Lewd Little Silver Bell

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Today, our protagonist is incredibly nervous because it's Moria's due date; he's waited twelve years for this day.
Although Sylvia once said that Moria would give birth to a "dragon-man" with a human appearance, who knows? Moria might just lay another egg for him.
Just then, a flurry of activity came from the bedroom, followed by the loud, powerful cry of a baby.
"Has it been born? Has it been born?"
Our protagonist anxiously awaited news, itching to rush into the bedroom.
"Master! Master!"
At that moment, Leonie rushed out of the bedroom. "Sister Moria gave birth to a boy!"
"A boy? Really?"
Our protagonist has finally become a father, poor thing.
The protagonist hurried into the bedroom and saw Sylvia holding and comforting a baby; Moria lay on the bed, looking tired but still in good spirits.
"Are you alright, wife?"
The protagonist went to the bedside first and kissed the woman who had carried his child for twelve years.
"I'm fine, Master."
Moria smiled and kissed the protagonist back.
"Look, Fritz, where's your son?"
Sylvia handed the baby boy she was holding to the protagonist. "He's quite a handsome little guy."
"Really?"
Our protagonist had lived for so long (seventy or eighty years, perhaps?), and this was the first time he had ever held a child, especially his own precious son. His nervousness was unimaginable.
The protagonist carefully took the baby from Sylvia and held him close to his chest, examining him closely.
"Hmm, he looks a lot like me," the protagonist murmured
to himself, looking at the baby boy who had just stopped crying after Sylvia had soothed him. The protagonist reached out and teased his son with his finger. "Giggle...giggle..." The baby laughed ,
amused by the protagonist. Suddenly, a bright flash of lightning struck. "Wa ... "I didn't expect this child to have such strong lightning elemental power from birth." "Thank goodness." Our protagonist panted. Although our protagonist already had 99% defense against lightning, the high-voltage electricity released by his son was lightning energy with an intensity comparable to dragon energy, still making the protagonist scream. " What should we name this child?" Sylvia looked at the child in her arms, finding him more and more adorable, and couldn't help but reach out to tease him . "Since he's so good at generating electricity, let's call him Blitz ..." Just then, another burst of high-voltage lightning flashed. " Eee ... After the ancient holy dragon awakened, there was no longer any need to select the next generation of Silver Dragon Saintesses. However, when the legendary Dragon God appeared before the Silver Dragons and instructed them to "personally" select the next Silver Dragon Saintesse, all the Silver Dragons on the continent immediately gathered at the holy land, awaiting the Dragon God's personal selection of the twenty-fourth generation Silver Dragon Saintesse. For the chosen Silver Dragon maiden, being "personally selected by the Dragon God" was the highest honor; after all, apart from the first generation Saintesse, who was personally selected by the Dragon God, all other Silver Dragon Saintesses were chosen by the elders. The Silver Dragons surrounded the Holy Dragon Altar, while seven Silver Dragon maidens, aged between seventy and one hundred and fifty, transformed into human form and stood in a line before the Holy Dragon Altar, awaiting the Dragon God's descent. The moment of the Dragon God's descent was approaching. As the Holy Dragon Altar began to glow faintly, all the Silver Dragons lowered their heads, and the seven Silver Dragon maidens knelt on one knee, their hands clasped in front of their chests, awaiting the Dragon God's appearance. Suddenly, the Holy Dragon Altar emitted a brilliant flash, which then transformed into countless fireflies that scattered in all directions. At the center of the swarm of lights, the Dragon God, now in human form with wings gleaming with diamond-like luster, appeared on the altar, accompanied by the ancient Holy Dragon, also in human form, and the previous generation's Silver Dragon Saintess. "No need for formalities," the Dragon God's clear voice rang out. "Everyone, rise." The silver dragons, who had been bowing their heads, dared to raise them now, gazing with reverence at the Dragon God and the ancient Holy Dragon as they descended from the altar and walked towards the seven silver dragon maidens in human form. Although the seven candidate saintesses had stood up when the Dragon God spoke, when he reached them, they once again clasped their hands in front of their chests, knelt on one knee, and held their breath, awaiting the Dragon God's selection of the twenty-fourth Silver Dragon Saintess. The Dragon God smiled and slowly walked past the seven silver dragon maidens, choosing his preferred candidate. Fang Siqini was only seventy-three years old this year, and originally she was not qualified to participate in the selection of the Silver Dragon Saintess—dragons usually only gain the ability to transform into human form after the age of eighty, so dragons under eighty years old who could not transform into human form were naturally not qualified to participate in the selection of the Silver Dragon Saintess. However, Fang Siqini's ambition since childhood was to become the next Silver Dragon Saintess, so while other young silver dragons were still carefree playing and enjoying their childhood, Fang Siqini was undergoing rigorous self-cultivation. As a result, Fang Siqini gained the ability to transform into human form earlier than other dragons and qualified to participate in the selection of the Silver Dragon Saintess. When the Dragon God walked in front of the seven kneeling candidates for Saintess, Fang Siqini felt her heart beating very fast—the previous Saintess had only recently come of age, and according to past practice, the next Saintess was usually selected only after the previous Saintess had turned three hundred years old. If things proceeded as usual, Francine was confident she could prepare herself and defeat the other candidates to stand out as the Holy Maiden. However, choosing a Holy Maiden so early meant that Francine had only recently gained the ability to transform into human form, and her preparation in other areas was severely lacking—such as magical abilities, which require time to accumulate and cultivate. Although, for a seventy-year-old silver dragon, Francine's magical abilities were arguably top-notch, among the seven candidates, she was likely the weakest in magical ability. Even more unexpectedly for Francine was that this time, the Dragon God himself would be choosing the twenty-fourth Holy Maiden, instead of the elders as in the past; this meant the chosen Holy Maiden would not only be from the 'Silver Dragon Clan'. The Holy Maiden chosen by the Dragon God would essentially be the Holy Maiden of all dragons! After all, there are so many dragons on the continent, and each dragon race has its own elders. So, the saintess chosen by the elders is basically only meaningful to the dragons of that race. But there is only one Dragon God, and the glory of being chosen by the Dragon God is absolutely incomparable to the glory of being chosen by the elders of the Silver Dragon race! The glory is so lofty, but her preparations are so inadequate, so she is afraid that the chances of being chosen are not very high. This makes it hard for Fang Siqini, who is determined to become a saintess, not to be nervous.

A pair of slender, white feet in glass high heels stopped in front of Fang Siqini. Fang Siqini knew that the Dragon God was looking at her, and her heart was filled with excitement. Although she tried her best to control her excitement, her thin shoulders still trembled slightly.
"Fang Siqini, stand up."
The Dragon God's voice came down from above Fang Siqini's head like an angel's. "Let me take a good look at you."
"Y-yes!"
Unexpectedly, the Dragon God only 'casually looked' at the six saintesses in front of her, but instead showed her special favor and asked her to stand up so that he could 'take a closer look'. Fang Siqini was extremely excited and almost sprang up from the ground, standing up straight in an instant, her eyes meeting the Dragon God's kind (?) eyes.
"Hmm, this child is very spirited."
Seeing the undisguised excitement on Fang Siqini's face, the Dragon God smiled slightly. "What do you think?"
"Generally not bad."
Following behind the Dragon God to the left, the ancient holy dragon, Kettri, glanced at Fang Siqin a few times. "It's just that her breasts are a bit too small; I'm afraid they won't be attractive enough."
Huh? Too small breasts?
Hearing the ancient holy dragon's comment about her human form, Fang Siqin almost had the urge to cover her chest with her hands.
Although Fang Siqin knew that appearance in human form was a crucial criterion in the selection of past Silver Dragon Saintesses, and she had indeed put in a lot of effort in this regard—spending over a decade traveling to all the elven settlements on the northern continent, specifically seeking out elven girls generally considered 'beautiful' and 'observing' their naked bodies to find the most 'ideal' 'figure'; she never expected that all her efforts would still be deemed 'too small breasts' by the ancient holy dragon? " Well…
Anyway, 'he' is still young, he probably won't pay too much attention to this, right?"
Leoni, the former Saintess who was following behind the Dragon God on the right, still wearing the silver feather of the Silver Dragon Saintess's mark on her right ear, smiled wryly. "Besides, Fang Siqin will grow up, and she'll have a chance to improve her appearance later."
Hearing the previous Saintess speak up for her, Fang Siqin really wanted to hug the former Saintess and give her a thank-you kiss; however, Fang Siqin couldn't help but secretly glance at the former Saintess's chest, uh… her own chest seemed really 'too small'…
"In that case, I have no objection."
The ancient Holy Dragon shrugged.
"Alright, it's decided on this girl."
The Dragon God said.
It… it's decided on this girl? Could it be that she was chosen and became the twenty-fourth Silver Dragon Saintess? Fang Siqin couldn't believe her ears, her heart pounding wildly.
However, when Leoni removed the silver feather from her right ear, the one that symbolized her identity as the Silver Dragon Saintess, and personally placed the silver feather earring on Francine, Francine finally confirmed her new identity.
"Thank you! Thank you, Dragon God!"
Overwhelmed with excitement, Francine knelt and bowed to the Dragon God.
"No need for formalities, rise; from today onwards, your name in human form will be 'Little Silver Bell,' understand?"
The Dragon God smiled and personally helped Francine up. "Furthermore, I have a task for you to carry out."
"Yes, yes!"
To have the Dragon God personally help her up, Francine... oh, now she is 'Little Silver Bell'; Little Silver Bell was incredibly excited, feeling that the time she could have spent playing as a child, spent on diligent training, had now been rewarded a thousandfold.
"Whatever the Dragon God's task may be, I will do my utmost to accomplish it!"
Hearing Little Silver Bell's spirited reply, the Dragon God seemed quite pleased and smiled, nodding. However, Little Silver Bell noticed that the ancient holy dragon, Caetris, seemed to purse her lips, displaying a rather dismissive expression, while the former saintess, Lyonna, looked at her with pity—yes, pity.
Strange, why did the ancient holy dragon and the former saintess have such strange expressions? Was there something particularly "difficult" about the task the Dragon God had given her? Little Silver Bell was curious, but at this moment, she didn't want to dwell on such things. After all, she was the saintess personally chosen by the only god of the entire dragon race—the Dragon God—the most outstanding saintess of the entire dragon race. No matter how difficult the task, Little Silver Bell was confident she could overcome it.
After all, she was the most outstanding saintess of the "entire dragon race," the Silver Dragon Saintess personally chosen by the Dragon God, wasn't she?
In the desolate southwestern desert lies a barren, rocky canyon called "Dragon Valley." Those living "near" Dragon Valley know that one should never approach it unnecessarily, and even if there's a reason, it's best to stay away. Firstly, reaching Dragon Valley requires traversing a vast desert surrounding it, where a single misstep could lead to getting lost and never finding one again. Even if one manages to reach Dragon Valley, entry is impossible. This is because Dragon Valley is inhabited by numerous golden dragons, who dislike being disturbed. Therefore, the golden dragons guarding the entrance politely "ask" those wishing to enter to leave.
While the golden dragons don't physically harm the visitors, they simply politely ask them to leave. Consider this: after spending so much time and effort to finally reach the entrance, only to be turned away by the guarding golden dragons and unable to enter, who would willingly invest so much time and risk so much just to be rebuffed?
Even those who are genuinely curious and simply want to see what the Golden Dragon looks like almost always leave disappointed. This is because the Golden Dragon, responsible for guarding the valley entrance, avoids trouble by not revealing itself from its hiding place to speak with visitors. Instead, it uses telepathy to send a message 'requesting' visitors to leave into their minds. Therefore, even if a visitor simply wants to see what the Golden Dragon looks like, they won't even see a single golden lizard in Dragon Valley, let alone a Golden Dragon.
As for those crazy people who want to capture the Golden Dragon to make a fortune—they do exist, and such pitiful individuals do exist; even those who have tried to forcibly enter Dragon Valley, where the Golden Dragon resides, have never succeeded.
No one knows exactly how many golden dragons inhabit Dragon Valley, but it's certain that just the dragon guarding the entrance would require at least tens of thousands of people to have any "hope" of defeating it. The sheer volume of food and water needed for such a large force to cross the desert would be a major headache, not to mention that the rest of the golden dragons in Dragon Valley would also come to the gatekeeper's aid. Being overwhelmed by a horde of golden dragons would be a foregone conclusion; even without considering the consequences, everyone knows that humanity's chances of defeating them are extremely slim.
But I digress.
Even though Dragon Valley is such a secluded place, news of the Dragon God's personal descent to the Silver Dragon Clan's sacred land and the selection of the twenty-fourth Silver Dragon Saintess still reached Dragon Valley, sparking much discussion among the golden dragons.
Besides the topic of the Dragon God descending upon the sacred land of the Silver Dragon Clan, there is another rather "interesting" piece of news: a group of ruthless thieves has appeared on the Northern Continent. These thieves rob, rape, and kidnap, committing countless atrocities. However, due to their large numbers and strength, the countries on the Northern Continent are powerless to deal with them and can only allow them to harm the people.
Of course, compared to the attention garnered by the Dragon God's descent to the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, the minor issue of thieves in the Northern Continent held no interest for the Golden Dragons. They merely treated the news as a topic of amusement, letting it pass without taking it seriously. After all, no matter how lawless these thieves were, as long as they weren't trying to sneak into Dragon Valley to steal eggs, the Golden Dragons couldn't be bothered with the infighting among humans—the history of human infighting was so long it was impossible to trace, and after thousands of years of slaughter, humanity showed no signs of extinction, so there was no need to worry.
However, when the news reached the ears of a young Golden Dragon named Besserdon, this dragon, privately described by the other Golden Dragons as having an "excessive sense of justice," became angry.
Besserdon believed that even for humans, with their long history of mutual slaughter, the existence of thieves who harmed their fellow humans was intolerable. If these scoundrels were allowed to run rampant, their misdeeds would eventually corrupt other races on the continent. And the world already had enough evil; less was always better.
Therefore, Besserdon inquired everywhere, hoping someone knew the whereabouts of these northern continental bandits. While most of the golden dragons didn't know, one golden dragon, who had been traveling for a long time and had recently returned to "visit relatives," happened to know information about them.
Having obtained this information, Besserdon immediately set off on his journey to "eliminate evil and purify the world."
In a snow-covered mountain in the north of the continent, the heavy gate of the bandits' stronghold, built of thick timber and iron bars, suddenly burst open. Broken pieces of wood flew everywhere in the billowing dust, startling the nearby bandit sentries who were on guard, who were completely bewildered.
However, when the bandits saw a handsome young man emerge slowly from the dust—a man in a white robe, with shoulder-length, shimmering golden hair and equally piercing golden eyes, carrying a golden staff—they immediately knew what had happened. This young man must be a mage, and the stronghold's gate must have been blasted open by his magic.
Although the bandits knew this young man was "just a mage," they dared not act rashly. The stronghold's heavy gate was so thick that even the mages accompanying the armies of various governments couldn't break it down, yet this young man had breached it; he must be a mage of considerable skill.
It was best to avoid provoke a skilled mage if possible.
However, the bandits couldn't simply let the sorcerer walk into their stronghold so brazenly, especially since he had entered in such a hostile manner by "breaking down the gate." Therefore, under the command of several underlings, the bandits quickly gathered around, almost everyone grabbing bows and arrows or long-range weapons like javelins and throwing knives, cautiously on guard.
Completely oblivious to the tense actions of the large group of bandits around him, the blond young man merely glanced at them indifferently and continued walking slowly.
"Hey!"
One of the underlings blocked the young sorcerer's path with his sword, looking at him with considerable wariness. "What brings you here?"
"Take me to see your leader,"
the young sorcerer said calmly.
"Your name?"
The bandit leader was slightly relieved to hear that the other man was there to see the leader; at least the sorcerer wouldn't be casting spells on him "for the time being." "I'll go and inform the leader."
"I am Besser Dalton."
As Besser Dalton, led by several bandit leaders, entered the main hall of the bandit stronghold, the bandit leaders couldn't help but glance at him. This mage looked so young, but judging from the magical power he possessed—enough to blast open the stronghold's gate—he must be at least a level seven mage, a grand mage. Moreover, he was so handsome. Why had they never heard of such a person on the continent?
Calmly following the leaders to the front, Besser Dalton simply raised his left hand as a 'greeting.
' "Your name is Besser Dalton?"
Despite Besser Dalton's 'rude' behavior, the bandit leaders tolerated it. "What do you want with us?"
"I've heard you bandits have committed countless atrocities on the northern continent. I want you to disband immediately..."
Besser Dalton said slowly, completely unconcerned about the bandits' faces changing instantly. "...And you must immediately surrender to the law enforcement agencies of various countries and accept the legal punishment you deserve."
"Heh heh, you want us to disband immediately and then surrender to the government? Hahaha!"
The bandit leader first sneered, then burst into laughter. "You might as well tell us to slit our own throats! Hahahaha! Disband and then surrender? Are you an idiot? Hehehehe!"
As the bandit leader laughed, the surrounding bandits joined in, their deafening laughter quickly filling the entire hall of the stronghold.
"Slitting your own throat isn't very responsible, but it's an acceptable solution,"
Besser Dalton said slowly, his voice not particularly loud, but the deafening laughter in the stronghold couldn't drown it out. Upon hearing this, the stronghold's hall fell silent for a moment.
"Boy, don't go too far!"
The bandit leader's face twisted with rage. "Even if you're a skilled mage, so what? You think you can make us slit our throats with just a few words? No way! We're all going to die anyway, so we'd rather slit yours first than have us do it!"
With the bandit leader's roar, the bandits gathered in the hall drew their weapons, and the hall was instantly filled with the glint of swords.
"Fine, since you're unwilling to repent and admit your mistakes, then I'll have to do it."
Besser Dalton closed his eyes and slowly raised the golden staff in his right hand, the magic crystal at the tip of the staff already glowing with gathered magic.
"Kill him!"
Seeing Besser Dalton begin to cast his spell, the bandit leader roared. "Don't give him a chance to cast a spell!"
At the bandit leader's command, countless swords and blades rained down on Besser Dalton, accompanied by the incessant twang of bowstrings. Bandits further away aimed their arrows at Dalton, fearing he might cast a spell first; a mage of Dalton's caliber, if he succeeded, would likely kill half the people in the hall instantly.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
With a flick of his left hand, Besser Dalton unleashed a massive torrent of bluish-white lightning, accompanied by chilling crackling sounds, sweeping across the entire hall. Bandits in its path were instantly electrocuted and reduced to charred remains, without even a scream. Simultaneously, the tip of his staff in his right hand released numerous fire elemental eagles that swooped down in all directions. These eagle-shaped fire elements not only incinerated the arrows aimed at Besser Dalton mid-flight but also exploded upon impact with the walls around the hall, engulfing the surrounding bandits in a raging inferno and reducing them to ashes.
One moment, the hall was filled with bandits fiercely attacking Besser Dalton; the next, the ground was littered with charred corpses, and an eerie, deathly silence filled the hall.
Slowly opening his eyes and surveying the now empty hall, Besser Dalton turned and walked slowly towards the exit.
But just as Besser Dalton was about to step out of the hall, a series of crisp claps came from outside. Besser Dalton immediately gripped his staff, on high alert.
"Good, you did very well,"
a clear, melodious female voice rang out, followed by three figures appearing at the hall's entrance.
Besser Dalton was startled at first glance; the two women who appeared later were snow elves, but Besser Dalton could sense a strong dragon aura emanating from them. Those two women must be snow elves transformed from silver dragons, and very likely, they were even legendary ancient holy dragons—otherwise, they wouldn't possess such a powerful dragon aura, something only dragons over a thousand years old could exude.
However, walking ahead of the silver dragons was a woman with translucent, iridescent hair and a pair of diamond-like, shimmering dragon wings on her back—retaining dragon wings while in human form was the legendary holy form of a dragon god appearing in the mortal realm!
Moreover, the dragon aura emanating from the leading woman was no longer just intense; it was a supreme presence, a feeling that made Besser Dalton instinctively want to submit.
The Dragon God—this must be the legendary Dragon God!
"Greetings, Lord Dragon God!"
Without hesitation, Besser Dalton almost instinctively knelt, hands protectively placed in front of him, paying homage to the Dragon God with the etiquette a dragon would show in human form.
"Rise,"
the Dragon God smiled. "You are Besser Dalton, are you?"
"Yes!"
Besser Dalton practically sprang to his feet.
"Very good. I have a favor to ask of you, a very troublesome one!"
The Dragon God maintained his kind (?) smile. "Will you accept?"
"Please give your orders, Lord Dragon God, and I will do my utmost!"
Besser Dalton was overjoyed that the Dragon God had something to entrust to him. This was an unparalleled honor for a dragon, and he agreed without even asking what the Dragon God wanted him to do.
"Very well, I want you to go to a city called 'Kahn'..."

Chapter 3 Who is the most beautiful?
Although Little Silver Bell had tried her best to transform herself into the most beautiful elven woman she knew, the undisputed number one beauty in Kahn was not her, but the theoretically quite detestable 'necromancer' Natalie. The second beauty was the Flame Princess Philia, and the third beauty was the princess's maid, Amethyst, who belonged to the Gem Dragon Clan. Little Silver Bell didn't even rank in the top three. If the 'current king,' the dragon girls of Fritz who wandered around all day, were also included in the ranking, Little Silver Bell's ranking would probably plummet to outside the top twenty.
Of course, Little Silver Bell knew she was still young, and as the former Holy Maiden had said, "there's still a lot of room for improvement." However, the crux of the problem was that Little Silver Bell didn't know how to further improve her appearance. She had traveled throughout the entire Northern Continent, "observing" the appearances of all the elven girls considered beautiful, but while this "knowledge" about beauty helped her win the Holy Maiden selection, it didn't help her obtain the title of "Kahn's Number One Beauty."
If it were simply a matter of competing for beauty rankings, Little Silver Bell wouldn't need to rack her brains at all—she had no interest in squeezing into those "boring humans'" beauty rankings. The problem was that one of the tasks the Dragon God had given Little Silver Bell was to make herself more beautiful. Therefore, whether or not she could squeeze into those boring people's beauty rankings became one of the criteria for judging her beauty.
To make herself more beautiful, of course, she had to learn from those "more beautiful than herself."
Although Princess Filia was ranked second in beauty, her beauty was natural, and Little Silver Bell didn't think she could get any useful tips from her. Amethyst, like most amethyst dragons, thought the silver dragon race were "all idiots," so asking her how to become more beautiful would likely only result in ridicule rather than practical advice.
Therefore, it seemed Little Silver Bell could only seek advice from Natalie, "Kahn's number one beauty."
As usual, Natalie only came to the palace in the afternoon to play two games of chess with Briz, concluding her day's "military instruction." While Natalie was slowly walking back to her residence, Little Silver Bell called out to her halfway.
"Natalie..."
Little Silver Bell hesitated, but then mustered her courage and spoke. "...Can I ask you a question?"
"What question?"
Without even glancing at Little Silver Bell, Natalie continued walking. "Let's talk as we walk."
Not having been rejected by Natalie, Little Silver Bell perked up and quickly caught up with Natalie, walking side-by-side.
"Natalie, do you know how to become more beautiful?"
"Become more beautiful?"
Natalie still didn't look at Little Silver Bell, continuing to walk slowly; but she still answered Little Silver Bell's question. "Is it one of the lessons Sylvia gave you?"
"Yes."
Little Silver Bell nodded.
"I think I might know how to become more beautiful, but before I tell you, I want to ask you a question."
Natalie finally turned her head, her gaze fixed on Little Silver Bell, her black eyes as deep as the night sky.
"Tell me first, what is the true meaning of 'beauty'?"
"The true meaning of 'beauty'?"
Little Silver Bell was stunned.
"Yes, the true meaning of beauty."
Natalie nodded slowly. "If you don't know the true meaning of beauty, how can you make yourself more beautiful?"
"This…"
Little Silver Bell pondered for a moment; she really hadn't thought about this question before. She always just heard that some elven girl was the 'most beautiful woman,' and she would go to 'observe' how beautiful that girl was. Now, after Natalie's question, Little Silver Bell realized that perhaps it was because she hadn't thought about the true meaning of beauty that she couldn't observe the true essence of beauty in those 'girls considered beautiful by others.
' "…I don't know."
Finally, Little Silver Bell shook her head in frustration, admitting her defeat. "Can you tell me?"
"It's actually very simple."
This time, Natalie shifted her gaze away from Little Silver Bell and resumed walking forward on her own. "However, before I tell you, can you answer me why women need to be beautiful?"
"To attract men?"
This time, Little Silver Bell quickly gave her answer.
"Yes, a woman's beauty is meant to attract men."
Natalie smiled back. Although Little Silver Bell was also a girl, she felt that Natalie's smile was the most 'beautiful and moving' smile she had ever seen. "But what do women attract men for?"
What do women attract men for? Little Silver Bell's face immediately turned red at Natalie's question.
"It seems Sylvia's choice of you wasn't entirely without merit."
Seeing Little Silver Bell blush, Natalie gave a meaningful smile.
"As you know, beautiful women attract men, which is very important; because the more beautiful a woman is, the more men are attracted to her, but only one man can have her, which creates competition."
Turning her gaze away from Little Silver Bell, Natalie walked slowly forward, speaking to herself. "To get this beautiful woman, men must compete with each other, and only the most outstanding man can win and become the beautiful woman's only man."
"I know that,"
Little Silver Bell replied. "But what does that have to do with the true meaning of beauty?"
"Want some candy?"
Natalie didn't answer Little Silver Bell's question, but instead extended her left hand, her fair, jade-like palm holding a piece of chocolate.
Although Little Silver Bell wasn't a big fan of sweets, she was afraid of refusing Natalie's "kindness"—Natalie had, in a fit of pique, refused to tell her "how to become more beautiful," which would be a serious loss; therefore, Little Silver Bell took the chocolate from Natalie's hand and tasted it.
“Of course it’s related; beautiful women arouse competition among men, allowing the best men to stand out; this is how excellent offspring are passed down,”
Natalie continued. “So, simply put, the true meaning of beauty is a quality that can arouse male desire; a quality that can make men want to possess you, willing to fight to the death for you.”
“This…this seems a bit too abstract…”
Little Silver Bell blushed, somewhat unable to accept Natalie’s ‘explicit’ explanation—and more importantly, Natalie’s explanation did not give Little Silver Bell any concrete hints on how to ‘become more beautiful’. “Can…can you give some examples?”
“Okay, let me give you an example; for example, long, flowing hair, which gives men the impression that a woman is weak and needs a man’s protection.”
Natalie reached out and ran her hand through her long, flowing hair that reached her slender waist. "Fair and elastic skin is proof of health; high breasts and a pert bottom are signs of a woman's excellent fertility—did the Dragon God ever say your breasts weren't big enough?"
Natalie unexpectedly reopened Little Silver Bell's old wound with a sudden change of topic, and Little Silver Bell almost instinctively covered her chest with her hands.
Natalie simply smiled indifferently at Little Silver Bell's reaction, as if she hadn't seen anything.
"So…you mean, big breasts and a big bottom are beauty?"
Little Silver Bell asked, almost defiantly.
"You idiot, where did you get your understanding?"
Natalie glared at Little Silver Bell. "I just told you the true meaning of beauty, and you've already forgotten? The true meaning of beauty is to attract men, and who is the man you want to attract?" "
…Prince Briz."
Having been called an idiot by Natalie, Little Silver Bell, who always considered herself incredibly clever, felt quite aggrieved.
"So, do you think big breasts and a big bottom will attract him?"
Natalie asked again. "If big breasts and a big butt can't attract the men you want to attract, can big breasts and a big butt still be considered beautiful?"
"...It seems not."
Little Silver Bell's answer was almost defiant. "Then what exactly constitutes beauty?"
"Didn't I just say that a woman's beauty is for attracting men?"
Natalie countered.
"Yes."
Little Silver Bell nodded.
"Okay, then has Briz been attracted to you?"
Natalie continued to press. "Has he spied on you while you showered or peeked at you while you changed clothes? Has he ever blushed in front of you?"
"How could such a thing possibly happen!"
Little Silver Bell felt a bit amused and exasperated. "His Highness isn't that kind of person..."
"Unfortunately, Briz has blushed in front of me, and he often peeks at my chest when we play chess. When I leave, he always stares at my butt. So, the fact that Briz hasn't spied on you while you shower or change clothes only means you're not beautiful enough, not beautiful enough to attract him enough to make him break his self-imposed limitations to get you."
Natalie gave Little Silver Bell a victorious smile. "So, becoming beautiful is simple. As long as Briz starts spying on you while you shower or change clothes, you've become beautiful; if Briz forcibly kisses you, you've probably barely passed; if Briz takes you to bed, you're qualified; when you can make Briz push you to the floor without hesitation, tear your clothes off like a rutting dog, and rape you, you'll be truly beautiful."
Natalie's undisguised explanation made Little Silver Bell blush and lower her head.
"...So, many people want to tear your clothes off and rape you, Natalie?"
With great difficulty, Little Silver Bell finally managed a weak counterattack.
"Yes, but unfortunately they can't; however, unlike other creatures, when humans lack the strength for direct confrontation, they resort to underhanded tactics; for example, giving me drugs or aphrodisiacs, hoping to make it easier to obtain me."
Natalie smiled. "While I can't condone these opportunistic human methods... well, perhaps using cunning is one of the reasons why humans have achieved their leading position on the continent?"
"How do you know they gave you aphrodisiacs or drugs? Have you ever taken them?"
Little Silver Bell was somewhat skeptical.
"Of course."
Natalie answered without hesitation. "The chocolate I just gave you was a gift from some man who was obsessed with possessing me, and it was laced with a large amount of aphrodisiac."
With a 'pfft,' Little Silver Bell spat out the chocolate she had just chewed.

Chapter Four: A Silver Romance
"Brother! Brother!"
A sweet, delicate voice called out quickly, growing louder as it approached. Although he couldn't hear the sound of running footsteps, Blitz knew his sister definitely had something to tell him again.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Blitz put away the book he was reading and stood up. Just then, the door slammed open with a loud bang as Felia kicked it open. After kicking the door open, Felia deliberately held up her skirt, keeping her long, slender legs, clad in stockings, in the same position as when she kicked the door.
"What is it now?"
Blitz greeted Felia's excited expression with a wry smile. Usually, when Felia showed this kind of smile, it meant she had discovered something new and couldn't wait to show it off to Blitz—and of course, she could use Blitz as a guinea pig.
"Brother! You know what?"
Felia said excitedly. "I just discovered a new spell! I'll show you now!"
With that, Philia quickly chanted the incantation, while Blitz could only smile wryly, awaiting the unknown spell that was about to rain down on him.
However, this time, Philia surprisingly didn't cast the spell on Blitz; after Philia finished chanting, a flash of black light surrounded her delicate body, and with a ripping sound, the upper half of her princess dress exploded open, revealing two large, white, and full breasts, their pink nipples still slightly erect.
"Philia, you…"
Unexpectedly, Philia used magic simply to tear her clothes? Blitz's eyes widened, utterly unable to believe what he was seeing… Of course, there was another reason: Philia's voluptuous and sexy figure, comparable to that of an adult woman, made it almost impossible for Blitz to look away, even though he knew that staring intently at his sister's naked body like this wasn't exactly… well… good? … behavior.
"So? Brother, isn't my figure nice? Compared to your little silver bell, whose figure is better?"
Philia didn't seem to care about Blitz's gaze fixed on her chest; instead, she smiled and puffed out her breasts, her two large breasts bouncing up and down with each movement, making Blitz's heart pound faster.
"B-Of course, your figure is better! Little silver bell is a snow elf, so of course her figure is slimmer, not as spectacular as yours."
Blitz felt his mouth go dry, even speaking was difficult.
"You have good taste, you lecherous brother."
Philia giggled. "Alright, enough with the eye candy! I wanted you to see her back, not her chest! You lecherous brother!"
Back? What's on her back…? Blitz composed himself, shifting his gaze from Philia's chest, intending to examine her back for any unusual feature, when he froze. He
saw a pair of wings, a vibrant, ruby-red color, extending from Philia's back; from their shape and the fine scales covering them, Blitz recognized them as dragon wings, and red dragon wings at that!
"How…"
Blitz didn't know how to ask. What kind of magic was this? Why would it cause dragon wings to grow on Philia's back?
"Interesting, isn't it?"
Philia giggled again. "I discovered it today while practicing Bloodlust and Berserk. I just wanted to try combining these two spells to amplify them and see what would happen, but I didn't expect these wings to grow on my back."
Bloodlust and Berserk? Blitz felt something was off. He knew both were evil-type mental magic, capable of enhancing a warrior's combat abilities; but how could dragon wings be created on Philia?
"And these wings are usable!"
Before Blitz could ask, Philia added. Then, the dragon wings on Philia's back unfurled, flapped a few times, creating a gust of air that slowly lifted her body into the air. Blitz
was dumbfounded. A spell combining Bloodlust and Berserk could actually create usable wings on a person? What kind of new magic was this?
"However, this spell won't create wings on other people; it will only cause their blood vessels to burst and them to faint. I think those people are probably too weak to withstand the spell's power, so I came to you, brother, to try it out!" Philia
said with a grin, but Blitz inwardly cursed: Philia really wanted to use him as a guinea pig for her new spell! And it sounded like this spell could cause blood vessels to burst, so…
Without giving Blitz much time to think, Philia chanted the incantation again. Black light flickered in Philia's fair palm, and then Philia reached out and pressed the ball of black light onto Blitz's forehead.
"Ouch!"
When Philia cast the mixed Bloodlust Berserk spell on Blitz, Blitz felt an extreme pain explode in his mind, as if someone had smashed his head open with a giant iron hammer; the pain made Blitz crouch on the ground, clutching his head.
"Huh? Why isn't it working?"
Just as Blitz was clutching his head and crying out in pain, Philia felt strange because the spell wasn't working; when Philia used this spell on herself, it could make her grow dragon wings, and when she used it on others, it would cause blood vessels to burst, but when she used it on Blitz, it only made Blitz scream?
"Perhaps the spell's power wasn't enough? Let's try again!"
Philia quickly chanted the incantation, and before Blitz could stop her, a second, mixed Bloodlust Berserk spell was cast on him.
"..."
When this spell, greatly amplified by Philia, was cast on Blitz, he immediately felt an unbearable pain explode in his mind. The sensation in the area affected by the pain instantly went numb, and then an indescribable feeling of excitement welled up like a spring in the places where the pain had ravaged.
With a 'whoosh,' Blitz's clothes suddenly ripped into pieces, and a pair of bronze-colored dragon wings rapidly unfolded on his back, swaying slightly in the air currents. Azure sparks of electricity danced all over Blitz's body.
"Wow! Bro! You're so cool! Not only do you have wings, but you also have electric arcs all over your body! It's super dazzling!"
The 'experiment' was a success, and Felia clapped and laughed. She even curiously reached out to touch Blitz, only to be shocked by the electric arcs emanating from him. The pain made Felia quickly pull her hand back.
However, Blitz had no time to notice the changes in his body, as the numerous electric arcs had burned all his clothes to shreds, leaving him completely naked. To make matters worse, his sister was right in front of him, staring with considerable interest at his engorged penis…
But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that, having just seen his sister's sexy naked body, Blitz's penis was now ignoring his rational protests, steadily engorging and slowly becoming erect, pointing directly at Felia.
Just then, Little Silver Bell, who had just gone to serve Britz tea, entered the study. Seeing the dragon wings sprouting from Britz's back, Little Silver Bell instantly paled and screamed. Then, in a tone of speech Britz couldn't understand at all, she rapidly chanted a spell. A white flash shot from between Little Silver Bell's hands and landed on Britz.
"Whoa!"
Compared to the pain caused by Philia's spell, the pain caused by Little Silver Bell's spell in Britz's mind was ten times greater. Britz didn't even have time to feel anything before he fainted from the excruciating pain.
When he regained consciousness, Britz found himself lying in bed, with Little Silver Bell sitting anxiously beside him, holding his hand tightly.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
Little Silver Bell asked with concern.
"I... what happened?"
Britz felt a little dizzy.
"You just fainted, it almost scared me to death!"
Hearing Little Silver Bell say this, Blitz remembered the nightmarish experiences before he fainted: being used as a magic experiment by Philias, having strange wings grow on his body, and then Little Silver Bell casting a spell on him before he fainted...
"By the way, Little Silver Bell, what spell did you just cast?"
Blitz became curious, not only because he had never heard the incantation of that spell before, but also because Little Silver Bell's way of casting spells was very different from before, at least the way she chanted the incantation was very different.
Upon hearing Blitz's question, Little Silver Bell was immediately dumbfounded. When she came in, she saw that Blitz had somehow broken the elemental seal placed by the Dragon God and transformed into the Dragon God's Saint form (human appearance with dragon wings). She was terrified on the spot because the Dragon God had instructed the dragons responsible for "taking care" of Blitz and Philia to never let Blitz and Philia discover that they were the offspring of humans and dragons. However, Blitz had transformed without her knowledge. In her fright, Little Silver Bell immediately cast an elemental seal combined with a mental seal spell on Blitz. Because she forcibly sealed Blitz's spirit when he was transformed and in an extremely high mental state, Blitz fainted from the pain on the spot.
Worse still, fearing the spell wouldn't be powerful enough, Little Silver Bell, in her haste, used dragon language magic. Humans cannot use dragon language magic, so Briz naturally hadn't heard Little Silver Bell chant the incantation in dragon language. More importantly, the dragons responsible for "taking care" of Briz and Philia had also promised the Dragon God that they wouldn't let Briz and Philia discover their dragon identities. Yet Little Silver Bell used dragon language magic in front of Briz, which was tantamount to breaking her promise to the Dragon God. If Briz discovered she was a silver dragon because of this, Little Silver Bell was terrified of the Dragon God's anger and the punishment he would inflict for breaking his promise.
Her mind raced, but even though Little Silver Bell considered herself exceptionally intelligent among the younger generation of the Silver Dragon clan, she couldn't come up with a suitable explanation to answer Blitz's question. Blitz, though honest, wasn't stupid. Once he heard dragon language, he remembered it. The next time he heard it, he would know Little Silver Bell was using dragon magic, and her identity would be exposed. Therefore, trying to deceive Blitz with an excuse was useless.
"What's wrong? Is something amiss?"
Seeing Little Silver Bell's flustered expression and silence, Blitz looked at her curiously.
Little Silver Bell knew that if she didn't give Blitz an answer soon, he would become suspicious. Even if Blitz didn't press her about what magic she had just used, he would still try to find out what spell she had cast. If Blitz went to ask Natalie, and Natalie honestly told Blitz it was dragon language magic—Little Silver Bell was very sure that Natalie would tell Blitz the truth, since it was Little Silver Bell who would be punished by the Dragon God, not Natalie, and Natalie didn't care about anyone else's life or death—then Little Silver Bell would be doomed.
Even so, Little Silver Bell still couldn't think of a proper solution; in desperation, she couldn't help but cry.
"Huh? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Unexpectedly, Little Silver Bell shed tears in front of him, and Blitz panicked, forgetting for a moment that he was going to ask about the dragon language magic, and hurriedly comforted Little Silver Bell. "Don't cry, don't cry, is there anything I can help you with? Don't cry!"
Seeing that Blitz's attention had been diverted, Little Silver Bell immediately thought of a good method—to distract Blitz! So, Little Silver Bell simply burst into loud sobs, crying as if the world were ending, a pitiful, heart-wrenching, tear-filled cry; and seeing Little Silver Bell's uncontrollable crying, Blitz also became anxious, because her mother, Moria, had instructed her to treat Little Silver Bell well, and now that Little Silver Bell was crying so sadly, Blitz felt that she had not fulfilled her obligation to "treat her well."
In desperation, Blitz quickly sat down next to Little Silver Bell, gently patting her shoulder and whispering comforting words in her ear; with Blitz sitting next to her and Blitz "blowing" into her ear, Little Silver Bell only felt a slightly numb and comfortable sensation on one side of her body, and for a moment she forgot to cry louder.
Seeing that his "comfort" had worked, Blitz perked up and became even more proactive, putting his arm around Silver Bell's lower back. Blitz had always liked Silver Bell, but he could never find an opportunity to get closer to her. He was afraid that a hasty move would scare her away, so he had always been observing.
Now that the opportunity had arrived, and since his first step hadn't offended Silver Bell, Blitz began the second step to close the distance between them.
Feeling Blitz's hand around her waist, Silver Bell couldn't help but blush. However, Silver Bell's primary goal was to distract Blitz, and using her beauty to divert his attention was a good idea. Besides, Silver Bell didn't "dislike" the handsome Blitz, but she was responsible for taking care of him, and having a romantic relationship with him didn't seem to be her duty. Therefore, Silver Bell didn't actively pursue Blitz.
But this time was different. Little Silver Bell needed to distract Blitz to avoid exposing her identity. If sacrificing her looks could achieve her goal, she wouldn't hesitate.
Noticing that his further actions hadn't provoked Little Silver Bell's resentment, but instead had quieted her sobs, Blitz was greatly encouraged. This time, he simply pulled Little Silver Bell's slender body into his arms, his hands encircling her delicate frame, feeling her soft body and smooth skin. He whispered comforting words in her ear, inhaling her faint, refreshing virgin scent. Unexpectedly, the
usually reserved Blitz had become so bold, and Little Silver Bell blushed again. Being held in Blitz's arms actually felt quite nice; it was warm and gave her a sense of being protected, making her feel safe. For a moment, Little Silver Bell forgot to cry, only lowering her head, her face flushed, looking shy and adorable.
"Um, that, Little Silver Bell..."
Seeing that the beautiful woman he was holding had finally stopped crying, Blitz cautiously continued to probe. "What kind of magic did you just cast? Can you tell me?"
Hearing Blitz's question, Little Silver Bell almost fainted. She hadn't expected Blitz to be so inquisitive. However, Little Silver Bell knew that pretending to cry again was useless this time. Even if Blitz didn't ask while she was pretending to cry, he would immediately start pressing her for details once she finished crying. Unless she could divert Blitz's attention in a better way, such as...
"Your Highness, what's that hard thing pressing against my butt? It hurts so much."
Little Silver Bell asked deliberately, though she knew perfectly well what it was.
Upon being asked this by Little Silver Bell, Blitz immediately felt embarrassed. Holding his beloved beauty, especially one ranked among the most beautiful women on the Northern Continent's beauty list, it was hard for Blitz not to have impure thoughts. His lower body faithfully responded to his desires, erecting itself perfectly between Little Silver Bell's buttocks. Blitz couldn't bear to part with that warm, comfortable feeling, and since Little Silver Bell didn't immediately object, he pretended not to notice, taking advantage of her.
"It's Your Highness's penis, isn't it?"
Seeing Blitz's embarrassment, Little Silver Bell laughed. She suddenly found a way to extricate herself from this predicament.
"Uh…this…that…"
This time it was Blitz's turn to blush, at a loss for words.
"Your Highness, don't blush, hehe, so cute."
Little Silver Bell chuckled, turned her head, and lightly kissed Blitz's cheek. This kiss, though light, made Blitz feel as if he were flying to the heavens.
The girl he liked had kissed him!
"Your Highness? Your Highness!"
By the time Blitz came to his senses again, Little Silver Bell had already called out several times.
"I'm sorry, I was just spacing out."
Blitz apologized sheepishly. "What is it?"
"Your...you were making me feel really uncomfortable!"
Little Silver Bell said with a hint of anger, which startled Blitz so much that he immediately released his arms from Little Silver Bell.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Blitz hurriedly apologized, but Little Silver Bell didn't immediately remove her bottom from 'that hard thing.' Instead, she chuckled softly and wriggled in Blitz's arms, making him feel itchy again.
"Little Silver Bell, I... can I hug you?"
With Little Silver Bell's soft body wriggling in his arms, and reluctant to part with the tender touch of her smooth skin, Blitz finally mustered the courage to ask.
Little Silver Bell chuckled. She had already hugged him for so long, and now she was asking if she could hug him? Was Blitz innocently cute? Or was he just being hypocritical? However, this was a good opportunity to distract Blitz.
"As long as Your Highness doesn't ask what kind of magic I used, of course you can,"
Little Silver Bell stated her condition.
"Why?"
Blitz asked curiously again.
"Because it would be very troublesome for me!"
Little Silver Bell pouted her cherry-like lips and acted coquettishly.
Originally, the "trouble" Little Silver Bell meant was the inability to explain to Blitz why she could use dragon language magic, but Blitz misunderstood it as Little Silver Bell not wanting him to be sad because he couldn't learn her magic.
"I won't ask."
Blitz knew he could never learn Little Silver Bell's magic anyway, so he was happy to agree.
"Then, Your Highness, how would you like to hold me?"
Having successfully defused the awkwardness of Blitz's questioning about dragon language magic, Little Silver Bell was in an exceptionally good mood. She nestled into Blitz's arms, even taking his hands and wrapping them around herself; Little Silver Bell knew Blitz was too shy, and if she didn't take the initiative, even if Blitz got permission, he probably wouldn't dare to reach out and hug her even in a hundred years. ...Well, or perhaps it should be said that Little Silver Bell wasn't pretty enough for Blitz to hug her without hesitation? According to Natalie…
and Briz, who had finally managed to hold the soft, fragrant beauty in her arms, was so happy she almost fainted. The warmth of Little Silver Bell's body seeped through her clothes to Briz, and the faint scent of her hair wafted into her nostrils—both were incredibly pleasant sensations. Adding to this, the smooth feel of her soft skin against Briz's skin as she held her made Briz's hands unable to resist gently caressing her delicate, silky skin.
Quietly nestled in Briz's arms, Little Silver Bell closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being embraced—after all, she was originally the "high and mighty" Silver Dragon Saintess, not born to be a maid. Now that she finally had the chance to be her pampered young lady again, Little Silver Bell didn't want to miss this rare opportunity to relax.
Besides, being held by Briz felt quite comfortable.
Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread from Xiao Yinling's chest throughout her body, causing her to let out a soft moan.
It turned out that Briz's hand had accidentally touched the protrusions on Xiao Yinling's chest. Although Xiao Yinling's breasts weren't large enough, they were still shapely, soft, and elastic. Briz's hand suddenly touched soft flesh with a wonderful feel, which bounced back when pressed slightly. Out of curiosity, he explored further, causing Xiao Yinling to let out several more soft moans from the tingling sensation.
"Your Highness, you…"
Xiao Yinling blushed at her own soft moans and was about to complain to Briz when his fingers reached the tips of her breasts, curiously pressing down on the two firm nipples to test their elasticity.
"Ah!"
Little Silver Bell screamed, clutching Briz's clothes tightly with both hands. The sudden, intense stimulation on her chest made her gasp incessantly.
But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that Little Silver Bell felt her lower body becoming wet.
"What's wrong?"
Startled by Little Silver Bell's scream, Briz quickly stopped.
"N-nothing...it's just that Your Highness's touch feels so good...um..."
Although embarrassed, Little Silver Bell honestly told Briz how she felt.
Since Little Silver Bell's scream was because of 'pleasure,' and Briz also found her voice incredibly pleasant and captivating, he was 'inspired' and immediately continued 'exploring' the movements of Little Silver Bell's heaving chest, causing her to moan and scream alternately.
Observing which type of caress most elicited a response from Xiao Yinling's body, Blitz began to focus his exploration on the areas that would make her scream—purely out of curiosity. But this was disastrous for Xiao Yinling. Blitz's still-developing techniques initially gave her some breathing room, but as the quick-learning Blitz mastered her weaknesses, wherever his fingers touched, they aroused unbearable pleasure, and Xiao Yinling's screams grew louder and louder.
"Ah!...I hate it!"
Finally, Xiao Yinling couldn't take it anymore. She felt that if she continued screaming like this, her ladylike image in Blitz's eyes would be completely destroyed. So, Xiao Yinling wrapped her arms around Blitz's neck, pressed her hot, cherry-like lips against his, and offered a passionate kiss—while simultaneously preventing any more erotic moans from escaping her own mouth.
Upon being kissed by Little Silver Bell, Blitz felt the world spin. A wave of electric-like pleasure surged through his body, causing him to lose his balance and tumble onto the bed with Little Silver Bell in tow. Their bodies intertwined in an extremely intimate position.
"Little Silver Bell, I..."
Blitz was about to say something when Little Silver Bell simply chuckled and shook her head, immediately kissing Blitz's lips again. This time, Blitz was prepared. Although the electric-like pleasure was still dizzying, Blitz was now able to control himself, wrapping his arms around Little Silver Bell's waist and sliding them down to her full, round buttocks.
"Ahhhhh!"
Even while kissing Blitz, the extraordinary pleasure caused a delicate moan to escape Little Silver Bell's lips; at the same time, Little Silver Bell's body trembled, and her lower body suddenly became wet.
"Little Silver Bell, what's wrong with you..."
Briz, whose penis was still hard and pressed between Little Silver Bell's legs, immediately felt the change in moisture between them. "Did you lose control of your bladder?"
"Ugh! No way!"
Little Silver Bell blushed, pushed Briz onto the bed, and rolled over to straddle him. Briz's 'teasing' had already aroused her to the point where she couldn't take it anymore, which was why she had just had an orgasm. Her panties were soaked with overflowing fluid, making Briz think she had lost control of her bladder. To make matters worse, after the orgasm, she felt an unbearable emptiness in her lower body. Unable to endure it any longer, Little Silver Bell finally disregarded her image and pressed Briz down, taking the initiative.
Pulling down Briz's pants, Little Silver Bell's slender hands grasped Briz's erect penis, aiming it at her own extremely empty, need-filled secret passage. Little Silver Bell glanced at Briz; his expression was somewhat bewildered, yet also expectant.
Mutual attraction reigned, and Little Silver Bell, without hesitation, first clamped her two wet, pink petals around the tip of Briz's penis, then with a downward thrust, her empty passage fully embraced Briz's penis, swelling and filling it completely.
"Mmm..."
Although her body was prepared to receive Blitz's penis, it was still her first time. When Blitz's penis broke through the thin membrane in her flower path, she was still in so much pain that she felt weak all over and collapsed onto Blitz.
"Are you alright?"
Although Blitz had never been so "intimate" with a girl before, he knew that this was the process of a girl losing her virginity. Seeing the pain on Xiao Yinling's face, Blitz didn't dare to move, afraid that any movement would make her feel even more pain. He simply held her gently and kissed her forehead, cheeks, and lips lightly.
"Mmm... It's much better now."
Xiao Yinling was, after all, a dragon. Although it hurt a lot when her hymen was broken, the pain quickly disappeared. In its place, an incredibly itchy pleasure shot up from where they were joined. Xiao Yinling couldn't help but moan softly again, and her slender waist began to sway involuntarily.
Blitz quickly noticed Little Silver Bell's reaction. The way she swayed her hips gave his penis, inserted inside her, an incredibly pleasurable sensation. It was wet, slippery, and incredibly elastic, constantly contracting. Blitz felt it was far more comfortable than when Little Silver Bell massaged his back with her hands.
Unable to resist, Blitz thrust his hips forward, penetrating even deeper into Little Silver Bell's body. The flesh rubbed against flesh, the tip of his penis touching a fleshy ring, an unbearably addictive and pleasurable sensation.
"Oh..."
Little Silver Bell's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Blitz's thrust had left her completely weak, and the burning pleasure in her lower body, accompanied by a torrent of nectar, gushed out.
Briz, who had been forcibly restraining himself from "violating" Little Silver Bell, finally couldn't hold back any longer. His desire was burning; he wanted to completely possess the girl on top of him. The "bad side of his personality" that he usually suppressed surfaced when Briz's self-control weakened. Briz tightly hugged Little Silver Bell's delicate body, flipped over and pinned her beneath him, and began to thrust his hips again and again, pounding his penis into Little Silver Bell's body like mining, instinctively wanting to extract more pleasure from her.
"Ah! Your Highness... Ahh!"
As Briz thrust into her body, Little Silver Bell couldn't help but let out a seductive cry. At first, she felt this was a bit 'not ladylike enough,' but when the flames of pleasure burned away her reason, she could no longer care. She hooked her legs around Briz's waist, swaying her hips to meet his thrusts, her cherry lips offering a kiss, her tongue intertwining with his, each seeking endless tenderness and sweetness.
The pleasure rapidly intensified, Briz's movements becoming more and more violent, and Little Silver Bell's moans becoming increasingly wanton. Finally, Little Silver Bell let out a long scream, experiencing another peak of pleasure. Briz, too, experienced his first orgasm as Little Silver Bell's powerful contractions brought her climax. With unprecedented force, Briz thrust his penis deep into Little Silver Bell's body, releasing all the essence he had accumulated over eighty years into her.
The moon had risen high in the sky, but the two people entwined in bed showed no signs of stopping.
"Your Highness..."
Little Silver Bell, her face flushed, nestled against Britz's strong chest, her fingers gently tracing alluring circles on his nipples. "...I want more." "
Really? You want more?"
Britz was a little timid. From day to night, they had already experienced dozens of orgasms, and now the sheets were covered with overflowing semen and nectar. Although Britz was exceptionally strong, after dozens of ejaculations, he felt a little powerless—especially since Little Silver Bell's alluring flower path seemed to have a mysterious attraction, making him ejaculate wildly and to his heart's content each time. The energy expenditure was particularly terrifying, even more exhausting than fighting with Felia.
In contrast, Little Silver Bell was not only rosy-cheeked and incredibly beautiful, but with each ejaculation from Blitz, her spirits seemed to rise even higher. Her alluring, watery eyes radiated a captivating charm that became increasingly irresistible to Blitz.
"Is this why you call me Little 'Slut' Bell?"
"What Little 'Slut' Bell! It sounds awful!"
Little Silver Bell retorted coquettishly, sitting up and instantly taking Blitz's surrendering white flag into her honey pot, her buttocks swaying.
"How dare you call me Little 'Slut' Bell? I'll have to punish Your Highness properly! Ahhhhhh, so comfortable!"
Everyone should go to sleep; it seems these two are going to have a late-night battle tonight.

[The End]

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