Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 516 Empress's Return

Yasmine rested in Vritra’s embrace, the lingering sensation of fullness remaining even as her fatigue faded away.

Her womb was still heavy with his seed, a warm presence she found deeply comforting.

Starting the morning with a full belly felt like a wonderful beginning to the day.

After sleeping for several hours, the pair woke up and shared a bath in a corner of the chamber.

Vritra had a sufficient supply of stored water, and he utilized dust to construct a bathroom. His control had reached such a high level of efficiency that he could now alter the very essence of those particles.

Consequently, the bathroom appeared completely authentic rather than something fashioned from dust.

"Hubby, I love you. Every moment we spent together was incredible. Haa, I wish we could just keep going, but..." Yasmine let out a disappointed sigh.

Even though his cock was already buried inside her right there in the bathroom, the dragoness proved to be the most insatiable of all his wives.

Despite their week-long sexual marathon, she craved for him to fill her once more the moment they entered the bath.

"So, do you intend to declare your return to the Dragon Kingdom now?" Vritra questioned, lightly thrusting into her.

Yasmine was pinned against the wall, her legs locked around his waist and her arms draped over his shoulders.

The rhythmic sound of her hips colliding with his body echoed alongside the splashing of the water.

"...Yeah, even though your Nngghhh strength is... already quite haa high, you would still n... need an Mmmm army. Mom, Diana, F... Fiona, and Maeve have also haa prepared so much Ahhhh for you, so how c... can I hnnnn not?" the dragoness replied. She attempted to maintain a serious tone, but it was difficult to keep her composure with his penis striking so deep within her.

"Very well, let’s proceed with that. Dago is dead now anyway, so the people will require a new leader." Vritra nodded, though a hint of concern for her remained in his mind.

The dragons were not yet entirely trustworthy, and he wondered if the demons would attempt to assassinate her again once her return became public knowledge.

According to what Divine had shared, those ten gods functioned like administrators overseeing everything on this world.

Five were native to this planet and served as gods here, while the other five originated from a different world, making them demon gods in this realm.

Based on that, why were the gods of another world so intent on killing Yasmine?

Did she own something or possess a secret that posed a threat to them?

There were undoubtedly mysteries surrounding Yasmine and her mother’s disappearance, but finding those answers would be no simple task.

Furthermore, she hadn't faced any divine retribution despite uncovering one of the six truths—the truth of the gods.

She was aware of the gods' names, yet she remained unpunished.

'Well, I am by her side now, so I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my wifey,' Vritra resolved, quickening his pace.

Following a few more rounds in the bathroom, the two emerged and got dressed. The slight bashfulness Yasmine initially felt while naked before him had vanished, replaced by an even deeper sense of intimacy.

After gathering the necessary items from the room, they finally departed. Although a week had passed for them inside, less than a single day had gone by in the outside world.

"So, how do you plan to announce your comeback to them?" Vritra asked while they walked hand-in-hand.

"Through the Dragon Council. It’s a collective of elderly dragons who have retired from combat, though most of them never actually fought to begin with," Yasmine explained.

The majority of the council members belonged to the main family line, allowing them to enjoy every privilege without contributing anything of value.

They even insisted on having a say in the kingdom's most vital decisions.

Yasmine had never held much affection for most of them.

Fortunately, her strength had been fully restored, allowing her to be just as authoritative as she was in the past.

Following her mother's disappearance and the subsequent decline of her power, most of them had stopped taking her seriously.

They would certainly seize any opportunity to create trouble for her.

"A council, then. Fine, let’s go together." Vritra gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, his gaze full of affection.

"Hmm. Just try not to get angry if those old men start talking. They are fools and wannabe royalty, only interested in their own gain," Yasmine said, leaning against him.

Having been deprived of intimacy with Vritra for so long, she constantly sought to be near him and feel his touch.

Even in public, simply holding his hand provided her with a comforting sense of closeness.

"Understood. As long as they don't cross the line, I won't kill them," Vritra replied vaguely, stopping short of a firm promise.

While their presence was somewhat necessary for the kingdom’s stability, things would likely be fine with the two of them in charge.

As they stepped out of the palace, Yasmine surveyed the familiar sights.

"Haa... When I was a child, I used to sprint across this courtyard while my father tried to catch me..." Yasmine gazed at the open space, a touch of melancholy in her eyes.

"..." Vritra said nothing, simply patting her head in a comforting gesture.

After a brief moment of reflection, they moved toward a different district.

Ahead lay dozens of extravagant residences, resembling an elite community.

All thirty-plus members of the council resided there. Stopping before the first house, Yasmine signaled her arrival by knocking on the door.

"..."

A few moments passed without a reply, even though it was obvious that someone was inside.

Yasmine knocked once more, but again, she was met with silence.

"Sigh, these bastards have grown far too lazy. I..." Yasmine began, her irritation rising.

During her reign, she had kept the members under strict control and prevented them from acting out.

However, Dago had been a foolish, greedy leader, and the council had become thoroughly corrupt under his management.

"Wifey, look away," Vritra instructed. He didn't wait for a reply, and Yasmine simply turned her back to the house.

And then...

BANNGGGG

A thunderous explosion erupted as the entire house disintegrated into a cloud of shimmering particles that drifted into the sky.

It was actually a beautiful sight to behold.

With the walls gone, the interior was laid bare for all to see.

An old man who appeared to be in his seventies by human standards—completely bald with a protruding gut—was left standing nearly naked in his bath.

Two young female servants were also there, in the middle of washing him. The old man was wearing nothing but underwear decorated with dragon prints; all three were frozen in shock as the cold breeze hit them.

"Uh... W... Who are you? A... Attack! We are under attack!!" After a stunned silence, the old man shrieked while trying to cover his wrinkled frame.

The two servants fled in a panic, leaving the old man to fend for himself.

"Put some clothes on. She has a message for you," Vritra said, his brow furrowing slightly.

Was the council truly comprised of such idiots?

The man stared at Yasmine’s back, a nagging feeling of familiarity washing over him.

He scrambled to dress himself as dozens of guards, alerted by his screaming, rushed toward the scene.

They quickly formed a perimeter around Vritra and Yasmine.