Surprisingly enough, Roy didn’t feel disgusted with the Formless Siren.
Although she threw herself at him like a prostitute, he didn’t push her away and instead hugged her back, supporting her from not falling off of him and hurting herself.
If someone else had dared to pounce on him like her on their first meeting, he would have thrown them away like a Super Giga Chad, with enough force to send them from the Northern Region all the way to the Forbidden Capital.
There’s a reason why he was treating her with such care. The second she hugged him, Roy felt as if he had found what he never knew he was searching for but was extremely precious to him. He could tell that cherishing her was an innate desire of his. Thus, he confirmed that it was his bloodline that was telling him not to harm or hurt her, or else he would regret it greatly.
“Get down.” Roy tried to get her off himself, but as if she was a cat who had its tail stepped on, she latched onto him even more ferociously.
“I refuse to!” She puffed up her cheeks that were getting squished by Roy’s hand and stared at him with teary fawn-like eyes.
Seeing the way she was behaving, Roy felt like he had bullied or broken her trust.
He shrugged it off. Obviously, she was in the wrong here, not him. Why should he feel guilty?!
“You are like a rabid dog. Once they bite someone, they refuse to let go.”
Roy looked into her stubborn eyes with equal stubbornness, labeling her as an unruly beast.
This saddened her even further.
“How can you compare me to a dog?” She stared at him in bewilderment.
She was confident about her looks, and if someone said to her that she was beautiful enough to mesmerize anyone, she wouldn’t deny it. After all, she has seen her mate, Roy, being mesmerized by her looks too. Not to mention, they were already married. She was his wife. So how could he call her out like that and humiliate her in the presence of others?! She felt hurt!
“Did he really diss his mate?! What a brave Boy!” Hearing his words, Tevenlor and Yulran were equally stunned and impressed.
The formless sirens were like pure fentanyl to any Dragon and Dragon-kin. All of them cherished them like a drug addict would love his heroin. They were inseparable from each other. It was hard to believe that Roy could so easily resist the temptation of one and so rudely try to push her away.
Seeing the tears in her ears, Roy’s heart softened only slightly.
He patted her head and, this time, gently told her off again, “Be a good girl and get off me, okay?”
The Formless Siren looked at him and saw him smiling.
Just one glance was enough to help her realize what he was hiding behind that smile of his.
‘He will get angry at me if I don’t do as he said.’ Behind that gentle smile of his, she could see a storm.
She didn’t want him to be annoyed with her, much less be angry at her.
Thus, she let go of him, setting her silky, white feet on the cold, bloody and dusty ground.
Roy looked at her, finding her dressed to any man’s liking, including his, but too inappropriately.
He had a spare set of clothes in his subspace. He pulled them out of it and handed them over to her. She looked at him in confusion. Why was he giving his clothes to her?!
Roy spoke to her.
“You are dressed too inappropriately. So wear this.”
She was embarrassed and silent, her mouth opened and then closed, at a loss for words.
“What? You don’t want to?” Roy knew that forcing others to dress according to his desire was wrong but… but he can’t have a super enchanter walking around him almost naked. The endless amount of cliche young masters it would attract would be endless. He didn’t want to be troubled by lustful teens. That’s why she needed to dress up.
“I don’t know how to.” She pouted like a lost puppy.
“Ah, I see.” Roy’s eyes lit up. It looks like he had misjudged her. She probably didn’t like dressing that way. He said to her, “I will help you.”
“Please do.” She raised her hands like masters or lords would do when their servants were about to dress them up.
Roy covered her up nicely with his clothes. He liked how she looked when she was in her birthday suit. Heck, he even got a boner when he saw her dressed so opulently. But he didn’t want Yulran and Tevenlor to get good at his wife too! That’s why he dressed her modestly.
“Wait, why am I also considering her my wife?! I was scammed into this marriage by that old bastard!” Roy’s anger flared up, and he glared at his ancestor.
Yulran felt his scorching gaze on his back and turned to him with a guilty smile. He had guessed that Roy didn’t know what he was getting on before he hatched the egg, but he decided against making things clear with up. It’s been 850 years since the poor lass was stuck in this shit hole. It was in her best interest to become Roy’s wife and vice versa. That’s why he let things proceed without any intervention.
Yulran pointed at them, “You guys have better self-control than I thought. I thought you would be mating with each other like little rabbits by now. When I first found my soul mate, I showered her with bliss for 99 days straight. There was no stop in between.”
Roy coughed. How perverted was this arse to even discuss such things with his descendants? And how high was his libido to go at it for 99 days?! And how great was the Formless Siren to have endured being pressed under a crimson dragon?!
“Care to explain to me what the hell is going on here, my dear ancestor?” Roy asked his soon-to-be damned ancestor.