novelraw Chapter 105: How Can You Get Strength Anxiety Over This Too?
Chapter 105: How Can You Get Strength Anxiety Over This Too?
In the end, Reiya was not an entirely rational person. Even though she was well aware of Westheid’s obligations as the Qinghui Patriarch, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Her way of expressing this jealousy was to make him hers and hers alone.
’Well, well, well. So that’s your game. Trying to conquer me like this?’
Westheid was stunned for a moment, then sneered inwardly.
’Just as expected of someone with Dragon Blood. So direct and forceful... And she claims to have no emotions!’
’Today, you want to make me yours. Tomorrow, you’ll probably want to treat me like a source of Star Fury Power. I can’t let this go on!’
’I have to strike back, and hard!’
That being the case, Westheid resolved to conquer the White-haired Dragon Lady with his prowess as a man! He would solve this girl’s possessiveness once and for all!
’Let’s see who the true Powerhouse is!’
Westheid’s blood began to boil, his competitive spirit ignited.
The time for retreat was over. Let the battle begin!
A battle to remember!
It was no exaggeration to describe their coupling as a battle. For Transcendents, such an intimate union was no different from a grueling war. Whoever seized the dominant position and suppressed the other would be the one in control, the conqueror.
Both he and Reiya were at the Exemplar Tier, and their Talents were so similar they might as well have been copies. On the surface, they seemed evenly matched.
But each had their own advantages.
Reiya had zero practical experience and pathetically little theoretical knowledge. However, Dragons were lustful by nature. The high-purity Dragon Blood flowing through her veins alone granted her a phenomenally powerful reproductive physique. Back then, when the Dragon Race descended from the Star Sea, they could already dominate any creature on the land.
As the one possessing the purest bloodline of the Dragon God, the White-haired Dragon Lady was ten—no, a hundred times more vigorous than an ordinary True Dragon!
Yet Westheid was not the least bit afraid. His Holy Spirit Ancestor truly couldn’t hold a candle to the Star Abyss Wings, but it provided significant bonuses in other, more peculiar areas.
After all, his Flawless Face also boosted his Reproductive Ability.
More importantly, Westheid had a wealth of practical experience. Even if he was slightly inferior in terms of raw stamina, his highly refined techniques were more than enough to compensate.
To this day, Westheid still maintained a perfect winning streak!
Strongest against strongest. The moment they began, they fought like all hell broke loose.
Skill, instinct, and sweat intertwined. The exhilarating battle grew ever more intense. It seemed as though these two terrifying Monsters, with their boundless stamina, would never reach a conclusion.
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! A BATTLE TO TURN THE WORLD UPSIDE DOWN!
Westheid continuously pushed his Withered Glory Sun to power his body, until his consciousness began to fade amidst the ceaseless struggle.
...
When Westheid’s consciousness returned, he was awoken by a bright ray of morning light filtering through the window.
The sun was already high in the sky.
He lay stunned for a moment as the memories of the previous night flooded back. Westheid’s mind was in a daze, his eyes hollow.
"West, are you awake?"
A soft, affectionate voice whispered in his ear. Westheid looked over. The White-haired Dragon Lady was lying beside him.
Her youthful, beautiful body pressed against the white shirt, its perfect curves creating a full, round contour. Her hair, a pure, snow-like silver, was splayed across the pillow, shimmering with a gilded light in the morning sun.
Her profile looked serene and gentle, her fair skin flushed with an alluring rosy hue. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Upon seeing that her lover was awake, the Dragon Girl immediately leaned in. Her delicate, flawless cheek pressed against Westheid’s as she nuzzled him gently.
She even let out soft, adorable whimpers from time to time.
"In the end... I still won."
Westheid stared blankly at Reiya’s blissful face for a long while, and then let out a deep sigh.
"Hm? West?"
The Silver-haired Princess blinked her snow-white lashes, not understanding what Westheid had said.
Duke Qinghui quickly said,
"No, I mean... how do you feel? Are you uncomfortable at all?"
Hearing this, Reiya seemed to drift back into memory. She closed her eyes slightly and said,
"It was a sublime experience, beyond description... It’s no wonder those shallow women become so infatuated with you, West. Even I... I couldn’t help but get lost in it. It felt so good I didn’t want to wake up."
Westheid’s expression was complicated. "Is that so? Well, as long as you enjoyed it..."
Reiya may have found it pleasurable, but Westheid hadn’t cared about pleasure at all. His only motivation had been his damned competitive drive.
For most of last night’s battle, it had been a back-and-forth struggle. Only when Westheid’s rationality was about to be burned to ashes did he finally manage to establish one-sided dominance.
Heaven knows how he managed it in the end.
Fortunately, he had achieved his goal. Snuggled warmly in Westheid’s arms, Reiya had lost every trace of her stern, majestic demeanor. She was like a sweet little wife, with not a hint of jealousy to be seen.
’Alright, alright, so this method does work... or at least, it works for now.’
Westheid extended an arm, letting Reiya rest in its crook. The two of them quietly enjoyed the tender moment.
It wasn’t until noon that Reiya reluctantly opened her eyes.
"I can’t stay any longer," she said. "My will and determination are being worn away. I have to leave."
Westheid wanted to make a polite gesture and ask Reiya to stay, but the memory of last night’s earth-shattering battle made him wisely shut his mouth.
He didn’t know if he could win a second time; there had been a fair bit of luck involved in this victory.
At that thought, Westheid suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
’Dammit! How can I be having performance anxiety over something like this! My whole life has been ruined by this obsession with being the strongest!’
Westheid sat up and helped Reiya with her long hair, gathering the soft, silver locks and tying them into a neat high ponytail.
Once dressed in her royal regalia, Reiya once again took on the stern and majestic image of the Princess.
Of course, the shirt she had swiped from Westheid was definitely not coming back.
Although she had gotten up to leave, Reiya reached the doorway only to turn back, throw her arms around Westheid, and give him a deep, passionate kiss.
Her magnificent, beautiful eyes were bright and full of mirth.
"I’ll kiss you when I want to."
Westheid laughed as well. "Of course. Feel free. We could even stay like this for another day."
At his words, the White-haired Dragon Lady actually lowered her head and seemed to seriously consider it, making Westheid’s heart skip a beat.
Fortunately, Reiya just shook her head.
"...Never mind. I shouldn’t be too greedy. I will engrave this beautiful memory deep in my mind, so I can recall it whenever I wish."
As the Silver-haired Princess spoke, she seemed to get lost in her reminiscence. A deep blush colored her fair, pretty face, and her slender, pale fingers came to rest on her flat stomach.
"But West... were you that eager to get me pregnant?"
Westheid’s gaze followed her hand to the spot she was stroking.