Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209 You Want Both of Us at Once?

Chapter 209 You Want Both of Us at Once?

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A sharp smack cut through the air. Margarer snapped back to herself and landed a slap squarely on Tyrone’s shoulder.

It wasn’t hard. But the insult of it stung far worse than the blow itself.

Tyrone’s grin froze on his face. The black dragon hovering overhead went rigid midair, its enormous wings giving a bewildered, almost pitiful flutter.

Quentin let out a short, clipped snort from the sidelines.

“Make it smaller.” Margaret shot Tyrone an unimpressed glare. “How am I supposed to work with something that size? You want me to climb a ladder and give it a spiritual power treatment?”

Tyrone rubbed his shoulder and snapped his fingers in defeat.

Well. Ms. Greene is definitely not your average female.

The colossal black dragon shrank down in an instant, collapsing into a creature barely the length of an arm, crowned with two small horns. It wriggled through the air toward Margaret and nuzzled against her wrist, all but fawning.

Margaret grabbed one of its horns. Warm, soothing spiritual power flowed through her fingertips and into Tyrone’s depleted spiritual realm. The frayed nerve endings drank it in, and the searing, bone-deep pain that had been tearing through him finally eased.

Tyrone sagged back against the rock and let out a satisfied sigh…

Primo was screenshotting everything in her head at a frantic pace. “AAAAHHH! A dragon! Host, you’ve made it! You’re petting an actual dragon!”

Margaret worked her fingers over the little black dragon’s scales, which felt surprisingly good to the touch. She glanced up at Quentin. “Yours too?”

Quentin nodded. “White. Better-looking than his.”

Margaret gave a small nod. One black, one white-twin dragons. No wonder Timothy’s fox had been terrified.

“I’ll have you both release them together next time,” she said offhandedly.

Tyrone cracked an eye open, his green gaze glinting with mischief. “Ms. Greene, you want both of us at once? That’s a hell of an appetite.”

Primo piped up helpfully, “Host, he’s saying you want both of them.”

Margaret squeezed. The little black dragon let out a yelp.

Tyrone sucked in a sharp breath and hurriedly recalled his spirit beast. The majestic creature dissolved into a streak of dark light and vanished into the center of his brow.

“Ms. Greene, have mercy. I just barely pulled through, and now you’re trying to finish the job?”

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Chapter 209 You Want Both of Us at Once?

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Quentin let out another quiet, clipped laugh. He turned his wrist, and a ripple of spiritual power stirred. the air. A white dragon emerged-sleeker and more elegant than its black counterpart, scales gleaming with a cold, pearlescent sheen.

It flew silently to Margaret’s hand and pressed its horned head into her palm, its temperament a perfect mirror of its master,

Margaret stroked it idly. The scales were cool to the touch, the texture exquisite. She gave it a few extra rubs, and the white dragon closed its eyes in contentment.

“Why?” Tyrone protested, pointing at the fawning white dragon. “How come his is ‘well-behaved’ and mine got smacked?”

“Because the white one’s prettier.” Margaret pulled her hand back and dusted the sand from her clothes, her answer delivered with absolute conviction.

Tyrone sulked and accepted the defeat without another word, turning back to sort through the scattered gear.

Q-990 Planet was a barren planet through and through. No atmospheric circulation system, Constant sandstorms, laced with shards of metallic debris, scoured the planet’s surface.

The “backup storage depot” Tyrone had mentioned turned out to be an abandoned underground mining shaft converted into a shelter. The entrance was hidden behind a cluster of weathered boulders, nearly impossible to spot.

The three of them pushed through the wind and sand and descended into the dark. Margaret walked in the center. Quentin took point, using his body to block a chunk of rock torn loose by the wind. Tyrone brought up the rear, casually erasing their footprints as he went.

The interior of the depot was cramped. Stale engine oil hung in the air. Rusted storage crates were stacked in the corners, and a barely functional energy matrix flickered against the wall. No signal. No network. Completely cut off from the outside world.

Quentin dropped his supply pack on the ground and powered up the life support system with practiced efficiency. The vents coughed and sputtered before the stale air began to circulate.

The temperature swings on a barren planet were brutal. Sandstorms raged across the surface, but down here it was stifling and humid. For three days they stayed in that cramped underground space, completely cut off.

Margaret used the specialized medicine Primo had provided to change Quentin’s bandages. The penetrating wound was healing fast under the treatment’s effects.

She kept her eyes lowered, her gaze fixed on the injury.

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