The Dress Is a Woman's Battle Armor

As they interacted, Qin Wangchuan remembered what had happened before and realized he had been prepared.

Really.

Before long, Dragon Scale started performing that body-changing trick again.

One moment she was a stunningly beautiful woman with breathtaking curves, the next her figure suddenly shrank, her amazing fullness vanished, leaving only a delicate and slender figure.

Her legs, however, remained long and slender, peeking out from under the hem of her skirt that barely reached her thighs.

That mature allure remained undiminished, only contained within her petite frame, making her even more captivating.

Even in her current state, Qin Wangchuan showed no mercy in his actions.

This was already an unspoken understanding between the two of them.

Dragon Scale showed no intention of begging for mercy; instead, she met the attack even more fiercely.

She wrapped her body around him, and his Heavenly Qilin Dress slipped down to one shoulder, revealing a slender white neck and smooth, fragrant shoulder.

Two slender legs wrapped tightly around his waist beneath her skirt, as if they wanted to take him in even more.

Again...

Just as this greed reached its peak, without warning—

That crucial pass ultimately fell.

Dragon Scale's body suddenly stiffened, and a broken breath stuck in her throat, unable to escape.

Her slender neck involuntarily tilted backward, until it reached its maximum extension.

His dark hair was scattered all over the pillow, his expression was pained, but his eyes were filled with satisfaction.

What others might find unacceptable, for the Dragon Clan race, is a taste they desperately desire.

The erratic trembling subsided after a long time.

It may subside, but it's never the end.

The same scene was repeated countless times throughout the night.

Until the very last time.

Dragon Scale's limbs tightened again, her fingertips almost digging into his flesh, then she seemed to lose all her strength and slumped down inch by inch.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her body still trembling slightly, her eyes shimmering with tears, a dazed and unfocused look on her face.

Visibly, nourished by the essence, her aura had become even stronger.

The pair of jade-white dragon horns on his forehead quietly rose higher, becoming even more lustrous and majestic, exuding an unimaginable majesty.

The two then fell asleep in each other's arms.

After an unknown amount of time, Dragon Scale suddenly opened her eyes.

His gaze swept quickly across the hall, landing on the figure standing not far away.

Qin Wangchuan had gotten up at some point and was sitting with his back to her, studying the new cultivation technique.

She stared blankly for a moment before her tense body relaxed, and a soft look spread across her face.

I wanted to get up and go to his side.

As soon as she braced her hands on the edge of the couch, a sudden strain on her waist caused a wave of weakness to wash over her spine, and she slumped back down halfway up.

Dragon Scale frowned, took a breath, and slowly moved herself up. When her legs dangled to the edge of the bed, her knees were still trembling.

Unlike last time, this time it was much more intense.

My lower back aches, and my legs aches too.

Especially the lower abdomen.

Dragon Scale looked down and saw nothing unusual, but when she raised her hand again, it was indeed slightly swollen.

My fingertips gently pressed that spot, and I knew exactly what was inside. My eyebrows and eyes unconsciously curved into a smile.

Although it feels sour and bloated, I'm not used to it at first.

But... you'll get used to it.

After all, there will be many more incidents like this in the future.

Since she felt uncomfortable all over, she decided not to get up.

He lazily stretched out his arms, flexing his aching muscles inch by inch, and his gaze fell on himself.

The Heavenly Qilin Dress hung loosely, one shoulder strap slipping down to her arm, revealing a large expanse of skin.

There were deep and shallow marks on his shoulders and sides.

She raised her hand to pull the shoulder strap back, and then tugged at the hem of her skirt, which had tilted to one side.

Her fingertips brushed against the skirt, then paused.

The few strands of ribbon hanging down had developed fine wrinkles at some point, and there were still shallow bite marks on the edges.

Dragon Scale's ears turned slightly red as she recalled the events of the previous night.

It was at this moment that a sentence Long Yue had once said came to mind.

--A skirt is a woman's battle armor.

At the time, I only half understood it, taking it as just a common piece of instruction.

Only now am I beginning to taste the sweetness of success.

It turns out that wearing a dress and creating such curves can transform into such a force that falls back onto you.

She lowered her eyes, her fingertips slowly tracing the surface of her skirt, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and that feeling welled up again.

'... I want more.'

The thought arose, and her eyes fixed on that figure's back, the tears welling up in them.

But he kept his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, his mind clearly absorbed in that crucial martial art.

Dragon Scale looked at it for a while, and finally suppressed that thought.

He propped himself up on the edge of the tatami mat and stepped barefoot onto the ground.

The stone bricks were cold, and the coolness crept up her feet, making her toes curl up.

I looked at that figure again.

He was so deeply immersed in his own world that she might not even notice when she woke up.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

That startled him!

Once the thought arose, it couldn't be suppressed.

The girl pursed her lips, her eyes lit up, she held her breath, and raised her hand to press down on the few swaying ribbons at her waist.

Bare feet gently touched the ground.

The moment the soles of his feet touched the cold stone bricks, he quickly lifted them and moved silently, step by step, toward him.

There are three more steps.

Two steps.

Step.

Just as he was about to reach out his hand--

"Woke up?"

Qin Wangchuan didn't even turn his head.

Dragon Scale's hand froze in mid-air.

She lowered her eyes, looked at her still dangling hands, and then at the person in front of her who hadn't even raised an eyelid.

Boring.

I might as well stop pretending.

Her figure silently grew longer, her curves bulged, and her limbs grew taller inch by inch, until in the blink of an eye she became a mature woman with an astonishing figure.

She slumped forward lazily.

She wrapped her arms around his back, encircling his neck, and then limply hung on him.

Her chin rested on his shoulder.

The feeling from last night hasn't completely faded, but applying this makes me feel better.

She nuzzled her pretty face against his neck.

"I want more."

His voice was languid and alluring.

Qin Wangchuan paused, put down the half-finished calculation in his palm, grabbed the other hand, and pulled.

The lovely girl hanging behind him was pulled over and, in a dizzying moment, fell into his arms.

Those legs suddenly rose high into the air, one landing first, its slender white calf brushing past his waist, while the other landed perfectly in his palm.

The lamb has fallen into the tiger's mouth.

Qin Wangchuan lowered his head, his nose touching hers, his voice very low:

"Want more?"