Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

Even this was seen through by Ryūka! Tipalotura sighed and stubbornly argued:

"It's just for tonight... I didn't intend to really control you..."

These words didn't sound like a lie, but they still made Ryūka very uncomfortable. He snorted coldly and asked Tipalotura:

"So, Your Highness, how do you intend to 'absorb' my power this time?"

Tipalotura gripped the hem of her skirt, glared fiercely at Ryukyu, then looked away, letting out a cold snort, her voice barely audible:

"Hmph! It's...using...using the mouth..."

Chapter 16 Your Highness, shall we give it a shot?

With your mouth?

Ryuu raised an eyebrow, observing the resentment and shame surging in Tipalottura's eyes. He gently stroked his chin, his mind racing. So that's how it is. What she said earlier made perfect sense. He had vaguely considered this before; even if Tipalottura agreed to let Gerberi try it with him, she would never sit idly by and watch the witch's curse spiral out of control. If Gerberi truly became his woman, not only would her body be completely inseparable from him, but her loyalty to Tipalottura would also slowly transfer to him along with the physical bond. How could someone as proud as her truly be indifferent?

Her reliance on her own power of order was no accident. Even without the expenditure of purifying her magic core, Tipalottura's own power of order alone would have been insufficient to combat the deeply ingrained witch's curse. After all, the curse was created by her ancestor, and the fragment of order she possessed was inherited from that ancestor, Kranar. Although both were forms of order, while their powers shared the same attribute, their fundamental rules differed. Therefore, to preserve Gerberi's mind and loyalty, Tipalottura had to actively "absorb" her own power to have the strength to contend with the curse left by Kranar.

“I see…” Ryuuya nodded slowly, his wariness towards Tipalotura finally lessening considerably. However, the memory of being so easily controlled and almost manipulated as a pawn still lingered in his heart. A sly glint flashed in Ryuuya's eyes. He deliberately raised an eyebrow, his tone playful and challenging, and asked:

"Then why didn't you use the method from last time, Your Highness?"

The "method from last time" he mentioned naturally referred to the way Tipalotura had used her delicate feet to extract power from him. Bringing up this old story instantly touched a nerve with Tipalotura; her cheeks flushed crimson, and she let out a cold snort, her tone full of defiance yet concealing a barely perceptible excitement:

"Liu Xiaqing, are you asking a question you already know the answer to? Do you really think you can just verbally humiliate me and gain an advantage over me?"

Tipalotura's rebuttal was nothing more than a show of composure in Ryūsha's eyes. He remained unmoved, but the wicked smile on his lips grew even stronger, his eyes fixed intently on her. His confident and certain look that he knew she would give in made Tipalotura feel a surge of frustration, yet she was helpless.

After a moment, Tipalotura sighed softly, the resentment and struggle in her eyes gradually fading, leaving only a trace of resigned acceptance. Now that things had come to this, she had already let go of most of her pride. Since this boy only wanted to verbally humiliate her and gain an advantage, she might as well simply grant his wish, lest he continue to press her and make things even more embarrassing.

She took a deep breath, raised her eyes, no longer avoiding Liu Xia's gaze, and spoke frankly, her tone carrying a hint of resigned arrogance:

"Once your essence is leaked out, most of your power will dissipate. Absorbing it directly into your body is the most effective method. But I don't want my lips to first touch that part of your body… so I wanted to try kissing first. As for using this to absorb your power of order, and as for trying to control your mind, it's naturally because I don't want to lose my dignity…"

If you are under my control, I can erase your memory of me tonight afterward, that's all, I have absolutely no intention of betraying you. What I need is someone with the same power as me, but using completely different rules. Moreover, no matter how strong my witch power is, it cannot completely control you at the Heavenly Rank; abusing witch power would do me more harm than good. So, Liu Xiaqing, are you willing to believe me now?”

As she spoke, Tipalotura's long eyelashes trembled slightly. Even though she tried to appear calm, a hint of embarrassment still showed in her eyes. To her, such a frank confession of her feelings was like abandoning all her nobility and pride, surrendering to Ryūka directly, which made her feel even more ashamed.

"Is that so..." Ryusha drawled, his gaze fixed on Tipalottura's flushed cheeks and evasive eyelashes. The resentment he felt at being toyed with vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable sense of exhilaration. Although Tipalottura tried her best to appear calm and composed, she couldn't change the fact that tonight, he had not only won over Gerberi, but also kissed the cherry lips of this high-ranking, aloof, and proud imperial princess.

No matter how frank and straightforward her words were, they couldn't stop Liu Xia's mind from wandering. A sly smile crept onto his lips as he took a step closer, his tone full of teasing as he deliberately joked:

"Absorption within the body... Since Your Highness feels that touching me with your lips is too dirty and too unpleasant, then I have another idea that allows you to absorb it internally without aggravating your lips..."

Before Ryūsha could finish speaking, Tipalotura's face instantly darkened, turning as black as the bottom of a pot. She interrupted him coldly, her tone filled with resolute impatience:

"Then there's no need!"

Tipalotura could easily guess what this wicked boy was up to. As a princess of the Otus Empire and the leader of the witch clan, she was determined to remain a virgin and could never truly unite with Ryūka. But she knew in her heart that there was another place on her body where she could also absorb the power of order…

But in Tipalotura's eyes, that kind of thing was a hundred times more shameful than actual union! It was her most secret and unclean place, and she would rather die than give it away and let Ryusha do as he pleased! Just thinking about that scene made her cheeks burn even more, and the shame and indignation in her eyes almost overflowed.

How could he possibly get into a place like that!

"Alright, alright~" Seeing her resolute and unyielding demeanor, Liu Xia instantly understood that this was probably Tipalotura's bottom line. Pushing her any further would be useless, so she feigned helplessness and waved her hand, but the curiosity in her eyes remained undiminished. She then asked:

"Now that I've broken your charm, is the power of order within me still at its peak?"

“Of course not.” Tipalotura sighed softly, glancing at Ryūka with a hint of barely perceptible resentment and embarrassment in her eyes. She inwardly regretted her actions: if Ryūka were still in that state of intense struggle between consciousness and power, on the verge of losing control, then the concentration of essence she could extract would be at its peak. But now he had completely calmed down, his power of order was running smoothly, and he was no longer on the verge of exploding. She… she feared that extracting it only once wouldn't be enough to support her in suppressing Gerberi's curse.

But Tipalotura was not willing to do such a shameful thing many times. She could tolerate it once, but the thought of doing it countless times made her feel uncomfortable and ashamed.

Seeing her like this, the unsuspecting Ryusha felt a pang of disappointment, thinking the matter was about to fall through. If Tipalotura couldn't extract enough Order Power, then could his relationship with Gerberi also not continue? He couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Why don't you try again?"

"Try what?" Tipalotura was taken aback, momentarily stunned, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Bewitch me." Liu Xia said calmly and confidently, without the slightest embarrassment.

These words instantly made Tipalotura laugh in anger, and she couldn't help but laugh and scold Ryūka:

"Liu Xiaqing! You were just gritting your teeth, blaming me for almost controlling your mind, and now you're willingly letting me use my witch powers to seduce you? Liu Xiaqing, you really are..."

"Wait a minute! I haven't finished yet!" Liu Xia quickly raised her hand to interrupt her, her tone becoming firm, and immediately established a rule between the two of them, "Isn't what you want me to do to make the power of order within me fully resist your witch power? Then why do you have to use the method of forcibly controlling me, making everyone uncomfortable? Why don't we have a contest instead!"

"A contest?" Tipalotura frowned, her eyes filled with even more confusion, not understanding Ryūka's thoughts for a moment.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Liu Xia proudly raised her chin, her tone full of boastfulness and slyness:

"Your Highness, you possess an innate allure; every move you make is an irresistible temptation for men, isn't it? Then why don't you use your 'true abilities' to seduce me? I'll stand here, suppressing my desires, and use the power of order to counter your witch's power. If I can't hold back any longer, the power of order within me will naturally reach its peak. At that time, I'll beg you, Your Highness, to move your lips, how about that?"

Tipalotura blinked, and after a moment of stunned silence, she realized what Ryukyu was thinking—what did he mean by competing based on "real skills"? This rascal clearly wanted to see her use her witch powers and rely solely on her natural charm to abandon her pride and act coy and ingratiating towards him, deliberately making things difficult for her!

A surge of anger welled up in Tipalotura's heart, her cheeks flushed red with rage, but this anger didn't last long before it was replaced by a strong sense of defiance. She narrowed her deep blue eyes, staring intently at Ryūka, a competitive glint in her eyes—knowing full well that this was a trap set by Ryūka, she couldn't help but feel a strange thrill, a dangerous desire to step into it and have a good showdown!

Chapter 17 The Princess's Provocation

Tipalotura's eyes narrowed slightly, her innate pride and competitiveness fully ignited. Confident in her exceptional demeanor as both a princess and a witch, she believed that in terms of bearing, figure, and innate allure, she could never possibly lose to the young man before her.

Stripped of her identity as a princess, her fate as a witch, and the entanglements of her factions, and shedding that aloof and cold exterior, she was ultimately just a young girl not yet twenty, whose heart had never been touched. Normally, she resided deep within the palace, strategizing and holding a high position, respected and admired by others. No one dared to so brazenly tease or manipulate her, much less confront or verbally spar with her at such close range.

But Ruka is different.

He dared to contradict her, dared to expose her pretense, dared to bargain with her, and even dared to brazenly see through the secret fantasies in her heart. More importantly, he had the right! Whether it was the fragment of order that Ryūka possessed, or the unique temperament that Ryūka had in addition to the power of order, it was something that Tipalotura had never felt in anyone else in this era.

Looking at the handsome young man in front of her, who was teasing and provoking her, Tipalotura realized without her noticing that this unusual closeness between the two of them had already given birth to an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

'Yu, my poor child, a witch cannot love. Not even her own flesh and blood…'

Tipalotura clenched her fists, and in a daze, an image of a woman on the verge of withering away flashed through her mind—her own mother, gently stroking her face as she uttered those words. It sounded like an apology, yet also like a warning and regret…

They only have a desire that cannot distinguish between love and the impulse to dominate or be dominated! Even though she understands these things, there is still a rebellious and yearning curiosity that makes Tipalotura unable to resist getting closer to this boy, wanting to pull, compete, and maneuver with him.

This isn't just a problem with the witch herself; any man in this world, once near a witch, will have even the purest love consumed by tainted desires—even her own father had made this mistake. This further cemented the witch's lonely and tragic fate…

But Tipalotura looked at Ryusha, his youthful, flirtatious eyes revealing undisguised desire for her, yet also admiration for her, and a host of other emotions that were just as indescribable as her own.

If there is anyone in this world who can resist the temptation of a witch and maintain a true sense of self beyond desire, then it must be Ryuka right in front of us.

A mix of emotions—a desire to prove herself, a competitive spirit, and a yearning for the thrill of this ambiguous tug-of-war—made Tipalotura unwilling to back down. Even though she knew it was just a playful jest from Ryūka, she felt a strange sense of anticipation and was genuinely happy to accept this absurd and ambiguous contest.

Since Ryuka insists on the competition, she will grant his wish.

"Okay~"

With her cherry lips slightly parted, she no longer tried to conceal her posture. Her originally dignified and quiet figure slowly relaxed, and her smooth, milky-white and gold dress swayed gently with her delicate steps. Her graceful curves were outlined perfectly in the soft light. She slowly approached the boy, and her soft, boneless body pressed tightly against his chest!

"I really want to see it too, Liu Xiaqing. You couldn't hold back, and you were practically on the verge of tears, calling me 'sister' and begging me to let you out~"

A pair of captivating, deep blue eyes gazed at him, and Tipalotura's silvery laughter filled the air. This unexpected teasing made Ryuka's heart race wildly! A pair of soft, boneless hands rested on his shoulders, and the gentle warmth emanating from her chest made his breathing heavy!

Tipalotura's gentle little hand lightly stroked her shoulder, smoothly parted her collar, and then suddenly ripped it open!

*Gulp...* Ryuga couldn't help but swallow. The silky feel of Tipalotura's flowing gauze dress pressed against his open chest! The girl's softness and fragrance enveloped his senses. As the princess gently pressed her weight against him, Ryuga clearly felt that the two soft mounds pressed against his chest were much fuller than he had imagined! Even more irresistible, beneath the layers of gauze dress, two firm, pebble-like nipples were hidden in the fragrant pressure of her breasts, pressing precisely against his nipples!

"Damn it! She's definitely doing this on purpose!!!" Ryuu's face tightened, but he couldn't help but scream inwardly. Although he was a man and his chest wasn't as sensitive as a woman's, a tingling sensation still came over him, making his breathing heavy. Noticing the change, Tipalotura smiled wickedly, hugged Ryuu's body and began to twist and turn up and down, her two deadly hard nipples rubbing and teasing each other, and Ryuu's body trembled without any attempt to hide it, letting out a long, soft moan from her cherry lips.

"Hmm~ Ahhh~~~ How about it~ If you call me 'older sister' now, I might let you off the hook, Liu Xiaqing~"

The noble princess's face was half-concealed by a white veil, revealing only her alluring eyes, shimmering with a deep blue light, fixed intently on him. Ryuka felt all the blood rush to one spot, his erection becoming incredibly hard. He lifted the hem of Tipalotura's long skirt through her trousers, ready to thrust his penis into the girl's ivory-white thighs, to savor the exquisite sensation of being held between her soft thighs!

But Tipalottura seemed to deliberately dodge, her thighs slightly parted, leaving Ryuka empty-handed. A feeling of emptiness washed over him, almost driving him mad. Ryuka looked at Tipalottura in front of him, who was squinting at him with a teasing gaze, the same look of enjoyment he had when disciplining other women!

Tsk! Just a mere contrasting princess! What's with the act of being a queen in front of me! Thinking about what she just said—that I should call her "sister" and beg her to let me release myself—Ryuka got angry. She wanted nothing more than to grab her and fuck this lewd princess, so different from her usual self, so alluring, and whose every move aroused her desire, until she lost her mind!

But Ryuga understood that Tipalotura would never let her succeed. The princess's frivolous and provocative actions were merely a ploy to maximize Ryuga's resistance to the power of order, all for the sake of Gerberi. If Ryuga couldn't control herself, Tipalotura would use her witch powers to control her, which would only earn her more contempt!

"Hmph~ Your Highness, do you take me for a child? I'm sorry, but unlike you who only pretends, I'm a veteran of countless battles~"

Ryusha sneered, standing quietly in place, urging the power of order within her body to flow silently, building a mental barrier to deliberately resist the alluring aura that was rushing towards her. She clenched her teeth, suppressing the surging restlessness in her heart, refusing to yield even a little in front of Tipalotura!

As Tipalotura watched Ryūka forcefully maintain his composure, his body captivated to the extreme by the witch-like aura she passively exuded, yet his will remained clear, a subtle admiration arose in her heart. But sensing Ryūka's power of order gradually surging, she, who should have been pleased, became even more unwilling to admit defeat. Her movements grew increasingly gentle and graceful, continuing to use her unique aura to slowly test the limits of his patience.

"Is that so? Well then, this 'battle-hardened' little brother, don't you want to teach me a lesson, since I'm completely inexperienced?"

Tipalotura chuckled, gently pushing Ryusha aside, and turned around, her movements as graceful as a dancer. Every turn, every lowered gaze, exuded a natural languid charm and allure. After stopping, she smiled seductively and lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, slowly pulling it upwards!

A pair of ivory-white, milky-gold leggings, wrapped around her, gradually emerged. Her translucent toes, like pearls, playfully teased Ryuka's senses inside the sandals, reminding him of the last time those small feet had pressed against his magnificent manhood, rubbing it vigorously. Then, a pair of perfectly sculpted, long, jade-like legs were revealed before Ryuka's eyes!

But that wasn't the end. Tipalotura boldly lifted her skirt up to her slender waist! At the perfect end of her thighs was a pair of white silk panties that balanced luxury, sexiness, and purity. The edges were trimmed with gold thread, while the middle part was slightly darker, clearly outlining her full toes in the dampness!

"How about it? Don't you want to utterly destroy this place, Liu Xiaqing~"

She deliberately slowed her breathing, a faint, enchanting scent emanating from her, not deliberately vulgar, but possessing a gentle allure that struck directly at the heart. Every movement she made was perfectly measured, a silent challenge to Ryūka. Several wet streaks seeped down the sides of her pale thighs from the edges of her damp panties! This showed that, unlike her composed and provocative demeanor, Tipalotura was already aroused! It was as if she genuinely invited Ryūka to kiss her and explore that deep, secret realm!

Meanwhile, Gerberi, who was bound in mid-air by gelatinous tentacles, took in the entire scene before her.

"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!!"

Her body was tense, her limbs firmly restrained, unable even to twist her body. She could only watch helplessly as the prince she served and revered in her heart abandoned all her noble reserve, truly embodying the witch identity she despised, using her figure and charm to seduce Ryuuxia little by little. A suppressed and aggrieved sob escaped her throat, her eyes filled with anxiety, bitterness, and deep resentment.

No! This isn't the real Her Highness! Her Highness... she did it all for me...

She wanted to speak up and stop them, to make His Highness maintain his dignity and composure as a princess, and she couldn't bear to see the two of them locked in such an ambiguous standoff before her eyes. But a tentacle sealed her lips, her body was firmly imprisoned, and she couldn't muster any strength. She could only hang helplessly in place, watching that scene, her heart feeling like it was being tightly gripped by something, a bitter and aching sensation, yet she was utterly powerless. She could only let out continuous panting sobs, which only made the scene even more intense and passionate!

Tipalotura was completely absorbed in this silent contest, lifting the hem of her skirt as she slowly approached Ryūka, her steps as light as a moonlit stroll. She tilted her head slightly, her long eyelashes trembling, her deep blue eyes locking onto Ryūka's gaze, carrying a hint of provocation, a touch of stubbornness, and a trace of shyness she herself was unaware of. The two drew closer, their breaths mingling, and an ambiguous atmosphere slowly rose in the room, the power of order and the power of the witch subtly colliding and pulling at each other.

Chapter 18 The Witch's Test

A captivating, alluring fragrance wafted towards him, instantly stirring up Ryuga's slightly calmed mind once more. Before he could even regain his composure, Tipalotura pressed herself against him, her warm body contacting his with her unique softness and scent, instantly enveloping his senses. Her long, curved eyelashes trembled slightly, and her deep blue eyes locked onto Ryuga's gaze, the allure and seduction within them striking directly at him, making it impossible to look away.

"kiss Me."

Her once clear and melodious voice had lost all its coolness, becoming lingering and ambiguous, as sweet and sticky as melting honey, carrying her warm and sweet breath, piercing straight into Liu Xia's mind. That extreme temptation froze Liu Xia, who had just been trying to maintain his composure, in place, not even having the courage to raise his hand. He abruptly channeled all his power of order, building a solid barrier in his heart, desperately resisting this bone-deep allure. After several struggles, he finally regained a sliver of clarity.

Ryuga gritted her teeth and forced a brave stance, her hands trembling slightly as she slowly lifted the white veil from Tipalotura's face.

A soft gulp—a faint swallowing sound echoed clearly in the silent room. The white veil was slowly lifted, revealing first the girl's flawless chin, its lines exquisitely smooth, like the most meticulously sculpted work of art, delicate and translucent white, shimmering with a faint pearly sheen. If it were merely beauty, Yu Liuxia would only offer a sigh of admiration. But her face seemed to be imbued with the most alluring magic in the world; even a glimpse was enough to drive one to madness, making them lose their senses.

Ryuu clenched his teeth, his knuckles turning white. The witch's power emanating from him was like a rich, intoxicating wine, overwhelming him and threatening to drown his will. He was secretly alarmed: in his current state, if he were to look directly at her complete face out of curiosity, even his last shred of reason would likely succumb!

The moment the white veil was lifted, revealing those warm, pearly lips, Ryuka felt she could no longer suppress the surging emotions and restlessness in her heart. She closed her eyes tightly, abruptly lifted the white veil, and pulled Tipalotura into a tight embrace. She then lowered her head and kissed her lips fiercely.

A sweet aroma instantly spread between her lips and teeth. The girl's lips were soft and delicate, carrying a faint fragrance, like the finest nectar, making it impossible to let go once touched. The moment Ryūka uncontrollably hugged her tightly, a flicker of panic flashed in Tipalotura's eyes—she clearly felt the almost out-of-control power and desire within Ryūka's body, and instinctively wanted to activate her magic to defend herself. However, deep in her heart, an indescribable sense of pride and smugness welled up within her.

She won. Even though it was just a raised arm to hug, Tipalotura could feel Ruka's momentary panic. Although she knew where her magic came from, she couldn't help but feel a sweet sensation welling up inside her.

However, Ryuka's movements were unexpectedly restrained; he simply held her tightly, as if afraid she would disappear at any moment, without making the slightest restless move. This sudden restraint instantly relaxed Tipalotura's tense nerves, and a tear welled up in her eyes. Her guard completely dissipated, and her eyes overflowed with undisguised emotion and tenderness. She slowly closed her eyes, parted her pearly teeth slightly, and offered her tongue, letting their breaths intertwine and their saliva mingle. Soft, ambiguous sounds flowed gently in the quiet room.

Her body became increasingly supple, and she subconsciously moved closer to Ryūka, gently bringing her legs together and boldly clamping down on Ryūka's almost bursting bulge! The warm touch on the princess's thighs was delicate and soft, and with the slight sway of her waist, it quietly conveyed the throbbing and allure in her heart, transmitting the girl's triumphant tenderness and initiative to Ryūka's hot and swollen area without any error.

The slippery honey-like fluid from the inside of those jade-like legs seeped through their clothes onto Liu Xia's erect dragon. It was cold and slippery, yet it acted like an aphrodisiac, instantly making Liu Xia's skin burn! Then came a wave of deadly pleasure!

"hiss!!!"

It felt as if the nerves in his spine were being directly stroked. Ryuka couldn't help but arch his body and retreat, but he was trapped between Tipalotura's tightly closed legs and couldn't escape at all! But it wasn't just Ryuka who felt an unprecedented stimulation. His erect tip brushed against Tipalotura's wet and plump toes, causing the princess's legs to go weak and most of her weight to press down on her!

If it weren't for the thin silk lingerie protecting her, even Tipalotura dared not imagine what would have happened, whether she would have succumbed to this sweet and sinful moment. But she became even more passionate, releasing her hands from the hem of her skirt and suddenly hugging Ryuka tightly as she tried to escape. The intertwining of their lips and teeth became even more intense, and the soft, ambiguous sounds of their entanglement were no longer concealed, but completely resounded throughout the entire room.

"Chirp, mmm, ahhh~ mmm... ahhh... huff—"

Like pent-up emotions finally exploding at this moment, the sweet and lingering kiss lasted for an unknown length of time, the entanglement between their lips and teeth growing increasingly intense. Ryuga felt all his strength being slowly drained away by Tipalotura's kisses, his lips and tongue being eagerly bitten and sucked, completely exhausting him. Just as he was about to succumb to the moment, Tipalotura's heavy, sweet breath suddenly stopped, and the next second, a sudden force pushed him away!

Ryuu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously opened his eyes, only to be met with Tipalotura's fiery gaze. All the gentleness and ambiguity had faded from her eyes, leaving only surging restlessness and determination! That reckless fervor, accompanied by her heavy breathing and the fragrant sweat on her forehead, was even more impactful than her previous allure, burning him to the core.

Completely different from their previous tender moments! After a long separation, Tipalotura seemed to have completely broken free of reason. She reached out like a madwoman, grabbed Ryūka's wrist tightly, and with a sudden twist, forcibly switched their positions. Before Ryūka could react, she used all her strength to shove him backward violently!

Pfft!

A muffled thud echoed in the room, the force of which was astonishing, far exceeding Ryusha's expectations. He staggered backward, finally crashing heavily onto the soft bed, his back sinking into the fluffy blankets, momentarily dazed. Tipalotura, seemingly unable to contain her inner turmoil and desire any longer, completely abandoned all restraint and pride. She took quick, light steps forward, nimbly slipping between Ryusha's parted knees, then, with a slight dip in her body, slowly slid down!

Ryusha's heart skipped a beat. Seeing Tipalotura kneeling by the bedside and leaning closer, she knew what Tipalotura was about to do. Her hands reached for her belt, eagerly tearing at it, but trembling from clumsiness, her movements became increasingly chaotic.

Normally, Liu Xia would have been unable to resist making sarcastic remarks, but at this moment he had no other thoughts. He reached out with heavy breathing, roughly pushed away that fair and tender hand, and quickly unbuckled his belt, even tearing his pants to shreds.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tipalotura pulled downwards the instant Ryūsha untied the dragon, letting the long-suppressed raging dragon leap out before her eyes!

The sweltering heat hit her face, and Tipalotura stared blankly at the enormous object before her, its shadow obscuring most of her face. She breathed heavily, her small hand trying to stroke it a few times. The slippery feeling of her own fluids, still clinging to her clothes, made her body go weak.

"Hiss..." Ryuga couldn't help but gasp. Tipalotura's fluids were spread by her hand, and the intense heat immediately spread across the entire raging dragon, almost causing Ryuga to lose control. But he gritted his teeth and held back, using his last shred of reason to groan and ask her:

"Is your strength enough...?"

Her own power of order had been operating at full capacity, which was more tiring than any battle. If this was not the so-called peak, then Ryuka would really be helpless.

Hearing Ryūka's question, Tipalotura paused slightly, as if only then remembering the matter. She met Ryūka's gaze, shyly looking away before meeting his eyes again, and awkwardly nodded.

"That's enough, isn't it..."

What do you mean, "Enough is enough?" Just as Ryusha was about to force a wry smile, he saw Tipalotura staring intently at him and warning him:

"You...you'd better hold back..."

As she spoke, she slightly bent her knees and strained to lift her aching body, bringing Zhen's head above the raging dragon, almost touching her slender neck. Then, she pressed the tip of the dragon's head under her veil, against her soft chin, and shrouded it within the already disheveled veil...

With a low, deep breath, Ryuka felt her soft lips envelop him, then slowly slide down, gradually taking him into her soft mouth. As her body trembled slightly from the pressure, her cheeks pressed tightly against his, their lips locked in a passionate, intimate embrace beneath the veil he couldn't see!