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.

From the bonus paper included with the Melon Books special edition of Volume 2. Corresponds to roughly chapters 66–68 of the main series.

Maya’s appearance could be summarized in a single word: girl.

If she were human, she’d be a low-teener. She wasn’t quite an adult, but calling her a child felt wrong; she was at that age like a bud just beginning to open.

Still, according to the stories, her actual age exceeded mine, surpassing even that of my generation’s parents. Apparently, she was already past sixty.

Despite her age, she matched her looks in both emotion and knowledge, making it easy to treat her like a much younger little sister… but when you got to thinking about it, the real question on my mind was: how far did this actually go?

I mean, Jean had been around too. If anything, Jean’s appearance made things even worse for me.

No matter how much I justified it by saying we’d contracted for “lewd purposes,” dragon common sense operated on a different cultural logic. She wielded immense power herself, and her family—wielding equal or greater strength—was still alive and well. I didn’t want to overstep boundaries that couldn’t be crossed lightly.

Right. Judgment based on "common sense" only works when both parties share the same values. It wasn’t rare for something trivial in my eyes to be considered a major violation of someone else’s norms.

And so.

“Maya. I need you to be honest with me.”

“?”

The inn at Polka.

I slapped my knee and pressed her again.

She tilted her head, looking puzzled.

“I’ve heard that dragons will do anything for their Riders. But I want your true thoughts. I need to know your limit—where you’d actually say, ‘I hate this,’ or ‘Please don’t go any further.’”

“Lewd stuff?”

She asked with a deadpan expression.

Beautiful again.

Transparent and delicate, pure and serene.

The very personification of the concepts of “winter” and “ice.”

I’d felt an aura that felt untouchable from some girls in the past, but combined with Maya’s slightly precarious demeanor, it gave me a strong sense that I might not even be allowed to touch her.

I stared for a few seconds at that over-polished beauty, which almost felt artificial, then nodded vigorously.

“Yeah. Well, everyone needs boundaries… but I know absolutely nothing about dragon common sense.”

“…Probably, anything you can imagine is something I can accept, I think.”

“A man’s imagination isn’t exactly tame. Don’t underestimate me just because I look like a weak boy.”

I clenched my fist and threatened her forcefully.

Sure, I didn’t have bulky muscles or a manly beard or chest hair, but don’t assume that just because I don’t look tough means you’ve figured out what’s buried deep in my gut. No matter how weak a man looks on the outside, he keeps a wild beast in his heart.

Maya made a slightly troubled face and continued.

“…Um, for example… getting ○○’d with an axe during ○○, or ○○○ while ejaculating inside…”

“Hold on a second.”

I cut off Maya, who had suddenly started describing a horror-suspense scenario with a straight face.

“Can you please not just launch into tales of hellish madness out of the blue?”

“…? I was just saying that there are Riders who actually did things like that…”

“Excuse me. Please ease up a bit.”

“…Dragon bodies can regenerate injuries at will, just as Lady Lyra demonstrated, so even that kind of thing can be a form of love. If you enjoy that kind of lewdness, I’d be happy if you gave in to your true feelings, even if it looks a bit painful…”

“That’s not the kind of thing you can summarize with the word ‘lewd.’”

To put it another way, what the hell was that historical dark side? Just because they said I could do whatever I wanted, why did some fool actually go in that direction? This wasn’t about wild beasts; this was something else entirely. Why choose something like that?

“At worst, I might just order you to get naked suddenly, or tell everyone to line up and bare your asses.”

“…? You prefer being naked? If that’s better for you, Master Andy, I can stay naked all the time if you want.”

Maya had originally been a naked tribe anyway.

"N-no, I mean, it's only when the feeling comes on all at once. If it were like that all the time, I'd actually get into trouble."

"Rather, if you're in the mood, feel free to be 'usable' every single day. You can stay on your hands and knees right here by my side, waiting whenever you like."

Transparent and delicate, pure and serene.

With an image so defined, she said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, climbing onto her lap to look up at him.

"So I want you to pamper me a lot. If you'll pamper me, I won't care about anyone else's eyes. That's just how a dragon is."

"...I will certainly pamper you, but still..."

"I'll do anything for you. Whether it's in front or behind, with my hands or my mouth, I'm here to serve... You tell me to fight and I'll fight. If killing is allowed, I'll kill. No matter who the opponent is. Even Lady Lyra?"

"...Since you're so cute, please stop saying things like that. I think the best use of a cute girl is to just look at her, kiss her, touch her, and cum inside."

"...Ehehe. Yeah."

Even by his own standards, it was a harsh thing to say. And yet, Maya looked happy.

As pathetic a master as he was, he wanted to be the one to make her feel that way.

From the Melon Books bonus paper for volume 2. Around chapters 66 to 68.

To put it simply, Mia looks like a girl.

If she were human, I'd say she's in her late teens. She's definitely not an adult, but calling her a child is difficult too; she’s more like a budding flower about to bloom.

That said, according to what I've heard, she's actually older than me—older even than my parents' generation, past the age of sixty.

Despite that, she still acts and looks just as young in terms of both emotion and knowledge. It's hard not to treat her like a younger sister... but then again, it raises the question of where exactly is this acceptable?

I mean, I've had Jeanne too, who’s even more questionable if you only look at how she appears.

Even though we technically signed a contract for “naughty things,” dragon customs are different from ours. She herself has immense power, and so does her family. We don’t want to step on any toes by overstepping our bounds.

Yes, judging based on common sense only works when both parties share the same values. It's not uncommon for something minor to be completely unacceptable in another’s culture.

So then, "Mia, I need you to be honest with me."

“?”
Polka’s inn.
She clapped her knee and approached Maya again.
Maya tilted her head, looking puzzled.
“I’ve heard that dragons will do anything for their riders. But I want you to tell me the truth. I want to know your limit. Things like ‘I don’t really want this’ or ‘please stop now.’”
“Sexual stuff?”
She asked seriously.
Again, she was beautiful.
Transparent and delicate, pure and serene.
A girl who embodied the very concepts of “winter” and “ice.”

I've felt an aura of untouchability from some girls I’ve met before, but with Maya, her attitude is so precarious that it makes me feel like she might really not be someone for me to touch.

I stare at her perfect face for a few seconds and nod bravely.

"Yeah, well, I want to draw the line somewhere… But I don't know anything about dragon customs."

"...I think you can probably accept almost anything as long as it's what you imagine."

"My imagination isn’t just some ordinary thing. Don’t underestimate me because I look like a scrawny boy."

I clench my fist and threaten her.

True, I may not have any muscles or manly facial hair or chest hair, but don't assume that everything about me is weak just because I don't look tough on the outside. A man can keep a beast in his heart no matter how frail he looks.

Maya makes a slightly troubled face and continues speaking.

"Um... for example… while doing it with an axe you could hit my ○○, or after cumming inside me, you could bite my ○○."

"Hold on."

I stop Maya from suddenly talking about suspense horror in earnest.

"Can you not start off with such hellish madness?"

"...? I was just saying that there are actual riders who did stuff like that..."

"I'm sorry. Could you tone it down a bit more?"

"...Lyras-sama can regenerate her own injuries and wounds, so even something like that could be an expression of love. If Andy-sama likes that kind of thing, I'd be happy if he does it honestly, even though it might look painful..."

"That's not the kind of thing you can just brush off with one word."

And what is this, the dark side of history? Even if she said we could do whatever we wanted, why would someone try something like that. It’s not just wild beasts. Why did they choose such a thing.

"I'll probably only ask to suddenly get naked or show my butt along with everyone else."

"...? You prefer being naked? If Andy-sama likes it better that way, I can be naked all the time..."

...Maya was originally part of the naked tribe.

“N-no, only when I’m feeling turned on. Otherwise it’d be a problem if I did that all the time.”

“You could always stay in position next to me, ready for anything whenever you feel like it.”

She was transparent and delicate, innocent and serene. And yet she said this as though it were perfectly normal, sitting on his lap and looking up at him.

“So please take good care of me. I won’t mind anyone watching if you do. That’s how it is with dragons.”

“…I’ll definitely take care of you then,”

“I’ll do anything for you. Whether it’s your front or backside, hands or mouth—I’ll serve you however you want… If you tell me to fight, I will; and if you say kill them, I will. No matter who they are. Isn’t that how it is with Lady Rila too?”

“…Since you’re so cute, stop saying things like that. I think the best way to use a cute girl is to look at her, kiss her, touch her, and fuck her.”

“…Hehe. Yeah,”

It was an awful thing to say, but Maya looked happy.

I want to make this pitiful master happy.

From the bonus paper included with the Melonbooks edition of Volume 2 of the light novel. Roughly around chapters 66–68 of the main story.

If I had to describe Maia’s appearance in a single word, it would be "girl."
In human terms, she’s around her early teens. She is by no means an adult, yet it is difficult to definitively call her a child—she is at that age like a bud just beginning to bloom.
That said, according to her story, her actual age is older than mine; in fact, she apparently exceeds even the parent generation and is well past sixty.
Despite that, in terms of both her emotions and her knowledge, she is exactly as she looks, so I find myself treating her like a much younger sister... and when that happens, the question of "how far is too far" inevitably weighs on my mind.
I mean, Jeanne was around before, too. Actually, in terms of looks alone, Jeanne is even more extreme.
No matter how much I claim, for the sake of appearances, that "we entered this contract to do lewd things," dragon common sense is an alien culture. Not only does she possess immense power herself, but her family members, who possess equal or greater strength, are also very much alive. I want to avoid overstepping my bounds and treading on ground I shouldn't.
Indeed, judging things by "common sense" only works when both parties share the same values. It is not uncommon for something trivial to be considered "out of bounds" by the other person's standards.
And so.

"Maia. I want you to be honest with me."

"?"

At Polka’s inn.
I slapped my knee with a thwack and pressed Maia once more.
She tilted her head in confusion.
"I've heard that dragons will do anything for their Rider. But I want you to tell me your true feelings. I want to know where your line is—what you hate, or what you don't want me to do anymore."
"The lewd stuff?"
She asked back with a deadpan expression.

Once again, she is beautiful.

Transparent and delicate, pure and serene.

She is a girl with a presence that feels like the personification of the concepts of "winter" and "ice."

Among the girls I've met so far, I've occasionally felt an aura of "untouchability," but Maia, combined with her somewhat fragile demeanor, strongly makes me feel like "I might not be someone who is allowed to touch her."

I gazed at her perfection—so refined it almost felt artificial—for a few seconds before nodding bravely.

"That's right. Well, I want boundaries for everything... but I don't understand dragon common sense at all."

"...I think that, as long as it's within what you imagine, Andy-sama, I can probably accept anything."

"A man's imagination is no joke. Don't underestimate me just because I look like a scrawny boy."

I clenched my fist and threatened her with conviction.

It's true that I lack burly muscles, a manly beard, or chest hair, but I'd be in trouble if she assumed she could see right through to the depths of my soul just because I don't look rugged. No matter how weak a man may seem, he harbors a beast within his heart.

Maia made a slightly troubled face and continued.

"...Um, for example... while being lewd, using an axe to [redacted] [redacted] or [redacted], and even while [redacted] inside, [redacted] [redacted]..."

"Wait a second."

I cut her off as she suddenly began describing something akin to a suspense-horror movie with a deadpan face.

"Could you please not start with stories that sound like the product of some hellish madness?"

"...? I was just saying that there have been Riders who actually did up to that level..."

"I'm sorry. Please show a little more restraint."

"...Because a dragon's body can regenerate wounds and anything else however we like, just like Lady Lyra did, even that can become a form of love. If you like that kind of lewdness, Andy-sama, I think I'd be happy to do it even if it seems a little painful, as long as you do it with your true feelings..."

"That is not something you can just dismiss with the word 'lewd'!"

I mean, what is this darkness of history? Even if I told her she could do as she pleased, why on earth did a fool exist who actually challenged themselves in that direction? That's beyond a beast. Why would anyone choose that?

"At most, I might tell you to get naked suddenly, or tell you all to line up and show your butts."

"...? Is being naked better? If you prefer that, Andy-sama, I'm fine with being naked all the time."

...Maia was a nudist to begin with.

“N-no, only when you're feeling horny. If it were like that all the time, it would actually be a problem.”

“On the contrary, if you want, you can always be on all fours right next to me, waiting to be 'useful' whenever the mood strikes.”

Transparent, delicate, innocent, and serene.
The girl, who embodied that very image, spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, then climbed onto his lap and looked up at him.

“That is why I want you to dote on me plenty. As long as you dote on me, I won't care who is watching. That is the way of the dragon.”

“...Well, I mean, I will dote on you, but...”

“I will do anything. I will serve you with my front, my back, my hands, or my mouth... If you tell me to fight, I will fight; if you tell me I may kill, I will kill. No matter who the opponent is. It is the same for you, Lady Lyra.”

“...Stop saying stuff like that; you're far too cute for it. Personally, I think the most effective use of a cute girl is to look at her, kiss her, touch her, and creampie her.”

“...Ehehe. Yes.”

It was a terrible thing to say, even by my own standards. But Maia looked happy.
As a pathetic master as I may be, I wanted to make her happy.

From the Melon Books bonus paper for the second volume. Corresponds to around chapters 66-68 of the main story.

Myia’s appearance, in a word, is that of a girl. If you had to compare her to humans, she’d be a late teen—definitely not an adult, but also hard to call a child. She’s like a bud just beginning to open.

That said, according to what I’ve heard, her actual age is more than mine—no, even surpassing my parents’ generation, and she’s already over sixty.

Despite that, she’s emotionally and intellectually as youthful as she looks, which makes me treat her like an older sister… but then the question becomes: how far is too far?

I mean, I’ve had Jeanne before, you know? Or rather, if we’re just talking looks, Jeanne’s way more dangerous.

No matter how much I pretend we “contracted for erotic purposes,” a dragon’s sense of normal is alien. Besides her immense power, she has family with equal or greater strength. I don’t want to step on any toes and get crushed.

Yeah, judging by common sense only works when you share the same values. It’s not uncommon for something minor to be “a no-go” in their culture.

So…

"Myia. I need you to be honest."

"??"

At Polka’s inn.

I tap my knee and press her again.

She tilts her head, looking puzzled.

"I’ve heard that dragons will do anything for their rider. But I want the truth. What are your real limits? What lines don’t you want crossed?"

"Erotic things?"

She asks with a straight face.

And she’s breathtaking.

Transparent, delicate, pure, serene.

A girl who embodies the very essence of "winter" or "ice."

I’ve sensed untouchable auras in other girls before, but Myia’s aura, combined with her slightly dangerous demeanor, makes me strongly feel like maybe I shouldn’t be touching her at all.

I stare at her too-perfect beauty for a few seconds before nodding boldly.

"Yeah. Well, I want boundaries for everything… but I don’t know anything about dragon etiquette."

"...I think I can accept almost anything Andy-sama imagines."

"A man’s imagination is no joke. Don’t underestimate me just because I look like a scrawny boy."

I clench my fist and threaten her forcefully.

It’s true, I lack bulky muscles, a manly beard, or chest hair, but don’t assume you can see right through me just because I don’t look intimidating. Every man harbors a beast within, no matter how frail he appears.

Myia makes a slightly troubled face and continues.

"...Um, for example… doing erotic things while chopping off someone’s head with an axe, or coming inside someone and immediately stitching them up…"

"Wait a minute."

I stop her dead in her tracks as she suddenly launches into a suspense horror monologue with a straight face.

"Don’t just drop hellish insanity on me out of nowhere!"

"...? I thought there were riders who actually did that much?"

"Sorry. Ease up a bit, please."

"...A dragon’s body can regenerate wounds however they like, like Lady Lila did. So even something like that could be an expression of love. If Andy-sama likes that kind of eroticism, it might hurt a little, but I’d be happy if you just did what you really wanted to…"

"That’s not something you can just brush off as ‘naughty play’."

"Seriously, what the hell is up with history? Even if I was told I could do whatever I wanted, why did a moron actually try that direction? This isn’t some wild beast; it’s beyond that. Why’d you pick that?"

"I’d maybe just suddenly tell you to strip naked or line up and show us your ass all at once."

"…Huh? You think naked is better? If Andy-sama prefers that, I’m fine being naked all the time."

"...Originally, Maiya was a nudist."

"N-no, only when I get horny. It’d be weird if it was always like that."

"Rather, if you feel like it, I can stay right next to you on all fours, ready ‘for use’ whenever you want."

Transparent, delicate, pure, and serene.

The girl with that image said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, sitting on his lap and looking up at him.

"So, I want you to dote on me a lot. If you’ll dote on me, I won’t care what anyone else thinks. That’s dragon."

"…I’ll dote on you, but…"

"I’ll do anything. Front, back, hands, mouth—I’ll serve you however you like… If you tell me to fight, I’ll fight. If you say it’s okay to kill, I’ll kill. Anyone. Even Lila-sama, right?"

"…You’re cute, so stop with all that. In my opinion, the best way to use a cute girl is to look at her, kiss her, touch her, and then bang her raw."

"…Ehehe. Yeah."

That’s some terrible wording. But Maiya looks happy.

Even as a pathetic master, I want to make her happy.

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.

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.