From the Bonus Paper included with Book Volume 2 from Melonbooks, covering approximately chapters 66–68 of the main story.
As for Maya’s appearance, it can only be described as that of a girl.
If we were to compare her to humans, she’d be in early adolescence. She’s definitely not an adult, yet calling her a child would also be incorrect—she exists in that liminal phase between childhood and adulthood, like a flower bud just beginning to open.
Even so, according to the stories passed down, her actual age exceeds mine; in fact, she belongs to my parents’ generation, being well over sixty years old.
Yet, despite this, there are aspects of her emotions and knowledge that align perfectly with her youthful appearance, which inevitably leads me to treat her more like an older younger sister… but then the question naturally arises: just how far is this permissible?
Well, Jeanne was here before, wasn’t she? And if we’re only judging by looks, Jeanne was even worse. No matter how diplomatically I phrase it as “I contracted her for lewd purposes,” a dragon’s norms operate within a completely different cultural framework. She possesses immense power herself, and her family holds equivalent or superior strength. It’s crucial to avoid crossing boundaries that would provoke offense if I start getting carried away.
Indeed, making judgments based on common sense only works when both parties share the same value system. It’s not uncommon for something seemingly trivial to be considered completely unacceptable in someone else’s normalcy.
In any case—
“Maya. Be honest with me.”
“Huh?”
At Porka’s inn, I clap my knee sharply and press further.
She tilts her head with a look of curiosity.
“If you’ve heard that dragons will do anything for their Riders, then tell me the truth. I want to know your true limits—where it becomes unwelcome, where you’d rather not go.”
“Things like sex?”
She questions me earnestly.
All over again, she’s beautiful.
Transparent and delicate, pure and serene—a girl whose very presence embodies the concepts of “Winter” or “Ice.”
I’ve felt a similar aura that shouldn’t be touched among the girls I’ve encountered before, but Maya somehow exudes such an air of danger that I’m left wondering if perhaps she truly isn’t someone I should touch.
I lose myself for a few seconds in her beauty—so perfectly composed it almost seems artificial—before nodding boldly.
“Right. While I do want to set some boundaries for everything… honestly, I don’t know much about dragon norms at all.”
”…Probably, if what you imagine is within the limits that Lady Lyra has experienced, then I believe she could accept absolutely anything.”
“A man’s imagination isn’t something to be taken lightly. Don’t underestimate me just because my appearance seems pathetic; there are boys like me out there.”
I clench my fist and issue a strong warning.
Indeed, while I lack bulky muscles, masculine whiskers, or chest hair as equipment, I can’t allow anyone to look past what’s hidden deep within their guts just because they don’t seem tough on the outside. No matter how weak-looking a man may appear, he keeps a beast inside his heart.
Maya looks slightly troubled for a moment before continuing her words.
“Umm… for example… if we were having sex while chopping off each other’s XXX with an axe, or immediately releasing inside someone’s XXX and then…”
“Wait a minute.”
I cut off Maya, who suddenly began recounting a horror story in all seriousness.
“Hold on, don’t start talking about products of hellish madness right out of the blue!”
”…? But I was just trying to say that there have been Riders who actually did things that far…”
“Apologies. Could you please tone it down a bit?”
”…Since a dragon’s body can regenerate wounds and whatever they desire, as Lady Lyra did, those kinds of acts can also become forms of love. If Andy likes this kind of sex, I think he’d appreciate her being herself even when it looks painful…”
“That’s not something that can be summarized with just ‘sex’.”
Or more accurately, what is this darkness in history? No matter how much permission one gets to do whatever they want, why are there actual idiots who challenge themselves in such directions? It’s far beyond keeping a beast—it’s choosing the worst possible options. Why did anyone pick something like that?
“At most, I might suddenly tell someone to go naked, or make them line up together and stick out their butts without warning.”
”…? Naked is better? If Andy prefers that side more, then being naked all the time would be fine too.”
…Originally, Maya was from a race that lives unclothed.
“I… no, never mind—I only feel that way when I’m in the mood. If it’s always like that, I’d just be troubled by it instead.”
“But rather, you should always be ready to ‘use me.’ You could even stay on all fours beside me whenever you’re feeling like it.”
Transparent and delicate, innocent yet serene—
The girl with this image spoke as though it were entirely natural, sitting down on his lap and gazing up at him.
“So I want you to dote on me a lot. If you do that, I won’t care about anyone else’s gaze. That is… how dragons are.”
”…Well, I will dote on you, all right.”
“I’ll do anything. Whether it’s front or back, hands or mouth, I’ll serve you… and if you say fight, I’ll fight; if you say kill, I’ll kill. Anyone at all. Right, Lyra-sama too?”
”…Since she’s so cute, stop doing that kind of thing. I think the most effective use for something this cute is to stare at it, kiss it, touch it, and then breed inside.”
”…Ehehe. Yeah.”
Even by my own standards, that was a terrible thing to say. Yet, Maya seemed happy. In his own pathetic way as a master, he simply wanted to make her happy.