Elowen Voss’s voice rang out across the colosseum—bright, almost giddy with excitement.

“Next match: Venya Nightshade versus Mariana Marinova!”

The crowd’s reaction was immediate and split down the middle.

Commoners erupted—fists pumping, voices hoarse from cheering.

“VENYA! VENYA! VENYA!”

Nobles leaned forward in their seats—smirks sharp, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Mariana Marinova stepped onto the arena floor first.

She moved with the serene, liquid grace of a goddess descended to mortal ground. Her long aqua hair flowed behind her.

The academy uniform hugged her soft, voluptuous figure in ways that felt almost blasphemous: clinging to every exaggerated curve. Her massive breasts—full, heavy, impossibly round—strained against the thin white-gold trim of her blouse,

Her hips flared dramatically—wide, fertile, swaying with hypnotic rhythm—accentuating the way her short pleated skirt rode up just enough to expose the tops of her thick, plush thighs.

Her emerald-green eyes shimmered with divine calm, long lashes dewed with mist; full lips curved in a gentle, almost pitying smile that promised both salvation and drowning.

The nobles’ section buzzed.

“The Marinova lineage…”

“Descendant of the Water Goddess herself…”

“Commoner doesn’t stand a chance.”

Venya Nightshade strode out next—raw, primal power wrapped in seductive crimson.

The dragon girl moved like a predator who knew she was the apex. Her white-and-red uniform was tailored to sin: The fabric stretched taut over her impossibly full chest. While her waist cinched dramatically before exploding into wide, powerful hips that rolled with every step.

Her thick thighs flexed beneath thigh-high stockings, crimson scales shimmering along the exposed skin like molten lava.

Massive dragon membrane wings—leathery, blood-red—spread halfway behind her, casting dramatic shadows; curved black horns swept back from her forehead, and her long tail swayed lazily, the spade tip flicking with barely-contained excitement.

Her red eyes burned with feral hunger, fangs peeking in a wide, dangerous grin; every movement made her body jiggle—breasts bouncing heavily, ass swaying hypnotically—radiating raw, sexual dominance that made the air feel hotter.

The commoners lost their minds.

“DRAGON WIFE! DRAGON WIFE!”

Mira Hale’s voice followed—smooth, professional.

“On one side: Venya Nightshade—the first humanoid Veythar dragon to compete in academy history. Wife of Aiden Nightshade!”

Venya flared her wings wide—chest thrusting forward proudly—drawing a thunderous cheer from the commoners.

“On the other: Mariana Marinova—the soft beauty. Direct descendant of the ancient Water Goddess Marinova, heiress to one of the oldest divine bloodlines still walking this earth.”

Elowen couldn’t help herself—voice rising with excitement.

“Yes… she is none other than the living descendant of a Goddess.”

The noble section erupted in smug murmurs.

Venya blinked—then her grin stretched impossibly wider.

“Descendant of a goddess?” she repeated—loud, thrilled. “So cool!”

Mariana faced her—expression cool, serene, almost pitying.

“You’re far too excited,” she said softly—voice carrying like clear water over stone. “For someone about to taste dirt.”

Venya laughed—bright, feral, tail lashing behind her.

“Not gonna happen.” She jabbed one clawed finger toward the highest gallery—straight at Aiden. “My Lord promised Venya a reward after Venya crushes Decendent.”

Mariana’s calm mask didn’t waver.

“Then forget it. You’ll never know what the gift was.”

Venya’s red eyes flashed—excited, hungry.

“Challenge accepted~”

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Back in the highest gallery—

Ela Voss leaned forward slightly—hands clasped tight in her lap—amethyst eyes wide with worry.

“I hope she doesn’t get hurt…” she whispered, voice small but genuine, gaze fixed on Venya’s confident stride below.

Aiden tilted his head toward her.

“Don’t worry,” he said—voice low, warm, edged with that unshakable confidence. “Venya can handle this. I know my lovely wife.”

From the arena floor far below, Venya glanced upward—red eyes finding Aiden instantly—and flashed a wide, fanged grin. She raised one clawed hand in a playful wave—wings giving a quick, proud flare for emphasis.

Aiden lifted his free hand—waving back casually, the rest of his wives following suit in a loose, affectionate chorus of gestures.

Lysandra—chin still resting lightly on Aiden’s shoulder—spoke next, her tone soft and melodic, almost soothing.

“You heard him.”

Thristle bounced once on her seat—eyes sparkling with unrestrained excitement.

“Yes! Venya is very strong. Just watch the fight—she’s gonna crush it!”

Nayla—lounging with her usual lazy sensuality—murmured from behind Aiden, lips pursed in faint doubt.

“Mmm… but she’s up against the descendant of a Goddess.”

Aiden didn’t even turn around.

“Nayla…” he called—voice calm, final, carrying that dark velvet edge that always made her spine straighten.

“Yes, my dear husband?” she answered instantly—tone shifting from skeptical to attentive in a heartbeat.

“Believe in her.”

He didn’t raise his voice.

He didn’t need to.

Nayla blinked—doubt flickering for one more second—then leaned back against the concrete. A soft, almost sheepish smile curved her lips as she closed her eyes.

“Yeah…” she murmured. “My bad.”

Then—a small, pitiful sniffle broke the moment.

Everyone’s heads turned.

Liana sat a little apart, beside Ela—knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them—lower lip trembling dramatically. A single glistening tear rolled down her cheek.

“The meany nurse…” she whimpered—voice thick with exaggerated grief. “She threw me out like trash…”

The entire gallery stared at her—nervous smiles twitching across every face.

Vegia—patted her shoulder awkwardly.

“She’s still at it.”

Liana sniffed again—louder—burying her face in her knees.

“I just wanted to cuddle Onii-chan… is that so wrong…?”

Ela bit her lip—trying not to laugh.

Venya leaned over—whispering conspiratorially.

“You can cuddle me if you want~”

Liana peeked up—eyes watery but mischievous.

“Promise?”

Venya grinned—opening her arms wide.

“Anytime, cutie.”

Liana sniffled one last time—then crawled over and flopped beside Nayal—curling up like a contented cat.

“Deal.”

Aiden watched the entire exchange with one raised brow—then shook his head fondly.

“She is gonna regret her life decisions.”

—

Mira’s voice rang clear.

“Begin!”

Mira’s voice rang out.

“Begin!”

Mariana moved first—graceful, precise.

She raised one hand—palm up.

Water coalesced instantly—swirling into a perfect sphere the size of a carriage wheel—then split into dozens of razor-thin blades. They hung in the air—glinting—before streaking toward Venya like arrows of liquid glass.

Venya didn’t flinch.

She spread her wings wide—crimson membranes catching the light—then snapped them forward.

A shockwave of raw draconic mana exploded outward—hot, red, crackling.

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END OF CHAPTER : 292 : LINEAGE OF THE WATER GODDESS!

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