"She's impure, my lord! She's not worthy of you!"
The Crimson Lizard King's voice was ice-cold, her glare at Ursula filled with murderous intent.
"You're right—I'm not worthy of His Majesty the God-Emperor. But that doesn't stop me from offering myself to him."
Ursula remained calm, her bare, alluring body openly displayed before Orson, a trace of shame in her brows, but no retreat in her burning eyes.
Orson's face flushed dark red—this was getting way out of hand.
Even without the Crown of Sin, Ursula radiated dangerous charm. Her bashful smile and seductive aura combined into a deadly cocktail that could ignite the primal instincts of any wolf-hearted man.
For a moment, Orson seriously considered just pushing her down right then and there.
She was, after all, the future Empress—the woman who would one day rule the Light Dragon Empire. A peerless beauty beyond compare.
