The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 118: The Aroused Little She-Dragon

"Um, let me cut in for a moment. Natasha, you’re being a bit too bold. You definitely did something wrong, but Catherine, your scolding of Natasha is also a bit much. You should know that it’s quite rare for a grown, beautiful young dragoness to remain pure. You shouldn’t say such things to her, so you’re at fault too, Catherine."

Lynn couldn’t burden Helena with the issues in their own backyard, so before Catherine and Natasha could start a real fight, he stepped in timely and called out the mistakes of both the person and the dragon.

"So, neither of you should say anything more. Shake hands and make peace, as a favor to me."

Lynn had no previous experience dealing with an angry girlfriend, let alone handling two girlfriends having an argument.

Nevertheless, as their mutual boyfriend, he couldn’t back down, nor could he show favoritism unless one was clearly at fault.

And the current issue was just a small quarrel, not involving any principles. So it could be resolved without having to blame anyone.

"She’s wearing the black stockings you like, so of course, you’re speaking in her favor. You’re even covering the kids’ eyes—don’t you find her behavior over the top?"

Catherine originally didn’t want to argue with Lynn’s women, to avoid seeming jealous, but Natasha’s earlier audacity in removing her skirt was truly inappropriate for the innocent young hearts of the children. She couldn’t just let it go because of Lynn’s words.

"There’s no one else here; it’s all girls besides Lord Lynn, even the cat is female. Otherwise, how could I not pay attention? Everything of mine belongs to Lord Lynn, and I won’t let anyone else take advantage!"

Though Catherine’s words were reasonable, Natasha wasn’t entirely out of line. Upon closer listening, she didn’t seem too unreasonable.

"Didn’t you notice that there are underage children here?"

Catherine pointed at Little Youli and Little Yuna, whom Lynn had just released, questioning Natasha.

"Of course, I noticed them, but they’re Lord Lynn’s children, so that makes them my daughters too! Can’t a mother change clothes in front of her daughters?"

Natasha retorted to Catherine’s accusations with sound reasoning.

It must be said that as a mentor, Catherine was great at reasoning, but as for Natasha, a daring dragoness bold enough to flirt with the Miracle Saint Emperor, she was not easily handled either.

"What mother! Did you marry in already to call yourself mother? I’m the godmother recognized by the kids, and I must be responsible for them!"

Catherine was nearly thrown off by Natasha’s words, but she quickly grasped the point that Lynn hadn’t officially married yet.

"You know you’re a godmother, right? Have you married in? Can a godmother’s status be higher than a stepmother just missing a wedding?"

Natasha stood her ground, seriously responding to Catherine’s assault.

"Just missing a wedding? I think you’re short by more than that—haven’t you even given your body to Lynn yet? You probably can’t really compare to a godmother."

Recalling Lynn’s earlier mention that Natasha remained pure, Catherine immediately found her point of retort.

"Well... it’s not that far off. How about you take the kids away for a bit? Then I’ll give myself to Lord Lynn?"

At this topic, the previously forceful Natasha suddenly became bashful, her once-clear gaze seemed to transform into red hearts, and then her hands pinched the hem of her skirt as she looked at Lynn with deep affection.

The next moment, it seemed as if a pink mist filled the air, unnoticed by others, except for the little flower in Catherine’s arms and the sprawled-out Boom on the floor who seemed a bit dizzy.

"You... why are you getting flirty now?"

Catherine’s finger trembled as she pointed at Natasha, nearly at a loss for words.

She really hadn’t seen such a forward woman. Even the most sensual dragon wouldn’t be like this—they’d at least know to turn off the lights!

Fortunately, Little Flower and Boom were both spayed early on, so Natasha’s pheromones had little effect; otherwise, she would truly have no way to handle a heat-struck female cat.

"Just stop complaining about her for now, and step away for a bit, okay, Catherine sister..."

Clearly at odds moments ago, with even Lynn unable to mediate effectively, when Natasha enters heat, she loses interest in continued arguing with Catherine. With their bickering energy, she could have flirted with Lord Lynn several times over...

"You..."

Catherine was truly speechless now. Natasha even initiated calling her ’sister,’ what else could she do?

But if she really took the kids and stepped away, what would that make her—the victim?

No, I’m not even Lynn’s wife, so what kind of victim am I? Though he does call me his wife...

"Stop ’you’ing me. Helena, why don’t you show them around? I want to relax with Lord Lynn for a bit... Ouch, stop hitting my head, hey, don’t twist my dragon horn, ow, ow, ow..."

The little dragoness in heat was full of risqué thoughts. Seeing Catherine being so dense, she could only ask her good sister Helena for help, but before Helena could agree, Lynn gave a quick tap on her head.

And since one tap wasn’t enough to bring her to her senses, Lynn started fiddling with the horn on her forehead. It’s said that a dragon’s exterior features are sensitive spots, so breaking her horn might break her heat...

Of course, Lynn couldn’t actually be so heartless as to break Natasha’s dragon horn. He only used half-strength of half-force, and given the adult dragon race’s physique, such force would only elicit a couple of ’ouch’s and cause no real harm.

"Are you awake now?"

Hearing Natasha’s plaintive cries of pain, Lynn sensed that the sensual tone in her voice was gone, and only then did he release her.

"Awake, yes, but you’ve ruined the mood. Isn’t my wearing stockings in vain?"

Natasha mumbled more plaintively, she had specially restrained her usually trailing big tail to make her long legs look better with the black stockings Lord Lynn gifted her, but now Lord Lynn seemed to lack humor. Having gifted her these playful items, he didn’t capitalize on the opportunity to claim her.

"Not entirely in vain, at least I feasted my eyes. Natasha, you’re very beautiful and sexy today..."

Seeing Natasha’s look of aggrieved disappointment, Lynn didn’t want to completely dismiss her intentions. So he sincerely complimented her. Honestly, if the kids weren’t around, given Natasha’s cooperation, he would have sat down and had a good time with those lovely black-stockinged legs of hers.

Unfortunately, her timing was poor. Events like these should be kept away from the children; they shouldn’t tarnish his majestic image as a father.