100: Chapter 100 Wan'er is Jealous: Husband, are you attracted to her horns?

The flying boat cut through the vast sky, leaving a pitch-black trail beneath the dark red firmament of the Demon Realm.

On the deck, the sea wind whistled.

Long Aoxue was tied tightly to a thick mast. Her silver scale-mail battle skirt, constricted by the Immortal-Binding Rope, outlined breathtaking curves.

At this moment, the noble Dragon Princess's face was flushed crimson, her body as stiff as a rock.

For Xu Chen was standing right in front of her, his face so close that she could even feel his breath brushing against her neck.

"Don't... don't come any closer..."

Long Aoxue grit her teeth, her voice trembling slightly.

The shame of the spanking she had just received hadn't faded yet, and now this man was staring at her with a look as if he were eyeing "rare ingredients," making her feel entirely uncomfortable.

"Don't move, let me have a look-see."

Xu Chen ignored her protests entirely, reaching out to gently grasp the pair of crystal-clear, dainty dragon horns on either side of her forehead.

They felt as warm and smooth as jade to the touch, carrying a faint hint of heat.

"Hmm... the feel is indeed quite nice."

As if he had discovered a new continent, Xu Chen's fingers gently stroked the base of the dragon horns.

"Ugh!"

Long Aoxue's eyes widened suddenly, and an extremely suppressed low moan escaped her throat. Her originally cold and elegant face instantly turned as red as a cooked shrimp, and even a layer of mist welled up in her silver eyes.

Dragon horns were the most sensitive and noble part of the True Dragon race. Aside from one's closest kin, it was a capital offense for an outsider to touch them.

What's more, this man wasn't just touching them; he was actually... playing with them!

That tingling sensation, like an electric current coursing through her body, made her legs go weak. If she hadn't been tied up, she would have likely collapsed to the ground long ago.

"St-stop! You can't... touch there!"

Driven to the brink of shame and indignation, Long Aoxue tried desperately to turn her head away to avoid Xu Chen's hand, but it was to no avail.

"What do you mean I can't touch them?"

Xu Chen talked nonsense with a serious face.

"I'm checking your bloodline purity. I've heard that the clearer the patterns on the dragon horns, the more atavistic the bloodline. I need to confirm if you're worth that ransom price."

As he spoke, his fingers brushed seemingly inadvertently across the tips of the dragon horns.

"Ah..."

Long Aoxue's body trembled, and she squeezed her eyes shut, a physiological tear even being forced from the corner of her eye.

This was too much dragon-bullying!

This human was simply a demon!

However...

Just as Xu Chen was having the time of his life...

A faint voice suddenly came from behind him, carrying a heavy scent of jealousy, sharper than the aged vinegar of the Demon Realm.

"Husband, are her horns... really that nice to touch?"

Xu Chen's hand froze.

He slowly turned around to see Nangong Waner standing a few steps away, cradling her ancient sword.

Her eyes, usually clear and bright, were now fixed intently on the hand Xu Chen had just used to touch the dragon horns.

Then, her gaze drifted uncontrollably toward Long Aoxue's magnificent bosom, which seemed ready to burst forth from the constriction of the ropes, before she finally looked down at her own flat... or rather, slightly modest chest.

An unprecedented sense of defeat and crisis was written all over her small face.

"Waner, let me explain."

Xu Chen withdrew his hand with extreme naturalness, his expression switching in an instant from "cynical" to "deeply affectionate."

"I'm really just researching ingredients... ah, no, I mean, conducting academic research."

"Academic research?"

Nangong Waner pursed her lips, clearly unconvinced.

She took a step forward and pointed at Long Aoxue's exaggerated S-curve, her tone filled with grievance.

"Does Husband think that an enchantress like her... with such a strange appearance and ridiculously oversized parts, is more interesting than Waner?"

"Do you think Waner, who only knows how to practice the sword and has such an... average figure, is boring?"

By the end, her voice carried a hint of a sob.

It was no wonder.

Among the sisters at home, Su Qingge was a Saintess with an ethereal temperament; Luo Hongyi was a demoness with a fiery figure; and even the master who had just joined the household still possessed lingering charm.

Only she, despite being called a kendo genius, felt a deep sense of helplessness in this pure competition of "feminine charm" against the dragon girl before her, who possessed racial talents.

"Silly girl."

Seeing her get so caught up in her own head, Xu Chen felt both amused and pained for her.

Instead of further excuses, he stepped forward, opened his arms, and pulled the jealous little sword immortal tightly into his embrace.

"Who said your figure is average?"

Xu Chen lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers, his voice so tender it could melt.

"In my eyes, every inch of your skin, every line of your body, is the most perfect masterpiece in this world. That is the firmness and strength honed from years of holding a sword—it's a heroic aura that belongs only to you."

"As for being big..."

Xu Chen glanced at Long Aoxue, who was still panting in shame and indignation, and whispered with a chuckle into Waner's ear:

"What's so good about those burdens? They make walking a chore and even make your center of gravity unstable during a fight."

"I like yours just the way they are—a handful is just right."

"Re... really?"

Nangong Waner looked up, her cheeks flushed crimson. Much of the lack of self-confidence in her eyes had dissipated, replaced by a hint of shy joy.

Although the phrase "a handful" sounded a bit rogue-ish, why did it sound so pleasant coming from her husband's mouth?

"Truer than pure gold."

Xu Chen gave her a peck on the lips, his gaze firm.

"Besides, you are my wife, the Young Mistress of my Xu Family. What is she? Merely a prisoner who hasn't paid her ransom yet."

"No matter how good her figure is, she's nothing more than an ornament used to warm the bed... ahem, to stabilize the ship."

"Why are you getting jealous over an ornament?"

These words not only soothed Nangong Waner but also took a harsh jab at Long Aoxue.

"Husband is right!"

Nangong Waner instantly broke into a smile through her tears, the gloom in her heart swept away.

She gave Long Aoxue, who was tied to the mast, a provocative look and even deliberately puffed out her chest as if asserting her sovereignty.

"As long as Husband likes it."

"As for this one... humph, she's a demon after all; she just looks indecent."

"You two..."

To the side, Long Aoxue felt like her lungs were about to burst with rage as she listened to the two of them talking as if no one else were there.

What do you mean by burdens?

What do you mean by ornament?

What do you mean by looking indecent?!

These were the assets the Dragon race was proud of! They were talents that countless demon races could only dream of! How did they become flaws in the mouths of these two humans?

"Enough!"

Long Aoxue finally reached her limit and let out an angry roar.

"Kill me or skin me, do as you please!"

"Can you stop being so disgusting in front of me?!"

"I am a prisoner, not here to watch you two show off your affection!"

This shout finally burst the pink bubbles between the two.

Xu Chen released Waner from his embrace, helped her tidy the stray hairs at her temples, and then turned around. The tenderness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold indifference and insight that made Long Aoxue's heart skip a beat.

"Since the Princess doesn't want to watch the show, let's talk business."

Xu Chen walked to the mast, pulled over a chair and sat down, crossing his legs. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing straight into Long Aoxue's eyes.

"When I was checking your dragon horns just now, I found that while your bloodline is pure, your aura is extremely chaotic, clearly indicating that you've been in a state of anxiety and combat for a long time."

"Furthermore..."

Xu Chen leaned forward slightly, his presence full of pressure.

"As the dignified Dragon Princess, not only do you not have a single guard by your side, but you even went so far as to leave the Dragon Palace to personally hunt down a quasi-Saint level Crimson Flame Dragon."

"Does this Crimson Flame Dragon possess something you must have? Or rather... resources that can help you turn the tables?"

Long Aoxue's pupils constricted suddenly.

She stared fixedly at Xu Chen, her lips tightly pursed, her originally angry expression gradually replaced by a look of shock.

This human...

Just from a few clues, he had actually seen through her situation?

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Long Aoxue turned her head away, trying to hide the panic in her eyes.

"You don't know?"

Xu Chen chuckled, his gaze becoming even more playful.

"If the Dragon race were stable internally, you, as the Princess, should be in the Dragon Palace enjoying the worship of ten thousand demons right now, instead of being out here scavenging for resources like a stray dog."

"It seems your position... is no longer secure, is it?"

"Let me guess: is someone trying to usurp the throne while the Old Dragon King is in seclusion or has fallen? And you, the Princess, have become a thorn in their side?"

"Shut up!"

Her secrets exposed, Long Aoxue's body trembled violently, and a flash of deep despair and resentment crossed her eyes.

"I have nothing to say!"

"Quite stubborn, aren't you?"

Xu Chen wasn't annoyed either; he simply pulled a pill emitting an enticing fragrance from his robe and tossed it lightly in his hand.

"I was going to say that if you cooperated, I might consider giving you a hand."

"After all, my family happens to be short of a few medicinal ingredients that only the Dragon race possesses."

"But since you're unwilling to talk..."

Xu Chen stood up and made a move to leave, his voice drifting back airily:

"Then I'll just have to sell you to your rivals. I imagine they'd be quite happy to pay a high price for the head of a 'former' Princess like you."

"You..."

These words became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

If she fell into the hands of those traitors, her fate would surely be more miserable than death!

"Wait!"

Just as Xu Chen was about to turn away, Long Aoxue finally broke. She lowered her noble head and spoke in a raspy voice:

"I'll talk!"