The Strongest Witch?
After Velvet killed the dragon, the frigid winds died rapidly, leaving the mountain to thaw quickly. She turned to Asmodeus, who looked quite relaxed—his hands were behind his head. He seemed rather comfortable, with a smile on his face. "Shall we go check the dragon's den for treasure or something?" He asked in a lively tone.
"You're in high spirits. Don't tell me you were secretly hoping I would lose this whole time?" Velvet gave him an annoyed glare as she dusted the snow off her cloth dress.
"Nonsense!" Asmodeus let out a laugh as he stood. "I merely had a feeling that this would turn out in your favour." His tone seemed sincere, and she believed him.
She paused, looking over at him with curiosity. "What did it look like?"
Asmodeus shrugged his shoulders while walking closer to her, his eyes never leaving her body, his gaze making Velvet feel her body was on fire once again. "It's a little hard to explain, but you looked really sexy."