Chapter 1393: Eira’s Seductive-Trap

Phei, unfortunately, had no idea that a certain being had already resumed one of her favorite hobbies since his return. Young Dragon Watch was apparently back in business, the subscription remained free and privacy continued to be a premium feature Phei had never purchased.

’All right,’ Phei thought while reaching toward the hollow. ’Let’s open Pandora’s box.’

"I heard that, you know."

Phei’s hand stopped midair and his eyes narrowed because of course she fucking had. "Wonderful."

He opened the pocket, and the darkness peeled apart gently before him, revealing the absurd little princess bedroom hidden inside.

Phei had created the place when Eira fell into restorative sleep, initially intending nothing more elaborate than somewhere comfortable and protected for her to recover. Unfortunately, giving Phei access to reality-bending abilities and asking him to make something simple had historically produced poor results.

What began as a bed had become a miniature sanctuary resembling his own bedroom but specifically designed around one extremely spoiled fairy.

Soft pale-blue curtains drifted around a broad bed large enough for her tiny body to look almost ridiculous inside it. The mattress rested beneath a delicate canopy formed from black-white Void light, its glow dim enough not to disturb sleep while tiny motes moved along the ceiling like slow stars.

Phei had shaped little shelves into the curved walls, added cushions, a miniature table, several glowing crystals because apparently lamps were too ordinary for someone who spent half her waking life calling herself magnificent, and even formed a small balcony-like ledge overlooking the endless darkness beyond the protected chamber.

It was absolutely a princess bedroom, despite the fact that Phei had mocked the idea repeatedly while constructing every fucking part of it— he’d done it in his mind so Melissa wouldn’t hear him.

He looked toward the bed and prepared some suitably irritating greeting about Sleeping Beauty finally joining civilization, then saw Eira and forgot whatever he had planned to say.

"Gods, do you have any shame? Put something on!"

’Why the fuck is she naked?’

For starters, some people liked it that way but that never crossed his mind that this was how Eira was either; c’mon, she’s the same little horny fairy, there was no way this wasn’t some elaborate plan.

And yes, Eira had not been performing the dignified post-sleep sit Phei spent the last several minutes inventing in her defense. She was stretched completely naked across the enormous bed, she was lying on one side with one elbow supporting her head while pale hair spilled around her body in a deliberately arranged mess that made it painfully obvious she had been waiting for him.

Her translucent wings rested loosely behind her, one leg stretched along the sheets while the other bent slightly, and the smug little smile on her face destroyed any possibility that Phei had merely caught her at an unfortunate moment.

She was trying to look seductive.

Trying very, very hard.

Eira’s smile widened when she saw his expression.

"What?" she purred, allowing her free hand to drift lazily over herself with enough theatrical sensuality that Phei immediately regretted opening the pocket. "Does this Goddess awaken the beastial desires in you for me, Master?"

Phei rolled his eyes so hard there was a genuine risk of discovering the inside of his skull. "Yes, the beast that wants to smack your stupid ass for being such a fucking gremlin."

Eira’s eyes brightened immediately, which told him he had chosen precisely the wrong wording. "Ahhh~ that’s exactly the stuff~"

She purred, twisting slightly before smacking her own ass with one hand and looking over her shoulder with the most exaggeratedly sinful expression she could manage; "Come on, Master. Punish your disobedient fairy."

Phei stared at her for a long second while somewhere in the universe dignity quietly packed its belongings and left. "Fucking put your clothes on! That’s not what I meant!"

He snapped his fingers; Void-Ice flashed across the bed before Eira could protest.

Blue-white light swept around her body and immediately shaped itself into a long pale-blue dress, covering her from shoulders to ankles with the uncompromising efficiency of a deeply exhausted parent throwing a blanket over a child who refused to behave in public.

Eira looked down at herself, then back at Phei, and completely lost it.

The ancient fairy threw her head back and laughed loudly enough for her wings to tremble, she collapsed onto the mattress while clutching her stomach as though Phei had just performed the finest comedy routine she had experienced in several centuries.

Phei watched with an expression usually reserved for administrative disasters because there was absolutely nothing funny about this. Nothing. He had found precisely zero amusement anywhere in the entire situation, while Eira apparently found enough for both of them and several neighboring Realms.

She rolled onto her back, pale-blue dress spreading around her across the sheets while she continued laughing, then twisted onto her stomach with her feet kicking idly behind her. Her wings fluttered in little bursts whenever another laugh escaped, and despite himself, Phei’s irritation slowly weakened because there was something painfully familiar about the entire stupid scene:

’Eira is awake.’

After weeks of lying motionless inside that room, after Phei repeatedly checking on her during an entire year of his own life and finding only her sleeping presence, she was finally back to being unbearable.

’I can’t believe how much I missed her myself!’

The realization softened something inside him and naturally Eira noticed.

Her laughter gradually quieted as she lifted herself onto her elbows, still lying across the bed while studying him through the open Void Pocket. Her smile remained playful because sincerity apparently caused Eira physical discomfort unless diluted with harassment, but genuine warmth slipped beneath it as she looked at him and admitted:

"I missed you so much."

Phei’s little fake annoyance disappeared before he could defend it.

Eira pushed herself upright, she crossed her legs beneath the dress he had forced onto her and looked at him properly for the first time.

Her eyes travelled over the long white hair falling around him, the changes within his face, the deeper weight behind his gaze and whatever countless differences only someone bonded directly to his soul could immediately perceive. Her expression slowly became fascinated until she whispered:

"Gods... you’re so much more delicious now."

Phei sighed because there it was.

Eira leaned closer across the bed, eyes practically glowing with wicked delight. "I just want to eat you. Swallow you whole. Gobble you like some starved beast that hasn’t tasted Dragon in a thousand years and then lick the plate afterward because wasting even a drop would be a cri—"

Ice formed directly across her mouth.

Eira blinked.

Phei lowered his hand. "Peace."

Her cheeks puffed indignantly before the ice vanished almost instantly beneath a flare of Void-Ice that belonged just as much to her nature as his own. She sucked in one dramatic breath and immediately started laughing again, dropping backward onto the bed while Phei stared at her with growing disbelief.

"What exactly is funny about any of this?" he asked.

He should have left the fucking thing closed.