A Permission

The morning sun slowly rose, casting its warm and refreshing light over the world.

Inside his room, Roel slept peacefully, with the beautiful figure of Freya resting beside him.

As the sunlight crept higher and slipped through the window curtains, a soft glow brushed against his face, causing his eyelids to twitch slightly.

"Hmmm..." He groaned lazily, reluctant to wake up, and turned to hug Freya.

However, the persistent sunlight continued to warm his face, leaving him no choice but to rise despite his reluctance.

"Hom..." He yawned lazily, his heavy eyelids slowly lifting.

"Is it already noon?" His gaze drifted to the large clock at the end of the room, only to see it was just eight in the morning.

Feeling refreshed, he sat up and rubbed his eyes before shifting his gaze to Freya, who remained asleep, her naked body concealed beneath the blanket.

In an instant, memories of the last night surfaced in his mind, making his face flush.

"Ahem! That was... really amazing," he whispered, trying to steady his heartbeat.

Though they hadn't taken the final step, it had been more than enough to satisfy their desires.

Recalling Freya's soft, curvaceous body, Roel felt his throat go dry.

He had to admit, Freya's figure was simply flawless—every inch of her body seemed as if it had been meticulously crafted by the gods.

"Umm..." At that moment, Freya stirred, letting out a soft groan before slowly opening her eyes.

Their gazes met, and a flush of embarrassment crept onto their faces.

"Good morning, Freya." Roel quickly broke the awkward silence.

Freya composed herself and gave a small nod. "Good morning to you too, Roel."

She sat up, pulling the blanket over her chest, and asked, "How's your body? Are you feeling any better?"

Hearing that, Roel immediately closed his eyes to check his condition. The moment he sensed the Hell King's poison had weakened slightly, his eyes snapped open in shock.

"The Hell King's poison… It's weaker!" he exclaimed, staring at Freya, who responded with a faint smile.

Even though the change was minimal, it was still a remarkable improvement. After all, the Hell King's poison was infamous for its lethality—anyone exposed to it usually died instantly.

Yet, his case was exceptionally rare—there was only a 1% chance of it occurring.

Freya's expression remained calm and composed, as if she had anticipated this outcome.

"That's good, but it's still not enough. The dragon essence is incredibly powerful, and once we're connected, its strength can increase up to tenfold. The fact that the Hell King's poison has only weakened slightly proves just how formidable it truly is," Freya explained.

Roel furrowed his brows as the happiness on his face gradually faded.

"If what you're saying is true, then it's more dangerous than I thought," he muttered, letting out a small sigh.

Freya smiled faintly and reached out, gently caressing his face.

"Don't worry. If it can weaken, that means it can disappear. You just need to be patient," she said softly. "Besides, you're staying with me now, and I'll make sure you're safe from your enemies."

Her soothing words eased Roel's worries, and he gave a small nod.

"Thank you, Freya. I..." Before he could finish, a sudden growl from his stomach interrupted him.

*Grr...*

In an instant, the warm and harmonious morning turned quiet and awkward.

"Pfft!" Freya tried to hold back her laughter but failed.

Roel's face reddened slightly, though he still tried to maintain a calm expression.

"Ahem! I apologize, Freya. Maybe we got a little too excited last night, and now I'm starving," he admitted, trying to downplay his embarrassment.

Freya covered her mouth with the back of her hand, nodding slightly.

"Alright, I understand." She stifled the last of her laughter and smiled. "I'll prepare breakfast for you."

After that, she slowly got off the bed, but just as she moved, the blanket slipped from her body, revealing her flawlessly curvaceous figure.

*Gulp!*

Roel swallowed hard, feeling his blood heat up.

The lower half of his body slowly reacted, an unmistakable bulge forming beneath his pants.

Noticing the change, Freya turned her head and glanced at him before a playful, knowing smile curved her lips.

"I didn't expect you to be this aroused so early in the morning," she teased. "Do you need my help to calm it down?"

Roel caught her meaning and smirked. "Then, I'll be counting on you."

Fifteen minutes later...

Freya licked her lips as she looked at Roel, who was lying on the bed with a satisfied expression.

"Are you satisfied?" she asked teasingly while slipping into her dress.

Roel chuckled and gave a small nod. "Completely. That was amazing! Besides, your technique is even better than last night."

A smug smile spread across Freya's lips as she patted her huge chest. "Hmph! Learning that stuff is easy for me."

Roel didn't deny it. As a member of the dragon race, Freya was naturally gifted and possessed an exceptional understanding of many things.

Moreover, her outspoken nature set her apart from human women—she lacked their shyness, making her even more captivating in his eyes.

Freya then turned around and said, "I'll go prepare breakfast for you."

Just as she was about to leave, Roel suddenly stopped her.

"Wait a moment, Freya. Can I go out for a walk?"

Freya's expression stiffened for a brief moment before she quickly regained her composure.

Turning back to him, she replied, "If you want to take a walk, that's fine. However, don't wander too far—it could be dangerous for you."

There was a hidden meaning in her words, but Roel didn't catch it.

"Of course. Don't worry." He simply nodded in agreement.

Freya smiled before swiftly leaving the room.

Watching her disappear beyond the doorway, Roel clenched his fists and muttered excitedly, "Then, let's explore the legendary palace of the Black Dragon of Calamity!"