CHAPTER 306: CHAPTER 306 - FILL THE BELLY TO REACH THE HEART

Sabrina stumbled out from behind a half-formed curtain, her dark-skinned, tattooed body wrapped loosely in one of the palace’s conjured robes—the ink on her arms and cleavage swirling like living shadows, her curves straining the fabric.

She clutched an empty jar in one hand, the remnants of some alchemical sample smeared on her lips; apparently, she’d scarfed it down on impulse.

Her face twisted in disgust, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "What the fuck is this shit? Smells like heaven but tastes like ass. Is there nothing decent to eat around here?"

Tianlong chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest, shaking his head as he disentangled from Akane and Xiang.

"You can have my dick if you’re that hungry," he shot back, golden eyes glinting with challenge, his cock already half-hard at the banter.

Sabrina blinked, her full lips parting in surprise, then narrowing into a scowl. "You know what? I should just kill your ass right now."

He shrugged, broad shoulders rolling casually, not a hint of fear. "Think you can? Go on, try it. See how far you get."

Her gaze sharpened, predatory fire in those dark eyes, flicking to Xiang who stood there glaring daggers, hands clenched like she was ready to unleash butterflies on the spot.

Sabrina’s jaw tightened, realizing the odds—two against one, and this place reeked of Tianlong’s control.

With a huff, she turned away, eyes landing on Sylvea sprawled on the bed, still lost in her cum-fogged haze. "How the hell do you snag so many women so easy? It’s like you got a magic pussy-magnet or some shit."

Tianlong slowly extricated himself from Akane and Xiang’s grasp, their hands lingering possessively on his arms.

He stretched out one hand, palm open—and the far wall of the pleasure room shimmered, rippling like water before transforming in a blink.

Stone and silk gave way to gleaming modern steel: a huge kitchen manifesting complete with a massive refrigerator humming to life, stainless stoves flickering with blue flames, an oven preheating on command, counters lined with utensils, spice racks, and jars of fresh ingredients.

All summoned from his mind’s whim, the palace obeying like an extension of his will.

He sauntered over, rolling up his sleeves to expose those corded forearms. "Aren’t you a woman too?" he tossed over his shoulder, grabbing a knife and starting to chop vegetables with expert flicks—onions, peppers, the blade singing through the air.

Sabrina scoffed, crossing her arms under her heavy tits, pushing them up as she eyed the setup.

But her nose twitched, drawn to the fresh scents wafting from the fridge as she cracked it open.

Fruits gleamed inside—apples, berries, all perfect.

She snatched a red apple, biting into it with a crunch, juice dribbling down her chin. "Yeah, but I’m not some dumb bitch fooled by a walking dildo like the rest."

Ignoring the jab, Tianlong moved to the stove, heating oil in a pan with a sizzle, tossing in garlic and spices that filled the room with savory heat—cumin, chili, something earthy and addictive. "Indeed you’re not," he said, voice casual as he stirred. "But you know, there are all types of women out there. Strange ones, holding onto weird-ass ideologies like they’re gospel. But out of everyone I’ve met so far—the elves, the foxes—you gotta be the most idiotic one. Thick skull, zero sense."

Her hand froze mid-bite, the apple crumpling in her grip with a squish, juices spraying as she stormed over.

She grabbed his collar in a vise, yanking him close—faces inches apart, her breath hot and apple-sweet.

Her eyes burned like a tiger’s strike, all feral intensity, tattoos seeming to pulse with her rage.

His golden-crimson gaze met hers unflinching, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Say that again," she snarled, voice low and dangerous, "and you’re dead meat."

He just smiled wider, unblinking.

A single black butterfly fluttered onto his shoulder from nowhere, wings whispering.

Her grip faltered—hand passing right through his robe like it was smoke, phasing harmlessly.

Sabrina’s jaw clenched so hard her teeth ground audible, frustration twisting her features as she yanked back.

"The day I fuck you," Tianlong said, turning back to the pan without missing a beat, "I promise that dildo’ll make you fall hard. Begging for seconds, your pussy clenching like it never wants to let go."

She shook her head, muttering curses under her breath as she backed off, but then her nose wrinkled—good smells hitting her full force now.

Her eyes darted to the pan, where meat sizzled with onions, spices blooming into something mouthwatering.

"So, you can do better than just using that dick?" Sabrina raised an eyebrow as she asked him.

"Hm..." Tianlong, hearing her words, lifted his head, looking at her for a moment, blinking, before seeing that smug look on her face while focusing on his diss. "You see, Sabrina... My dick is kind of dead."

"Now that’s a new thing for someone like you." Sabrina seemed slightly surprised. Since accompanying him, she had seen this man’s habits, stamina, where he did not even break a sweat, let alone would have his cock a bit loose.

Looking at him as if gaining some kind of weakness over him, she shook her head in pity and said, "Tch... tch... should I laugh or cry?"

Tianlong, nearly done with his cooking that was exclusively for this woman, added, "Nah, just give me a place to bury my dead dick... hm, now that I think about it, how about your pussy?"

"...Y-you perverted bastard..." Sabrina felt a nerve bulge on her forehead due to visible frustration, twitch of her mouth as she clenched her hand in a fist, wanting to beat this man out of shit.

"Haha, you look good helpless like that..." Tianlong plated it up quick: juicy strips of beef over rice, drizzled with sauce, garnished with herbs. Sliding the plate toward her, he raised a brow.

Sabrina blinked, staring at the food like it’d personally offended her. "You... know how to cook? Like, for real?"

He shrugged again, wiping his hands on a conjured towel. "I’m a man, ain’t I? Gotta know my way around a kitchen—or a bedroom."

Her brows furrowed, taken aback for a split second, the implication hanging—in this world, men handled the home fires, the domestic grind. "Yeah... shit, I forgot. Your habits are all fucked up from wherever you crawled out of."

Tianlong chuckled, low and easy, as she eyed the plate.

But instead of taking it dainty-like, she snatched the whole damn pot off the stove—still steaming—ignoring the offered plate entirely.

She dug in with her fingers at first, then grabbed a spoon, scarfing it down like a starving beast, moans slipping out between bites.

Sauce smeared her dark lips, dripping onto her cleavage, making the robe cling wetly.

Xiang glared from the side, violet eyes narrowing to slits, arms crossed tight over her chest. "Hey, save some for the rest of us, you greedy cow."

Sabrina glared back mid-chew, mouth full, pointing her spoon like a weapon. "What? I’m not sharing shit. Go eat whatever the fuck you want—there’s a whole palace."

Akane twitched, stepping forward like she was about to lunge, not seeing through Xiang’s grin, but Xiang’s hand shot out, grabbing her arm.

"Don’t," Xiang said softly, eyes flicking between them. "You see it, right? He’s not just cooking... food."

Akane blinked, her well-fucked body and mind—due to sensitivity caused by lovey-dovey romance with her husband—skipped for a moment that her husband was too confusingly inconsistent with his strange approaches.

Her eyes made their way back to Tianlong, watching him with that calm intensity, then to Sabrina devouring the food like it was the best thing she’d tasted in years.

The realization hit: he’d cooked it himself, slaved over the stove, when he could’ve snapped his fingers and conjured a feast from thin air.

Implanting something deeper—a subconscious hook, lowering her walls bite by bite.

Sabrina was that type: lazy as a sloth, slept through orgies he gave to all his women, too damn chill to give a fuck about moans and flesh sounds filling the room.

She was the type of woman who followed the template that every path to the heart starts with the belly.

So, his approach was simple toward her: fill her belly first with food, and then her tight tattooed pussy with his thick cock—to reach her heart.

Tianlong didn’t linger on the moment.

He turned, wiping his hands, and headed for the door—robe swirling around his powerful frame.

With a thought, the kitchen counters overflowed: massive platters of steaming dishes materializing—roasts, stir-fries, fresh breads—all palace-forged perfection.

A subtle flex to make that woman addicted to food first, showing off without saying a word.

Akane and Xiang exchanged a glance, then moved to follow, tails and steps syncing behind him.

Xiang paused just long enough to flick her wrist—a swarm of black butterflies detaching from her form, fluttering to settle on Sylvea’s sleeping body like silent guardians.

They’d shred anything that tried to touch the elf wrong, especially a wild cat like Sabrina itching for a fight.

As they slipped out into the palace’s winding halls, the door sealing behind with a soft whoosh, Tianlong slowed for a moment, halting before tilting his head, only to look how she was eating like a pig yet he just asked, "By the way... Is there anyone from Tiger Clan studying in Valdoria Academy?"

But one expects an answer from a human, not a pig feasting on her food, so the answer was simply, "Nnmm... nmm... don’t know... go, you bastard, let me eat..."