Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress-Chapter 463 285 Ah, it’s over, the Evil Dragon has defiled the Succubus Princess

Incorporating the art of enchantment into every move and smile, succubi in her tribe mostly knew this and tried to meld the charm into their beings.

To achieve this, they needed to be consciously aware of their behavior in everyday interactions with their kin.

It was so difficult.

If one couldn't act "as they pleased," they appeared stiff and unnatural in front of the opposite sex, even affected.

In that case, it was better to just use the charm directly.

Princess Meredith had mastered this; she no longer needed to cast spells of enchantment. Now, her every gesture was laced with allure.

Adding to her natural seductive bone structure, she also possessed the "peach blossom eyes" Lance spoke of. Without making any effort, just by being around Lance, she probably stirred his desires.

She's finally caught on, that girl.

When she first interacted with Lance, she wasn't like this. Back then, she constantly used charms, trying on all sorts of ridiculous outfits just to submit Lance to her will.

And then there was that one time... when Lance called her a monkey...

That set Meredith off; she didn't need any charm, she just found a Wolf Fang Club from who knows where and chased Lance with it.

To describe the naturally seductive, peach blossom-eyed Meredith as a monkey was an insult to succubi everywhere.

No succubus could stand for it.

She remembered not long after, Lance personally taught her how to use the art of charm. At that time, she thought, what would an ugly Black Magic Dragonfolk know about allure?

However, not much later, she realized Meredith's understanding of the charm had exponentially improved.

Now, over two thousand years later, Meredith had met Lance again, and she was a bit excited.

She wanted to know if Lance... could still ignore Meredith's beauty.

Lance once said "girls change drastically as they grow."

But Meredith's transformations were far from just eighteen simple changes.

Over two thousand years, her figure, beauty, demeanor, and gaze had all undergone earth-shattering changes.

In fact, she always felt that Princess Meredith had the qualifications to become the Demon Emperor.

With a natural allure and a pair of peach blossom eyes that even dogs would find affectionate.

As long as she wished, many powerful individuals would be willing to follow her, to serve her.

There were many followers of Meredith in the Royal City.

Those powerhouses had merely seen Meredith and were captivated, becoming her followers.

The more Meredith refused to acknowledge them, the crazier they became in their defense of her.

Among them were strong individuals from different races.

Meredith was truly annoyed, as a princess of the Succubus race, only Lance dared to be so brazen and look at her with disdain.

Hitting her on the head was also something only Lance dared to do.

Was he still treating her like the easily bullied Succubus Princess from over two thousand years ago?

"Have the guts to not dodge?"

"Uh uh... have the guts to let go of my hands?"

Damn it!

I bit my tongue.

Suddenly, Lance grabbed her hands, she lost her balance, and bumped against Lance's body.

Her face hurt, her mouth hurt... and her usually-prided figure was also aching.

This guy's body was too hard.

But the aura emanating from this guy's body... it smelled really nice.

Lance quickly stepped back, sensing the unusual closeness; wearing such thin clothes, daring to grapple with him so intimately, she must not know what this kind of action might provoke.

Fortunately, Meredith hadn't done it intentionally, purely out of a misstep.

And luckily, he could still control his own desires.

To tease a mature Giant Dragon was to court self-destruction.

"Stop messing around, or what happens next... I won't be responsible for."

"Not responsible?"

Meredith, whose hands were caught by Lance, laughed. An unsociable Black Magic Dragonfolk, one that refused intimacy with the opposite sex, one that only knew how to beat up abyssal princesses, one that only knew how to give princesses suplexes.

A Black Magic Dragonfolk who, at the very least, had been single for over two thousand five hundred years—how would he deal with her if she continued to provocatively?

Give her a suplex?

"What do you mean by not responsible?"

Meredith stopped struggling, she even deliberately took a small step forward, closing in on Lance, coiling her long tail around Lance's left arm, occasionally using her tail tip to gently poke his armpit.

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"I am not just causing trouble; I'm teasing you in front of all these Demon Race members, what can you do to me?"

Lance didn't speak; he just looked at Meredith with a half-smiling gaze, and at this moment, he wasn't restraining his desires.

Meredith continued to provocatively challenge Lance, seeing him just look at her with a half-smile, she tiptoed up, exhaled like an orchid, and whispered, "No one understands you better than me, you never let yourself be controlled by anger or desire.

You can't scare me, even if I tease you, take the initiative to get close to you, all you can do is be passive... passively defend... defend..."

Huh?

What's happening?

Why has the aura coming off Lance changed?

And his gaze as well.

The depths of his golden-red vertical pupils seemed to have a flame burning within, growing more intense and fiery.

Lance's presence was also becoming increasingly hot, and she sensed... a peculiar scent emanating from Lance.

This scent was domineering, full of aggressiveness.

Much like the way Lance was looking at her at that moment.

The look in Lance's eyes made her feel like he was regarding her as prey, admiring the prey, playing with the prey.