20 Tiny Hungry Dragons, mastered with ease!

Valentina awoke to a waft of fragrance but was instantly enraged by the strange noise she heard.

“Hey! What were you doing just now?”

“Playing with the dog… uh, no, wait, listen to my excuse.”

???

Gritting her teeth, Valentina fixed her slit pupils fiercely on the white-haired boy standing mere inches away.

“What did you say!?”

That damn brat.

Explain yourself clearly, or I’ll tear you apart!

Her voice was sharp and threatening.

Herbert blinked and cleared his throat lightly. “Ahem, I was trying a food lure technique… no, that’s not right. I was kindly waking you up.”

With that, he flashed a bright, cheerful smile at the dangerously scowling young dragon lady.

“Good morning, Miss!”

At that moment, Valentina looked at his handsome yet infuriatingly cheeky expression and felt as if the blood vessels in her head might burst.

Smack.

“Good morning… you ghost!”

“Her-bert!”

The dragon lady’s roar shook the entire cell like thunder, echoing endlessly and rattling Herbert’s insides along with it.

He nearly suffered internal injuries.

“Cough, cough, just kidding. Calm down, don’t get so worked up.”

Rubbing his aching eardrums, Herbert sighed helplessly. “Here, I’ll apologize.”

He then casually tossed the roasted chicken leg he had been holding into the cage.

Toss—

The carefully roasted drumstick flew in a perfect arc through the air, spinning as it went.

!

Valentina, still furious from moments before, reacted swiftly, leaping up and biting the drumstick mid-air.

Crunch!

Though now in human form, her ingrained draconic reflexes took over—she bit down rather than grabbing it with her hands.

“Ugh!!?”

Only after sinking her teeth in did she realize Herbert was watching her with a playful glint in his eyes. She glared fiercely at him.

You damn…!?

She wanted to say something but wasn’t willing to let go of the drumstick, so she mumbled incoherently, “Mmm mmm mmm, you, mmm mmm mmm—” (What’re you looking at!)

After quickly chewing and swallowing, Herbert seized the moment to shove another drumstick into her mouth.

“Here, for you.”

“Ugh!?”

Herbert continued pressing the drumsticks into her mouth while earnestly advising, “Be good! Don’t talk while eating.”

“You!? Mmm—crunch!”

Chew chew chew.

Valentina was furious.

But she couldn’t resist—the drumsticks smelled too delicious.

Chew chew chew.

She knew giving in so easily was wrong, a loss of her dignity as a dragon.

But her mouth had a mind of its own.

Chew chew chew.

So Valentina repeatedly tried to speak but was silenced each time by a new drumstick.

Anger and appetite waged war… and appetite always won.

Chew chew chew chew chew—

After successfully feeding her the fourth drumstick, Herbert relaxed, knowing he had passed this stage.

Little hungry dragon, got it under control!

His smile grew gentler as he continued feeding her, softly murmuring,

“Good girl, don’t talk.”

“Right, tuck your hair back so it doesn’t stick.”

“Swallow first, no rush, there’s more later.”

“Oh! Sorry, I pushed it in too deep.”

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