Chapter 135: I Want to Eat You (35)

In the abandoned nest, untouched for centuries, the two sat quietly entwined.

Herbert held Valentina, and she lay nearly against his chest.

They remained like this in silence for a while.

Only when the full moon hung high and the stars grew sparse did Valentina stir slightly and speak softly.

"Herbert."

"Hmm?"

She made no effort to pull away or turn her head, eyes lowered, whispering: "Dance with me."

Herbert:?

Herbert blinked, still not fully shaken from the lingering melancholy, and after a moment's pause, asked uncertainly:

"You said… dance?"

No, rather than dance?

"Yes."

Valentina's reply was firm; she turned her head, her gaze burning as she nodded:

"Dance!"

Herbert felt unsettled under her intense stare and instinctively turned his head away—only for her to snap his face back.

Click.

"What are you hiding for? Why won't you look me in the eyes?"

She narrowed her eyes, fixing them tightly on Herbert's.

"Uh…"

Herbert felt a light sweat break on his forehead, unsure how to explain.

Wait…

This isn't right!

Herbert's peripheral vision fell on Wendy's tombstone; his eyes widened, thoughts racing through his mind.

This is clearly not the right setting for dancing!

This is literally graveyard dancing!!?

"You don't want to dance?"

"I…"

But her hesitation became something else in Valentina's eyes; her slit pupils narrowed dangerously as she spoke slowly:

"You danced with that woman—can't you dance with me?"

"If you like dancing with her so much, I'll send you back so you can keep dancing!"

"Hmph!"

???

Herbert, hearing her jealous, sarcastic tone, froze in shock.

He couldn't believe it.

This…

This is something Valentina would say!!?

When did she suddenly get it?

Did eating enough make her brilliant intellect take over?

Wait… no!

Oh no.

Haji Long is turning on its master!

It's trying to ride over my head now.

"You…"

Herbert felt the delicate body in his arms growing increasingly dangerous; he spoke at once: "Of course I want to dance with you."

In this crisis, the priority was to agree first.

But that wasn't enough—he must deny her baseless accusation and emphasize his innocence.

"Second, I must state clearly: I didn't dance with her because I liked it—it was merely part of the plan."

Herbert clung to this point, his expression grave, stressing: "I made a necessary sacrifice!"

What do you know?

I sacrificed my looks!

"Really?"

Valentina regarded Herbert skeptically, then pressed her nose to his neck and sniffed lightly.

Sniff. sniff.

Just as Herbert thought her animal-like behavior was oddly alluring…

Valentina extended her tongue and gave a light lick.

Lick!

She licked him!!?

"Eh!?"

???

Herbert's eyes widened in disbelief as he clutched his neck, stammering: "This! You, uh? Ah!?"

What's going on here?

Having retracted her tongue, Valentina was quite calm. She smacked her lips and nodded: "Mm… alright, I'll trust you for now. You don't have the smell of lying on you this time."

???

Wait, aren't you that bobbed-hair cloth lady?!

Family, there's a pervert here!

Ran into a cringe dragon girl!

Herbert panicked for a moment, then abruptly calmed down. He had a subtle feeling that the Valentina before him was a bit different from the one in his memory.

But exactly which part, he couldn't quite say.

It felt like she'd become quite clever in some way.

Or rather—quite dangerous.

"Then dance with me!"

"…Alright, of course that's no problem."

Herbert steadied himself, trying to regain control of the situation, and asked back: "But can you dance?"

That was a big question.

If you can't even dance, how am I supposed to dance with you?

"I can't."

Valentina answered matter-of-factly, broke free from Herbert's embrace, lit a ball of flame in her hand, casually tossed it onto the brazier deep in the cave, and ignited the firewood inside that had apparently been sitting there dried out for who knows how long.

Boom.

The flames drove back the darkness, making Valentina's eyes shine even brighter.

Brilliant as fire.

Fiery as fire.

Blazing as fire.

Looking at those beautiful eyes brimming with intense emotion, Herbert was momentarily dazed.

Valentina, pleased at his expression, smiled smugly, placed her hands into his palms, and huffed: "You teach me."

"I…"

Coming back to his senses, Herbert blinked, shook his head with a rueful chuckle, and nodded gently:

"Alright, I'll teach you."

"Let me make this clear first—I'm very strict! If you can't learn, I'll criticize you harshly."

"Hmph!"

The two stared at each other in silence, then smiled at the same time.

In the pitch-black night.

Inside a cave lit by firelight, a holy knight bathed in blood hummed a melodious dance tune, drawing closer to a black-clad nun.

Valentina's footwork went from awkward at the start, to gradually skilled, and finally to adept.

As expected of a legendary powerhouse—in just a few minutes, Valentina had mastered all the dance techniques!

She not only easily matched Herbert's rhythm, but then… even began to take the initiative!!!

Under the brazier's glow, the two enlarged shadows were cast onto the cave wall.

Dancing gracefully, drawing close, then suddenly parting…

Their shadows entwined, leaping across the wall, crossing together…

Until the woman's shadow slammed the man's shadow against the wall.

Thud!!!

"Um, uh, err…"

The wall-slapped Herbert blinked and asked uncertainly: "Excuse me, my dear Miss Valentina, what are you trying to do?"

And the dragon Young Lady, who had him pinned firmly against the wall, gazed with determination and said in a resolute tone: "I'm going to eat you up!"

"I don't want someone else to eat you up first!"

Eat up…

Herbert certainly wouldn't think she was so hungry she wanted to devour him raw—she'd only just eaten not long ago.

Then since it wasn't literal eating, only one other meaning of "eat up" remained.

As is conventional in many stories, dragons in the Fantasy World possess remarkably free aesthetics and the ability to crossbreed.

They can produce offspring with almost any creature, leaving behind a vast number of dragon-blooded beings—various kinds of land dragons.

A dragon scholar once said: a dragon's life has only two states—hunger and thirst.

And as the saying goes, when one is well-fed and warm, lustful thoughts arise.

Quite coincidentally… right now, Valentina was already full.

Gulp.

Herbert swallowed, cleared his throat dryly, and said: "Here isn't quite appropriate, is it? Wendy's still here."

It wasn't that he didn't want to engage in intense combat with Valentina, but the timing and setting just didn't seem right.

Wendy was still over there watching!

Remember?

What I said earlier—as long as you still remember her, she hasn't disappeared…

But Valentina shook her head, then slowly but resolutely drew closer to Herbert, gently licking his ear.

She nibbled Herbert's ear and whispered softly:

"Wendy will definitely be happy for me."

And then, Herbert's psychological defenses... finally collapsed completely.

"Since you put it that way, bring it on."

"Also, I want to make one thing clear!"

He and his last stubbornness let him speak his final words:

"It's not that you eat me... it's me, who will eat you!"

"It's me mmm—"

After seeing this part, I went back and re-read the dance movement description once more... I'm really a genius.

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(End of chapter)