Pirate Kingship-Chapter 638 - 450: Dragon Knight and Her Mount (7200 Merged into One)_4

Just as Catherine finished tidying up, Byron and Violet emerged hand-in-hand from the vortex, appearing before her.

Looking up at Catherine, Byron flashed a wide smile. "We left *The Golden Deer* behind—it still has two days of sailing—and rushed back ahead of schedule. Sister, did you miss me? Surprise, huh? Hmm? What were you just doing?"

With his sharp eyes, Byron immediately noticed his sister's flushed face as she frantically tried to hide something. A corner of emerald green sheer fabric peeked out from the shoulder of her disheveled nightgown. Two piles of dresses also lay in the bedroom. It seemed she had just been changing clothes?

Noticing his gaze, Catherine quickly clutched her nightgown, covering the undergarment beneath. Hands on her hips, she snapped at him, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen it before?"

Yet, despite her stern facade, she was clearly flustered. Her eyes darted about, subconsciously glancing towards the clothes and the box beside her. To Byron and Violet, this expression irresistibly brought to mind the adorable image of an Evil Dragon roaring, 'RAWR~.'

Violet, who had long known what Catherine bought while keeping Byron in the dark, had already guessed what she was up to. Choosing not to expose her, Violet suppressed a laugh and picked up her own pile of dresses. She headed straight for the bedroom door, then turned back as she opened it, winking playfully at Catherine. "I'm returning this little brother to you. I'll sleep next door, so try to keep it down tonight, you two."

Catherine's jade-white cheeks visibly flushed crimson again. She stammered, "Huh? Isn't it Monday today? According to the schedule, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are your days. Perhaps I... I should wait until tomorrow. Or maybe you could stay and help... help me? Please?"

Catherine was clearly more timid than Violet. Despite steeling her nerves for over half a month, she faltered at the critical moment, stuttering as she sought moral support from her dear sister.

But Violet waved her hand magnanimously. "Don't be so formal with me; we're good sisters, after all. I've had him to myself for a whole month. Today, I'll let you have your turn early. You can give him back the day after tomorrow."

As she exited, she didn't forget to give a thumbs-up, grinning like a true Little Witch. "Catherine, I've already 'tested' him for you many times. To be honest, your brother is quite something! Delicious!"

BANG!

The bedroom door slammed shut, leaving the siblings alone, facing each other.

Violet was indeed a divine wingwoman. She had set the mood perfectly; doing nothing now would feel wrong. Today also marked the first time they were alone together since acknowledging their feelings for each other. It was the first time Byron saw the Catherine before him from this new perspective.

Her skin was snow-white, her lips a flaming red. She was breathtakingly beautiful, especially with those incredibly long legs beneath the hem of her nightgown, which seemed impossible to fully conceal. Her toenails, painted rosy red and peeking from her open-toed heels, looked like sweet cherries, nervously curling and then stretching out.

They stood so close their breaths mingled. The intoxicating scent of roses soothed Byron's racing heart.

Catherine also looked up at Byron. Handsome and tall, imposingly gallant, his perfect physique matched every girl's dream of Prince Charming. Without her realizing it, the little boy who used to chase after her had grown into a man capable of supporting a family, even leading a nation. Others called her the [Mithril Dragon], but only she knew that at least eighty percent of the credit for that title belonged to Byron. Without him, they would not have all that they possessed now.

A faint mist clouded her eyes, her gaze becoming a little hazy. She stepped forward, hugged him tightly, and whispered softly, "Welcome home, Byron."

Then, she murmured in his ear, "Byron, did you know? When we first reunited, I actually just wanted to use the Grenville family fortune to take care of you. And maybe have a few children with you, so our family could live a peaceful life together. You wouldn't have had to do anything, just call out every day: 'Sugar mommy, dinnertime, I'm hungry!' That would have been enough. That you've achieved so much is something I never even dared to dream. You are your sister's pride. You must be hungry, rushing back like this? I... uh... down below..."

But Byron swiftly turned the embrace around, holding her close and breathing hotly into her ear, "Tsk, as if I don't know you. When do you ever say such sentimental things? You must be so nervous your palms and soles are sweating, right? Well, if you're nervous, I'm certainly not. I am indeed hungry, but right now, I only want to eat... you!"

Then, he bit down on her fair, slender swan-like neck.

"MMH!"

Catherine's lake-green eyes widened abruptly. A soft sound escaped her nose, her pale toes instantly tensed ramrod straight, and her slippers fell listlessly to the floor.

The Night Demon's bite not only served for feeding but also directly injected a massive amount of 'pleasure,' making their 'prey' unable to resist.

Catherine, her ploy mercilessly exposed by Byron, clenched her small fists and lightly struck his chest twice. "You fiend! You're actually... really eating."

Byron feigned ignorance. After a good while, he finally released her, his voice tinged with amusement, "Didn't you invite me to eat? If not like this, then how? Teach me, Sister?"

As soon as his voice faded, the beautiful girl in his arms began to transform dramatically. Her lake-green eyes transformed into golden, slitted dragon pupils. Two translucent, golden Dragon Horns sprouted from her fair forehead, and her brilliant golden hair flowed as if in an unfelt wind. Shiny silver Dragon Scales appeared on her cheeks, shoulder blades, and thighs. A thick, silver dragon tail burst through her nightgown from behind. The gaps in her bright silver Dragon Scale armor revealed large patches of her fair skin: her slender yet strong waist, her diamond-shaped navel, and even the defined curves of her abdominal muscles. Half-human, half-dragon, she possessed a strange, alternative beauty.

She had instantly transformed into her Mithril Dragon Lady form—more precisely, a Third Order half-dragon whose actual power, amplified by the law, reached the Fourth Order.

The underthings she hadn't had time to remove were now in plain sight, causing Byron's eyes to flash as a warmth spread through his nostrils.

Seeing no way to hide, Catherine decided to throw caution to the wind, huffing, "You think I dressed like this to please you? Yes, you guessed right. However, your sister will always be your sister. Now, lie down obediently. Tonight, you are the mount!"

She tensed, intending to overpower Byron and pin him down, to do as she pleased just as she had bullied her younger brother for the past dozen years.

Byron's two non-human Queens were indeed like experienced older sisters; even their opening gambits were identical—to flip the script and become the rider.

"'Dream on! The last time Violet easily dominated me with her Whale Girl form was because I hadn't yet transformed into a Mythical Creature. If I'm suppressed by your Dragon Lady form this time, wouldn't my Night Demon Prince's mythical form have been upgraded for nothing?'"

Byron, well-prepared, partially unleashed his own mythical form—Myriad Transformations, manifesting as the '∞'—then shifted into the same draconic humanoid form as Catherine. Only, his scales were a brilliant gold.

"ROAR—!"

BOOM!

The lights went out, and the entire Governor's Mansion shook violently.

The two dragons began to wrestle. Whoever won would earn the right to be the true 'Dragon Knight'; whoever lost would be tonight's 'mount.'

Suddenly, Catherine exclaimed, "HISS! No, that's not my little Byron. We bathed together when we were kids; I've seen his little... peck... many times with my own eyes."

Before Catherine could continue, Byron covered her mouth. "'ENOUGH! You audacious little dragoness! How dare you speak so brazenly? I'll have you taste my... five-meter-long Dragon Rider Spear's Spearpoint Fang! Take this!'"

"Spare me—!"

That sense of over-familiarity between childhood friends had already vanished. From now on, there would only be endless novelty, a process that would take a very, very long time. But that was no matter; with their long lifespans, they had plenty of time to slowly explore it.

However, the two Giant Dragons, engrossed in reacquainting themselves with each other's lengths and depths, failed to notice the rhythmic seismic waves gradually spreading out from their Governor's Mansion.