Cruze lounged lazily against the headboard. He merely smiled faintly as he looked at Jill's sexy yet flawed body. Such a sensual figure, yet with an iron arm that ruined its perfection—it was impossible not to sigh at the sight. Yet that very arm, along with the scars spread across her body, gave Jill a distinctive kind of beauty.
There was not much genuine affection in the union between Cruze and Jill. There was lust that fulfilled each other's needs, desires they needed to vent, and mutual exploitation. Yet the one thing lacking between them was sincerity, and Cruze rather liked that feeling.
As for Jill, with her great vengeance still unavenged and her goals still unmet, she had no time for romance either. Yielding to her body's needs for a moment did not mean she had fallen in love with Cruze. Perhaps love itself had already become a luxury to Jill. Of course, this momentary surrender had occurred every day since only a few days after Cruze arrived in Yajenar.
The two had long since laid their bodies completely bare before each other. At least physically, there were many things they no longer kept secret from one another, and they had long grown accustomed to facing each other naked. Thus, neither found anything wrong with discussing serious matters while unclothed.
"Although I already knew DRAGON came from another world, I never expected those who vanished from Mars to have gone to DRAGON's world." Jill casually tossed the communicator in her hand onto the bed, pulled her thin black robe closed, and lit a cigarette. She glanced at Cruze and asked flatly, "But you never seemed worried about them, not even when they suddenly lost contact on Mars. Aren't you curious what they encountered in DRAGON's world?"
"There was no