Brain bloom

A bright red little tongue traces across the dandelion's lips.

After they parted, Dandelion whispered in Moritoki's ear, "Moritoki, my lovely and beloved little strawberry, please do your best to please me."

"I will really do everything I can to please you, Princess."

"Whatever you like."

"Then... don't regret it."

Dandelion answered with a deep kiss, then closed her eyes, maintaining her queenly elegance, lying in the sea of ​​desire, waiting for her queen to please her. But she didn't notice that Mori was doing something.

Countless tiny particles of light are scattered in the air, as if there were an entire starry sky here.

Those were all Mori's intelligence.

"Choose, be agile."

Long ago, after acquiring the divine title of Coffin Bearer, she gained a certain skill, which Mori Toki is now using. She had planned this all along, which is why she obediently came here to spend a tender night with Dandelion. She almost lost her rationality…

Fortunately, an opportunity arose.

Soon, the overwhelming intelligence was temporarily converted into Sen Shi's agility. This caused her already very high agility stat to increase even more dramatically.

And so—her ten fingers, the tip of her slightly protruding tongue, and her two lips, all seemed to be under a spell, warming up at an incredible speed.

"...Is it done yet?" The poor dandelion was still completely unaware of what was going to happen next. "Don't keep me waiting too long."

Mori's intelligence is gone; all that's left is a body controlled by desire!

Lust instantly transformed her into a wild beast, the most powerful beast in the world! She pounced fiercely on the dandelion on the bed, and on her flawless body, she played an incredible and intense sonata.

"Huh...uh? This...this is too...Aa ...

“舒服吗？”

"Please, stop...stop...don't stop!!!"

The delicate little dandelion on her head, the adorable ears hidden under her hair, the pink skin on her neck, armpits, waist dimples, the slight curve of her chest, and the source of pleasure between her long legs.

All of this was utterly defeated by Mori's irrational offensive.

Whenever the dandelion wanted to cry out or let out a soft gasp, her voice would be silenced by those gentle lips. Words were replaced by their tongues, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

The dandelion didn't know where it was going; it only knew to shout the name of the coffin bearer and praise her divine skill. In this way, it would probably die comfortably.

so what?

It wouldn't matter if I died in her embrace and with her skill!

but--

Mori stopped what he was doing, and his intelligence returned.

"Why... did it stop?" Dandelion wanted to cry. Being lifted from the mire of happiness and thrown into the ice cellar of the dead of winter felt incredibly terrible.

"There's something even more intense." Mori Toki hadn't even used her full strength yet; she still had the agility-boosting title she hadn't worn. "Princess, would you like to try something even more fun?"

"……certainly!!"

"Then have my baby."

"You!!" Dandelion suddenly came to her senses and realized that Sen Shi was tempting her, and this was her resistance!

But in the dim light, the swaying tongue in the air, the gently moving, beautiful fingers, all subconsciously reminded Dandelion of everything she had just tasted. How...how wonderful that taste was?

"If you want it, just agree. That's all I ask for."

"That……"

"Greater joy awaits you." Mori's voice, sweet as a strawberry, was like silk caressing the sensitive spot of a dandelion. It was a fleeting, subtle joy, designed to lure one deeper, to savor more unknown sweetness.

At last.

They reached an agreement.

One person can have one child.

……

Although spring has arrived, the night air is still a bit chilly. I put on another layer of clothing, rubbing my reddened hands as I waited anxiously, but still no sound came.

“Sister Yuan.” Fu Fu appeared quietly.

Because of Wing Cloud, it can't stay by Mori-shi's side, so it can be with Wish-sister again.

"Fufu, tell me, those two..."

"Then...should I go take a look?"

Yuan hesitated, her gaze fixed on the cabin, but a sense of unease lingered. After much struggle and reflection, Yuan realized something deeper and cast several devilishly concealed spells on Fu Fu to ensure absolute safety.

"Come back and tell me after you see it."

"Ah."

"I...I'm just worried! Worried that the two of them might actually fight!" She didn't forget to explain.

"Okay, if a fight really breaks out, I'll tell Sister Yuan." Fu Fu was exceptionally clever and continued, following the excuse given by Sister Yuan, "I'll also be careful not to expose myself!"

Then, under the watchful eyes of Yuan, the tiny salt ball, trailing an elegant and swift azure glow, flew joyfully toward the home it had once inhabited.

……

——The End

——For You

Volume 1 #Side Story: The Desolate Rose Garden

"Throughout the long years, what has always accompanied me is boundless loneliness."

A soft, melodious female voice gently swayed through the air under the warm sunlight.

"That period of time did not end until he knocked on my door."

She gathered a few strands of pale silver hair that had fallen beside her ears, along with the stray hairs clinging to her banshee horns. Then, with a smile, she looked up, as if infected by her earlier self-talk, recalling something from long ago…

No, it can't be considered a long time ago.

Compared to the length of a lifetime, that person's visit was only a little earlier.

But... loneliness distorts moments of time, making them indifferent and invisible, leaving little to no deep impression. Compared to the long time the two spent together after that man arrived, the previous moments are utterly meaningless.

"Little one, what name do you think I should give you when you grow up?"

Her hand tried to caress the beautiful egg, but dared not touch it too hard, only making tentative, fleeting touches. Because the banshee's fingers had sharp nails, she worried that her affection might be too intense.

Just as many plants deliberately grow a few thorns to try to protect themselves, the banshee, this dreamlike and rare species, could only possess these weapons at first, at most... plus two sharp teeth.

But now, those sharp nails that could tear apart enemies dared not exert any force, fearing they might damage this invaluable egg. Her lips, too, had concealed their small, fangs. They were no longer weapons for biting enemies; now, and ever since, they would only be used to speak sincere words.

"What name do you want? But... I don't know if you'll be a male or female demon..." A hint of happy frustration crossed her face. "I really envy your father. He can leave behind his surname and not have to worry about anything... Sigh, males are always so annoying. They go out hunting and I don't know when they'll be back."

The egg, of course, did not respond.

Its eggshell resembled some kind of noble and luxurious crystal. Slightly translucent, it possessed a rich violet hue. This indicated the powerful magic of the banshee within, and the fact that it was her child was only natural.

Unlike before, this egg had grown to the point where it needed to be held in both arms, and no one dared to move it carelessly. So, it was quietly placed in the homeland of the banshees, a place known as the "Desolate Rose Garden."

Even though no more roses bloom in this desolate land, and the flower fields are all barren, for the banshee, the birth of her child is more precious than anything else. She tirelessly watches over her child.

In this process, only the occasional spontaneous soliloquy and the irresistible gentle touch can compensate for the loneliness, and express happiness.

……

"Ten colors".

Hearing the familiar voice, she turned around, her face full of anger: "Damn it, I clearly said you weren't allowed to come—huh? You actually dared to turn yourself into human form?"

"Because you keep complaining..."

The woman who entered the courtyard was a beautiful noblewoman with her eyes closed, and she was wearing a white cloak.

The Banshee's Guardian - The Ancient Evil Dragon Who Tears Apart Truth - Finanda.

This infamous monster, on par with the ancient Demon King, occasionally comes here to chat with Shiseki about the past and, incidentally, to see her child's eggs. But every time Fernanda comes, Shiseki scolds her and only allows her to look at them from a great distance.

After all, it is so big that if it takes a small step, the ground will shake and the eggshell will break.

Moreover, she was shrouded in misfortune, just as her name suggested, and was likely to harm the child inside the egg, cursing its unformed destiny. Only today did Fernanda condescend to use magic, transforming her enormous body into a dignified and domineering noblewoman, and also concealing the misfortune within her cloak.

Even just once, she didn't want to miss it, hoping to witness what kind of offspring the ten colors she had protected for so many years would give birth to.

Since that's the case, Ten-Colored also lowered her guard and complaints, retracted her claws and fangs, and happily introduced her child to the guardian... even though it was still an egg.

But just describing the beauty of the eggshell could take a lifetime in ten colors. The powerful and ancient banshee also experienced the joy of motherhood.

“My child… was born decades earlier than yours.” Fernanda said with a hint of pride.

"Wow, you're really despicable! You actually came here to use a child to pressure me? By the way, how long have you been incubating your dragon egg?"

Fernanda thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with specific data, so she could only shake her head and explain:

“I don’t know. Anyway, once it’s born, it’s thrown into the realm of demons or hell. If it can be born alive and come back to see me, then it’s a success and will become a qualified Evil Dragon in the future… So, I don’t know how much time Daniel spent coming to see me.”

After hearing this, Shi Se's face turned ashen. She used to understand Erlong's views on reproduction, but now it was different.

Her mouth chattered on and on, launching into an endless lecture on Fernanda, cursing this guardian who didn't understand the preciousness of children. She berated the always domineering Fernanda until her face turned ashen, but she could only lower her head and pretend to humbly accept the criticism…

She's willing to fight a bloody battle to the death with monsters like Ron Stolt and Sen.

But to let her provoke the mother who is protecting her child? Forget it.

How annoying! They weren't welcoming me before, but now they won't let me escape! Fernanda could only grumble inwardly. Fortunately, a thought suddenly struck her, and she seized the opportunity to interject.

"By the way! Daniel, my clumsy Eerlong, will take good care of your child."

“…Oh?” Shise was overjoyed, temporarily forgetting where she had been cursing. “Are you still willing to uphold this agreement? But…it’s very old, and we banshees don’t hold grudges against that history anymore.”

"This is our friendship, old friend."

"Go away, I'm young!"

"I hope so..." However, Fernanda also felt that since being with Mori, she had become more and more girlish, which Fernanda found truly laughable, considering that the two of them had witnessed and created so much history together...

"I know! You stupid, rag-like little lizard, what you're thinking must be very rude! Your head is like a jar full of rotten milk, how can it not ferment into delicious cheese?"