Chapter 365: D is Still the Best

Lucoa was clearly drunk. Holding a bottle in her hand, she pulled Sui into her embrace. Her large chest heaved violently, overwhelming Sui with the sensation of turbulent waves.

He nearly drowned in them.

As expected, she really was a G cup. Truly terrifying.

"This wine is so delicious. Can I drink more of it in the future?" Lucoa asked, a blush rising to her cheeks after she let out a small burp.

"Sure," Sui replied helplessly. How much did this dragon enjoy drinking, he wondered?

When Sui first heard from Tohru that Lucoa had lost her divinity due to drinking, he had thought the punishment excessive. Now, however, he realized it wasn't so unjustified after all.

After some more raucous antics, Lucoa finally calmed down. She curled up on the floor and fell asleep, still clutching the wine bottle.

"What should I do now?" Sui asked, exasperated as he stared at the slumbering Lucoa.

"Just send her back to her world," Tohru said casually. With a flick of her hand, she opened a magic portal to Lucoa's original world.

"Isn't that a bit too much?" Sui questioned.

Tohru shrugged. "She'll be fine."

Sui thought about it for a moment, then nodded. There wouldn't be any real danger after all.

At that moment, the system's voice echoed in his head.

"The host has successfully tamed a dragon. Current progress: four-fifths."

"Tamed? Just like that?" Sui chuckled to himself. It seemed Lucoa really loved his sake. Who would have thought that taming a dragon could be so easy?

Come to think of it, Kanna and Elma were also swayed by food.

Perhaps dragons really were simple creatures, Sui mused. 

After tidying up the dishes, Sui prepared to go to bed. He decided to sleep in his own room that night. But just as he settled in, Tohru appeared, now dressed in light green pajamas. Her long, round white legs peeked out from beneath the fabric, and her green tail trailed behind her.

The moment she saw Sui, Tohru leaped onto him, pushing him down into the quilt. Her cute face, flushed from the alcohol, was framed by her large, bright eyes. One small fang poked out from her mouth, adding to her charm. She buried her face into Sui, inhaling deeply, before sighing in contentment.

"I love Sui's scent the most," she whispered. "And everything else about you."

Sui held her close, gazing into her golden, vertical pupils. The faint scent of her presence washed over him, and he couldn't help but recall what Lucoa had said earlier. Moved, he nodded, whispering, "I love Tohru too."

"Really?" Tohrus eyes lit up with joy and excitement. She kissed Sui on the cheek and smiled. "I knew it—I love your scent the most!"

That night, they stayed up late together.

Sui reflected that while Lucoa's G cup was certainly impressive, Tohrus D cup was just right—full and firm, but not overwhelming. It felt perfect.

In comparison to Lucoa's world-class figure, Sui found Tohrus more attractive—tall, curvy, and just the right size, with a hint of petite charm.

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Meanwhile, Yusa Emi dragged her tired body back home after another late-night shift. Before heading home, she decided to stop by the convenience store to grab a bite to eat.

"Damn it, no discounted bentos again?" she grumbled, frustrated. "This world is so unfair. Don't they care about people like me who work overtime and come home so late?"

As she fumed, a voice called out to her in surprise. "Hey, aren't you the Paladin?"

Emi turned, spotting Elma holding an assortment of bread snacks.

"Hmm? You're the dragon who betrayed your kind to serve the Devil, aren't you?" Emi frowned but then couldn't help but glance at the food in Elma's arms, her stomach rumbling.

"Did you just get off work?" Elma asked casually. "I was hungry, so I came out to grab something to eat."

She wandered over to the bakery section, eyeing the bread indecisively.

"Should I go with red bean paste? Or pork floss? Both are so good," Elma muttered, clearly struggling to choose.

The rich aroma of bread wafted through the air, and Emi's stomach growled. She swallowed and said, "I think the pork floss is better."

"Really?" Elma beamed. "I love pork floss bread too!"

But then she frowned again, mumbling to herself, "But red bean paste is also really tasty. Oh well, I'll just buy both."

"Both...?" Yusa Emi was dumbfounded. "Isn't that a bit much?"

"If you like it, buy it," Elma said nonchalantly.

"Just... buy it?" Yusa Emi was floored by the sheer audacity of those words. Could people really live like that?

"How much do you make, anyway?" she asked, curious about the luxury lifestyle of a dragon.

"Sui just gave me a raise. I'm making 8,000 per hour now," Elma replied cheerfully.

"Eight... eight thousand?" Yusa Emi stammered, her heart sinking. She barely made 1,700 an hour! How was a dragon working for the Devil making so much?

And here she was, a brave warrior, struggling to afford bread.

"Hey, if you want to work for Sui, I can talk to him for you," Elma offered.

For a moment, Emi's resolve wavered, but she quickly steeled herself, remembering her duty. "As a brave warrior, I will never serve the Devil!"

"Suit yourself," Elma said with a shrug, noticing how Yusa Emi's eyes kept straying toward the bread. "Do you want some?"

"I... well, if you insist," Emi muttered, too hungry to refuse.

"But not the pork floss ones," Elma warned. "Those are my favorite."

"...Fine."

Faced with her empty stomach, the brave warrior swallowed her pride and accepted the offering, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.