The next morning, a ray of sunlight squeezed through the crack in the curtain and landed on Aya's eyelids, waking him up from a hazy dream.

"Uh... so thirsty."

Aya's breath vibrated with a faint sound in his throat. He felt his senses still a bit dull, with the dryness in his mouth especially clear.

Only when he tried to sit up did he feel the weight pressing on his chest.

Soft silver hair covered large patches of snowy white skin, a faint outline of a fragrant shoulder peeking out, the young girl lay curled up on Aya's chest like a sleeping kitten, her body rising and falling with his breath. Her silver eyelashes trembled slightly, a droplet of crystal tears clinging to the edge.

Apart from a flimsy silk bedsheet, the girl was completely exposed, her delicate body pressed tightly against Aya's, her curled-up form especially endearing, showing no trace of her usual mischievous witch-like demeanor.

Aya, completely exposed himself, could fully feel this point with his own body.

It took a while for Aya's dazed mind to gradually recall the intimate entanglement from last night, and his cheeks gradually grew hot.

Both he and Tiran were Holy Rank, and excelled in physical abilities as close combatants. Whether it was flexibility, muscle strength, or endurance, they were all at levels far beyond ordinary people.

With such a foundation, the two of them had practically tried every imaginable posture, and after Princess drew out Dragon's conquering desire, Aya once again fell into a frenzy...

As a result, despite their strength, Aya now felt weak and dizzy.

“By the way... how many times did we... last night?”

Aya's head subconsciously raised this question as he felt the weakness in his body, but after a moment of careful thought, he gave up.

“I can't remember…”

The fact that even Dragon's computer-like memory method couldn't recall, could only mean that last night was indeed too wild. No, should it be said early this morning? Glancing at the sky outside, Aya suspected he had only slept for two or three hours at most.

At that moment, the girl in his arms made a slight snorting sound, waking up from her slumber as well.

"Aya? Good morning."

Rubbing her eyes sleepily, Tiran sat up using her hands against Aya's chest, her legs straddling his waist, rubbing her eyes and yawning gently. The silky bedsheet slipped off her smooth back as she sat up, revealing her perky behind.

The greeting felt natural, as if they were an old married couple.

"Good m-morning?"

Aya also instinctively responded, well, if Tiran Miss was so calm, he couldn't show too much panic, right? Otherwise, he would definitely be teased.

“But why is Aya on my bed… Oh.”

The still drowsy girl continued to rub her eyes, then naturally pushed her long hair back with both hands, but her movement suddenly froze.

Well, it seemed like another child whose mind hadn't fully awakened along with her body.

But Tiran didn't react too drastically, she just blushed, then slowly laid her head back down on Aya's chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

The room fell into a peaceful silence as the two woke up from the remnants of their passion, listening carefully to each other's heartbeat.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

And what broke this calmness was not an external disturbance, but...

"Um, Aya..."

Confusion filled Aya's eyes as he saw the person in his arms raise her head, a hint of a sob in her voice, "You're pressing against me."

Silence.

Silence.

Continued silence.

"Don't say that kind of thing at a time like this! It's not something I can control!"

It wasn't very normal to have a physical reaction early in the morning when there was a beauty in his arms, right?!

Aya almost embarrassingly buried his head in Tiran's chest... Oh, but Tiran Miss doesn't have much of a chest, so it's fine.

“But it really hurts down there!”

Tiran pouted, looking aggrieved, then suddenly bit down on Aya's chest as if to vent her frustration. Unlike the tearing pain from that time in Lijing, this time... it seemed purely because they had done too much... cough cough cough cough!

“You were the one who asked me to be rough...” Aya muttered through the pain.

"You couldn't hear a word I said at that time either!" Princess pouted, glaring with puffed cheeks.

Really, it wasn't until last night that she experienced what it meant to be pounded like a stake... Thanks to the deal she made with that unnamed god for her current body, otherwise she would've felt like she'd been smacked to death...

"And after going that far last night, the sheets and bed covers need to be changed too."

Pulling away from Aya, Tiran propped up her sore waist, feeling the sheets and blankets next to her. It had dried up quite a bit after a night, but the scent was still remarkably strong.

Wait, is this also a Dragon trait? She didn't notice last night, but now, upon closer sniffing, there was a subtle and unique fragrance, reminiscent of top-grade spices imported from the East.

It seemed like snatching Aya back had been quite profitable...

"Ah, forget it, let's get up—"

Miss Tiran tried to jump up from the bed with the energy she usually had once she finished dressing, but as soon as she stood on the floor, she felt something was not right. Covering her stomach in embarrassment and turning to glare at Aya fiercely.

"Uh... uh? It's not..."

"My stomach... feels so heavy..."

Tiran almost squeezed out the words through her teeth.

...

In the end, the shy Princess Tiran refused Aya's offer to help clean up, preferring to do it herself.

As for the issue of pregnancy, she had worried about it, but Aya gave a clear answer.

"The chances are quite low. Dragons already have poor breeding capabilities, especially golden dragons. Interspecies situations have occurred before, but they are extremely rare. Coupled with the strong control Holy Ranks have over their bodies, it's almost impossible unless desired."

"Although relieved, why do I feel a bit unsettled..."

Standing in front of the mirror trying on her usual clothes, Tiran made sure she looked no different.

Hmm, that feeling of being unsettled, when carefully considered, was probably—

Even after all my efforts, I still didn't get pregnant... like that?

As the thought popped into her head, Tiran herself was startled.

No no no, how could it be for that reason!

Slapping her cheeks, the princess regained her composure, yes, today was going to be another energetic day.

"Ah, forget it, let's go, let's have breakfast!"

Pushing Aya, who had just finished dressing, towards the door, Tiran opened the bedroom door.

And then both bodies tumbled onto the carpet with a muffled sound.

"...What in the world is this? A murder case at Gilliast Castle?"