The Dragon King’s Harem System

Chapter 280. Contracted Marriage

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 280. Contracted Marriage 

With a subtle flick of my telekinetic power, I effortlessly pushed open the heavy door and stepped out of the throne hall. My annoyance creased my forehead.

I ran my thumb along the side of my lips, erasing a stray droplet of saliva that had formed in my distaste.

I surveyed the scene before me. My eyes locked on General Guillotine and the orc prince.

Before General Guillotine could utter a single word to explain the situation, Burz's voice spoke.

"What happened to my sister? Is she all right?" Burz's frustration was clear as he struggled to regain his footing.

A mischievous smirk curled at the corners of my lips. "Your sister? Oh, she's perfectly fine," I replied with a hint of amusement in my voice. "Just a little tired, you know? I may have utilized my half-dragon form during our consummate."

Burz felt a chill creep down his spine. Burz lunged forward, attempting to push past me and rush into the hall where his sister was held captive. However, I swiftly extended my hand to the side, effectively blocking his path, my gaze fixated ahead.

"Remember, you have one hour," I reminded him coolly, my voice commanding. "After that, we shall settle our agreement." 

Without giving him another glance, I slowly lowered my hand, silently signaling Burz to proceed into the room, all the while calling out for his sister's presence.

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Letting out a slow, deliberate breath, I approached Evelina. With a casual air, I extended my hand towards her. "Care to join me for a little walk?" I inquired.

Evelina's eyes darted momentarily towards the grand entrance of the throne hall. I knew her mind still filled with worries and uncertainties. But then, as if making a decision, she shifted her gaze towards me and nodded, her hand seamlessly finding its place within mine.

I directed my attention towards the dragon general who stood faithfully nearby. "Make sure to handle the rest, Guillotine," I commanded, my voice laced with authority.

Guillotine responded with a deep, respectful bow.

Burz wasted no time. He went to Glasha. She was sitting upon the ornate chair, her body concealed by a makeshift curtain. 

The dragon king's bride tattoo adorned her neck. Despite her appearance, Glasha's warrior spirit remained unbroken.

Burz approached her cautiously. He longed to ensure her well-being. "Glasha, are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Glasha's response was devoid of emotion. "I'm fine, Burz," she replied. It was evident that she had endured a great deal.

Burz leaned in closer, his hand gently grasping her shoulder. "Tell me the truth, Glasha. Did he...did he tear you apart in his dragon form?" His voice trembled.

Glasha answered with silence. With a blush creeping up her cheeks, she averted her gaze from Burz, as if seeking solace in the shadows. It pained her to admit the truth, even to someone as close to her as Burz.

The undeniable reality was that she had experienced a bewildering mix of pleasure and pain under the dragon king's touch. It was a confession that clashed with societal norms and her own conflicted emotions.

Yet, beneath it, an unexpected admiration had taken root within Glasha's heart. She admired the dragon king's dominance. He had played the role of a dominant partner, exerting control over her, but without any intention of inflicting harm. It was a delicate balance, one that sought obedience rather than destruction.

"He did," she finally spoke. "But you must understand, his 'size' was not that of a true dragon's." Her words trailed off. It had indeed caused her pain, but it had not been intended to inflict wounds or bring her to the brink of death.

Burz furrowed his brow, his frown deepening. He struggled to piece together the information. “So he just---” Before he could voice his confusion, Glasha interjected.

"Yes," she affirmed, her voice steady and resolute. "It was just a normal consummation, nothing more."

But then, Glasha's next words halted his thoughts in their tracks. "A contracted marriage, to be precise," she stated matter-of-factly.

Glasha took a deep breath. "We are only doing this to secure peace," she asserted.

She knew this so well, but strangely… Why did she feel sad about it?

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