Elise cradled the feverish silver-haired dragon girl in her arms, her crimson eyes shimmering.

Should she give in to Naya’s desperate plea right here in the kitchen?

“Elise… please… give it to me…”

Naya’s seductive whisper snapped something inside her. That soft, supple body stirred an ache deep within.

Silly girl.

Elise lightly kissed Naya’s cheek.

“To me, the best ** is you. Did you really have to drug me?”

Still, she worried Eliya might walk in on something inappropriate.

She’d send Eliya away first, then take Naya to their room.

Wait…

The dining room was empty.

Expanding her Life Sense, Elise clearly felt the small life form and the larger one—Bella—heading upstairs together.

Had Bella heard the kitchen commotion and taken Eliya away?

“Elise… not enough… I want more kisses. Touch me here…”

“Naya…”

So cute.

Even at her age, nearly a mother of two—

still acting this coquettish.

Wait, what’s this?

Her fingers brushed a tiny hard object. She pulled a small glass vial from between Naya’s breasts, still warm with her body heat.

“No need to worry about Eliya. I bathed her, read her a story this afternoon, and told Bella to take her away if… well, if we got busy in the kitchen. Tonight is just for us~”

Naya’s palm rested against Elise’s neck, fingers tracing her collarbone.

“Elise, you’re so beautiful… I want to have dragon cubs with you—a whole bunch, a whole litter~”

“Really?”

“Mm. I’m happy. Not angry at all. When you told me I was pregnant… I was overjoyed. This is truly the fruit of our love.”

Eliya was created before they fell in love—their bond’s beginning. The new life? The result of their love.

Naya’s words touched Elise’s tender heart.

So the potion had a truth-serum effect too?

Probe deeper now?

No. Better not.

Drunken words reveal truth, but Elise wanted Naya’s secrets shared willingly, clearly.

Everyone has secrets. She’d never demand everything.

Holding Naya with one arm, Elise tucked the vial into her pocket.

She scooped Naya up in a princess carry.

*Naya… I’m sorry. I knew the magic potion was driving you… yet I still wanted to see this softer, different you.*

Outside the kitchen—empty. Dishes neatly stacked.

Naya had prepared perfectly. Eliya wouldn’t disturb them.

Back to their room.

Tomorrow—take the day off!

…

Today felt different.

Naya woke to harsh sunlight streaming through the curtains. Her body ached everywhere, limbs feeling wrecked.

Mind fuzzy, throbbing dullly from the potion’s aftereffects.

“Hiss…”

Weak as after a hangover, she waited for clarity before moving.

“Are you all right?”

Whose voice?!

Crimson hair filled her vision—Elise!

“You didn’t go to morning court?”

“With you like this? Would that be responsible?”

“Elise, uh…”

What happened last night? Blank. Only the memory of collapsing into Elise’s arms—and her body’s sore proof.

[System, mission complete?]

Silence.

[System?]

She still felt its presence. *Annoyed at me?*

Too bad. Wife > work.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I drank it too! Not… poisoning you! Just… tiny, tiny playful fun, okay?”

Memories returned. Thoughts swirled—but sweet ones. Even cuter now.

Elise smiled gently, nodding. Her fingers tousled Naya’s matted silver hair.

“Why? Was I not kind enough?”

“No! Let me explain—ow!”

Sharp pain shot through her thigh as she tried to sit up.

*Elise’s angry…*

Seeing Naya’s pained frown, Elise pressed her down softly.

“I’m the one who should apologize. You were under the potion. I was clear-headed… and still indulged you.”

“Don’t move. Let me heal you. Say what you want. Keep the rest in your heart.”

Elise ducked under the covers.

Naya watched the lump shift toward… an ambiguous direction. Panic flickered.

“Elise… what are you doing? I’m not ready…”

“Just healing. Stay still.”

“Oh…”

Clutching the blanket, legs trembling, tail swishing wildly—afraid Elise would replay last night’s “martial arts drama.”

“Relax. I’m not that much of a beast.”

Muffled voice from beneath the sheets.

Naya bit her lip.

*Right… I was the one underneath. And she didn’t even cherish me!*

*Okay, my beauty overwhelmed you… but did you have to be this rough?!*

She patted the blanket lump and blurted, “Master… what’s your profession?”

“A plumber.”

Naya leaned back, eyes closing. Zero energy left—just wanting to be healed and out of bed.

Pain eased. Tension melted.

Hmph. Not bad at all.

Master Plumber Yi.