The beacon of fla illuminated the night, a brilliant tower of fire visible for 300 kiloters in every direction. Its glow lit up the horizon, casting an eerie radiance over the land.
Tanaka hovered high above a thick forest, levitating silently as he gazed toward the southeast.
That was where the Terra City Ruins should have been. But now, a massive flying island had appeared, standing out as a new landmark. Next to it, a colossal fla tornado spiraled into the sky. Its fiery brilliance woke every lamia in the forest from their slumber.
Diana, who had been resting in a waterfall cave, stirred from her peaceful retreat. Drawn by the commotion, she rose into the sky. She soon hovered beside Tanaka before she landed on a magic circle, which she had cast to use as her foothold. Her eyes locked on the flying island and the towering inferno.
"Has soone picked a fight with that Jade Dragon?" Diana was amused and curious. She wondered who was stupid enough to challenge the dragon.
Tanaka's smile was wry. He recognized the fire mana swirling within the fla tornado, and an uneasy feeling settled in his gut. Though he hoped otherwise, he knew exactly whose mana it was.
"I think one of my friends had the sa idea I did," Tanaka's voice cracked. "He's probably attacking the dragon as we speak."
Inwardly, he prayed that Felix wasn't doing sothing as reckless as he suspected. But the fiery mana signature swirling in the tornado was undeniably Felix's, and there was no denying that the man had a knack for turning impossible situations into chaotic spectacles.
Although the situation outside seed both surprising and intriguing, Diana was in no condition for another battle. She wasn't interested in getting involved right now. With a sly smile, she turned away from Tanaka, retreating to her cave to resu her duties.
"I'm going back to lay more eggs. You should rest too. I'll need more of your seeds tomorrow."
Tanaka's face flushed with embarrassnt. His mind flashed back to earlier when he had already provided her with two bowls of his sen. And yet, it wasn't enough to satisfy her. Worse, his brainwashing power, normally so effective on others, had no effect on Diana. Her ntal fortitude was too high, leaving him troubled and trapped in an agreent he was beginning to regret.
"I'm planning to go fight the dragon next," Tanaka protested, hoping to escape her clutches by exploiting their magical contract.
He had already fulfilled his end of the bargain. They had promised to use his seeds to fertilize Diana's eggs in exchange for peace between the Dragoon Empire and the Black Forest Lamia Tribe. However, Diana had taken advantage of a loophole. She never specified the exact quantity of seeds required, forcing Tanaka into a never-ending cycle of providing more.
He had beco, quite literally, the stud of her tribe.
If Tanaka could have a sexual intercourse with the lamia queen directly, perhaps he wouldn't have minded so much. But in this case, a single drop of lamia bodily fluid could kill him instantly. Thus, he was forced to extract his own sen, by hand, under her watchful gaze.
It was humiliating, ti-consuming, exhausting, and, above all, boring. Tanaka wanted nothing more than to be done with this twisted agreent.
'God, why is my brainwashing skill so useless against her?' he thought in frustration. 'Her ntal resistance is way too high! This was a mistake!'
Regret flooded his thoughts. He cursed his earlier lust for the lamias, wishing he had stayed at the capital, where he could be relaxing with his wives instead of suffering this ridiculous fate.
Although Tanaka felt the urge to rush to Felix's side and assist him in the battle, he made the pragmatic choice to prioritize his own survival. He turned away from the distant chaos and headed back to his designated resting spot, a safe place where the more perverted lamias of Diana's tribe wouldn't bother him.
He had learned the hard way that survival in this world ant choosing his battles wisely. Whatever happened with Felix, Tanaka would deal with it later... after the inevitable milking session.
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Hours passed, and the sun finally rose, casting a pale light through the dissipating rainclouds.
9 AM
Felix's body had fully healed, but he still hadn't moved. He lay at the center of the now-diminished fla tornado, surrounded by the lingering heat. The firestorm had raged for more than an hour, yet Felix hadn't turned into ash, which was unusual given the expected effects of the Phoenix Ash Cigar.
Slowly, Felix opened his eyes, blinking away the haze. As he ca to, the system's automatic notifications filled his vision with recent updates:
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