The Dragon Race Maiden quickly covered her eyes with her hands, leaving only a gap between her fingers to steal a glance at Shami.
Shami had already taken off his shirt, revealing his upper body.
The Dragon Race Maiden secretly swallowed her saliva.
Shami’s figure was quite captivating, the maiden even felt an urge to touch.
"Elze, wouldn’t it be much easier to transform into me by seeing my body directly?"
Shami reasoned based on the characteristics of chameleons.
"That’s right, the sensory image can better acquire pheromones, and these pheromones play a regulatory role in transformation, making it easier for chameleons to blend into the environment and imitate others."
The Dragon Race Maiden muttered quietly, her gaze fixed on Shami’s bare upper body.
Seeing this, Shami began to emphasize his purpose for entering the Dragon Race Maiden’s room.
"Elze, Fata is the place with the strongest magic power on the continent, and it has always played a crucial role in the wars against the Demon King. Now, as the Demon King heading to Fata, I naturally need some measures to protect myself."
"It’s understandable, just like how a chameleon usually changes to the color of the environment when it enters a new setting."
Shami looked seriously at the Dragon Race Maiden.
"Therefore, we must complete the transformation work on the way. Before arriving at Fata, you need to be able to transform into my appearance one hundred percent. This way, if there are occasions where my presence is inconvenient, you can appear instead."
The Dragon Race Maiden was stunned for a moment.
"Wait, by saying so you’re completely making me a substitute! If anyone wants to assassinate you, I’d be wronged to death!"
A substitute is meant for such things, Elze.
But Shami still subtly changed the expression.
"No, no, no, Elze, opportunities and dangers coexist. Think about it, with my face and figure, many rich ladies might approach you at banquets."
"I’m not into that, why would I like such things!"
"Besides, am I the kind of boss who puts employees in danger? I mean, sometimes it’s necessary for you to appear in public with my face, so I can act without suspicion or burden in the dark."
The Dragon Race Maiden frowned.
It felt like Shami’s mention of "acting in the dark" was not something decent, but thinking of his identity as the Demon King, it seemed fine.
Shami approached the Dragon Race Maiden.
"If you replace me publicly, then I’m like an invisible dead man. Sometimes dead men are more useful than living ones."
"Well, alright then..."
If it was about attending some banquets as a substitute for Shami, the Dragon Race Maiden was still quite willing.
Shami smiled and opened his arms.
"Come over, Elze, feel free to use me."
The Dragon Race Maiden’s face blushed, she sat at the edge of the bed and began to examine Shami carefully.
Now the results of daily physical training were displayed.
Shami didn’t need to exert, his hands naturally opened at his sides, and the beautiful muscle lines of his body were perfectly displayed.
The Dragon Race Maiden tilted her face, stared for a while with anticipation in her heart.
It felt like Shami’s body was even better than when they met at the beach.
Not to mention licking it, even just touching it would feel memorable.
"Elze, since it’s about gathering pheromones through sensory perception for transformation, merely visual might not be enough. You can use other senses freely, treat me like a statue."
Wow, is there such a good thing?
The Dragon Race Maiden slightly opened her mouth.
"Then I’ll use my hands to gather pheromones."
The Dragon Race Maiden slowly lifted her hands, her palms gently landed on Shami’s abdominal muscles, fingertips moving slowly, feeling the undulating contour like little hills.
Her small hands slowly moved upwards, the Dragon Race Maiden touched Shami’s chest, seemingly encountering something hard.
The Dragon Race Maiden’s fingers stiffened for a moment.
This... is the Demon King’s raisin!
She actually touched such a thing, might she be the first to touch the Demon King’s raisin!
Why did she feel like such a pervert!
But Shami, allowing her to touch , was the real big pervert!
"Elze, are there particularly many pheromones near the raisin?"
The Dragon Race Maiden snapped back to reality, quickly looking up at Shami’s face.
Shami had a strange expression.
"You’re squeezing quite joyfully."
"Yes. The more private the place, the more pheromones need gathering."
The Dragon Race Maiden paused for three seconds, then nodded seriously accepting the mistake.
She was simply addicted unconsciously!
Actually believed it?!
The Dragon Race Maiden, touching a man for the first time, did so more avidly.
"Elze, maybe I should lie on the bed, this way I can’t display my upper body properly to you."
Shami shifted a bit, embarrassed to say his body was ticklish from her touch, thinking this itchiness might reduce if lying on the bed.
The Dragon Race Maiden quickly moved to make room.
Shami lay down on the bed, the Dragon Race Maiden knelt beside him, continuing her journey touching the Demon King.
Information gathering is needed for transformation, indeed, but the Dragon Race Maiden had never gathered information .
Previous transformations were mostly through close observations, gathering visible pheromones from transformation targets and then fantasizing with some body art magazines, combining book and reality for transformation.