The four dragon girls clung to him like octopuses. Orson curled his lip—but to his surprise, the feel of their skin was far smoother than expected.
He'd assumed that bodies covered in dragon scales would feel like sandpaper—rough, cold, completely unappealing.
But instead, they were unbelievably smooth, like touching polished jade, sending a strange thrill through him.
He frowned, and for some reason, an image of the Crimson Lizard King's beautiful face flashed through his mind...
Ahem!
SS-tier Spell: Purge Unholy Thoughts!
He shivered, quickly picturing Crimson Lizard King stuffing her face like a savage beast—instantly neutralizing his inappropriate urges.
"Big brother, be gentle with me... I'm Chaylia. My father is the great Dragon King's second son, a Violet-Gold Battle General."
"You look so cute and charming, adventurer... Won't you please let me satisfy you?"
