Chapter 19: Oh, What a Coincidence! You’re at the Hot Springs Too?

This lifetime’s name was Fiora Esdragon—the strongest, meanest king of the Ice Dragon Clan.

After being single for nearly a goddamn century, she had finally gotten a moment of well-earned happiness.

Aah! Fiora, you filthy little genius!
You really had the balls to bathe with a girl!
There’s no one more obscenely bold than you in the entire damn world!

Fiora soaked in the hot spring, her face burning like a kettle left too long on the fire. She kept her head down, sneaking glances at the blonde beauty beside her.

She honestly didn’t know what kind of lunatic courage had possessed her to bathe naked with a girl like Vivian.

“…Holy shit… it can float?” Fiora whispered, eyes wide in disbelief.

She looked down at her own chest and felt despair sink in.

She was already past the age of development—converted to human years, her chest was doomed to be a flat-ass wasteland for life.

Whatever… that’s not the point right now.
The point is—fufufu—I’m getting some top-tier fan service from a drop-dead gorgeous girl!

The fact that she could still get turned on by a bombshell like Vivian reassured Fiora that her sexual orientation was working just fine.

There was no way in hell she’d ever be into some dude. Especially him.

That bastard. That sadistic, dead-eyed, S-class freak, girl-hating, lolicon bastard—Leon!

So, when she thought back to the moment in front of the fortune-teller’s house—when Leon had cornered her and her heart started pounding—it was definitely just nerves.

It couldn’t have been shy anticipation.

No f*cking way.

Just as Fiora was mentally tearing Leon to shreds, Vivian suddenly asked, “Fiora, what do you think my brother’s good points are?”

“You mean Leon?”

Vivian nodded.

Fiora’s first reaction was: What the hell kind of “good points” does a perverted freak like him even have?!

Still, she figured badmouthing him in front of his sister probably wasn’t the smartest move.

After weighing her options, she forced herself to blurt out some bullshit.

“Well… Leon’s pretty good-looking.”

“Mhm, that’s true. His appearance is very eye-catching.”

“And he’s… reliable, I guess. He does protect people.”

“Brother really does stand his ground in a crisis.”

“And sometimes he’s surprisingly assertive… like, he knows how to take charge.”

Fiora kept spewing lies like a damn con artist, and even she was impressed.

Holy shit, I’m on a roll. Since when was I this good at lying?

For someone with social anxiety, this level of smooth-talking was practically divine intervention.

“I think you nailed it, Fiora,” Vivian said brightly. “Those are pretty much the things I thought too.”

Then she leaned in and asked seriously, “Just to make absolutely sure—you won’t fall for my brother, right?”

“Of course, of course…” Fiora replied, eyes darting everywhere except at Vivian. “I only became a s*ave because of him.”

“I’m not a masochist. Why the f*ck would I fall for a guy like him?”

“I think I’ve been soaking too long…”

Vivian suddenly stood up, water cascading down her flawless body like a damn shampoo commercial.

Fiora, already red as a beet, whipped her gaze down to the water, heart pounding like a drumline.

But in the reflection, she saw something off.

Vivian’s entire body had gone flushed and wobbly. Her legs were shaking, and her eyes… her eyes were locked on Fiora like a damn predator in heat.

Wait, wait, wait—this isn’t right! This totally looks like I’m about to get f*cking pounced on!

“W-Wait! I’m not mentally ready for this shit!”

Just soaking with Vivian was already enough to push her into nosebleed territory. If things went even one step further, she’d probably die from pure, uncontrollable bliss.

Fiora scrambled backward in a panic, covering her face, and slipped like an idiot straight into the water with a loud splash.

“Fiora, are you dizzy too?” Vivian asked, her tone breezy as she stepped out. “I’ll go cool off first.”

She wrapped herself in a towel, opened the door, and left the bathhouse.

Glug, glug, glug…

Fiora choked hard, gulping down hot spring water. She flailed in a frenzy and grabbed something for support.

She sat back up, dazed and wheezing.

“…Huh? What the hell is this?”

Something felt wrong.

Like, seriously wrong.

Her back wasn’t touching a wall, but something solid and warm. Like a person.

Oh, f*ck no. Don’t tell me—

“Mmph—!”

A strong hand clamped over her mouth.

Fiora’s survival instincts kicked in. She tried to bolt—but invisible arms caught her mid-sprint and slammed her down.

She was trapped.

Like prey in the claws of something inhuman.

The strength pressing down on her was way beyond normal. Her limbs trembled violently.

Her mind went blank. She didn’t even have time to scream.

“L-Leon… save me…”

It was a pathetic whisper, barely audible—but it slipped out, like a reflex. She hadn’t even meant to call his name.

Then the pressure suddenly eased. The invisible person froze.

“…Fiora, did you just call for me?”

A familiar voice echoed right beside her ear.

She turned her head.

And saw him.

Leon.

At first, relief surged in her chest—until her eyes properly registered what she was seeing.

He was completely f*cking naked.

The same bastard who had just grabbed her like a maniac was actually Leon.

He had snuck into a female-only hot spring without a shred of shame.

He. Was. Nude.

Fiora’s brain shut down.

What kind of twisted, shameless monster did something like this?!

Leon blinked innocently and said, “Fiora, what a coincidence—you’re here at the hot springs too?”

“You disgusting, perverted son of a b*tch!”

Fiora, shaking with rage, hurled a slap straight at him—

And he dodged it.

The bastard dodged.

Her hand swished through empty air.

Fiora stood there frozen, tears of frustration threatening to fall.

She had never felt so violated, humiliated, or goddamn pissed in her entire life.