"Why?" I asked. "Our time machine isn't yours; it can be reused." "Perhaps you don't know yet," Elena replied, "but the drinks you had were laced with special drugs, and since you let your guard down, you actually slept for two days. During those two days, everyone finalized all the arrangements. We considered going back to help the Dragon Girl, but an unexpected event occurred: your time machine wouldn't start at all. There was no malfunction; it was just that the four energy stones refused to cooperate, as if they possessed a will of their own. Everything else worked normally, just no time-space transmission. I suspect they believe our tampering with history would affect the future, so they won't permit us any more temporal transport."

How could this be! I slapped my own forehead hard. "I should have seen something was wrong with the Dragon Girl long ago, but I was too preoccupied with building the moon and didn't investigate her strange behavior deeply enough. It’s all my fault, all my fault! What do we do now? I can't just leave the Dragon Girl alone in the year 6000 B.C."

Elena shielded my hand with her face. "Husband, I actually knew everything but still helped the Dragon Girl keep it from you. It was my fault. Hit me if you like."

Things had reached this point; it seemed anything said now was too late. I stroked Elena's emerald hair and sighed resignedly. "I couldn't bear to. You are one of the wives I cherish, after all. Do you think half a year of living together hasn't created feelings between us? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve nursed from you."

Elena slid down from my chest, her head disappearing between my legs next. My trousers were pulled down, and my little brother was warmly enveloped in a wet cavity. Her small, delicate tongue wrapped around it, moving up and down, plunging