Then two hands slowly rose up.
Under the control of the purple-haired girl, Shami’s hands pressed down on the rising and falling left part of the purple-haired girl’s chest through her clothes.
Shami stared blankly at the purple-haired girl.
"All right, that’s it..."
The purple-haired girl’s lips trembled.
"Think of this as a reward... today’s reward... is to this extent, we can’t go further..."
Elze quickly turned around.
Shami was completely confused.
Why did the Dragon Race Maiden suddenly let me press her chest?! It sounds so strange no matter how I think about it!
At that moment, a flash crossed Shami’s mind.
Recalling the purple-haired girl’s words, she must be thanking me for the barbecue today.
I’ve heard that, in ancient times, some races had the custom of exposing their bellies when apologizing.
Could it be that in the Dragon Race, you show gratitude by letting people touch your chest?!
"Live and learn, Elze, I’ve learned something new. So, in the Dragon Race..."
"Yeah, yeah... let’s not mention this topic anymore, I’m going to sleep... the tent zips from the inside..."
Is the Dragon Race this conservative? That’s what you’re trying to say, right? Who knows about other dragons? Anyway, she’s really conservative!
Elze didn’t even listen to the end, embarrassedly cutting off Shami’s words.
"Wait, you can’t go yet."
"Don’t be so greedy, are you thinking about the right one?!"
"No, it’s time to work."
"Huh? Isn’t it nine-to-five?"
"Elze, our nine-to-five means working for a total of eight hours a day, with flexible working hours. Nine-to-five suggests having breakfast at nine in the morning and dinner at five in the evening."
The purple-haired girl felt she was completely hoodwinked.
But with such good other benefits, she could reluctantly endure this part.
The purple-haired girl hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and followed Shami’s footsteps.
The two of them walked beside a cage, inside which was a Minotaur captured in battle during the day.
Shami pointed at the Minotaur.
"Elze, do you remember the favor I asked you for? —— This is it, within one night, can you transform into this Minotaur?"
The purple-haired girl was momentarily stunned.
"So that’s what it’s about ⊙_⊙."
Then what was the point of letting you touch me just now?!
"Hmm, hmm, ah... I can do it. So then..."
"I want you to transform into this Minotaur and infiltrate the Minotaur Tribe to gather intelligence for me."
"Like a double agent?"
"No. To put it nicely, it’s being an undercover agent."
Shami shook his head, then looked expectantly at Elze.
Elze examined the Minotaur closely.
"For one night... it’s possible..."
"Then I’ll leave it to you. I’ll assist you from the side. That Minotaur drank a lot of sleeping potion and is knocked out, it won’t wake up for a while."
Shami handed over the lead to the Dragon Race Maiden and stood aside.
The Dragon Race Maiden approached the Minotaur and examined its appearance carefully.
Minotaurs generally like to hang various iron rings on their horns and wear circular ornaments on their arms.
The purple-haired girl glanced around, and she had basically got it.
Stepping out of the cage, she put her hands on the hem of her clothes, and slowly began to take off her top.
As soon as her smooth, slender waist and stomach were exposed, the purple-haired girl suddenly stopped, looking fixedly at Shami, who was squatting to one side, holding a torch, quietly watching her.
"I can’t transform while you’re watching ."
"I was thinking of using the torch to gather some light for your transformation..."
"That kind of thing is unnecessary! Holding the torch is just an excuse to see more clearly, right!"
Shami blew out the torch.
"Then taking your clothes off is..."
The purple-haired girl quietly explained.
"I can’t transform with the opponent’s clothes on, and the body shape won’t match after transformation either. So I can’t wear this outfit to transform! This outfit will burst! So I have to take it off!"