Truth Maze, Dragon’s Secret Mate

My archenemy and I were trapped in the Maze of Truth, a place you couldn't leave unless you confessed a secret.

He leaned against the stone wall, his dragon tail drooping lazily, his posture careless.

"We've been fighting since we were kids. What secret could you possibly have that I don’t already know?"

Actually, I did.

Three months ago, he was drugged and went into a feral frenzy. I screamed until my voice went hoarse begging him to be gentle, but he didn't hold back at all.

And now, I was harboring a dragon egg in my belly—the direct result of that very night.

When I was teleported to this bizarre maze, I had been in an underground alchemy clinic.

The dwarf alchemist had instructed me:

"Your constitution is unique, and the egg inside you is too fiery. For your safety, you need the child's father to help you cool down moderately during the pregnancy."

I curled my lip, wiping the residual potion off my lower abdomen.

"He has premature ejaculation. Just implant the ice crystal in me."

The ice crystal had just been placed when, the very next second, I was teleported into this maze.

All around were stone walls, and two magic stones, one red and one green, floated overhead.

Standing opposite me was my archenemy.

Darius seemed to have been snatched right out of a dragon clan council meeting.

He wore a black suit that framed his tall physique. His dragon horns were half-hidden near his forehead, and his tail hung lazily. His facial features were deep, exuding an air of noble arrogance and brutality.

For the convenience of the check-up, I was wearing only a loose alchemist's robe.

He looked me up and down and lazily raised an eyebrow.

"Elara, that robe is so ugly you look like a human peasant woman."

I squeezed my legs together, feeling the ice crystal start to lower my temperature from within, making my face look even worse.

"Shut up. Even if I wear a burlap sack, it has nothing to do with you."

"Just figure out what kind of hellhole we've been teleported to."

A voice echoed from above:

"Elara, Darius, welcome to the Maze of Truth, where you cannot leave without speaking a secret."

"I am the maze sprite, Ayla!"

"The maze will summon you randomly in three separate instances."

"With each summoning, there will be a time limit meant for the ritual of 'Deep Magical Communion.' This is the oldest and most direct way to clear the maze. If you do not choose this path, you may prove your honesty to each other in another way."

I almost doubted my own ears.

"What exactly do you mean by the first option?"

Ayla's tone remained cheerful:

"Exactly that. It means you lie down—kneeling or flying works too—and then the other party unfastens their leather armor, and puts their..."

I shrieked: "Shut up! I get it!"

Ayla fell silent for a moment.

Only the sound of Darius's and my heartbeats remained.

He let out a low chuckle. His dragon tail swept across the floor, and his gaze raked over my entire body.

I felt completely unnatural, feeling as though I would be swallowed whole in the next second.

"Ayla! Just spare me. Go find someone else for this kind of thing."

Ayla responded: "If the two hosts refuse the Deep Magical Communion, you may choose Option Two."

"Each of you must tell three secrets the other does not know. If the maze determines they are true, you can leave."

I quickly calculated the odds in my head. Compared to option one, this was by far the safest choice for me.

I crossed my arms, looking at Ayla, who hovered mid-air like a ball of light.

"Just tell a secret? How does the maze judge what's true or false? I could say I'm the ancestor of the Dragon Clan."

Ayla bobbed in front of me: "This maze was once a relic left behind by a god. Of course it can do it."

"I can announce a secret right now that only you know."

"The ice crystal pushed inside your nether region is an azure-blue triangular prism."

My body stiffened.

Darius turned to look at me. "What ice crystal?"

My face twisted with agitation. "I don't know. It's making things up. You actually believe it?"

"Are the two hosts ready to begin?"

"If there is no answer before the countdown ends, the maze will shrink by an inch."

The stone walls closed in by an inch.

Darius smashed a fist against it, and the walls shrank by another inch.

He cursed and backed up to stand beside me.

I gripped the ties of my robe tightly, forced to properly think of a way out.

After all, no one wanted their archenemy to know their secrets.

Especially since my secret was particularly fatal.

If Darius found out, I'd rather be struck dead on the spot.

Ayla announced calmly: "Starting with Darius. Please tell a secret the other party does not know within ten seconds. Ten, nine, eight..."

Darius sat on the floor, his dragon tail swishing gently. He pulled a flirtatious, careless smirk.

"My secret is, I have two cocks. Does that count?"

The red magic stone lit up, and Ayla replied: "The other party already knows this secret. The maze determines you have failed."

Darius's dragon tail paused mid-swipe. He stood up straight.

"How the hell do you know that?"