I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 107 The Art of the Vanishing

"Secondly, the Minotaur warriors," Charles continued, "will face the enemy head-on, remain steadfast even when severely wounded, and receive weapon upgrade quotas and points rewards for all members."

Nujiao stood up, pounded his chest with his right hand, and said in a loud voice, "Thank you, Lord Xie!"

"Third, the Rabbit People." Charles looked at Rongrong, "They performed exceptionally well in treating the wounded, and will receive points as a reward."

Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she quickly bowed, saying, "Th-thank you!"

"Fourth, Miss Lilith," Charles turned to the shadows, "her reconnaissance and disruption efforts were invaluable. She is awarded points and the title of 'Dragon's Shadow Blade'."

Lilith emerged from the shadows, took a parchment document, and gave off an air of "easy success" with a smug look on her face, though the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

Fifth, the Gilded Rose Squad.

Phoebe and the other two immediately straightened their backs.

Charles looked at them: "Although they are not the main force, they have made contributions in support and healing. They are rewarded with a small number of points and a Dragon Territory Friendship Certificate."

""

He handed over three small, bright silver badges.

Phoebe took it and looked at the dragon emblem on it, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

I was just a useless prisoner "captured" by a slime, and now I've actually gained the recognition of monsters—this world is truly insane!

Just as Phoebe was about to put the badge away, a dragon head appeared out of nowhere and suddenly snatched the shiny medal away.

Vivian tilted her head, blinked her big eyes, and fiercely gnawed on the medal.

Ian could only whisper to the bewildered human girl.

"You let her eat it, I'll get you one later—"

"Sixth—" Charles paused, looking towards the entrance of the dining hall, "Crystal Spider Clan, Ms. Iris."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure walked in.

Iris wore a modified black dress today, the crystal armor appendages on her back elegantly concealed, probably because they were new.

"Artistic Inspiration".

"Oh, everyone's here?" she greeted lazily, then her gaze fell on Ian and Vivian, her eyes lighting up. "Lady Vivian! Oh? And my little brother too!"

"Why are you so small now?" Iris looked at the baby dragon like it was a Barbie doll, affectionately patting its head. "Have you had any new clothes I knitted for you lately?"

Then she looked at Ian.

"My brother, I heard you're going to reward those who have contributed? We Crystal Spiders haven't been idle this time, although our fighting strength decreased after we ate too much—and—"

She pointed to a large pile of supplies tied together with spider silk in the corner.

Ian nodded: "I know. So your reward—"

He paused for a moment, then pulled a roll of parchment from his body with his tentacles.

"This is a new art design I drew last night."

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Iris's eyes lit up instantly.

She took the parchment and eagerly unfolded it.

Then, she froze.

The picture on the parchment is neither stockings nor a skirt.

Instead, it was a set of lingerie—an extremely daring, openwork design made of silk.

It's called lingerie, but the coverage is pitifully small, with the key areas outlined by sheer fabric and thin straps, making it barely visible. The overall design has the style of modern sex toys, but in this other world, this thing is as impactful as a nuclear bomb.

Iris's breathing quickened.

She stared at the design drawings, her eyes shifting from shock to fervor, and then from fervor to rapture.

"This—this line—" she murmured to herself, "this bold openwork—this sheer, shimmering silk—"

"This is called erotic silk clothing," Ian explained. "The essence of art sometimes lies not in covering up, but in—"

A perfectly timed exposure.

"Just the right amount of exposure—" Iris repeated, her fingers trembling as she traced the lines on the drawing. "Yes—"

Yes! Art doesn't necessarily have to be concealed! This feeling of trying to cover up something—this—"

She suddenly looked up, her eyes burning with the fire of creativity.

"Little Ian! You're a genius! This is more artistic! More sophisticated! More—more—"

She couldn't find the right adjective for the moment.

Lilith, who was standing nearby, peeked over, her silver eyes widening instantly, her cheeks flushing red. She quickly turned her face away, muttering under her breath, "Vulgar, obscene—"

But Iris couldn't hear anything.

She is already immersed in her own artistic world.

"This design can be paired with black stockings—no, with fishing netting! Or woven with threads of different colors to create a gradient effect—and here, you can add some crystal embellishments that will reflect light—"

She became more and more excited as she talked, and immediately took out the silk thread and began to try weaving on the spot.

An eerie silence fell over the cafeteria.

Everyone stared at the mature spider demon, mesmerized by a design sketch of "sexy lingerie," muttering words like "art," "essence," and "high-class."

Vivian craned her neck curiously to see: "Can I wear this?"

Ian quickly covered the baby dragon's eyes with his tentacles: "No! You could wear it before! But absolutely not now!"

"Oh." Vivian seemed to understand, but her attention was quickly drawn to the fruit on the table. "Little Ian, I want to eat the red one."

Ian rolled up a berry and fed it to her.

Vivian chewed contentedly, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.

Iris has already woven a small sample – a black ribbon that is so thin it's practically invisible, with openwork patterns on it.

She held the ribbon up to the light, her eyes glazed over.

"Perfect—too perfect—"

Then she looked at Ian and solemnly said, "Little Ian, from this day forward, you are my sole guide on my artistic path! Our sworn brotherhood is higher than mountains and deeper than the sea!"

Ian: "————"

Whatever makes you happy.

The meeting continued.

Ian announced the next steps: prioritize treating the wounded, repairing fortifications, processing loot, and replenishing supplies.

After receiving their tasks, the people from each ethnic group left one after another.

In the end, only Ian, Vivian, Charles, and Iris, who was still obsessed with researching "sexy silk clothing," remained in the cafeteria.

Charles closed the ledger and looked at Ian: "Lord Ian, I will arrange for the goblin compensation and reward supplies to be distributed as soon as possible."

"You've worked hard," Ian said. "Also, as for Lilith, let her rest for a few more days. She's exhausted from this trip."

"clear."

Charles turned and left, his back still upright, but his steps were noticeably heavy.

Vivian had finished her third berry and let out a small burp.

"Little Ian." She tugged at Ian's tentacle. "Where's the cake?"

"Tonight," Ian promised, "I'll definitely make it for you tonight."

"Pinky promise!" Vivian stretched out her little paw.

Ian extended a tentacle and gently touched the tips of her slightly sharp claws.

"Pinky promise."

Vivian smiled contentedly, then leaned against him and yawned.

I'm sleepy————

"Then go back to sleep."

"Stay with me."

"----OK."

Ian was held in her arms as they slowly moved toward the dragon's nest.

Behind her, Iris was still engrossed in her artwork, muttering to herself, "Add a little more lace here—no, it should be subtle—Little Ian! Do you think flesh-colored or black would be better? Or—purple? The glittery kind?"

Ian didn't even turn his head: "Whatever makes you happy!"

"Okay! I'll try them all!"

Elise excitedly hugged the design and skipped off to find her thread.

Ian looked at the sleeping baby dragon in his arms, then at the spider-woman in the distance who was obsessed with "erotic art".

"Hiss—the style of the mature woman is getting more and more distorted."