Chapter 25

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Chapter 25: We Are Studying Biology

“Then when you have time, shouldn’t you tell me about your past?”

Iris pulled Naya close, bringing her right in front of her. From this close distance, Naya could admire Iris’ stunningly beautiful face, so perfect it seemed otherworldly.

Her eyes, like blood-red rubies, subtly curved at the corners.

There was a mixture of natural cool elegance with a touch of tenderness.

“Sure, but right now, I’m really thirsty. I’d like to have a drink of water first.”

“True, especially since you lost so much water last night.”

Naya, embarrassed and annoyed, pushed Iris away.

Then they each started changing clothes.

Iris had only healed her external injuries, allowing her to walk and close her legs a bit, but the internal damage was still present.

Such as a dry mouth and an aching body.

They left the room and headed downstairs to the dining area to eat something and drink some water to replenish energy and quench their thirst.

Before long, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.

“Mama! You’re finally awake!”

Illya excitedly ran into Naya’s arms, eagerly snuggling up against her.

Following behind Illya was Nitiya.

“Good morning, Mother”

Illya greeted Iris briefly before returning to cling to Naya with joy.

“Illya, alright, alright, stop cuddling. I need to eat breakfast.”

“Breakfast? It’s already lunchtime, Mama! What were you and Mother doing last night to wake up so late today? I missed you so much. It’s been two days since you last woke me up. I feel like ants are crawling all over me when I wake up and don’t see you!”

“Well… Your Mother and I were…”

Explaining this was pretty awkward. Naya hesitated before coming up with a more respectable explanation. “Your mother and I were discussing biology, and before we knew it, it got really late.”

“Biology?”

“Yes. It’s the study of how to make little dragon babies.”

Illya’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Can I join you in studying that, Mama? I’m really curious!”

“When you grow up, you’ll understand. Now, Illya, let me eat my breakfast, okay? I’m hungry.”

“Okay ~”

But Illya still sat on Naya’s lap, unwilling to move.

This morning, Illya had been woken up by the maids, not by Mama or Mother. She had stubbornly insisted on staying in bed, waiting for her Mama, since she wasn’t there to put her to bed last night or wake her up today. She had felt so upset, rolling around in bed, almost on the verge of tears.

In the end, she had no choice but to get up with the maids’ help.

Because she felt sorry for Naya and didn’t want to disturb her sweet dreams, she didn’t insist on breaking into Naya’s room to wake her up.

Enjoying Naya’s soft bosom, Illya turned her head and glanced at Iris, letting out a haughty little humph.

Iris felt a little confused.

Is she hated by Illya?

Once or twice was fine, but lately, Mother had been hogging Mama all the time. Mama wasn’t even focused on telling bedtime stories anymore. Illya’s patience was wearing thin, though it hadn’t reached its limit just yet.

“Mama, you smell so nice.”

From the moment she got close, Illya had noticed a pleasant scent coming from Naya. She shifted around on Naya’s lap, leaning in to sniff her neck.

Naya suddenly remembered that she hadn’t taken a bath yet, and her body still carried the lingering scent from the previous night’s intimate activities.

She quickly pushed Illya away.

“Illya, stop messing around. Let me eat breakfast!”

Iris, watching with a faint smile, looked on at the scene.

“Illya, come here and let me hold you. Don’t disturb your Mama while she’s eating.”

“No.”

Illya glared at Iris and hugged Naya even tighter.

Naya looked around, clearly torn between the two.

Iris smiled, her expression a mix of affection for her daughter and something like jealousy toward her “rival”.

It seemed the latter emotion was beginning to outweigh the former.

“Illya, you’re not even going to feel sorry for your Mother? She worked hard last night, too. It wasn’t her fault we stayed up so late discussing biology. In fact, I was the one who pulled your Mother into the discussion. Your Mother was innocent in all this.”

The little pink dragon girl’s thoughts were easy to read.

In her mind, Mama always centered her world around her. If, one day, Mama wasn’t focused on her, then Mother had to be the one to blame. Mother had stolen Mama’s attention.

And lately, that has been happening far too often.

It started when she was made to sleep on her own, while Mother whisked Mama off to her bed.

Then came the reduction in bath time with Mama. Mama used to bathe with her, but now she only helped with washing her hair and scrubbing her back. The fun of playing in the water together had all but vanished.

From Illya’s perspective, Mother was clearly scheming to monopolize Mama, little by little.

She saw it as the beginning of Mother’s plot to stop Mama from telling bedtime stories. If she didn’t stand her ground, Mama might end up fully in Mother’s clutches.

But hearing now that it was Mama who had dragged Mother into the late-night biology discussion?

Illya was at a loss.

Naya gently stroked her soft pink hair.

“Illya, recently your Mother has been busy planning our family vacation. Every day, she’s been working hard outside, trying to finish up her tasks and clear her schedule so she can have time for our trip. Your Mother is truly exhausted. Actually, our biology discussion was just an excuse I came up with to let her sleep in. I wanted her to take a break and not have to go to work. What if she’s worn out before our trip even starts? And we haven’t had a full family day together in a long time, have we?”

Under Naya’s gentle persuasion, Illya’s gaze softened with guilt as she looked at Iris.

“Mother…”

“Come here. I do love you, Illya. I’ve just been giving all my love to your Mama.”

“Okay!”

Illya let go of Naya and opened her arms toward Iris, falling into her embrace, which was a bit cooler than her Mama’s.

“Mother, thank you for working so hard ~”

She snuggled awkwardly into Iris’s chest.

Iris felt an unfamiliar warmth in her heart. She rarely held Illya. For a long time, she hadn’t seen Illya as her daughter, just part of her plan to strengthen the dragon lineage. This left their relationship distant.

But now, holding Illya close, that strange warmth of family seeped into her heart. It was something she’d never known. Her parents had been as cold to her as she had been to Illya. She had no concept of love or warmth—until Naya taught her what home really meant.

“I’m sorry, Naya. I’m sorry, Illya.”

Iris kissed Illya’s hair. She knew her intentions hadn’t been pure. Even the child in Naya’s belly was part of her desire to create the perfect dragon, not out of love.

The sins of the past were already set in stone, unchangeable, but from now on, she was determined to truly love her wife and daughter.