"Cough..." Judas choked on his own spit.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Nyx's head snapped toward them. The glowing runes in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, reptilian glare. The intense focus she had applied to the laws of the universe was now directed entirely at the wolf girl.

Slowly, the Dragon looked down at her own chest. She stared at it for a long moment, then looked back at Nina.

"Impossible," Nyx stated. Her voice was flat, but the temperature in the immediate vicinity seemed to drop ten degrees. "It's not that mine is smaller; yours is sagging."

"Wha—!"

Judas moved instantly. He grabbed Nina by the shoulders and yanked her behind him, shielding her from the woman who could vaporize a mountain with a sneeze.

"That's the dragon," he hissed into Nina's ear.

The effect was instantaneous.

Nina froze. Her body went rigid against his back. The wolf ears on top of her head, which had been perked up in agitation, slammed flat against her skull.

"The... the what?" she squeaked.

"That is Nyx," Judas whispered urgently. "The Dragon of the North. She is my contracted Mo—partner now."

A whimper escaped Nina's throat. She peeked out from behind Judas's arm, her eyes wide with absolute terror. She had just insulted the breast size of a legendary calamitous beast.

"I... I didn't..." Nina stammered, her face draining of color.

Nyx simply stared at them. Her expression remained impassive, though there was a slight twitch in her left eyebrow. She didn't unleash her aura. She just watched them with a look that suggested they were insects behaving oddly.

"Where are the others?" Judas asked loudly, trying to break the tension before Nina passed out from fear.

He gripped the wolf girl's arm and began steering her toward the distant structures. "Let's go see them. Right now."

"Y-yes," Nina agreed, her voice trembling. "The house. They are in the house."

She didn't look back. She practically dragged Judas away, desperate to put distance between herself and the naked woman.

Nyx watched them go, her gaze lingering on Nina's retreating form before she scoffed softly and turned back to her study of the surroundings.

Judas let Nina lead him to the wooden cabin they had constructed. It was a simple structure, built from the timber they had collected in their adventure.

"Inside," Nina whispered, still looking over her shoulder as if expecting a dragon's maw to snap her up. "They are reading."

Judas pushed the door open.

The interior was warm, lit by the soft glow of fire. On the large rug in the center of the room, the other girls were sprawled out comfortably.

They were completely engrossed.

In his last visit to a city, Judas had spent a few system points on entertainment. He had bought a stack of simple storybooks—romances, heroic tales, and fables intended for commoners. He hadn't thought much of it, just something to pass the time.

He never expected them to be this popular.

Summer was lying on her stomach, kicking her feet in the air as she devoured a page. Ezra was leaning against the wall, mouthing the words silently as she read. They didn't even notice the door opening.

"The prince actually died?" Summer muttered, turning a page frantically. "No, that can't be right."

"He comes back in the next chapter, idiot," Luna replied without looking up. Ezra was the silent one, as her book was that of a warrior.

Judas smiled. The domesticity of the scene washed away the tension of the last few days.

He stepped inside, letting the door click shut.

At the sound of the latch, heads snapped up. Books were lowered. Eyes widened.

"Husband?"

He didn't waste time with words, as he removed all his clothes. The relief and surprise in their eyes turned strange at his actions.

"Wait... let's talk—" Ezra tried.

"Of course, we can talk through the action."

He crossed the room in two strides, pulling the collar of Nina and pushing her softly against the bed. He dove onto the pile of warm bodies.

Squeals of surprise turned into laughter, which quickly melted into softer, more breathless sounds. The books were discarded, forgotten on the floor as the reunion became physical.

Outside, the air remained still.

Nyx stood alone in the field of golden crops.

'No spatial coordinates,' she observed. She had planned to break the contract if she could find the coordinates of this space, then simply turn that human into a slave.

She had thought it was a loophole in the contract that absolutely favoured that human: the clause 'one party can't hurt and kill the other party.' Because there were countless ways to make one a slave without hurting them.

'It seems he is confident enough to know I can't coordinate this space.'

She frowned, red runes flashing in her pupils. She tried to trace the source of the energy, to find the "core" of this world, but every time she reached for it, the laws slipped through her mental grasp like water.

It was frustrating.

She was a Dragon of Laws. Laws were her birthright. There shouldn't be anything she couldn't understand.

A sound interrupted her train of thought.

It was faint, coming from the wooden cabin a short distance away. A rhythmic thumping against the wall.

Then came voices.

High-pitched, breathless moans that carried clearly through the quiet air.

Nyx paused. The runes in her eyes faded.

She tilted her head, her enhanced hearing picking up every detail. The rustling of fabric. The skin-on-skin impact. The heavy, ragged breathing of the male and the harmonizing cries of the females.

"They are mating," she said aloud to the empty field.

It was a statement of fact. Clinical. Unemotional.

She stared at the wooden house for a moment longer. The sounds increased in tempo.

"Interesting," she muttered without moving away. "Those women acted as though they were pushing him away, but they are willingly inviting him in." She nodded. "They looked to be in pain. But enjoying it."

Her hand lowered slowly. Her gaze drifted down.

Nyx looked at her own chest. Doubts appeared on her face.

She lifted a hand and poked her left breast. It was firm, perfectly shaped, but...

The wolf girl's words echoed in her mind. 'Not nearly as big as Summer's... flat.'

Nyx frowned. She squeezed the flesh experimentally.

"Is it really small?" she whispered.

She looked back at the cabin, where the sounds of enjoyment were reaching a crescendo.

With a thought, the cabin blocking her view became transparent in her eyes. Her gaze wandered onto the breasts of the four women getting ravaged by that human.

A strange, unfamiliar spike of irritation pricked at her pride.

"Ridiculous," she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, inadvertently pushing them up slightly. "Quality over quantity. Stupid dog."

She sat down in the grass, legs crossed, and glared at the horizon.

But every time a moan drifted from the house, her eyes darted down to her chest, and her frown deepened just a fraction more.

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