From the special paper included with Volume 2 of the book edition, covering approximately chapters 66 to 68 of the main story.
If you were to describe Mya’s appearance in a single word, there’s no other term than “young girl.” In human terms, she’d be around late adolescence. She’s certainly not an adult, yet calling her a child would also be difficult—it’s that awkward, half-bloomed stage of youth.
That said, according to the stories, her actual age surpasses mine, even exceeding that of my generation; she appears to be well past sixty. Yet, in terms of emotions and knowledge, she remains just as youthful as she looks. I often end up treating her like a younger sister with a significant age gap… but then the question inevitably arises: “How far is too far?”
Well, there was Jeanne before, after all. In fact, if we’re talking about appearances alone, Jeanne’s situation is far more precarious. Even though she officially claims to have contracted for “explicit purposes,” dragon customs differ from ours. Not only does she possess immense power herself, but her family also wields comparable strength. I must avoid crossing lines that could provoke trouble.
Indeed, judgments based on common sense only work when both parties share the same values. It’s not uncommon for trivial matters to be considered unacceptable by another’s standards.
That brings us here.
“Mya, I want you to be honest with me.”
”?”
At Polka’s inn, I sharply tap my knee and press the matter again.
She tilts her head in confusion.
“Dragons are said to do anything for their Riders. But I’d like to hear your true feelings. Specifically, where exactly is the line you draw—what you dislike or wish never to be crossed.”
“Explicit things?”
She asks seriously.
Once again, she’s breathtakingly beautiful.
Transparent and delicate, pure and serene—a living embodiment of “winter” or “ice.”
Though I’ve felt an untouchable aura around some girls before, Mya’s slightly precarious demeanor makes me strongly suspect that perhaps I’m not even someone she should allow to touch her.
I linger for a few seconds, captivated by her perfection—so flawless it almost seems artificial—before nodding boldly.
“That’s right. Well, everyone has their limits… but since I know nothing about dragon customs,” I continue.
”…” She pauses. “I think you could accept almost anything up to what Lord Andy might imagine.”
“A man’s imagination isn’t something to take lightly. Don’t underestimate me just because my appearance is unimpressive.”
Clenching my fist, I threaten with renewed vigor.
True enough, I lack bulky muscles, a manly beard, or chest hair—but don’t assume that means I’m harmless deep down. Men, no matter how frail they may seem, harbor wild beasts within their hearts.
Mya looks slightly troubled and continues.
”…” She hesitates. “For example… while engaging in explicit acts, chopping off your arms with an axe, or pulling out immediately after ejaculation only to have them regrow…”
“Wait a minute.”
I stop her abruptly as she suddenly launches into a suspenseful horror tale with a serious expression.
“Could you please not start talking about products of hellish madness right away?”
”…” She tilts her head again. “But I was just saying there are Riders who’ve actually done things that far…”
“I’m sorry. Could you tone it down a bit?”
”…” Her voice softens. “Dragon bodies, like Lady Lyra demonstrated, can regenerate wounds and injuries at will. So even such acts could be considered expressions of love. If Lord Andy enjoys this kind of explicitness, I’d be happy if he did so genuinely, despite the pain involved.”
“That’s not something you can just brush off with a single word like ‘it’s sexual.’” Well, what the hell is this darkness in history? No matter how much you’re told to do whatever you want, why does there actually exist such an idiot who chose to go down that path? It’s far beyond being a beast. Why did they pick that?
“I’d say at most I might suddenly tell someone to strip naked or stand in line with everyone and stick their ass out.”
”……? You mean it’s better if you’re naked? If Lord Andy prefers that, then being naked all the time would be fine too.”
…Originally, Maia was part of a race born naked.
“N-no, only when I feel aroused. If it were always like that, it’d actually cause problems.”
“Actually, whenever you feel like it, just make yourself available all the time. You can even stay on all fours beside me waiting.”
A girl with an image so transparent, delicate, innocent, and serene spoke as if it were entirely natural, then sat on his lap and looked up at him.
“So I want to be spoiled a lot. If you’ll spoil me, I won’t care about anyone else’s gaze. That’s what dragons are.”
”……Well, I suppose I will spoil you.”
“I’ll do anything. Whether it’s in front or from behind, with my hands or mouth—I’ll serve… And if you say fight, I’ll fight. If you say kill, I’ll kill. Anyone, including Lady Lyra.”
”……Since you’re so cute, stop doing that kind of thing. For me, the most effective use of a cute girl is to gaze at her, kiss her, touch her, and have sex with her.”
”……Ehehe. Yeah.”
I’m quite terrible for saying such things. Yet, Maia looks happy. Even as a pitiful master, I want to make her happy in my own way.