The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Lance, I beat someone up today."

When Lancelot returned home, he saw Isabella sitting on the carpet in the living room with her back to the door.

Her long silver-white hair cascaded down her back and spread out on the carpet, like shallow surging white waves, with slightly undulating arcs.

The elf was a little surprised and asked gently, "Who made you unhappy?"

After walking around the sofa and squatting down in front of him, Lancelot realized that Isabella had let out her tail.

Isabella said nothing.

She puffed out her cheeks and her thin white nails were digging into her scales.

She was a little confused.

I was very angry with Arthur just now, but after the real beating, I saw that the boy was smiling all the time, his face was red from the hammer of her tail, and he still indulged her in her nonsense, and I felt a little unreasonable for some reason.

She wanted to drive Jenny away for two reasons.

One is that she really hates Jenny.

Every time I see Lydia being bullied and still enduring it silently, I hate the iron. I wish I could pick up the black-haired cat by the back of her neck and shout in her ear, "Stand up!" !”

Lydia herself has a peaceful mind.

She said that patience is only temporary. In the future, if she leaves the human race and survives independently, she will no longer tolerate Jenny.

Isabella: ...so complicated.

Miss Dragon seems to understand the intricate relationships among human beings.

Since Lidia has her own ideas, she can't force her to stand up.

And the second reason...

It's about her own selfishness.

Jenny and Arthur's engagement, no matter what the reasons are, for Isabella, this is a "deviation from the original plot".

It seems that starting from some unknown details, the train that was supposed to be running on the normal road quietly changed its track.

change.

For someone like Isabella, who just wants to fish in troubled waters, has no ambitions, and happily eats and drinks every day.

is the most anxious.

Although Isabella quickly made a bunch of excuses to comfort herself, saying that she just didn't remember all the plot and missed the role of Jenny in the early stage.

She was very proactive and decided to personally put the plot back on track and asked Eric to find the real heroine of the original book for her.

But there was always a slight sense of uneasiness lingering in her heart.

I learned a word in my previous life called the butterfly effect.

I just don’t know how much impact this small change will have on the future.

"...Arthur."

"Did you fight with Arthur?"

The two often had small fights in the past, and most of them were started by Isabella. But Arthur would never be angry with Isabella.

I believe it will be the same this time.

Thinking of this, the elf felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he quickly ignored it.

"It wasn't a fight, I beat him up unilaterally."

Isabella whispered.

She kept tugging at the scales, exerting unconscious force on her hands, and almost pulled the scales up by the roots.

Lancelot was horrified when he saw it, and he quickly reached out and pressed the back of her hand to stop Isabella from being cruel to him.

"ah."

So cool.

Isabella had a clever idea, and her tail in her arms straightened up.

The elf's body temperature was on the low side, Isabella's mood had fluctuated greatly just now, and the temperature of her tail was also higher than usual.

It was like an ice cube suddenly stuck to the flame, "sizzling" and almost extinguished the fire.

"Excuse me."

Lancelot was also startled and quickly retracted his hand.

He also didn't expect Isabella's tail to be so hot.

This has never happened before.

"Bella, are you... okay?"

The elf felt a little embarrassed for a moment and looked down at his cold fingertips.

His fingers paused in mid-air.

He hesitated to get closer to Isabella, but had many worries in his heart. She was worried that her body temperature would be lower than others, which would make her dislike it.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay."

Isabella took the initiative to hold the elf's hand, hooked her soft fingers with his, and said openly: "I guess it's summer, and the original heat dissipation effect has become worse. Recently, my tail has often been hot, especially when my mood changes. When I was older."

This has happened several times.

But each time it didn't last long, so I didn't tell the elf.

Seeing that the elf seemed really frightened by her scream just now, with a vague expression of remorse on his face, Isabella couldn't laugh or cry.

She simply grabbed his finger and rubbed it on her face.

Affected by the size of the forelimbs in dragon form, after turning into human form, Isabella's hands were also small and could only barely wrap around the elf's three fingers.

Tugged.

Huh?

It didn't even move.

She simply put down her other hand holding the tail, held the elf's wrist with both hands, and pulled it forward.

"Ouch──"

The force seemed too strong.

He ran directly into Lancelot's arms.

"boom!"

The elf was half squatting on the ground, his center of gravity was unstable, and he was hit by Isabella like a small cannonball.

The two of them rolled into a ball on the ground.

I don't know who stepped on someone's clothes, plus a huge dragon tail, Lancelot was placed under Isabella, and no one could get up from the carpet for a long time.

When Isabella got up dizzy and sat up with her hands on her hands, she realized that she was actually sitting on the elf's lap.

what……

This touch...

Isabella was a little surprised.

The elf looks tall and slender on the outside, but he didn't expect that he feels so good under his clothes. The muscle lines are smooth but not exaggerated, and contain a strong sense of strength.

Even compared to the rough-skinned and thick-skinned epee warrior Arthur, he is not far behind. Isabella always thought that the elf was a squishy mage, but now it seems that he should be very good at fighting.

Isabella's fingers were ready to move, and she wanted to poke her more and more.

"Bella..."

The elf's voice in his ears was a little unsteady, like an extremely suppressed calm under a violent storm.

Isabella turned her head and whispered "Yeah".

The girl's voice was slightly surprised.

The big tail stretched across the elf's body at some point, and its exaggerated size had the illusion of crushing the elf.

Isabella felt guilty for a second, and quickly and quietly removed her tail.

Sure enough, the elf's originally fair and cold face was now tinged with a thin red color starting from his neck, going up the side of his face, and even the ends of his eyes were stained with red.

Isabella said cautiously: "Lance, are you okay?"

This conversation seemed like it was just a few seconds ago.

"I didn't crush you, did I qwq"

Or... got her tail burned?

Oh my god, looking at that increasingly red face, Isabella's eyebrows knitted together.

She decided to take back her previous thoughts. The elf was indeed a thin-skinned mage, and it wouldn't work if she just pressed it with its tail. Compared with Arthur, who was beaten every day, he was like a beautiful piece of crystal that would shatter with the slightest touch.

The savage dragon lady thought ruthlessly:

Ah, it’s really useless orz.

Of course Lancelot didn't know what Isabella was thinking.

All kinds of emotions were in his mind, and a wave of heat surged from bottom to top. He closed his eyes, and his thick eyelashes kept trembling, blocking the stirring of gold in his eyes.

After a long while, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "Bella, can you... get up first?"

Isabella was a little reluctant.

For the first time, she discovered that sitting on the elf's lap felt amazing. It's not particularly hard, but it's not as soft as a pillow, and it's quite elastic.

Of course I want to sit there for a while.

So she acted coquettishly and deliberately provoked, stalling for time: "Oh, Lance, do you think I'm too heavy?"

"……no."

Lancelot took a breath.

Suddenly he raised his hand to cover his face, preventing Isabella from seeing his expression.

The unfamiliar heat spread from the small area of ​​​​the legs where the two people touched, along the limbs.

"Plop, plop."

Even the heartbeat is contaminated by the heat and amplified infinitely.

The elf's eyes were filled with chaos. In his white vision, he didn't know whether it was the color of his robes or other bizarre hallucinations.

too weird.

With his wandering mind floating in the air, Lancelot thought blankly that he could not go on like this.

He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Bella, if you don't get up, you will sleep alone tonight."

"……Oh."

The threat worked.

It's still too lonely to sleep alone. Without the support of midnight snacks, poor Miss Julong will be hungry from midnight until dawn.

No no no.

Miss Dragon rolled up and down.

The elf secretly breathed a sigh of relief as the source of the heat left, and slowly removed the sleeves that were covering his face.

The breath was stuck in his throat before he could finish relaxing it.

In front of his eyes was a face that Isabella was leaning very close to.

She was half lying on the carpet, resting her upper body on her elbows. As if he had discovered a new world, his beautiful misty blue eyes were sparkling with excitement and curiosity.

The full and rich red lips opened and closed in front of her eyes, and every word she spoke was sweet.

"Wow, Lance, your face is really red!"

Isabella was so excited.

She found that Lancelot smelled super good at this time.

It's several times richer than usual.

Isabella couldn't help but move closer, almost pressing her entire face against the elf. He took a sharp breath through his nose, grabbed the elf's long golden hair that was spread all over the place with his fingers, and closed his eyes excitedly.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo delicious.

It must be super delicious!

"B-Bella!"

Lancelot didn't have time to sit up, and saw Isabella moving like a wild boar, almost lying on top of him, so he reluctantly raised his hand to rest on her shoulder.

"Don't get so close, sit tight!"

But who knew that Isabella was unstoppable in front of food, and it couldn't be stopped by the elf reaching out to intercept her.

Even if her shoulders were blocked, she would continue to stretch her neck and move forward.

The two of them were tugging and tugging, relying solely on their own strength.

Suddenly, Isabella's elbow slipped, and her whole weight fell forward.

Lancelot watched helplessly as his face suddenly enlarged.

The next second, the corners of his lips warmed slightly.

The world suddenly became quiet.

The elf had been talking just now to prevent Isabella from getting closer. His lips happened to be slightly open, his teeth were white and neat, and he bumped into a small soft object.

Bite subconsciously and instinctively.

Carrying the sweet scent of Isabella's body, it was as soft as an intangible marshmallow. When you bite into something, it seems as if you don't feel anything at all, but your mouth is full of sweet fragrance that never dissipates for a long time.

The touch quickly brushed the corner of the lips and was fleeting.

Lancelot was completely stiff.

Even the hand on Isabella's shoulder forgot to use force.

But Isabella got up on her own and sat down on the carpet beside her again.

She covered her face with one hand and muttered in a low voice: "Oh, I hit my nose..."

After putting down her hand, the tip of the little girl's small and delicate nose turned a little red, and half a shallow tooth mark could still be seen vaguely.

She muttered, "It's not hard in other places, but the teeth are quite hard."

She was hit on the bridge of her nose and bitten on the tip of her nose. The pain made Isabella's eyes flash with stars.

In the dragon form, he can roll and stumble without feeling any pain, but in the human form, his skin is particularly tender and tender, and even his hair is extremely delicate.

Like a rose so tender that it can squeeze out water, the bright tooth marks on the bright white face were particularly conspicuous and did not fade away for a long time.

This is mainly because after the orcs turn into human form, their own characteristics will be suppressed to a certain extent.

Isabella has not yet entered adulthood, and the dragon's most powerful ability to recover quickly has not yet reached its peak. Therefore, in her current human form, she is as delicate as the most well-cared-for little princess in the human race.

But if she changes back to her dragon form now, she will no longer be suppressed. This small wound on the tip of the nose, which was not even broken, must have healed immediately in the blink of an eye.

But Isabella was too lazy to change back. All she could think about was continuing to have sex with the elf and putting all other things aside.

Take advantage of now!

Seize the opportunity!

Taking advantage of the elf's wandering mind, Isabella quickly pounced forward and successfully rolled to Lancelot's neck. Most of her face was successfully pressed against the blond hair at his temples.

Perfection! ! !

Isabella wanted to scream with joy.

She discovered that the strongest and most alluring source of Lancelot's delicious scent was the area on his neck near his ears.

Coupled with the blond hair hanging down on the side.

The meal and drinks are almost ready!

Miss Dragon opened her mouth happily——

Suddenly, caught off guard.

A sudden force pushed her out.

Isabella:? ? ?

Lancelot seemed to have finally remembered that he was good at magic, and summoned a gust of wind to move Isabella, who was clinging to him, to the far end of the living room.

The elf half-propped his body, pressed his forehead that was beating crazily, and breathed out heavily.

The strong restraint concealed the embarrassment and panic in his eyes, and the elf whispered, "Bella, I need to leave for a while. I can't play with you for the time being."

After saying that, he disappeared into the living room.