Sinking

Black’s mind went blank with a deafening buzz.

This sensual, intoxicating sight—with Alice half-naked, flushed, and trembling before him—was utterly lethal to his already burning desire.

A hot rush flooded his nose—warm liquid trickling down.

He wanted to cover his eyes.

Because if that happened,he didn’t know how he’d ever face Alice again.

His plan had always been clear:once the prologue ended, he’d leave.

He wasn’t supposed to form such a deep bond with this girl.

But it was too late.

Alice had lost all reason.

She lunged at him,her slick arms coiling around his wrists like vines—yanking his hands apart with surprising strength.

They tumbled onto the soft blanket,her lithe body clinging to him like an octopus,pinning him beneath her weight.

“Mmph…”

Black struggled, but his weakened state left him no match for her.

For the first time, he felt truly wretched—even more than when Red Dragon had stabbed him.

So this is how I lose my first time—

overpowered by a girl?

Alice’s eyes were no longer clear—only raw, primal hunger remained.

She straddled him,gazing down with hazy dominance,then began peeling off his clothes piece by piece.

Next, she shed her last silken undergarment.

Skin met skin—no barriers, no pretense.

The instant their bare bodies touched,both shuddered violently.

“I… we… can’t…”

She faltered—clarity flickering for a heartbeat—but before the words fully formed,the inferno in her veins roared back,drowning that last sliver of reason.

She lowered her head,her scorching red lips—confused, desperate—crashing onto Black’s parted mouth.

“Mm…!”

My first kiss… my innocence… gone.

Something inside Black snapped.

Soft. Wet. Burning.

A strange, intoxicating sweetness.

The moment their lips met,electricity surged through both bodies.

Alice let out a tiny, choked whimper—like a startled kitten—then deepened the kiss herself,her tongue shyly slipping into his mouth,nipping and exploring with clumsy urgency.

Consumed by lust,the two of them—cursed by the Green-Ringed Sea Dragon’s blood—surrendered to the most primal instinct in the cold, suffocating dark.

The crystal light dimmed further.

As their bodies finally joined,

Alice arched her neck,a broken, breathy moan escaping her throat.

That sound shattered Black’s last restraint.

His eyes bloodshot,he gripped her waist fiercely and flipped her beneath him.

“But… you can’t… disobey your superior…”

Her weak protest, laced with trembling submission,only fueled the beast within him.

Their naked forms moved together—urgent, desperate, colliding in the dimness.

Clothes lay forgotten in the corner.

Breath mingled with soft cries,a symphony of surrender and solace—as if, in this chaos and danger,they were clutching at the only warmth left in the world.

Above deck, twenty minutes had passedsince Alice and Black vanished into the safe room.

The battle raged on—cannon fire, clashing steel, draconic roars—a cacophony of slaughter.

Bodies littered the deck—human and dragon alike—blood pooling into indistinguishable crimson rivers.

This single ship’s casualties already exceeded yesterday’s total.

CLANG!

The captain barely managed to repel Black Dragon with a final, desperate strike.

Ever since his Iron Bastion shattered,he’d thrown his life into blocking both Black Dragon and Red Dragon.

His left arm gaped with a bone-deep wound,his tunic soaked in blood.

His greatsword trembled in his grip—yet he stood firm before the cabin door.

Black Dragon’s face was blacker than soot.

His perfect plan had unraveled—the princess escaped,and now this damned captain,fueled by reckless potions with crippling side effects,had burned through his own future just to delay them.

A Level 65 Warrior with nothing left to lose was terrifying indeed.

“You imperial dogs are truly loyal to a fault,”

Black Dragon sneered.

“Then die for it!”

His dagger erupted with inky black light—coiling into a venomous serpent that hissed along the blade.

Top-Tier Assassin Divine Skill: Shadowfang Devourer!

One strike—pierces the heart!

Though near death, the captain recognized the skill’s lethality.

He braced to activate a defensive warrior ability—but he had more than one enemy.

“Red Dragon—hold him!”

Red Dragon vanished into the shadows.

In a blink, she reappeared at the captain’s flank,her dagger lancing toward his throat at a vicious angle.

Forced to abandon his defense,the captain twisted aside—but Red Dragon seized the opening,kicking him hard in the chest.

He staggered back,crashing against the cabin door,coughing blood—yet his eyes burned with resolve.

“To kill the princess… you’ll have to walk over my corpse!”

Black Dragon’s patience snapped.

His dagger shot forward—the venomous serpent striking like death itself.

The captain raised his greatsword in a final parry!

CLANG!

The blade shattered—

a 4-star weapon no match for a 5-star assassin’s blade.

The serpent plunged into his heart,its fangs sinking into his still-beating core.

“CAPTAIN!”

The Dragon-Slaying Guards roared in anguish—but Azure, Indigo, and the others held them back.

“Dying by the Draconic Parliament’s blade is your honor,”

Black Dragon said coldly.

“Cough… So… it really is the Draconic Parliament…”

The captain looked down at the dagger in his chest,feeling his life ebb away—yet a grim, defiant smile curled his lips.

“For the princess!”

With his last strength,he seized Black Dragon’s wrist with his left hand,while his right palm blazed with searing golden light!

If Black had been there,he’d have recognized it instantly—the sign of a warrior condensing all remaining spiritual energy into a final, suicidal explosion.

One detonation—would obliterate the enemy…and reduce himself to ash.

Black Dragon’s eyes widened in horror.

“Shit! He’s going to self-destruct! Move!”

Too late.

The captain detonated.

A miniature sun erupted on the deck—golden light swallowing the world.

BOOOOM!

The shockwave ripped through the ship,hurling furniture, bodies, and sea dragons alike into the air.

Red Dragon was blasted into the railing,spitting blood.

Several Hammerhead Sea Dragons disintegrated,their carcasses sinking into the depths.

The Dragon-Slaying Guards were thrown to the deck—but none cared about their wounds.

All stared, tear-filled,at the spot where their captain had stood.

The old veteran, who’d guarded this vanguard ship for decades,had given his life—to buy the Second Princess one last chance to survive.