Aurina squatted on the bed, legs spread apart, her small hands propping her up.
Her tail curled around her feet and hands, and her little face sank into deep thought.
The entire room fell silent.
So cute, like a little cat, Sophia thought.
Sophia stared at Aurina, finding her adorable no matter how she looked.
Her long red hair cascaded down her slender back, spilling onto the soft blanket, as if her entire body were covered in soft fur.
She exuded an irresistible charm, one that transcended physical laws.
Even a ray of sunlight from the window seemed to bend its path to fall upon her.
Sophia’s fingers itched, urging her to reach out and stroke Aurina’s hair, to smooth out a few stray strands.
She imagined the sensation of touching Aurina’s hair, her hand almost feeling the soft fur.
But the fantasy vanished quickly, leaving only a stronger craving to touch.
Aurina was unaware of how much Sophia was thinking.
In her eyes, Sophia was just another female who had fallen under her majestic dominance.
She was pondering the feasibility of the “fiancée spell.”
This king, with her world-shaking wisdom, has already mastered the little girl spell, outsmarting the little bug.
So this “fiancée spell” allows a big-chested female like Sophia to effortlessly bully Richard.
She doesn’t even need to chant a spell; she could even slap him and humiliate him.
Even her father, a one-eyed, limping ordinary little bug, could point at Richard’s nose and provoke him.
This proves the fiancée spell is stronger, more dominant, more powerful than the little girl spell.
If I could fully enslave Richard and beat the foolish thing called kindness out of his brain, sharing a bit of my wisdom with him…
Then more gold would pour into my mouth.
But was it really that simple?
Aurina vaguely sensed something ominous, a price behind this spell that she’d rather spit out gold coins to avoid than pay.
From her understanding of little bug society, the term “husband and wife” meant two or more bugs coming together to produce offspring.
Unlike those foolish gold dragons who paired one-to-one, producing few, slow, and weak offspring—what a joke.
The female named Sophia interrupted Aurina’s thoughts: “Aurina… Aurina…”
“Gah?”
“Aurina,” Sophia mustered her courage and said, “Can I touch your hair? It’s a bit split; I just want to smooth it out.”
Aurina’s lips curled slightly.
Is this submission to this king?
For red dragons—at least for the few clutches Aurina grew up with—lower beings were expected to groom the scales of the strong, cleaning off dirt.
“Come,” Aurina commanded.
“Touch, and keep touching.”
“Okay,” Sophia said with a smile, eagerly removing her gloves to touch Aurina’s red hair.
She marveled, “Aurina, you have so much hair, so soft to the touch, so smooth. What do you use to wash it?”
As she spoke, her proud peaks swayed before Aurina’s face, like water skins filled with milk, jiggling with her movements, the milk inside sloshing against the sides.
Damn it, doesn’t this female know to respect this king?
How dare she be so much taller?
Can’t her knees bend?
With that thought, Aurina shot her a sideways glance.
“Wash? You use water?”
“I use special spices—lavender, rosemary, and some herbs—but they’re not as good as yours,” Sophia said.
“It’s not just soft; it’s warm, like it’s been sun-kissed. Oh, Aurina, your skin is so smooth too. I use pearl powder and milk on my face, and it’s still not as good as yours.”
“Gah,” Aurina said.
“This king never uses water to wash. Only weak creatures use water. This king uses fire.”
“Fire?”
“Yes, fire,” Aurina said, feeling Sophia’s hand stroke down her back.
She flopped onto the bed and ordered, “Harder, Sophia.”
“Okay.”
Sophia’s eyes sparkled as she started from Aurina’s round head, gliding along her waterfall-like, glossy long hair, down her back, waist, barely-there hips, and thighs.
It was like petting a big cat—no, even more delightful than petting a cat.
Her hands began to feel warm.
Aurina squinted, the pressure reminding her of long, long, long ago.
Back then, the little bugs she saw wore leather skirts and held spears tipped with sharp stones.
She was the leader of her clutch, titled the “Supreme Red Dragon Lord Who Knocks Out Seven in One Blow.”
Her frail sister, born from the same egg, always stayed by her side, massaging and serving her.
Aurina would even pinch her sister’s tail tip.
Who would’ve thought that such a frail sister could defy her brother—the strongest, most dominant, most powerful brother—with those tiny, cunning, sinister little spells she read from books.
Even recalling unpleasant memories, Aurina still thought of those languid summer days, with her sister tending to her body.
Relaxing her body, Aurina asked the female she had completely subdued, “Sophia.”
“Hm?”
“Have you and Richard mated?”
Sophia froze, then blushed and said, “No!”
“Aren’t you his fiancée?”
Aurina tried to pinpoint what felt off.
Such a powerful, dominant spell—why does it come with no cost, only benefits?
“Who told you these things?”
Sophia said.
“You’re still young; these matters—”
“This king is commanding you,” Aurina said, propping her head on one hand with a childish air.
“Because I am your king, Richard’s rider. Even the strongest little bug has to carry this king.”
Sophia burst out laughing and said, “Alright, great King of All Kings.”
“No,” Aurina said.
“The Red Dragon King of Kings Who Slays Seven in One Strike.”
Sophia covered her mouth, saying, “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you everything.”
She recalled the scene of Aurina transforming into a dragon, fighting alongside Richard.
Everyone around had exclaimed, calling Richard a natural dragon knight.
Not a single person mentioned her—she was like an irrelevant background figure in that battle.
This sparked a hint of prideful emotion.
“Because Richard is a paladin who upholds knightly honor,” Sophia said. “We vowed to give each other our first time on our wedding night. Until then, he never crosses that line. He respects me so much. Even in our most passionate moments, I only allow him to lightly kiss my lips—no tongue—and he complies.”
Both their first time?
That bed game must be boring, Aurina thought, nodding.
“This king knows about Richard’s kindness. Go on. How did you become his fiancée?”
“He knelt and proposed.”
“Knelt?”
Aurina froze.
The beast of burden’s stupidity never ceases to amaze this king.
He was foolish enough to kneel, becoming the target of the fiancée spell.
Sophia misunderstood Aurina’s reaction, reveling in her surprise.
Aurina hurriedly sat up and said, “So, how do I make him kneel and propose?”