It was unclear whether it was because Dragon Dad had "called" out to her too many times, but Dragon Mother Pafila's voice—who, unbeknownst to them, had been forced to eavesdrop for quite some time—suddenly erupted in the minds of the father and son:
"But, as I recall, after getting into the mood, you seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit, didn't you?"
"...Well... that... Can you blame me for that? Anyone in the prime of their youth, suddenly encountering a stunningly beautiful and voluptuous older woman making the first move on them for the very first time, wouldn't they be dazed for quite a while? Besides, I had only just entered my adolescent phase back then, alright? No matter how wonderful something is, it becomes torture if it goes on for too long. It was only thanks to my good constitution; otherwise, it's debatable whether I would have even survived that time..." At this point, Attilicia's face was full of deep grievance.
"Mm, I'll be more careful next time."
