Chapter 153: And so I have a dragon lo- wait, what?

I was just holding her and yet- my breath was burning. My whole body was burning. 

Did I forget to mention we were sweating?

And yet, Marg smelled wonderful. I guess she took a shower before coming back. Boy was I glad for that. 

Meanwhile, I stank. I really wanted a shower right now. Too bad I couldn't get my wounds wet though. 

And the pain was constantly reminding me that I should just keep my stuff inside my pants too. 

"It's getting late, I should let you rest," Marg said, looking away.

"Yeah." I wanted her to stay, but- maybe it was for the best.

She was a person, not some tool I could manipulate. I let her go. 

If we were going to make this work, we had to respect each other that was the baseline. Honesty was the pillar and loyalty were the bricks. Almost like a house. And no, there was no need for kids in that house. 

Marg didn't get up. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her chest pressed against mine, barely. "Since we can't do much- just a good-" she kissed me- and boy did tongues roll. Her taste was inside me, and mine was inside hers, it went on, and on. For a moment it felt like things will go on forever, but stopped just a minute later. Her breath fell on my face, her warmth! Needless to say, little Helio Romswell Jintel just made a stern salute. "-Night's kiss." 

And with that whisper, Marg disappeared. 

Now, what the hell was I supposed to do?

I couldn't calm down, and I couldn't do anything about it either. 

Sigh. 

'So you came here just to tease me.'

So, with sniffs, I just lied there, and closed my eyes, trying my best not to think about what just happened.

Except, it was the only thing on my mind. 

Yeah, I couldn't sleep. 

***

'Hiss….'

'Hisss I-'

'I can't take it anymore!'

***

I snapped awake: I was having a weird dream. I didn't move my body but just stared at the ceiling. 'Morning already?'

I could hear birds chirp.

The nurse did mention I'd feel very sore after twenty-four hours, I guess this was that.

Wait, ceiling?

Why was I facing up? Wasn't I facing my left when I slept?

I didn't feel sleepy, I didn't feel any pain and I didn't feel groggy either. 

I tried to sit down, but- couldn't move. 

It wasn't like any of my wounds, hurt, in fact, it felt like my wounds didn't even exist anymore. And my body felt a little, heavy?

So, why couldn't I move?

All this time, I was still staring at the ceiling, but now- now that I looked at my body- the word flabbergasted wasn't enough to describe the situation. And nor did it do justice. 

For a minute, I just stayed like that, puzzled, almost like I'd turned to stone. My lips didn't move and nor did anything else. 

But after that minute, my panic mode kicked in. 'What if she sees me like this?'

I had to move and I had to move now. 

"Hey you, let go!" With all my worries at the back of my mind, I started my best to struggle. 

"MMHM?" 

I was gripped tighter. 

Apparently, I was being squeezed alive by a girl- probably fifteen, looked a little shorter than Marg, maybe a shade darker, also thinner. She had horns and an armored tail: brown long hair. Her ears were pointy and she still wasn't letting me go. 

"Hey, let go already!"

But more importantly- she was totally naked. Nothing, not even underwear. 

It was fairly cool even just moments ago, but now I was sweating buckets. My body smelled terrible. I needed a shower and I needed to get away from here- from her, right now!

Before Marg could-

'Oh- fuc*'

A small spoon dropped on the floor. 

The sound of the spoon hurt. It just hurt. 

"As you can see, this was not done by my choice. Let's stay calm and analyze first." It took a lot more than just courage to say those words peacefully and calmly. "The door was closed and there's not many people who can teleport, so- let's stay calm."

There was nothing peaceful about it though. 

Marg didn't move a muscle. She just stood there with the food, staring at me and the girl. 

No matter how she looked at this, in her eyes this was probably cheating. She carefully put down the bowl she was carrying on the table and her stare turned into a glare. "Last night mother told me, you couldn't be trusted since the blood of your predecessors is in you. I dismissed her thoughts without a second of doubt." Her glare intensified. Wait, she was calling Mom, mother? Wow. "Do explain, and I'm not in the best mood, so I'd suggest you hurry up."

Even I didn't know what was going on, so how the hell was I going to explain?

"Hmmm… YAWN." The girl let go of me, stretched her arms with a yawn, and smiled. "Morning, master." She was still on top of me.

Those were definitely bigger than Marg's.

"M-master?" Both Marg and I yelled out the word, but strangely the word didn't have a meaning for us. 

"I'm your loyal servant, Enira. After being dominated by you thoroughly that night, I've decided to serve you for all eternity." She bowed and gave a smirk to Marg. "After being defiled by you, I have nowhere else to go."

My jaw hung a little. "Servant? Dominated? Night? Defiled? Are you crazy? Who are you?"

"You don't remember me?" She sniffed, her eyes sparkled. 

Marg remained expressionless. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

"Le-let's calm down, an-and start-start from the beginning." Suffice to say, it was me was doing the 'freaking out.'

"Yes, let's hear it." Marg's voice was cold. 

"That night you cut off my heads and put a hole in my chest, remember? Then you sucked my life out through that hole." The information was fine and all, but the way she described it and squeezed her legs, yeah, definitely not user-friendly. 

Wait, heads? A hole….

"You're that snake?" It was more like a five-headed dragon than a snake though. 

The girl's face lit up. "Bingo. And my name's Enira!" And she struck a pose. "A middle-class dragon of fire." She winked. And she herself thought she was a dragon.

"That explains it." Marg came towards us. "Get off of him," She commanded. 

"Unfortunately, he's mine and I'm not handing him over." The girl wrapped her arms around me and moved merrily. 

"That's my line!" Marg screamed and brought out a literal sword, and sliced. 

'Where the hell did you get my sword?'

The girl- Enira blocked it with her hand: scales manifested, a small barrier too, and smiled. "If my master wasn't into you, I'd have already killed you. And what are you, an idiot? What if that hurt him too?" Enira yawned. "Now, how about we strike a deal?" Her grin turned evil. 

"What are you talking about?"

"We share him, fifty-fifty."

"Denied. He's all mine."

"Don't be so selfish. Then how about we dueled and-"

"Enough!" I had enough. "You- get off me!" She got off and got on her knees on the floor. "Stop doing that. I'd already killed you, so what are you doing here and I never agreed to be your master."

"But you did. The moment you used my core, you forged a pact with me. It took some time to gather all the strength from my other fragments, but now I'm fairly powerful enough to summon forth one-tenth of my power." She grinned. "And don't worry, I don't hold any grudges against you. In a matter of a month, I'll have enough strength to summon forth all my powers from the fragments." 

Yeah, I didn't buy it.

"So, basically, you can turn into a snake again?"

"Let's kill her, we can't risk anything." Marg sure was intent on killing her.

"Since you don't like that form, I won't." Enira pouted. "Besides, I live inside your saber, so-" She wiggled her toes. "I'd rather look like the best version of your dreams."

Huh? Since when did naked dragon girls become the thing of my dreams? Honestly, even I was confused. 'What the hell are you doing in there, shadow?'

I didn't know why but this whole situation got a lot more complicated than a girl just grabbing me naked. 

And yes, she was still not wearing any clothes. 

"First of all, let's go get some clothes before anyone else comes along." Marg had a very sinister smile. 

Yeah, this probably wasn't going to end well. Well, at least she forgot about me for a while. 

"No." The girl was by the bed, and she grabbed my neck, guided my head into her chest, and sobbed. "I won't leave him."

"You will. Troubling him, won't do." Marg's voice was icy cold, and I had a feeling she was about to kill someone. And I was glad it wasn't me. She grabbed the girl's arm and smiled. "I made the soup, I'll be back later."

Yeah, I was definitely glad I wasn't her target. 

Both were gone in an instant. 

She wasn't going to dump her off in some secluded part of the world right?

Right?

Sigh.