CRUNCH!… Num! Num! Num!

“…”

CRUNCH!… Num! Num! Num!

“Is it that good?”

Watching a certain girl happily devouring the dragon egg shells, like they were the most delicious chips she had ever eaten, was quite the sight. Her cheeks bulged like a happy hamster’s as she munched away, humming between bites.

CRUSH!… Num! Num! Num!

“Better than good,” Victoria said, her words slightly muffled by a mouthful of obsidian crunch. “Want some? They taste like candy.”

“Sure, why not?”

I took a jagged piece of the obsidian eggshell from Victoria’s outstretched hand. The black obsidian shard was warm and still pulsing faintly with crimson light.

I lifted it to my mouth, ignoring the sharp, unforgiving edges, and took a bite.

CRUNCH!

“!!!” My eyes widened.

“Holy Mother of whores,” I breathed around the mouthful. “You weren’t kidding. This is… better than a goddamn juicy virgin pussy.”

Victoria, still naked and still my spitting image—just with an unsettling, ancient familiarity—giggled around her own crunching. She was sitting cross-legged on the ruined pedestal, completely unbothered by the fact that she’d just burst into existence and broken my brain in half.

“Told ya,” she said, flicking another shard into her mouth like popcorn. “Cosmic candy. Limited edition. Artisan crafted in the womb of a slutty goddess.”

“…”

I ignored her comment and tried to take another piece from the shell, but…

SLAP!

“Mine!” Vicky slapped my hand away with surprising speed, her red eyes flashing with a playful, predatory light.

“The fuck, Vicky?” I growled, rubbing my stinging knuckles. “It’s my egg.”

“My birthplace,” she corrected, pulling the entire remaining half of the egg into her lap like a prized treasure. “Finders keepers. Birthers eaters.”

“Birthers eaters is NOT a thing,” I snapped, trying to reach for another piece. “I’m the goddess here. I make the rules. And I say… SHARE.”

She ignored me and clutched that damn eggshell half like it was a lover, her fingers tracing the glowing crimson veins while she smirked at me. Naked, slick with egg fluid, and sitting there like she owned the damn place—fuck, she hadn’t changed a bit.

CRUNCH!… Num! Num! Num!

“Selfish bitch,” I muttered, crossing my arms under my two big mountains. “I’m your mother now, you must obey me.”

I tried to use my motherly authority. But the bitch simply sank her teeth into the shell like it was a soft cookie, grinning at me with her cheeks full.

“Mm~… tastes like trauma and childhood abandonment,” she said dreamily.

“YOU WERE BORN SEVEN MINUTES AGO!”

“Exactly,” she said, completely serious. “What kind of mother would snatch food from her newborn’s mouth?”

“…”

I opened my mouth to argue—then stopped. Because she was right, that was exactly what I was about to do.

“You want some?” she whispered. She broke off a small, jagged piece, no bigger than my thumb.

Before I could even answer—

CRUNCH!… Num! Num! Num!

She popped it into her own mouth.

‘Ugh!… what a bitch.’ I glared at her, but she just stared at me, her expression unreadable.

“…Yes,” I admitted, because honesty is important in this family of absolute degenerates. “I want some.”

She held up another small shard between two fingers, steam rising from it, glowing red like a candied ember.

Then.

With the SMUGNESS of a creature without shame:

She licked it.

Slow.

From bottom to top.

Tongue tracing the glowing vein like she was demonstrating her tongue techniques for an imaginary audience.

Which—let’s be honest—if there were an audience? Ten out of ten, they’d clap. Hard.

“Give me the shard.”

“No.”

“Vicky.”

“Morgi.”

“…”

We stared.

Two identical pairs of crimson eyes locked in a silent god-tier pissing contest.

“Fine!” I threw my hands up. “Keep your stupid, cosmic, magic shell candy! It’s probably full of calories anyway!”

“Pfffttt…” She blinked, then burst out laughing—a real, full-throated, body-shaking laugh that made the obsidian chips on her lap bounce.

“HAHAHAHA! YOU! HAHAHA! Calorie! HAHAHA!”

“I CAN BE CONCERNED ABOUT MY FIGURE!” I yelled because dignity was for lesser beings. “I have a divine physique to maintain!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, Morgana,” she wheezed, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye with the back of her hand. “You always knew how to make me laugh. You, the horny, soul-devouring, planet-impregnating goddess of breeding, are worried about calories?”

“I have standards.”

“You have THIGHS that could suffocate a minotaur.” She grinned. “And I know EXACTLY how you earned them. Don’t lie.”

“It was…” My cheeks heated. “It was cardio.”

“Yeah. Cock-dio.” She winked. “Good for the heart, great for the womb.”

“Go and fuck yourself, Vicky,” I said, my face burning. Because she wasn’t wrong.

“Oh… No, no, no.” She shook her head, throwing another piece of shell into her mouth. “This time I’ll be the one doing the fucking.”

“!!!” When she said that, I suddenly recalled the very reason why I wanted the dragon egg in the first place. The very reason that made me wait for six months.

The cock.

My dragon daughter’s cock.

‘Shit… now that cock has fallen in the hands or the legs of my twin bitch.’

I swallowed hard, my gaze slowly, deliberately drifting down past her flat, toned stomach, lower, past the silver thatch of hair between her legs, searching.

And found… nothing!

“Where is it, Vicky?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. “Where’s your cock?”

“My cock, Morgi?” She looked down at her own nakedness as if she were seeing it for the first time.

She was just… a girl. My twin, but a girl. Smooth, flat, and definitely cock-less.

A wave of… disappointment? Confusion?… washed over me. I’d spent months—six entire months—dreaming, fantasizing, planning the glorious, soul-shattering moment I’d finally be speared by that legendary dragon dick. My pussy had been doing kegels in anticipation. My cock had been staging protest rallies.

And now… nothing.

“Looking for something?” Victoria asked, her smirk widening. She knew. Of course, she knew. She was inside my head.

‘Herma, I know you have something to do with this,’ I mentally questioned my assistant, ‘and don’t bother hiding it.’

I had a suspicion that Herma had something to do with the disappearance of the name ‘Victoria’ from my status window, but at that time, I thought it was a bug or a glitch, and after I regained the memories of my time as the High Queen of the Unspoken Realm, I was able to detect the disappearance of my sister’s soul.

And now, by ‘coincidence’, the dragon girl that burst from the egg I laid was my long-lost twin.

[I apologize, Morgana] Herma’s voice echoed in my mind. [It was never my intention to hide it from you, but your sister requested that I do so.]

‘So you knew?’ I asked, my mental tone calm, but my rage building like a volcano. ‘Just show me.’

[Alright.]

Instantly, a wave of images and memories flooded my mind. Of the time that Victoria took over my body and her deal with Herma.

‘I see.’

My anger instantly vanished, replaced by joy and pride.

Joy that my twin sister was finally free from my soul, able to ‘live’ again.

Pride that it was my breeder’s abilities that made it possible.

‘I think the possibility of saving Mars’ shield wife is high now,’ I thought to myself.

‘If Vicky was able to gain a body of her own, so can Mars’s wife.’

“What are you smiling about, Morgi?” Victoria asked, interrupting my thoughts. “Thinking about something horny?”

“…”

“You mean horny like fucking yourself with your own dick?”

Yeah… I saw what Vicky did the moment she awakened for the first time. Unable to handle my new breeder body, she grew a long cock, twisted it, and shoved it up her pussy.

“And I was wondering why I woke up with my own cock inside me that day.”

Victoria’s shock was momentary, but utterly priceless. Her mouth hung slightly ajar, the half-chewed obsidian shell forgotten. Seeing that smug veneer shatter, even for a split second, was better than finding a lost continent of gold.

“H-How did you know about that?!” she spluttered, her voice losing its predatory purr and hitting an astonished octave. She quickly recovered, forcing a scowl. “Did you read my thoughts? That’s cheating, Morgi!”

“I didn’t need to read your thoughts,” I shot back, my giggles subsiding into a low, triumphant chuckle. “I have a much better source.”

“DEGENERATE,” she hissed. But her eyes… they weren’t just annoyed. They were calculating. I could see the wheels turning, trying to piece it together.

“SPEAKING OF—” I pointed at her empty crotch with deep, genuine concern. “Where is the dragon dick? I waited HALF A YEAR for that thing. I put more emotional investment into that cock than I did in my first marriage.”

“…”

She stared at me for a long, silent moment, then rolled her eyes.

“So what? You’re disappointed I came out… smooth?”

“I’m disappointed the prophecy of the Divine DRAGON Dick of Destiny has been CANCELLED,” I corrected.

“That was never a prophecy,” she replied.

“It was in my head.”

“That is not the same thing.”

“It should be.”

She tossed the LAST chunk of obsidian egg into her mouth and chewed with exaggerated slowness, eyes locked onto mine like she knew she had something I didn’t.

Her smirk widened.

“Relax, Morgi,” she said, brushing her obsidian-crumb–coated fingers against her thighs. “I didn’t say it was gone.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Just… on a little bit of a delay.”

“Delay.” I blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I’m a newborn, duh?” Vicky shrugged, a gesture that was all me. “My body needs to develop the good stuff. I’m not some cheap monster that pops out with a fully formed weapon.”

That was true.

Aside from the tiny black scales on her forearms and the two small horns hidden in her black hair, she was just a human girl with a draconic aura.

But still.

“How long will this ‘delay’ last?” I demanded, my hands itching to reach out and shake the answer out of her.

“A few days… maybe a week,” she said. “I don’t know. This is my first… no, my second birth… Mommy~”

“Hmm?” I narrowed my eyes, studying the familiar look on her face, that one that always said, ‘Hey, look at me, I’m hiding something.’

I tried to use my skill ‘Offspring’s Loyalty’ to mentally command her to reveal her dragon cock, but to my surprise, it didn’t work.

Why? Well, the reason is simple.

Vicky’s soul was merged with mine when I gained the breeder system; in essence, she was me, and I was her.

And that still stands.

Even after Victoria was reborn inside the dragon egg, the system still considers her as an extension of my own soul, not my ‘offspring.’

So in other words.

Victoria is the only one among my offspring that my skill cannot affect. The only one who has a ‘Free will,’ if you could call it that.

And that pissed me off.

I thought that I could use my skill to get some revenge for the things she did to me in the past.

Unfortunately, that option is gone.

Moreover, I started to worry about my own safety.

Victoria’s new body was created using parts from a dragon god, Lilith’s essence, my own essence, and I was stupid enough to give her blood magic, divine energy, plus a bunch of overpowered skills.

“Sigh… So I created my own nemesis.”

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