Igret circles around Kailith once more, her eyes moving up and down, checking her more clearly, like a sculptor examining a block of marble.
"Show me how you walk," she says, pointing ahead with her finger, a long, elegant nail aimed at the throne. "Walk till my seat, and then come back."
"Umm... Okay," Kailith agrees, a little hesitant. She casually walks towards Igret's seat, her movements stiff and awkward.
Her legs had a clear distance between them, both of her palms were clenched into fists, and her back was arching backward a bit, probably because of her long height or just because of how weird it felt to walk while someone was watching her so intensely.
The way she walked, it felt like she was quite angry; her clenched fists seemed as if she would punch anyone the moment she stopped.
Upon arriving at Igret's seat, she turns around and walks back to Igret, stopping in front of her.
"Happy?" Kailith says, her voice a little sharp, a mix of defiance and discomfort.
Instead of answering, Igret looks behind her, at Ceres and Lamia, a silent question in her eyes.
Both of them shook their heads with dissatisfaction, their expressions a mix of pity and disappointment.
"Rough," Ceres says, her voice a soft, critical murmur.
"Very rough," Lamia adds.
Their statements felt like they were rating a contestant.
Kailith's lips twitch, a small, almost invisible movement that betrayed her growing anger. She was having enough of their bullshit.
"Are you all want my beating or what? It's not like I'm at a banquet. I came here to train and learn more about the charm element, not to walk around," she shouts, her voice echoing in the silent area.
Igret again looks back at Ceres and Lamia. They both shook their heads again, a synchronized motion that was both insulting and infuriating.
"Great voice, but rough when angry," Ceres says, a small, teasing smile on her face.
"Way rough," Lamia adds, her expression mischievous and mocking.
"You!..." Kailith was barely holding back her anger, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles were white. She really wanted to punch both of them in the face, to wipe those smug looks off theirs.
"Calm down, kiddo. Isn't this what you came here for? You are a dragon, you don't need any physical training. What you need is to max out your charms," Igret says, her voice a smooth, calming purr that was meant to soothe, but only served to infuriate Kailith more.
"Ahem... ahem... But I'm confident that I'm beautiful enough," Kailith says, not glorifying herself, but she was confident enough of her beauty.
"No doubt you are. You are already lucky enough to still have your sanity even after becoming a fallen dragon, and Most fallen dragons can only think about sex and even let their bodies rot without care," Igret replies, her voice a bit dark and serious.
"Ewww... Don't scare me like that," Kailith replies, taking a step back, a look of disgust on her face.
Igret only smiles faintly, a small, mysterious smile that didn't reach her eyes. "It is just how it is. Well, forget it, let me finally be on point," she says, going backwards and sitting back on her seat, her body a fluid motion of grace and beauty..
"You probably think that I'll teach you about different charm magic, essence stones, and killer moves, which is kind of true, but charm doesn't work like that," Igret explains, her voice a low, serious murmur.
"You have to be charming. The way you talk, the way you walk, sleep, show anger, smile, fight, cry—everything should sound charming to others. This will not only increase your charm skills but also its attacks by a huge mile."
"Umm... okay. So you're telling me to dress almost naked and flirt around with everyone to enhance my charms?" Kailith says, scratching her head with her index finger.
"That's very racist towards succubi," Igret adds with a not-so-happy look, her expression a mix of offense and disappointment.
She exhaled lightly, continuing her explanation, "Everyone can be charming in different ways. Some by being cute, some by being delicate, tsundere, kuudere, extrovert gal type, and many, many more which suit them."
"From first impressions, it is most likely that yours is the mature type, like a sugar mommy, I guess..." Igret says, her voice a thoughtful musing, a conclusion based on her observations.
"The fuck you mean mommy? Do I look that old to you? I'm not even twenty," Kailith shouts immediately, clearly offended by her words.
"Tch... Does she not know the meaning of sugar mommy?" Igret sighs to herself, a quiet sound of exasperation.
She raises her head, looking at the furious Kailith. "Not mommy, but sugar mommy. Have you read any romance books or seen movies? A rich older sister type, a grown-up female, always being sensually mature in every situation, not embarrassed to talk about dirty things, and spoils the main character rotten," she tries to explain, her voice patient, like a teacher explaining a difficult concept.
"But in the end, the main character goes with its fuck-ass toxic childhood friend anyways," Kailith adds, as if adding the humour.
"Yep... that's the one," Igret claps subconsciously, a small smile on her face, pleased that they understood each other.
"Ceres is also a prime example. She is quite the mature type, but she is a bit... umm well, forget it," Igret cuts off her own sentence, deciding that some things were better left unsaid.
"All I'm saying is to trust the process. I already heard how much of a hot headed spoiled brat you are, so if you laze around and don't cooperate with me, then I'll just send you back," Igret warns, her voice a low, serious tone.
"Don't worry, if I had not want to train then I wouldn't have come here in the first place," Kailith answers casually, her voice a mix of defiance and determination.
"Good, let me show you your room then. I'll train you from tomorrow," Igret says, standing up, her body fluid motion of grace and elegance.
Ceres and Lamia also stand up immediately, their movements a synchronized response to their leader's command.
"You can resume your own works," Igret waves her hand towards Ceres and Lamia while walking towards Kailith, a gesture of dismissal.
Both Ceres and Lamia bow their heads as Igret leaves the room.
Kailith also turns around, following Igret from behind, her footsteps echoing in the silent hallway.
They walk in the hallway and then go down a few floors, and before they knew it, they were already at the first floor of the church, just above the ground floor.
"I hope I don't have to climb up to the top floor every day to train," Kailith thinks to herself, not because she would be tired, not at all, but it surely would feel way too boring to climb stairs up and down every day.
As she was indulged in her thoughts, Igret stops in front of a big wooden double door, and so does Kailith, her attention pulled back to the present.
Igret raises one hand, opening the big door casually, "Here, it's your room."
Kailith looks inside, and her eyes widen in surprise. The room was very big, like very, very big, enough for fifteen people to live easily. There were six beds, eight windows, and four closets with so many different clothes already in them, a rainbow of colors and styles.
Normally, anyone would be more than happy to live in such a room, a palace of luxury and comfort.
But the problem was the people. There were already about thirty or thirty-five people in the room, most were females, each pretty in their own way, wearing different types of clothes, some elegant, some erotic, either sitting on beds or standing up, a kaleidoscope of beauty and desire.
While about five of them were young males, their presence a stark contrast to the females.
"Is she telling me to live with all of them? It's way too little space for so many people," Kailith thinks, having lived a life of luxury from birth, she was not comfortable with living with so many people, a lack of privacy that was suffocating.
Of course, Maruti and the others were an exception.
She turns to look at Igret, whose face was already guilty, not trying to make eye contact for some reason.
"T-too little —" Kailith was saying, but Igret immediately cuts off her sentence.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you might already be heavily pent up from your journey. It's too little people for you," Igret sighs, her voice a mix of apology and resignation.
"So much chaos is happening around the world, it has gotten hard to sneak in so many prostitutes, especially here at the church. Even then, that idiot Ceres took away half of them for her own," she adds, her voice a low grumble of complaint.
"Just bear it with them for a week, I'll prepare a few hundred more by next week for sure. You can also tell me your preferences, which gender you like more, male or female?" Igret asks, her voice a casual inquiry, as if she were asking about food preferences.
But Kailith just froze there, not even blinking her eyes. She couldn't process anything Igret was trying to say, her mind a blank slate of confusion and disbelief.
"W-what are you trying to say? Why are those people here?" Kailith asks in confusion, her voice a small, shaky whisper.
Igret looks inside the room, then back at Kailith, her expression a mix of confusion and more confusion.
"Errr... For you to fuck them, of course? They are top-tier prostitutes, you'll surely have a good time," Igret answers, her voice casual and matter-of-fact, as if she were offering a cup of tea instead of a room full of people for sex.
"Ewww... And what makes you think I want to fuck them?" Kailith says back in a high tone, her voice laced with disgust and disbelief. The very idea of being with someone else other than Maruti clearly disgusted her to the core.
"I mean, at one point, it would have been different if it were Alice, Brenna, or Ravenna, since we all are friends with benefits. But other than them..." Kailith thinks to herself, sticking out her tongue as if she tasted something disgusting.
Igret sees Kailith's reaction and suddenly felt like she had done something wrong, something that should have been absolutely normal.
She immediately shuts the door with a soft thud and turns to look at Kailith. "What's with that reaction? Aren't you a fallen dragon? You crave intercourse as much as we do," Igret says, her voice a mix of accusation and confusion.
"True, but I can handle it. Besides, I have a girlfriend. She is the best in bed," Kailith answers, crossing her arms proudly.
"No way. Look me in the eyes and tell me how many people you fucked while you were on your way here?" Igret asks desperately, narrowing her eyes to find any kind of lie.
"None, idiot. Now give me a quiet personal room," Kailith answers casually without any hesitation.
She was clearly right, and Igret couldn't find a trace of a lie either.
But this is what shocked her the most.
"You're joking right? This shouldn't be possible," Igret mutters, her voice a low, disbelieving whisper. She subconsciously starts chewing her nails.
This was her first time meeting such an exceptional fallen dragon. Even those lucky ones who managed to keep their sanity, even they needed hundreds of partners every day to keep their sexual urges in check.
"Well, that's a 'you' problem. I'm asking for the last time, are you giving me a personal room or not?" Kailith questions, her voice on edge as always.
Igret exhaled, calming her shock with a deep, slow breath. "Okay, come with me," she says, and starts walking again, her movements a little less graceful than before.
As they were on their way, she takes it as a chance to probe further.
"Is there some secret for holding back urges? Just what did you do?" she asks, her voice a low, eager inquiry.
"I don't know, many things. At first, I didn't even know what I was doing. Eating up buckets of medicines, biting my own flesh, and eating sour things whenever I felt like I was going fully insane," Kailith explains with a sigh, her voice a tired recollection of a painful period of that past.
"And luckily, I made my friend into my girlfriend. My mom helped me in it, I'm quite thankful for that. And most of the problems were solved just then," Kailith answers, stretching her limbs, a gesture of relief and freedom. Completely forgetting to mention about 'Descipline' essence stone which although came way later in life but it sure helps her a lot now.
"Having a living girlfriend is so amazing. My girlfriend has other girlfriends as well. But in a way, they are my sub-girlfriends. Errr... it's kinda hard to explain our relationship," she chuckles to herself that was both confusing and a little embarrassed.
"But still..." Igret mutters, still unsatisfied by the answer.
But before she could ask anything else, the destination was already up.
Igret opens the door, showing a normal room, simple and clean. "Here, this is a guest room. This should be enough, right?"
"Yep," Kailith answers directly, jumping on the bed with a soft thud.