The door opened up in an instant, and in walked Max along with the flirtatious woman. They could be seen entering a room that seemed to belong to another world entirely.

The room was bathed in a deep crimson glow, the red lighting casting soft shadows across the walls and giving everything a warm, moody tone. At the center stood a massive bed raised slightly on a sturdy wooden stand. The sheets were dark, smooth, and neatly laid, the pillows stacked in perfect symmetry like they were awaiting a ritual rather than rest.

The walls were sleek and uncluttered, with lighting strips along the ceiling humming faintly, filling the room with that calm, almost hypnotic red hue.

A low nightstand sat beside the bed, holding a single glass and a dim lamp that melted perfectly into the glow. The air was cool, faintly scented with something metallic and sweet, and the whole atmosphere felt both quiet and heavy—like a space meant for deep rest or something much more intense.

"Isn't the room so romantic?" The woman asked with a sly grin, and the dragon nodded with a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

He twisted and turned his head slowly, scanning the room and taking in every inch of it with sharp, curious eyes.

Click!

The door shut behind them, the soft sound echoing faintly. The woman led Max straight to the bed while she stood in front of him, eyes glimmering like she was studying prey.

"Really? You are about to have fun with an escort?" Pix couldn't help but ask as she shimmered into view, throwing the dragon a sharp glance.

'Even a dragon needs to cool his head off sometimes,' Max chuckled inwardly.

"You are really a fool who has been granted power. I wonder how you even got your powers? Tch! You should be out there doing something worthwhile, something that grows your strength so you can be ready to face whatever threat comes your way. But here you are, about to have s*x? Pathetic." Pix scolded sharply before disappearing, leaving the dragon smiling like a fool.

"You made the right choice by choosing me instead of the others," the woman purred, her voice low and sultry. She grabbed the zip of her beautiful red dress and pulled it down slowly.

The dress slid off, leaving her standing in front of the dragon in a sexy red lingerie set that left little to the imagination. Max practically drooled as his eyes scanned her from head to toe.

"Because tonight, you might not want to go home after I'm done with you," she whispered, letting out a soft moan in between her words.

"Let's see your skill then," Max smirked, sitting properly as the woman catwalked toward him, her every step deliberate and teasing. Her hips swayed, her heels clicked softly against the floor, and with each step, her chest bounced slightly, making the dragon's eyes darken.

In a few seconds, she stood before him, and without wasting a heartbeat, she leaned forward, pressing her lips onto his. They locked into a passionate kiss.

Max wasted no time grabbing the back of her neck gently as his tongue intertwined with hers. The woman softly pushed him down onto the bed, her body sliding atop his.

She lay against him, kissing deeply, their legs interlocking as her breathing grew uneven. Her hands traced the lines of his face and chest, while Max's own hands wandered down her back, squeezing and smacking her butt playfully. The sound made her moan softly into his mouth as the heat between them intensified.

Another smack—this time harder made her yelp, and her tongue darted deep into his mouth, brushing against his throat before pulling back quickly. Max swallowed hard, his breath heavy, and they continued their heated exchange for a few more minutes before she finally pulled back.

She rose slowly from his body, her chest rising and falling as she smiled down at him.

"Kindly permit me to go and freshen up. I've been standing outside for quite a while, and I need to feel and smell fresh for my customer," the woman said with a bright, teasing smile, even going as far as squeezing her boobs slightly to emphasize her words.

Max only smiled back, his mind clearly running a thousand wild thoughts.

"Sure, I'll be waiting right here." Max smirked at her, and with that, she wasted no time exiting the room making sure to sway her hips and jiggle her ass with each step as she went.

The moment the door closed shut, the dragon let out a satisfied sigh before sinking deeper into the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling while both hands rested lazily on his chest.

'I wonder how Jim is holding up so far. I told him to hold on for ten minutes, and I think it's only been three minutes so far.' Max thought, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling as his hand slid behind his head for comfort.

Two more minutes drifted by. The dragon scrolled through his system screen absentmindedly, occasionally poking at a few options without any real purpose.

"I wonder how much longer she will ta…yawn!" Max suddenly yawned loudly, rubbing his eyes. "Why do I suddenly feel sleepy?" he muttered, blinking rapidly to stay awake. Another yawn escaped him, even louder this time, and his head began to grow heavier by the second.

He tried fighting it, shaking his head and sitting upright for a few moments, but his efforts were useless. Within minutes, his vision blurred and his thoughts slurred, fading into a haze as his breathing slowed. Soon, he was out cold—snoring softly at first, then gradually slipping into a deep, heavy sleep that filled the room with loud, rumbling snores.

A few more minutes passed before the quiet click of the door echoed again.

Footsteps followed.

But it wasn't the woman returning. Instead, five men stepped into the crimson-lit room, all dressed in matching gang attire—black jackets marked with faint streaks of blue. They shut the door silently behind them and began walking toward the bed where Max lay sprawled, snoring like a beast.

"Alright, it's time to take him along too," one of the men said in a low growl, his tone filled with grim amusement as he eyed the dragon.

"I can't believe there are still fools in this world," another man snickered. "His mistake was coming here and paying that ridiculous amount for the inn. He's practically begging to be robbed."

"Ahh…" the third man sniffed the air deeply and let out a satisfied sigh. "He smells nice… today will be great."

"Enough of the chatter. Before the drug wears off, we need to leave. Pick him up now," the first man ordered, his voice cutting through the air. In the dim lighting, his pitch-black eyes glimmered faintly—unnatural, almost inhuman.

"K," three of the men said in unison as they stepped forward. In a few seconds, they were beside the dragon, who was still snoring obnoxiously loud, oblivious to the danger surrounding him.

They reached out, each man grabbing hold of one of Max's limbs, trying not to wake him.

"Ah, fuck, his snore is so annoying," one of them muttered under his breath, grimacing as they prepared to lift him. But just as they tightened their grip…

The snoring stopped.

Abruptly.

The sudden silence sent a chill down their spines. The room felt heavier, darker.

"What took you all so long? I've been waiting for a while now," Max's voice broke the silence, low and cold, his eyes still closed.

"Huh?!" one of the men blurted in shock.

In the next instant, Max's eyes snapped wide open—two fierce, glowing yellow orbs cutting through the red light of the room like the eyes of a predator ready to hunt.

"You dare to sneak up on the great mythical Dragon Max, you puny little vessels of the demonic world? Die." His tone dropped into something ancient, something terrifying.

Tring!

[Flame Breath Activated]

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