The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

Is this worthy of a Drow?

At the same time, he finally understood why there was a saying that male Drows do not live to see their coming-of-age ceremony.

With a face like that, a body like that, and an extraordinary charm that even made him, a dragon, develop a liking—hell, if she were female, he could play with her for a year when he had nothing else to do during his youth.

Arrogance

He casually threw the male Drow next to Hiatt, arranging them side-by-side, then David remembered the other High Elf he had captured.

And finding her was simple.

David pulled out the Soul Prism from a crevice in his chest scales, and the Mana Energy at his fingertips trembled and burst forth.

Hiatt, who had already passed out on the ground, immediately sprang up, spat out a jet of water, and greeted with an unnatural expression, "Master, what are your commands?"

"AHH!!" Accompanied by a scream that invited wild thoughts, Yevgeny, half-buried in the sand like a corpse, sat up in the throes of her second brush with death, only to suddenly feel her damp clothes.

Seeing the shipwrecks strewn all over the coast and her kin who were dead or captured because of her, and realizing that she, the culprit, could only be defiled and toyed with by the dragon, she was immediately overwhelmed with grief. With a devastated expression, she choked out, "Gulp... Just kill me."

Immediately, a Drow who had hurried over knocked her out with a leg whip and then dragged her toward the shore like a dead dog.