From the Melon Books special paper included with the second volume of the book version. Around chapters 66-68.
In a word, Mya’s appearance could only be described as that of a girl.
If she were human, she’d probably be in her early teens. Not an adult, but not a child either—she was at that age where it was hard to tell, like a bud just about to open.
That said, according to what I’ve heard, even though she looks young, she’s actually older than me—or rather, she surpasses the generation of her parents and is already well past sixty.
Given that, in both emotions and knowledge, she seems just as she appears, it’s hard not to treat her like a younger sister… but that brings up the question: just how far is she willing to go?
Well, there was Jeanne before. Though, honestly, Jeanne looks even more dangerous in terms of appearance.
Even if you say on paper that they “made the contract for lewd purposes,” the dragon’s sense of morality is a different culture. Not only does she possess immense power herself, but her family also has members who wield power equal to or greater than hers. I’d rather not push too far and step into places I shouldn’t.
That’s why it’s only logical to judge things based on common sense if both parties share the same values. It’s not uncommon for something seemingly trivial to be “out of bounds” in someone else’s world.
So, here we go.
“Mya. I want you to be honest with me.”
“?”
At the Polka inn.
I tapped my knee lightly and pressed closer to Mya.
She tilted her head curiously.
“I’ve heard that dragons will do anything for their riders. But I want you to speak from your heart. I want to know what your limits are—what you really don’t like, what you don’t want to go beyond.”
“Lewd things?”
she asked back with a serious expression.
Once again, she was beautiful.
Transparent, delicate, pure, and serene.
She was the very embodiment of concepts like “winter” or “ice,” as if she were a personified version of them.
I’ve felt that same unapproachable aura from some of the girls I’ve met before, but Mya’s demeanor, combined with her dangerous side, made me wonder if she wasn’t someone I was truly allowed to touch.
I was momentarily captivated by her flawless beauty, which seemed almost artificial, and then nodded resolutely.
“That’s right. Well, I’d like to have some boundaries in everything, but… I don’t really understand the dragon’s sense of morality.”
“I think… if it’s something that Andy-sama can imagine, I could probably accept it.”
“Don’t underestimate a man’s imagination just because I look like a frail boy.”
I clenched my fist and threatened her with force.
It’s true that I’m lacking in muscle, a manly beard, or chest hair, but just because I don’t look intimidating doesn’t mean you can assume I have no secrets. A man, no matter how weak he appears, harbors a wild beast within his heart.
Mya made a slightly troubled face and continued speaking.
“Um… for example… while doing lewd things, using an axe to do something to someone, or even right after finishing inside, doing something else to them…”
“Wait a second.”
I stopped her as she suddenly started describing something straight out of a suspense horror movie.
“Don’t just casually bring up something like that from hell.”
“…? I was just saying there are riders who actually do things like that…”
“I’m sorry. Please go easy on me for now.”
“…Dragons can heal or regenerate wounds on their own, like Lady Lyra did, so things like that could also be considered an expression of love. If Andy-sama likes that kind of lewdness, I’d be happy if you could let yourself feel it, even if it’s a little painful…”
“That’s something you can just sum up with the word ‘pervert.’”
Or rather, what the hell is with history’s darkness? Even if they told me I could do whatever I wanted, why would someone actually challenge themselves in that direction? This isn’t even a beast. Why did they choose that?
“I’d probably only say something like, ‘Hey, suddenly get naked,’ or ‘Suddenly line up and show your butts.’”
”…? Would you prefer being naked? If Lord Andy prefers it, I can always be naked.”
…Originally, Maya was a nudist.
“No, no, only when I feel the urge. It’d just get awkward if it were always like that.”
“On the contrary, I could always be on my hands and knees next to you, ready to ‘use’ you whenever you feel like it.”
Transparent, delicate, pure, and serene.
A girl with such an image naturally said this, sitting on her knees and looking up.
“So, I want you to spoil me a lot. If you’ll spoil me, I won’t care who’s watching. That’s what makes me a dragon.”
”…I’ll spoil you, but still…”
“I’ll do anything. Whether it’s in front, behind, with my hand, or with my mouth… if I’m told to fight, I’ll fight. If I’m told to kill, I’ll kill. No matter who the opponent is. Even Lady Lyra does that, right?”
”…Since you’re so cute, stop doing things like that. I think the best way to use a cute girl is to look at her, kiss her, touch her, and cum inside her.”
”…Ehehe. Yeah.”
Even I know how terrible that sounds. But Maya looks so happy.
As a pitiful master, I want to make her happy too.