Chapter 52: Why Did This Chant Sound a Bit Lewd?
The word “chant” was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the subtle joy that Mophis had felt from her own body’s developnt.
You’ve got to be kidding !
Again?
Right now, she felt like an employee caught slacking off during work hours by her boss—just as she had been enjoying a rare mont of leisure, she was rcilessly dragged back into reality.
“Um… I…” Mophis turned around, staring at Ignis’s face, which was practically screaming “I’m very interested,” and she felt her scalp prickle.
Her brain whirred at full speed, desperately trying to co up with a reasonable excuse.
“Today… I’ve run out of inspiration!” she blurted out, trying to sound serious. “The creation of a ‘miracle’ requires the right ti, the right place, and the right people! It doesn’t just happen on command!”
She hoped such vague and mystical words could muddle things over.
However, Ignis was clearly not so easily fooled.
“Inspiration?” She let out a mocking laugh, reaching out to pinch Mophis’s chin, forcing her to et her gaze. “So what you’re saying is… , the Golden Dragon King Ignis, personally waiting here for you, is still not enough ‘right ti and place’?”
In those molten-gold eyes flickered an undeniable and domineering will.
“I don’t care what thod you use.” She leaned closer, her scorching breath brushing against Mophis’s face. “Now. Imdiately. Sing for .”
“Otherwise…” She paused, the corner of her lips curling into a dangerous arc. “I’ll have no choice but to help you ‘find’ inspiration my own way.”
And anyone with half a brain could imagine that her so-called “finding inspiration” would not be anything good.
Mophis’s heart sank straight to the bottom.
Looks like there was no escaping today.
But if she were to chant that song again, she had no doubt she would collapse on the spot from sheer ntal exhaustion. That thing consud too much—it wasn’t sothing that could be perford like a daily skill.
What should she do?
Just when despair closed in, she suddenly recalled her body’s new changes.
【Dragon Vein Affinity】… 【Holy Light Affinity】…
Inside her now coexisted two utterly different powers. One was the holy force from the “Decisive Weapon,” the other, the life and fla force from the “Dragon’s Origin.”
If… instead of fully “translating” the anings of those Primordial Tongue symbols, she simply used her body’s mixed energies to “resonate” with the ancient book… what would happen?
Like switching from “hard decoding” to running in “compatibility mode”?
It was worth a shot! Better than letting this mother dragon “physically search for inspiration.”
Mophis steeled herself, wearing an expression of “since you insist, I’ll just reluctantly comply.”
She walked to the bedside, picked up 《The First Song》 that had been casually tossed by the pillow, and imitated her previous posture, sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet.
Ignis, anwhile, reclined lazily back onto her bay window, supporting her chin with one hand, looking every bit the part of an audience mber ready to enjoy the show.
Mophis drew in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and channeled all her spiritual power, along with the faintly awakened dragon vein force, slowly into the ancient book in her hands.
She didn’t attempt to “read” the complex patterns but instead selected the simplest symbol—a single gentle curve.
Then, she tried to vocalize the faint ripple she sensed from it, a wave that embodied “serenity” and “healing.”
This ti, there were no grand or archaic syllables.
What slipped from her lips was only a tuneless, strangely rhythmic, low yet soft… humming.
“Mmm… hmm… hmm…”
The mont the sound escaped, Mophis realized sothing was off.
That expected violent drain of ntal power never ca.
Instead, what she felt was resonance.
The “Dragon’s Origin” and “Holy Light Power” within her seed to be activated by the tone, circulating harmoniously, forming a small energy loop.
And that loop didn’t consu her strength—it actually nourished her soul.
An indescribable comfort spread through her entire being, from inside out.
It felt like soaking in warm water, every pore opening in relaxation. It felt so good she couldn’t help but… want to make a sound.
Thus, that originally steady hum gradually… changed.
“Mmm… ah…”
A soft moan tinged with nasal breath slipped uncontrollably from her lips.
Mophis’s face flared red in an instant.
Crap! What am I doing!
This sound was way… way too strange!
She wanted to stop, but that intoxicating comfort inside her body only grew stronger, making it impossible to restrain her voice. The hum beca broken, rising and falling, interspersed with faint gasps that even made her blush and burn when she herself heard them.
anwhile, Ignis, who had been sprawled on the bay window looking amused, no longer bore that relaxed look.
She sat up abruptly, those golden eyes locked onto Mophis—sitting on the carpet, cheeks flushed, eyes damp at the corners.
She felt it too—sothing was very wrong.
This “song” was utterly unlike the grand “miracle” from last ti.
It had no power to alter the world’s rules, yet it carried a force far more direct, far more… lethal.
As that strange rhythm seeped into her ears, Ignis felt her mighty dragon heart skip a beat.
Her Dragon’s Origin surged wildly, galloping with unprecedented joy.
A tingling, electric shiver climbed from the base of her spine up to her crown.
Her battle-hardened soul, immune to almost every ntal spell, now felt as though gentle hands were softly, endlessly caressing it.
Comfortable…
So comfortable…
The sensation outshone even lying atop mountains of gold—it filled her with satisfaction and… pleasure.
Ignis’s body began heating up, her fair skin blooming with a rosy flush.
She gazed at Mophis’s enraptured face, listened to that increasingly “indecent” chanting, and the flas in her golden eyes nearly burned out of control.
This “treasure”…
Just how many soul-shaking abilities was she still hiding?
As the atmosphere in the room grew stranger, heavier, and more “lewd”…
Outside the Library, the players still reveling in the “city-building” suddenly quieted.
One bard player with elf blood and sensitive hearing took off his headphones, tilting his ear.
“Hey… do you guys hear sothing?”
“Hear what? Isn’t it just the crowd’s noise?” a nearby warrior asked.
“No… no… it’s sothing else.” The bard frowned deeply. “It’s… a weird sound, coming from inside the Library. Broken up, but… almost like soone singing?”
“Singing? Is wifey blessing us again?”
“No, that’s not it… this singing… why does it sound a bit… mm…”
“Mmm mmm ahh ahh… ahh mm… I’m done.”
He couldn’t find the right words to describe it.
Soon, more and more players with high perception also picked up on the faint sound.
On the forum, a new post quietly popped up.
【Late-night benefits? I think I just heard wifey making strange sounds in her room, hurry!】
Instantly, swarms of thirsty players flooded the comnts.
【What kind of sounds? Details!】
【Did you record it? Upload it now!】
【Damn! I heard it too! That sound… sounds just like… cough cough, you know!】
【I get it! It must be Dragon King-sama having so ‘deep communication’ with wifey! Dragon Concubine CP is real! Lock it in!】
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