That's Too Much

Looking at Azshara, whose beauty was beyond all words and language, Tonatiuh knew this was not an illusion she had cast.

On the contrary, that originally savage and terrifying form of the Naga Queen was the ugly appearance she had deliberately created to make herself look unattractive.

Lost in the breathtaking beauty of this light among lights, Tonatiuh suddenly realized this.

"How... how do you look like this? That original form was your current appearance, wasn't it?" he asked hesitantly, gripping Azshara.

"Heh..." Azshara seemed no longer quite so terrified at having fallen into Tonatiuh's hands. In truth, her terror seemed to have lasted only that brief initial moment.

The Queen laughed.

In the lightless darkness before dawn, that smile gave Tonatiuh the illusion that moonlight had shone into his heart.

She was too beautiful.

So beautiful that even with her grotesquely ugly lower body, even with her unfriendly attitude, Tonatiuh still felt that even someone like her was more beautiful than his own women.

To be honest, Tonatiuh found it difficult to suppress certain urges within himself. With the hand holding Nationshatter, he tossed aside the largest troll weapon. One hand still controlled her vital point, while the other reached over beside Azshara's ear, lifted a lock of her silky silver hair, and gently inhaled its fragrance.

The scent left the God King stirred.

"What magic did you use to become so alluring?" Tonatiuh's reason still barely held him in check.

"Charm is the magic I cast." Azshara was not as calm as she appeared. Though this was a trap she had designed for herself to walk into, she understood that the filthy beast before her could kill her.

Having her life in someone else's hands truly felt terrible!

This feeling was almost exactly the same as it had