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Then Anya smiled, breaking the tension.

"Well, fortunately, Mika is far too busy these days. All his little hobbies. All those vixens he flirts with absolutely everywhere, even though he already has me by his side." She huffed dramatically. "I don’t think he has time to start any purges."

"I hope not." Charlotte laughed. "Can you imagine how awkward that conversation would be? Trying to explain to my friends that my future husband is actually a mass murderer?!"

"I’d just wrap him in all seven of my tails." Astrid declared, puffing out her fluffy appendages and wiggling them toward her sisters. "No one can resist my tails. He’d calm down immediately."

Anya and Charlotte giggled. It was true—being surrounded by Astrid’s tails was like being wrapped in a cloud of pure comfort.

Even Mika, as powerful as he was, went soft when she cocooned him.

Charlotte’s laughter faded, and she narrowed her eyes.

"Wait. Hold on a second. Where is Mika?"

Anya and Astrid both stopped.

"You’re right." Anya said slowly. "How long has he been in the bathroom?"

Astrid pouted, crossing her arms.

"He always used to complain whenever we took too long in the bathroom. But look at him now. How long does one person need for a bath!?"

"Let’s find out!"

And together, the three sisters headed toward the bathroom to investigate what exactly Mika was taking so long.

—

The Maiden of Fate eanwhile sat in her private realm, gazing through a shimmering portal at the very same park.

Her beautiful eyes held a tempest of complex emotions as she studied the peaceful scene below.

It was almost impossible to believe that this place had once resembled a battlefield, with bodies scattered like discarded dolls and rivers of blood running through the cobblestones.

But she remembered.

She would always remember.

Then her gaze shifted. She glimpsed at the three sisters making their way toward the bathroom.

A condescending smirk curved her lips.

’Oh, this is going to be good.’

She could almost picture it—Mika, mid-bath, doing whatever depraved thing he was undoubtedly doing with her sister right now, and those three little bloodhounds about to kick down the door.

The interruption would be magnificent!

But then her smirk faded into something more irritated as she rolled her eyes.

’Nadia. Of all people.’

Nadia was supposed to be the cold one, the Battle Angel who could stare down a dragon without flinching and deliver a death sentence without her voice wavering.

’And look what that boy had turned her into.’

’Doing things that would make even prostitutes blush.’

’That damn brat!’

—

Inside the bathroom of the penthouse suite, Mika sat completely naked on the toilet, his phone pressed to his ear.

The call connected, and a slightly tired female voice answered.

"Why exactly are you calling me right now, Mika?"

It was Maria and the moment he heard her voice, Mika immediately launched into a theatrical whine.

"Maria! You have to help me! I ate this pizza last night—extra cheese, pepperoni, the works—and now it’s refusing to come out! It’s so sticky and stubborn, and I’ve been sitting here for ages! I can’t go to the toilet, Maria! I need your help!"

Maria sighed, a long, suffering sound that suggested she had dealt with this kind of nonsense many times before.

"So what exactly do you want me to do about it? Should I come over there, stick my fingers up your bum, and drag it out myself?"

Mika’s body convulsed with an involuntary shudder.

"No, no, no! Nothing like that! Absolutely not!"

"Then what?"

Mika’s expression shifted from dramatic despair to something softer, more sincere.

"I just...I just needed to hear your voice."

The admission hung in the air between them.

"Whenever I hear your voice." Mika continued, his tone becoming almost intimate. "My entire body relaxes. Even the stuff that gets stuck inside eventually decides to come out. It’s like...like magic."

Maria was quiet for a moment.

"So what you’re saying is that my voice is the equivalent of a laxative? That I’m so hideous-sounding that your body just wants to expel everything?"

"No, no, you’ve got it completely wrong!" Mika leaned forward eagerly. "It’s the exact opposite! Your voice is so pleasant, so soothing, that everything in my body just naturally loosens up. It’s a compliment, Maria."

"The highest compliment I can give!"

Maria sighed again, but this time there was a hint of reluctant amusement in the sound.

"Fine. Then let me help you out."

Then to Mika’s delight, her voice dropped into the kind of voice that made men forget their own names.

"Push it out, Mika..."

Mika’s eyes trembled.

"Push it out." Maria repeated, her voice a low, enticing purr. "I know you can do it. You’re a strong boy, aren’t you? You can push that little poop right out."

"Maria, what are you—"

"Shhh. Just push. Push it out for me, Mika. Come on now. Just a little bit more. Just a bit more."

Mika found himself obeying, his body responding to her words in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

"It’s coming..."

Maria continued, her voice a hypnotic cadence.

"It’s coming! You’re such a good boy, Mika! If you do this properly, I’ll give you so many kisses and hugs. So do it. Do it now! Push it out! Push!"

And then—

Plop. Plop. Plop.

The sounds echoed in the bathroom, followed by the gentle splash of water.

Mika let out a long, relieved sigh.

"Thank you, Maria! I couldn’t have done it without you! I swear, next time you need similar assistance, I’ll come running to help you too!"

Maria sighed heavily on the other end of the line.

This wasn’t the first time Mika had called her about something ridiculous, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But honestly? She didn’t mind.

Despite her outward exasperation, she secretly enjoyed these conversations.

They were a welcome break from the constant pressures of her life, even if it was about something as absurd as constipation.

But just then—

"Mariiiia!"

A distant voice rang through the phone.

"Come on already! Stop talking on the phone and let’s go!"

Mika straightened. "Wait." His eyes gleamed. "Is that Nuri?"

"Yep."

"You’re at Nuri’s house right now? In her room?!"

"I was invited." Maria said flatly. "Her mother asked me over. Nuri also wanted to show me the new friend she made—some forest creature she found. She’s been dragging me around all afternoon."

She then let out a low, enticing chuckle, her tone laced with playful greed as she added,

"You know, her family is ridiculously loaded, Mika. They literally own multiple royal castles. I suppose it makes sense since she’s literal dragon royalty, but still...making connections with her is going to serve me very well in the future."

She spoke as if she were purely exploiting Nuri for money and political leverage, but Mika knew better.

Leaning back, he grinned knowingly into the receiver.

"Sure, Maria. I know you love the power and wealth, but admit it—you actually really like interacting with Nuri. Sure, she can be a total airhead and a bit problematic, but she’s a genuinely sweet soul."

Silence on the line.

Then, reluctantly: "...I guess."

It was obvious from her tone that she truly did enjoy Nuri’s company, even if she’d never admit it aloud.

"Maria! Come on, let’s go!" Nuri’s voice rang out again, impatient and excited. "I want to show you this forest! There’s a bunch of pretty flowers everywhere!"

It sounded like she was physically dragging Maria away from the phone.

Then, a new voice joined the conversation—mature, elegant, and undeniably beautiful.

"Nuri, darling, don’t disturb Maria while she’s on the phone. Leave her alone for a moment."

Mika’s entire body perked up.

"And is that Korra I hear!?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"She’s right next to me." Maria confirmed. "She’s the one who invited me over, after all."

"Put her on the phone."

Maria hesitated.

"Why exactly do you want to talk to her?"

"She’s a family friend." Mika said smoothly. "It would be rude not to say hello."

A suspicious pause followed, but eventually Maria relented.

"Miss Korra? Someone wants to speak with you."

There was a rustling sound as the phone changed hands, followed by Nuri’s protests fading into the background as Maria allowed herself to be dragged away.

"Hello?" Korra’s voice came through, slightly doubtful. "Who is this?"

Mika’s voice dropped into a playful, teasing tone.

"My, my. With how much time we’ve spent together in bed, you’re acting as if you don’t even know me. How cold, Korra. How very cold."

A sharp intake of breath on the other end.

"M-Mika?! Is that you?"

"The one and only."

"Why are you calling from Maria’s phone? And—are you coming over as well!?"

The question carried a hint of excitement, barely concealed. Mika could easily imagine her dragon tail swishing back and forth behind her, betraying her eagerness.

"Unfortunately." Mika sighed. "I’m not coming over right now. I’m rather...occupied with other matters."

He glanced toward the side of the bathroom, where a very interesting scene was unfolding.

"I see." Korra said, unable to hide her disappointment. "That’s too bad."

"But don’t worry. I’ll visit you soon. Very soon."

Her voice brightened immediately.

"I’ll be waiting."

"Before that, though." Mika continued, his tone shifting to something more serious. "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything!" Korra said immediately, her voice eager and accommodating. "Anything you need, Mika. Just tell me!"

Mika’s lips curved into a wicked smile.

"I want you to take off your top right now. Whatever you’re wearing—take it off. Then use Maria’s phone to take a sexy picture of yourself and send it to me."

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"..."

"W-WHAT?!" Korra sputtered. "Mika, that’s—are you crazy? That’s completely inappropriate! Maria’s phone? What if she sees—"

She tried to redirect his request by adding,

"I could just send you photos from my own phone! However many you want! Whatever positions you want! My body belongs to you anyway—you know that—I’d do anything you—"

"I know. But I want it through Maria’s phone. I want the thrill of it. The wrongness."

"That’s not the point! I can’t just—"

Mika’s voice softened into something almost tender.

"Come on, Korra. You’re my adorable little black dragon, aren’t you? You’ll do this for me."

The line went quiet. Mika could practically hear her resolve crumbling.

"Fine." Korra whispered. "Just...give me a moment."

The call ended.

Mika stared at his phone, waiting. One minute passed. Two. His thumb tapped impatiently against the screen.

Then the notification came.

He opened it, and his grin split from ear to ear.

Korra had delivered.

Korra had been wearing what appeared to be a white gown, but now the top had been pulled down to her waist, exposing her magnificent brown breasts.

Her pink nipples stood rock hard—evidence of her arousal, proof that she was just as affected by their conversation as he was.

She held her breasts up enticingly, presenting them to the camera with a shy, flustered expression on her face.

The Queen of the Dragon Realm, reduced to this.

Mika felt his body respond immediately, his previously flaccid member stirring to life beneath him and thumping against the porcelain of the toilet.

He saved the image without hesitation.

’Beautiful.’ He thought. ’Absolutely beautiful.’

He could only hope that Korra would remember to delete the message from Maria’s phone. But even if she didn’t...

’Well, that would lead to another interesting turn of events, wouldn’t it?’

Mika eventually set his phone aside and stood up from the toilet, stretching his arms above his head. Then he turned his attention downward.

"I just talked with your best friend." He said conversationally. "She seems to be having a great time over there."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the ground with a peculiar intensity.

"But you, on the other hand...I don’t know exactly what you’re feeling right now."

He wasn’t talking to the floor.

He was talking to Nadia.