Peach Fox's lips curled into a knowing smirk as she twirled the egg between her fingers, her gaze locked onto Ji Xiaofei's wide, curious eyes. "Watch closely," she purred, her voice sultry, teasing.
She placed the egg on the table and slowly draped a cloth over it, her fingers lingering over the fabric as if caressing something far more delicate. "It's still inside," she whispered, running her palm over the cloth-covered shape, her touch light, suggestive.
Ji Xiaofei swallowed, her breath hitching slightly. "Mm-hmm," she murmured, eyes following Peach Fox's every move.
Without warning, Peach Fox lifted her hand and brought it down in a sharp smack. The sound of impact echoed through the room, and Ji Xiaofei flinched, her lashes fluttering as she shut her eyes. But when she dared to look again, the table was empty.
"Huh? Where's the egg?" she asked, blinking in surprise.
Peach Fox leaned in, her lips just a breath away from Ji Xiaofei's ear. "Check your pocket."
A shiver ran down Ji Xiaofei's spine as she reached into her pocket, fingers brushing against something smooth and round. She gasped, pulling out the egg. "Peach Fox, you're amazing!"
"Hehe, just a little trick." Peach Fox's voice dripped with satisfaction, her gaze smoldering as she watched Ji Xiaofei's excitement.
Ji Xiaofei shifted on the bench, her thighs pressing together as she felt another shape beneath her. "Wait... Did you also conjure this one?" She held up another egg, her cheeks tinged pink.
Peach Fox's eyes flickered with amusement. "Oh? Seems like your body's full of surprises..." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Ji Xiaofei's skin, her fingers lightly tracing down Ji Xiaofei's arm.
Before Ji Xiaofei could respond, the door swung open, and Yarrow strode in, his arms full of packages. The air filled with the intoxicating scent of lemon and cream as he set down a beautifully decorated cake, its rich frosting glistening under the warm glow of the room.
Ji Xiaofei's wings fluttered eagerly. "Looks delicious!"
Serena sliced the cake, her movements smooth and deliberate. "There are cookies and candies, too." She placed a bag of treats on the table, her fingers brushing against Peach Fox's as they reached for the same cookie. Peach Fox held Serena's gaze for just a moment longer than necessary, a silent promise in her eyes before she slowly pulled the cookie to her lips, taking a bite with an almost sinful delight.
Across the room, Zen lay sprawled on the sofa, her legs lazily draped over the armrest as she flipped through a novel. The decadent spread before her seemed to hold no interest—an unusual sight for the normally insatiable Silver Dragon.
"Zen, aren't you going to eat?" Peach Fox asked Yarrow softly, her voice laced with something suggestive.
Yarrow chuckled, his gaze flickering to Zen. "She's been stuffing herself all day. I think she's finally reached her limit."
Zen merely grunted in response, turning a page with an air of indifference.
Yarrow turned back to Peach Fox and Ji Xiaofei, pulling out a couple of neatly wrapped packages. "I also got you two some new clothes. Serena helped pick them out. You should try them on after dessert."
"Oh? Are they pretty?" Peach Fox teased, her fingers slowly untying the ribbon, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Of course. I only choose the best for you," Yarrow murmured, his voice low, intimate.
A moment later, he retrieved a beret from one of the bags, his fingers brushing over the fabric thoughtfully. He walked over to Zen, mischief dancing in his eyes.
"Zen?" he called out.
"What?" she responded lazily, not even looking up.
He held up the hat. "Try this on."
She finally glanced at it, her expression unimpressed. "It's hideous."
Yarrow smirked. "Come on, it's stylish. It'll make you look... desirable."
Zen's golden eyes narrowed. "This king doesn't need to be desirable to humans."
He leaned in, his voice dropping an octave. "But imagine how much they'd worship you if you were even more stunning..."
Zen's lips parted slightly, her pupils dilating as she pondered his words. After a beat, she reached out and snatched the hat from his hands. "Fine. How do you wear this?"
Yarrow took his time adjusting it, his fingers grazing the smooth curve of her horns, the soft strands of her hair. His touch lingered just a moment longer than necessary. "There... but it's slightly off," he murmured.
He seized the opportunity, his palm settling atop her head. He rubbed twice, firm yet gentle, heat pooling in his stomach at the intimate contact.
Zen didn't react, too engrossed in her book.
Yarrow exhaled, relief washing over him—until he realized the challenge pop-up hadn't appeared.
"Doesn't that count?!" he muttered in frustration.
Biting his lip, he swallowed his hesitation and reached out again. "Let me adjust it one more time..."
He applied a little more pressure this time, his palm settling firmly on the top of Zen's head. Even through the hat, he could feel the soft texture of her silken hair, a contrast to the intimidating aura she usually carried.
His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, hesitant yet yearning, afraid to push too far. The sensation sent a strange thrill down his spine.
"Why isn't it working?" he muttered under his breath, frustration creeping in as the anticipated challenge completion pop-up failed to appear.
He had pressed down more firmly this time, almost possessively, yet there was still no reaction. His brows knitted together. "Could it be another bug?" he wondered.
"What exactly are you doing?"
A cold, clear voice sliced through his thoughts, making his entire body tense. A chill ran down his spine as he slowly looked down—only to find himself trapped under the piercing gaze of those golden, slit-pupil eyes. Zen was staring directly at him, her expression unreadable.
Only then did Yarrow realize just how far he had gone.
His hand had not only rested on her head but had been shamelessly rubbing, fingers kneading with an intimacy that could no longer be called casual. The beret had shifted slightly, sitting at a playful tilt.
Shit.
"Uh—sorry, I got a little distracted." Yarrow withdrew his hand hastily, but halfway through the motion, he hesitated, realizing his mistake. Instead of pulling away entirely, he quickly reached back and straightened the hat with careful precision.
Zen exhaled softly through her nose—a sound that could have been amusement or indifference—before turning to glance at a nearby mirror. With a simple tilt of her head, she examined her reflection.
"Mm. It's fine," she said lightly, then, as if nothing had happened, returned her focus to her book.
Yarrow blinked. "Huh? She's... not mad?"
And then—
[Challenge Completed! Zen's heart-pounding head pat, challenge successful! Reward: 50 Heartbeat Tokens!]
The notification flashed before his eyes.
Relief flooded him, but alongside it was a gnawing curiosity. Zen hadn't reacted at all. No irritation, no deadly glare, not even a warning glance.
Something clicked in his mind, and he quickly checked Zen's status.
[Zen] [Affection: 5] [Current State: Addicted to Novels]
"Five? It's actually... positive?"
Yesterday, this very same Silver Dragon had been glaring at him with a murderous -90 affection score, ready to erase him from existence. And now? A few kind words, a novel, a bag of cookies, and not only was she tolerating him—her hostility had completely evaporated.
A slow smirk curled at the corner of Yarrow's lips.
"Maybe dragons aren't so hard to win over after all."
Or perhaps... Zen was simply far easier to tame than she let on.
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