He had a premonition that if he "woke up" right now, then simply because he happened to blink his left eye first, Miss Dragon would immediately erase all evidence of his existence..

So he could only keep pretending to sleep.

Why did it feel like one inexplicable wrong decision on his part... was causing the situation to race uncontrollably toward some impossible direction?

Surely not...

No, definitely not. Miss Dragon had always been reserved and proud. There was no way she would do anything strange....

"His scent... isn't unpleasant either."

Muen's chaotic thoughts were abruptly interrupted.'

His little heart tightened violently at that moment.

Because along with that familiar warm breath brushing directly against his skin, he could feel an entire soft, delicate body pressing tightly against him.

Completely, utterly, without the slightest gap between them!

Even through their clothes, the exquisite sensation was not diminished in the slightest. Muen could feel those perfect curves and contours, the supple softness of her body, even the lower slopes extending down from a certain towering mountain.

The legendary calamity, the Dragon of Death and Doom, the strongest creature beneath the heavens, was pressing her entire body firmly against him!

Warmth and fragrance invaded Muen's soul like some intoxicating incense. If before they had only faintly encroached upon him, now they completely enveloped him, completely surrounded him.

Ambushed on all sides, with nowhere to escape!

And that was not all.

Miss Dragon's beautiful hand was no longer content with merely poking his cheek. It slid downward along his face, beginning to explore increasingly dangerous territory...

First his neck, then his chest, and finally, following the proud contours of Muen's pectoral muscles, little by little, continuing farther down...

Wait wait wait wait wait...

What the hell was happening?

Could someone please tell him what exactly was going on?

What was Miss Dragon doing? How had she suddenly become like this?!

Muen's consciousness exploded into chaos. His thoughts grew frantic, and even his concentration began to waver.

This development had completely exceeded his imagination.

He could understand something as absurd as Ariel suddenly becoming a virtuous little wife, but what was happening right now...

He could not understand it.

Miss Dragon had always been reserved, proud, and most of the time, cold. Although she possessed gentleness, centuries of blood-soaked years had already buried that gentleness in the deepest corner of her heart.

On the outside, she was still that aloof, irritable calamity.

And yet now, while this poor, helpless blond-haired villain was "fast asleep," she was actually... taking the initiative to molest him?

If this continued, it might not even stop at mere molestation. Maybe they would do this and that... and commit some wonderful mistake that could never be undone.

A mighty calamity actually taking advantage of someone in his sleep—this was the kind of story even Pink Bear, who loved fabricating scandalous gossip about him more than anyone, probably would not dare invent!

"No way..."

While confused, Muen's mental turmoil had already reached its limit.

And yet he could not show anything at all.

He forcibly suppressed the acceleration of his heartbeat and extinguished every tremor in his body before it could emerge.

He desperately controlled his flesh, controlling every last corner of his body, even down to the hairs on his skin.

But even so, under the barrage of sensory stimulation produced by that burning-hot delicate body, the riverbed inside Muen—which had clearly already been drained completely dry—actually began producing a hot current once more.

Even with his eyes shut, beautiful scenes drawn by his imagination began taking shape through the feedback of his other senses, becoming more and more vivid, more and more...

No!

Muen secretly bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, forcing himself awake.

...How could he harbor wicked thoughts toward a companion?

No, no, absolutely not!

But...

That feeling of shame had barely appeared before it was immediately replaced by another, far more immediate question—having wicked thoughts about one's companion was indeed disgraceful, but right now, was he really the one having wicked intentions toward his companion?

He was supposedly "fast asleep," remember. He could not do anything!

He was the victim here!

"Your body is fairly sturdy too. Better than an ordinary human Crowned One. Your foundation is quite good."

As those words, devoid of any discernible emotion, flowed out, the hot breath escaping from between the dragon girl's lips also gently brushed across Muen's skin.

Muen could feel her somewhat taller body bending down over him. Her head seemed to bury itself near his neck, the tip of her nose brushing lightly against him, ticklish, as though she too were carefully sensing his scent.

At the same time, that beautiful hand traveling downward had already deftly slipped beneath his clothes from top to bottom, directly stroking his abdominal muscles... This was the hand of a calamity, the Dragon of Death and Doom, the strongest creature beneath the heavens, and yet at this moment, its touch felt no different from that of an ordinary young woman.

If anything, it was even smoother and more exquisite.

So every movement of that beautiful hand directly teased Muen's nerves. After only a few strokes, Muen felt that his previously dried-up riverbed was no longer merely warming slightly. It seemed as though a trickling stream had begun flowing through it once more.

Muen had never recovered this quickly before.

No... rather than calling it recovery, it would be more accurate to say that under such powerful external stimulation, the potential hidden inside him was gradually being forced out.

There had not even been any blood flow yet, so how could he say he was incapable of getting hard?

The only problem was that the more this happened, the harder it became for Muen to endure.

Ice on the outside, fire within, dry firewood waiting to ignite, a parched riverbed.

Every single one was an extreme torment.

And at the same time, an extreme pleasure.

With that ultimate pain and pleasure intertwined, enduring this had already become far more difficult for Muen than anything he had experienced last night.

His consciousness was even beginning to blur on an entirely different level, throwing thoughts about companions, restraint, his body having just been drained last night... all those external concerns completely out of his mind.

Caught in that cycle of pain and pleasure, he simply began to anticipate.

Anticipate what would come next...

"Haa..."

Miss Dragon's breathing also became slightly heavier. That smooth, delicate hand began moving even deeper, almost reaching the source of the river.

All of Muen's concentration compressed to its absolute limit, waiting only for that almost transcendent moment of release.

However...

Just as Miss Dragon's hand was about to touch the gradually rising Tower of Babylon at the end of the river...

She seemed to suddenly realize something.

Her movement stopped.

"So that's all."

Hamreign's voice became cold once again.

As though she had not just done anything inappropriate to her own companion, and had merely engaged in a simple exchange with her eternal companion.

Cold and calm.

Hm?

Why did it suddenly...

The turn was so abrupt that Muen wondered whether he had become too immersed in this forbidden sensation and misheard her.

But he had not misheard.

Just when everything seemed ready to progress toward that final step, at the very last moment before things became irreversible, Miss Dragon seemed to comprehend some sort of "truth."

She suddenly withdrew her hand and pulled her delicate body away from Muen again:

"There is absolutely no sense of being unable to control my desire, nor any sense of becoming lost in it. It seems my concerns were unnecessary."

Huh?

What did that mean?

Muen was completely baffled.

"My understanding was correct. Between us... there truly is nothing more than pure companionship. That's right. Companions. Eternal companions. Unbreakable companions. Companions whose relationship will never change in nature."

Hamreign repeated the word companion several times in succession, as though emphasizing its significance.

Then the sofa shifted.

She sat back on the other side again.

Everything returned to normal, as though none of it had ever happened. Even the lingering fragrance surrounding him gradually faded away.

Leaving Muen alone in complete disarray.

But because of that, he finally understood at least a little.

So...

That incredibly stimulating interlude just now had merely been Miss Dragon testing her own feelings?

She had teased and seduced him into this state, forcing him to endure all of that so painfully, and in the end it had only been an experiment?

She could just declare the experiment finished and stop whenever she wanted?

Grievance.

Anger.

The feeling that he had been deceived.

Muen instantly ground his teeth inwardly with hatred. If anyone else dared toy with him like this, then no matter how great the risk, he would fuck them all into the sky... and if necessary, just coax them afterward.

But now...

Forget it.

That was Miss Dragon.

Those little temptresses could still be fucked senseless, but this one was completely beyond him.

If she said it was just an experiment, then it was just an experiment.

What else could he do?

Her heart was already as firm as steel. Was he supposed to somehow push this toward an even more wonderful development?

He could only swallow this humiliation for now.

In any case, they were "eternal" companions.

There would always be a chance to make her repay him.

Still...

"Miss Dragon, why did you suddenly feel the need to conduct that kind of experiment?"

The seductive presence had disappeared.

But the seductive thoughts it had awakened were no longer so easy to stop.