The morning felt invigorating.

It was as if all the lingering negative energy in my body had been exhaled completely.

How should I put it—my lower abdomen felt unusually light today. My face was glowing, full of vitality.

“The birds are chirping, the sky is clear without a single cloud—perfect weather to storm the Blue House.”@@novelbin@@

I murmured to myself as I glanced toward the bed.

Rachel, who had just woken up, still couldn’t move properly. Considering the amount of effort she had put in, almost to the point of dehydration, it wasn’t surprising.

“Well then, my dear wife, I shall return before the sheets drenched in your nectar have dried.”

“Must you speak in such vulgar terms?”

What? Vulgar?

“And what do you have to say about the stream you sprayed all over my face at dawn?”

At first, I had done it, but soon enough, Rachel retaliated, showering my face with her juices.

That warm stream splashed all over my body.

Elf bodily fluids—they truly are precious.

Baby Yongyong’s tail had finally regained its vitality thanks to those elf fluids!

“And you? You did it too!”

“At least I aimed for your mouth. Have you perhaps developed a peculiar fascination with spraying it on my face?”

“Urgh.”

Rachel whipped her head away at my words.

Seeing her unable to respond was as good as a confession.

“Wow, so it’s true.”

“And you enjoy feeding it to me!”

“Dragons regard saliva, nectar, and even bodily fluids as sacred, you know.”

So, if you’re feeding it to me, you should at least be grateful.

“Your body is human-based, isn’t it?”

“That’s one thing, and this is another.”

“Wow, so you conveniently choose your species as it suits you?”

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