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For Nagas: How to Survive Your Dungeon! (BL)

Updates @ 13:00 (+8 GMT) Naga can be many things. Yet, none had ever been a dungeon core. Chavu is one, after two hundred years of service to the old one, which was smashed as he napped in his pond cavern. Marcellus greets him with a bloody sandal, yet, Chavu has never felt too much fear of anything. Well, maybe of flutes, but that is a perfectly reasonable fear. Together with a gnomic colony, and a prince who doesn’t quite know what he is doing, Chavu will take up the system, or, the snappy auntie, as he calls her, on her challenge. Does he have what it takes to survive as a dungeon core? Will he rake in a profit? This is a journey of a dungeon core, who doesn't play by the rules!

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Chapter 67: Careful and slow

Chavu made sure that he was being extra careful with Marcellus's burns. Letting the soap just ghost over them. Marcellus was leaning back, with eyes closed.

The Naga was glad that Marcellus was at peace, yet he wanted to see his red orbs shining with mirth. Marcellus's eyes were the best part of him, as far as Chavu was concerned. The windows to his soul.

Calm, betraying amusement, or warning of worry. Chavu could stare into those orbs forever.

When Marcellus was soaped all over, apart from his neater regions, Chavu used the soap on himself.

"I am not entirely clean," Marcellus protested. Chavu blushed at that and kept rubbing the soap on his skin.

"You can wash yourself down there just fine. Now, rinse already. I know how much you dislike the cold water," Chavu managed to get out with minimal stuttering. Marcellus chuckled from behind him and dived in the water.