Driven by the soft tongue, his will could not control his body’s instincts, and a tender [Thunder-Strike Spear] shot out from Lore’s cloaca.
When the Thunder-Strike Spear, covered in red blood vessels and lubrication, first shot out, Mother Zinogre was a bit surprised.
However, she quickly assumed it was just a reaction to the pup needing to relieve himself,
which instead made her wrap her tongue around the Thunder-Strike Spear even more vigorously, licking it gently.
Although the Zinogre had “wolf” in its name, it was essentially a member of the Fanged Wyverns.
Normally, they kept their Thunder-Strike Spears concealed inside their cloacas.
This made it easy to accumulate dirt and grime during non-active periods.
The thick yellow substance clinging to the Thunder-Strike Spear did not disgust Mother Zinogre.
Instead, it made her focus on the hygiene of that area, as her soft tongue, covered in saliva, kept scraping against the spots with the most accumulation.
clearing away all the filth bit by bit.
Under the repeated rubbing of the tongue wrapping around the tip of the spear, the entire shaft shook uncontrollably a few times.
More and more blood began to rush into the Thunder-Strike Spear, making the Dragon-Striking Spear, which had only just peeked out like a budding lotus, look majestic in an instant.
Lore half-drooped his tongue and closed his eyes.
“Since I can’t resist, I might as well accept it…”
Though he said that, in reality…
it was actually quite comfortable.
Seeing something she had never seen before pop out of Lore’s cloaca, Luna was quite startled.
As a female wyvern, she naturally did not have that thing.
Amidst her surprise, her pup instincts also drove her to take a few more looks.
After just a moment, she too began to assist in licking from the side, mimicking the adult female wyvern.
This shocked Lore so much that he let out several roars, trying to stop the two female wyverns’ actions.
Although this was a perfectly normal cleaning behavior for beasts or wyverns, for Lore, who had just crossed over, it was truly hard to accept for a moment.
However, Lore’s roars made the two female wyverns mistakenly believe they were hurting him, so they slowed down the swirling of their tongues and began to move them even more gently.
The alternating fast and slow speed stimulated Lore even more, causing the Thunder-Strike Spear to shake increasingly violently.
Finally, as the broad, moist tongue swept away the last bit of filth on the tip of the spear, and as the tender, clumsy tongue probed out the grime hidden at the opening of the cloaca,
Lore’s Thunder-Strike Spear could finally endure no more, unleashing his first burst of thunderous power with his pup body!
Shuu!
The Thunder-Strike Spear, which had just been cleaned, was once again covered in transparent liquid.
It even sprayed onto the ground due to the sheer force,
and even the heads of the two female wyverns were covered with the fluid.
Since his pup body was not fully developed, no essence had been produced in his body yet.
This liquid led Mother Zinogre to mistakenly believe that her tireless efforts had successfully helped the pup relieve himself.
Instead, she let out a pleased and satisfied low growl, shook her head to fling off the fluid, and then curled her tongue once more to clean the wet mess hanging from Lore’s Thunder-Strike Spear.
“Holy crap?!
Again?!”
Lore couldn’t take it anymore.
Anyone who had “taken off” before knew that after that moment, the spear becomes super sensitive.
Being wrapped in warm moisture once again, Lore’s body began to shake uncontrollably!
His stiffness was gradually fading along with the intense electric sensation traveling up the Thunder-Strike Spear.
His originally numb muscles instead became tingly and prickly.
Under the alternating cleaning of the two female wyverns, the highly stimulated Lore finally regained control of his body.
He flipped over like a flopping fish and took a panting leap backward.
“No, no, if this keeps up, I’ll become a ruined wyvern!”
Although he said that, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and his heart began to pound wildly for no reason.
He hadn’t even realized it himself,
but the door to a new world had already been pushed open by him.
Seeing Lore fully recovered, Mother Zinogre’s eyes lit up, her heart filled with joy.
Meanwhile, Luna rushed into Lore’s embrace with whines of excitement, wagging her tail like a puppy to express her joy at his recovery.
Lore gently patted Luna’s back, trying to tell her that he was fine.
Mother Zinogre also leaned in, licking Lore’s cheek to express her previous worry.
Seeing this, Luna also began to lick him, mimicking her mother.
At first, Lore quite enjoyed this warmth after surviving the ordeal, and a sense of warmth kept rising in his heart.
But soon, he suddenly realized something.
His heart skipped a beat!
“Wait!
What did you two just do with your tongues?!”
Thus, a mournful howl that left the two female wyverns utterly baffled echoed from the cave…
It seemed that Lore still had a very long way to go to adapt to the ecological habits of a Zinogre~
…
After the minor farce, the three wyverns curled up in the cave and slowly fell asleep.
They were too tired.
Setting aside Lore and Mother Zinogre, who were already exhausted from the battle,
even the little one, Luna, who hadn’t participated in the fight, was mentally exhausted from the torment of her inner fears.
That day, they slept very soundly—
seemingly the soundest sleep they had had in months.
There was nothing better than having their revenge exacted to bring them a peaceful dream.
When they woke up again, it was already the evening of the next day.
Lore was the first to open his eyes.
He pushed aside Mother Zinogre’s broad tail covered in charged fur, stepped onto the ground, and stretched lazily to his heart’s content.
After loosening up his muscles and bones, he ate a few bites of Leftovers to heal his bodily wounds.
As he moved around, Lore once again saw Mother Zinogre’s unhealed wound.
Aside from being shocking to look at, it also made Lore’s heart ache.
Although she was not his biological mother, her behavior of treating him as her own and her eagerness to protect her pup deeply moved Lore, who used to be human.
Looking at the fading light of the setting sun casting over the cave entrance, Lore made a decision.
“I don’t know how many days that Zinogre’s corpse will last us.
I need to master the knack of Zinogre hunting as soon as possible!”
Admittedly, Lore had used the power of the System combined with his own fighting spirit to defeat that Tyrant Zinogre.
But deep down, he knew very well that it had been a battle fought with everything he had, and even a lucky victory at that.
Without the wounds Mother Zinogre had inflicted on the enemy’s vital spots, without the rare clear sky at dawn, or without the mistake the Tyrant Zinogre made when launching its fatal blow against him—if any of these factors had been missing, the ultimate winner of That Battle would definitely have been that Tyrant Zinogre who had done so many evil deeds.
Moreover, the cost and side effects of That Battle were too great.
Unless it was a fight to the death, Lore felt he should temper his edge while still in his juvenile dragon stage.
The crisis had not been resolved, because this world was not only strange and bizarre, but also a place where the weak were prey to the strong.