Dragons got Super Regeneration and Pain Dampening, which is why Chiyan could calmly chop off a slice of her tail with a hand knife and regrow it instantly.
Plus, dragon meat’s a mega-tonic. Normal folks eating it could snag some boosts and even level up XP.
Too bad Filo was maxed out—no XP gains for her. And buffs? Kinda useless. What’s she gonna do, carry a dragon meat burger around, yell “timeout” mid-fight, chomp down, and go Super Saiyan?
That’s way too wild.
Filo stared at the two remaining plates of dragon meat, coughing hard to clear her throat.
Her chopsticks hovered over the meat, her lips quivering, before she sighed and set them down.
“You guys… self-produce, self-consume.”
“Aww, come on!”
“No more dragon meat next time, got it?”
“Fiiiine…”
Chiyan and Bingpo, faces pure awkward, grabbed their portions of dragon meat from the table. They took a deep breath and popped—shoved it all down in one gulp.
“Mm, tastes pretty good, even without taste buds,” Bingpo said.
“Right? Ain’t my fault. I heard humans love dragon meat. Why’s Master so meh? Wait, is Master not human?” Chiyan blinked, muttering.
Bingpo’s brain clicked. Master wasn’t human! Humans dig dragon meat, but what’s that to a Blood Clan Master?
Damn it, she got suckered by Chiyan’s dumb plan and forgot something that big.
Are idiots contagious? Gotta keep some distance from Chiyan, or she’d turn into a doofus too.
Bingpo’s little brain spun, hunting for new ways to score Filo’s favor.
Human… Blood Clan… Master’s Blood Clan… got it! That’s it!
Bingpo’s eyes lit up, lips curling, her whole vibe shifting.
“What’s with the grin? You nuts? Master dissed us, but we ain’t totally sunk!” Chiyan slapped Bingpo’s shoulder, trying to cheer her up.
Bingpo swatted Chiyan’s hand off, tilted her head, and huffed confidently, “Who’s dissed? Who’s sunk? I’m not done. I’ve got the real winning move. Master’s number one spot? It’s mine!”
…
Midnight.
The torrential rain outside raged on, no sign of stopping. The villa was starting to creak, but Bingpo had it covered. She shifted to dragon form, blasting a Frost Dragon Breath around the villa, forming a thick ice shield.
It blocked the rain and muffled the drip drip drip, making the villa feel as quiet as if it weren’t storming at all.
Having soaked in the hot spring earlier, no bath was needed. Filo’s tired eyes drooped, and she let out a big yawn.
“Sleep~ Sleep~ Here’s to a sweet dream~” Filo thumped onto the cushy bed.
This bed’s materials were next-level. Think it’s just wool?
Nope, it’s… okay, yeah, wool (/ω＼) blush.
But not just any wool—LV100 Battle-Horn Sheep King wool. Bingpo flew thousands of kilometers to the Azure Grasslands, shearing the baddest sheep king’s “hair.”
Crafted into a bed, it’d rank top-tier in any human market.
That plush feeling? Once you hit it, you’re trapped in a fluffy “abyss.” Filo didn’t even wanna roll over, just sprawled in her “screw everyone” pose, ready to crash.
Right as Filo was about to doze off, urgent knock knock knocks hit the door. Her brows twitched—she didn’t wanna get up, but the knocking wouldn’t quit.
“Who’s there? Got something, just come in,” Filo mumbled, twisting her head on the bed, eyes shut.
“Master, I’m coming in, then.” Bingpo’s voice came from outside. The door creaked open, and tap tap tap, Bingpo stepped toward Filo sprawled on the bed.
“That voice… Bingpo? What’s… what’s up…” Filo, still face-down, muttered stammeringly, eyes closed. Bingpo’s steps kept coming, but no reply.
Tap… tap… tap… tap…
“Something up?”
Filo asked again. Still no answer, but the steps got clearer. Something felt off. Filo forced her eyes open, groggily flipping from sprawl to lying flat.
She looked ahead—and snap shut her eyes again. Bingpo stood in a tube top, her pale, tender shoulders bare, the outfit way skimpier than that JK uniform before, oozing way more spice!
“Master, look at me!”
“What… what’re you doing…”
“Master, you’re Blood Clan, but I’ve never seen you drink blood. Even as a True Ancestor, going too long without blood’s gotta have side effects, right? So, Master, use me”
Bingpo pressed close to Filo, her fingernail lightly slicing her neck. Dragon skin’s tough, but it’s her own body—others can’t pierce it, but she can cut herself easy.
Bean-sized red blood beads trickled from her neck. Filo’s eyes were shut, but her nose worked…
Dragon blood’s “nutrition” and “flavor” were leagues above human’s. Plus, Filo’s body hadn’t fed in ages. That tempting scent hit her nose, and her Blood Clan instincts kicked in hard.
Whoosh!
Filo’s eyes snapped open, her pupils redder than ever. In a blink, the tables turned.
Bingpo had been leaning over Filo—now Filo pinned Bingpo down.
Filo panted hard, cheeks flushed, lips parting to reveal two sharp fangs glinting faintly.
“M-Master… wait, wait… easy… take it easy… ah…”
That night, Bingpo truly grasped her Master’s terror.
Tftc!