Bitches!

Chapter 5: Bitches!

12 hours prior.

Inside what appeared to be a MASSIVE, 20 meters tall and 200 meters wide room.

Ancient draconic symbols, glowing with a soft golden light, were scattered all over the walls and ceiling.

These symbols pulsed faintly, giving off a sense of ancient power as if they held secrets from the beginning of time.

The center of the ceiling was a breathtaking sight. A colossal painting depicted a mighty dragon with massive horns, wings, and tail.

Its majestic form dominated the entire ceiling, and its huge breasts were covered by a mix of dark and white scales or skin.

The dragon's eyes seemed to follow anyone who looked up, as they were radiating both raw and maternal power— If one wasn't mortal and could read dragon body-language...

Inside the colossal, grand room that stretched 20 meters high and 200 meters wide, the very air seemed to hum with an ancient power.

There was also a huge, shiny sphere above the heavens.

Its glow gave off a fusion of spring's warmth and autumn's coolness, casting a surreal light over the hall.

The furniture, meticulously crafted from a mysterious dark green wood, looked plush and inviting, as if beckoning anyone to come and take a good seat.

Soft couches and grand sofas lined the edges, beckoning anyone to rest within their luxurious embrace.

Yet, all attention was drawn toward the center of the room.

A woman crouched before an unconscious man, her figure radiant even in the ethereal light.

She was tall, standing at 184 cm, with long saturated blue hair that framed her delicate face and reached down to her thighs.

Her crimson eyes, marked by glowing star-shaped pupils, glinted with an intensity that seemed both protective and possessive.

She wore an elegant white gown with intricate golden detail.

What drew attention more than her undeniable beauty, however, were the physical manifestations of her true nature.

Towering above her head were her large, 1-meter-long horns, curving with grace and power.

Behind her, wings unfurled, 9 feet long and draped in leathery perfection, a symbol of her draconic heritage.

—This was Azuraelle's true form.

"Hehehe~" She giggled softly to herself as she kept her gaze glued to the man's body.

'Today is my happiest day! Yay! Darling is finally mine!!!'

Lying at her feet, the man was a stark contrast. His skin was pale, his face gaunt with exhaustion, and dark circles marred his once handsome features.

He was a bit tall, over 175 cm, but his body appeared lean, almost fragile in its weariness.

His stillness would have suggested death if not for the faint rise and fall of his chest.

He was just a simple human!

What could a mere mortal worth in the presence of the draconic beings in this place?!?!

Yes, indeed, draconic 'beings'.

"Sister..." Another feminine voice came from a distance.

Though the crouching girl could hear it, she was simply too focused on watching—... working, to notice the hint of unease and concern in that low voice.

Across the room, at a grand table made of the same dark green wood, with a dark blue carpet over it, sat three women.

The first, standing tallest among them at 195 cm, had hair as blue as the heavens, cascading down her back in waves that reached the floor.

Her porcelain skin glowed faintly, accentuating the crimson of her star-shaped eyes.

Her revealing blue gown, with hints of green and white, swayed as she moved, and a high slit along her thigh hinted at her readiness for swift action.

Her wings, massive and jagged with dark membranes, arched proudly behind her, their span over 12 feet long.

She also had a pair of horns, sleek and curved, extended a meter from her head, framing her face in a way that heightened her regal, predatory beauty.

"What has been done cannot be reversed, sis." She said as her star-shaped pupils were watching the crouching woman intently, who looked very similar if not an exact version of her.

To her right sat a red-haired goddess of unmatched allure. Her long, crimson hair flowed down her back, settling just below her waist — the same deep red as her sharp, spiraling horns.

Her eyes blazed with the same intensity, an inferno of emotions barely contained.

Clad in black and gold, her voluptuous form was enhanced by the luxurious jewelry adorning her neck, wrists, and ankles.

Every part of her presence radiated dominance, her posture that of a queen ruling from her throne, and her gaze carried the weight of countless centuries of control and power.

She was silent the whole time, but she watched what was happening with keen and narrowed eyes.

To the blue-haired woman's left, the third figure reclined in a more seductive, yet equally powerful manner.

Her long, black hair reached down past her shins, shrouded in a deep black mist that swirled with its own life.

Darker than night, her hair contrasted with her pale porcelain skin, which seemed to emit a soft glow.

Black horns curled elegantly from her head. She had grey and stormy eyes.

She wore a sheer black gown, laced with delicate patterns that clung to her curvaceous form, exuding both temptation and strength.

Sitting with a confident grace, she seemed both an enchantress and a goddess, her beauty nearly overpowering.

"I know..." She said in a low voice as she sighed in bitterness.

"It's just..." She cautiously pointed towards the crouching woman, who looking at the unconscious man as if she wanted to devour him.

She hastily pulled her finger and glanced at the sitting blue-haired woman with a small bead of sweat on her forehead.

"Are you sure...? We could have done 'this' in a different way..."

The blue-haired and red-haired women exchanged brief glances, then the blue-haired spoke:

"It hurts to think my daughter would think I was betraying her, but..." She sighed deeply, her face looked so much in pain and sadness.

"...But our own frustrations and emotions led to this, especially when we all are possessive and obsessive with that man...

My daughter is far worse than us, she wouldn't even hesitate to start a war for him, let alone let us touch him."

Though, the blue-haired woman spoke with pain, her face had a big, wide smile etched on her.

The black-haired woman could only smile in response as she closed her eyes. The red-haired woman also chuckled softly.

However, despite their shared amusement, the tension in the room was visible.

Each woman, though seated with calm, was clearly on edge.

Their eyes never left the unconscious man on the floor, their collective energy focused on him.

There was a deep anticipation, an almost imperceptible hum in the air, as if all were waiting for something monumental to unfold.

And as if in sync with the three's thoughts; 'We hit the jackpot.'

Quick, unnatural changes began to happen to the man while he's still unconscious.

His pale skin switched to a white and slightly, just a little bit tanned tone, as his facial features transformed; his masculine beauty became preternatural, and got even sharper.

His shirtless figure transformed into something that would leave all gods envious of its balanced perfection.

Whilst the changes were happening, a combination of powers were exuding from his 'new' body.

A mixture of grey and black mist, crimson flame with white and blue hues, and a lighten blue which seemed the most dominant together with a blood red, powers.

"BITCHES!" Shouted the blue-haired woman who is crouching before the man.

"YOU STOLE MY MAN!!!" She furiously exclaimed and stood up with her fists clenching and being covered with a lighten blue energy.

Indeed, the furious woman was no other than Azuraelle.

What actually happened was that the three women were also 'interested' in the man.

So, they secretly disguised their own blood as their respective energies, and mixed them with Azuraelle's blood in the gold glass which is on the ground, telling her they wished to empower him, before she fed it to the man.

However, 'interested' was just their own way of saying 'head over heels' for the man.

They're just too prideful to admit that just yet.

And Azuraelle, trusting them as her family, was very happy about these three women blessing the man with their own power.

This is something that has never ever happened until now.

But unbeknownst to the young woman, even if they actually bestowed just their energy upon the man the changes would still be inevitable.

What was the 'this' the three women spoke about?

—Oh. They wanted the man.

...What was this then?

It was...

A Rebirth Ritual.

—BOOOM.

Just as the girl's furious scream erupted in the room, at the same time a beam of immense and overwhelming power surged from the man's 'new' body, and exploded the ceiling from the dragon's painting as it ascended the heavens.

Where were they now?

The Dragon's Realm/The World of Dragons/The Planet of the Dragons, Drakhara, Capital City of Tiamathyr.

Half of the Capital, not only this colossal palace, but a half of Tiamathyr that's 5x Earth's size shook as the sudden explosion of power alerted every single being within the vicinity.

So a land that's 2.5x Earth's size shook by the sheer magnitude of this uncontrolled power.

It was...too beautiful...for them. A mix of colors; grey, black, crimson with white and blue hues, and the most dominant were the lighten blue and blood red.

...To say the three women at the table were surprised would be an understatement. They were beyond flabbergasted, beyond gobsmacked!

'What kind of bullshit is this???' They all thought in utter disbelief in unison; they never expected something like this to happen.

"Im- Impossible!" Shouted the black-haired woman with her grey eyes wide-open.

While the blue-haired woman simply watched with intrigue, the red-haired woman's face was a blushing mess.

She leaned forward in her seat and embraced herself with both her arms, as she watched the vision in front of her.

She was biting her lips hard, and she gazed down at the still unconscious man with a crazed and predatory gaze.

Yes... The main reason for their "interest" wasn't just due to the man's character, but also his real potential, and his real identity which he also needs to know.

And now this...

To say this is the first time they see someone like him would not be an exaggeration.

Again, the same thought occured in the three's minds: '...We really hit the jackpot.'

While the three were in their own thoughts, Azuraelle, despite seeing more 'colors' in this surge of power than she expected, was in her own world.

As she watched this with her eyes darkening and both her hands on her face.

She had to 'force' herself out of her rage for now!

She must be in her full-loving mode and engrave this vision in her brain!

The Birth of a new Greater Dragon God with an ever greater potential.

Make no mistake, it is only this power that will be classified as a High-Class Dragon God level.

Not his physical strength, speed, durability, etc, and not even his spiritual prowess.

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