Chapter 749 - 341: The Blissful Life of Dragon Mother and Mr. Libra

Chapter 749: Chapter 341: The Blissful Life of Dragon Mother and Mr. Libra

Netherworld Sea, Shalu Island

Unlike the turbulent mystery of Dragon Capital, this place has a vacation vibe.

Before dawn, Simmons opened his eyes, his side already empty. His body, accustomed to years of knightly training, instinctively wanted to turn over and sit up. The next second, Simmons supported his waist, trying to soothe the concentrated soreness and ache there. His body struggled for a moment, but the soreness triumphed over habit, and Simmons retreated back into the comfortable bedspread, inhaling deeply, the silk sheets still retaining the fragrance of Dragon Mother.

Lately, he’s nearly forgotten what he’s in the Netherworld Sea for—the empire’s glory, the emperor’s instructions, the family’s risks—all seemed unimportant amidst this tender paradise. Thankfully, despite Dragon Mother’s indulgence, the newly awakened pair still somewhat lacked restraint, not to mention dragon nature—but Dragon Mother’s dedication to her career remained unaffected.

After lingering in bed for a while, Simmons rallied himself, gritting his teeth as he got out of bed, rubbing his waist while putting on his knight equipment, his movements a bit leisurely but eventually opening the door.

The sky was already faintly bright. Simmons stepped into the small courtyard clearing, took a deep breath, prepared himself; the relaxed aura shifted to a steady and solid demeanor. As the first ray of morning light shone into the courtyard, Simmons’ accumulated momentum burst forth instantaneously, summoning the sword and shield Divine Relic. He hacked, slashed, thrust, lifted, swiped... basic sword and shield techniques, every move precise and refined.

Simmons’ eyes brightened slightly, his breathing rhythm gradually changing. He restrained the secret-seeking eye’s abnormal gaze, instead integrating a thread of Dragon Power into his sword style. The full and tender feeling made his spiritual power exceptionally solid. Without activating the secret-seeking eye, lightning abilities quietly crept onto the sword edge, not as forceful as when the secret-seeking eye was activated, but the concealed paralysis effect was more suited for actual combat, especially prolonged battles.

Clap clap... applause sounded. At some point, Dragon Mother had returned, "Very good, truly worthy of being male..."

"How are you up so early?" Simmons quickly interrupted Dragon Mother’s words; he genuinely didn’t want to hear those toe-curlingly cringe words again. Looking at Dragon Mother, her athletic figure, exaggerated hips comparable to innate succubi, yet insistent on having a noble, abstinent face, her seductive gaze made each breath more scorching than the last, "You... seem to have grown taller?"

Already taller than me, how can that be?

Dragon Mother raised an eyebrow, "Don’t like it?"

Simmons noticed the teasing glint in Dragon Mother’s eyes, recalling last night, the night before, and the nights before those... his blood rushed to his face, the soreness in his waist even more apparent. He didn’t like his woman being taller than him, yet he very much liked her assertiveness, whether now or when she takes control at night. Dragon Mother likes to come on strong and never asks for his consent.

Dragon Mother’s appearance undergoes minute changes every time she revels with him, seemingly aligning more closely with his inner goddess image every day. No, it should be reframed: Dragon Mother is entirely the goddess in his heart.

Endless freshness?

Simmons knows he has fallen, fallen deeply long ago; each occasion only entangles him further.

Simmons’ body lightened as Dragon Mother embraced him horizontally, his blushing face immediately paling: "Wait... it’s barely dawn! Don’t overdo it..."

"Thinking what." Dragon Mother gave Simmons a reassuring look; she also preferred nighttime activities.

Simmons was not assured, however, he showed no resistance either. His waist suffered, grinding to the edge daily, but the benefits were undeniably substantial. With each encounter, he absorbed a wealth of Dragon Power from her—not advancing on the Knightly Path as initially, but solidifying his foundation. Simmons vaguely felt his talent becoming more potent.

Simmons still found himself tossed back onto the bed, Dragon Mother inclined over him, her red lips sealing his utterance. Her warm, moist, and sleek tongue slipped in, the pleasant breath striking his nostrils, Dragon Power permeating his body through these motions. Simmons’ entire body heated up, his heartbeat accelerating.

Under Dragon Mother’s guidance, he passively accepted, encountering not just physically, but emotionally as Dragon Mother’s tease entwined him. Joy, attachment, desire... All emotions merged into a swirling mass, roaming through him, growing ever hotter, denser, Dragon Power infusing him, his eyes turning hazy. He was under firm control, with but one thought—endure, the longer the better gain.

Buzz!

Their spiritual world created a wondrous resonance at that moment.

Simmons vaguely saw the vast stars and burning wasteland, remnants of the Dragon Race’s memory; he and Dragon Mother’s minds seemed to converge into a thread, a feeling of unprecedented strength erupting in his body.

Yet this state lasted less than two seconds. With a shiver, the link forcibly severed!

...

Clothes scattered everywhere, Simmons lay on his side, legs curled, tired, too tired. Lying flat made his waist feel foreign-owned, only this posture offered some relief.

Women’s mouths, deceitful spirits.

Dragon Mother gazed at Simmons’ broad back, her red lips pursed slightly, tsk, let it go, completely draining wouldn’t be appealing. She reached to grip his shoulder, sensing the dormant Dragon Power he inherited. The process wasn’t solely Simmons benefitting; through their union, her perception of transforming into the Ancient Dragon Race’s Mythical Form deepened ever more.

Dragon Mother grabbed clothes, about to dress when she felt Simmons’ arms embracing her, "Wait."

Dragon Mother raised an eyebrow, "What’s up?"

"Ready to search for clues again?" Simmons coughed lightly, feeling somewhat unfounded, simply not wanting Dragon Mother to depart immediately post-completion.

Dragon Mother realized, lifting Simmons’ chin, staring into his eyes, "Yes, you know, I’ve always been a step short in my transformation."

Simmons sighed, "No new news from Song of Hell?"

"None, and not needed, it should be within Divine Land. But that’s one of the Five Great Sanctuaries’ Peak Pool, not easily accessed."

Any sanctuary was problematic, even Song of Hell was no exception. Besides, rely on others for this? She already disliked her status as a singer, once demands raised, more loss of control anticipated in future.

Simmons embraced Dragon Mother, truly soft... taking a deep breath: "Anything I can do?"

"Hah, what can you do?" Dragon Mother chuckled lightly, her hands wandering mischievously: "Not much, just recuperate, obediently here, waiting for my return is the best."

Simmons’ face darkened... extending his hand, striving... barely pushing Dragon Mother away some, deeply inhaling air tinged with her fragrance, murmuringly: "Any new updates, be sure to tell me, and also my brothers."