Chapter 75 Naked Dragon

Bang! Bang! Bang!

While I was reading a book in my room after dinner, someone suddenly pounded on the door loudly.

’...What? Who’s that?’

No one had ever knocked like that before.

Even Diana had some manners.

If something unprecedented was happening, it was likely caused by a new person.

Thinking of someone from earlier, I opened the door.

"Why did you take so long to open the door, human? I almost broke it down."

As expected, it was the dragon Morgan.

The problem—no, the good thing—was that she wasn’t wearing any clothes.

Not just in underwear or thin clothing.

She was completely, stark naked.

Voluptuous breasts and a firm, round ass that could grace a magazine cover.

They were so impressive, you couldn’t help but gasp.

"Why are you naked?"

"What a stupid question. You take off your clothes at home. They’re uncomfortable."

...I don’t think "home" extends to here.

Normally, you’d at least wear underwear or pajamas.

’Explaining human common sense to a dragon would be a waste of time.’

She probably never had an issue wandering around naked before.

There aren’t many witches living in the mansion, and at night, they rarely roam around.

Besides, with only women, there’s nothing to hide.

’Even if Circe pointed it out... given a dragon’s personality, she’d just do whatever she wants.’

I didn’t bother stopping Morgan.

My eyes were enjoying the view.

If she’s willingly showing off those huge tits and ass, I’m all for it.

’...I felt it during the day, but her body is unreal.’

If Circe and Diana’s bodies are like works of art,

Morgan’s is explosively voluptuous.

Those ridiculously huge mana pouches.

Her perfectly round ass and firm, juicy thighs.

It’s a dragon-level, unreal body.

"Move aside."

Morgan strode into my room without permission.

Then she turned and looked at me.

"What are you doing? Standing in the hallway instead of coming in?"

...I think that’s my line.

Like Diana, this dragon’s personality is something else.

’Though with that face and body, it’s hard to dislike her.’

I closed the door, watching her swaying ass.

The way her plump flesh jiggled with each step was quite a sight.

"Hmm~ So this is a human’s room. Pretty ordinary."

"I’m not one for decorating."

"Is this a magic book?"

"Yes, I was studying it just now."

"...I see."

Morgan nodded, looking at the book I was reading.

Then, without asking, she plopped onto my bed.

’What a free spirit. Even Diana was a bit nervous entering my room.’

Maybe dragons have a weaker sense of gender dynamics.

Diana, though an elf, is a married woman and aware of the implications.

’She knew what entering a man’s room meant. This dragon doesn’t seem to care about me at all.’

Not that I mind.

A gorgeous woman with a body like that climbing onto my bed naked is a picture in itself.

Now, the question is why this dragon came to my room on her own.

"Coming to see me at this hour. Do you have some orders for me?"

"Hmm, you’re quick-witted. I like that."

Morgan smiled and crossed her legs.

Even that simple action was insanely sexy.

Being so beautiful and provocative just by being naked.

My cock felt like it would explode from arousal.

’Good thing I got a blowjob from Medea earlier.’

Otherwise, staying calm would’ve been tough.

Her seductive, naked body is just unfair.

"This matter must be kept secret from Circe and the other witches. Got it?"

"I’ll decide after hearing it."

"...Not the answer I wanted."

"They say husband and wife are one, don’t they?"

Talking to a human she just met instead of a close witch.

It’s blatantly suspicious.

"Fine, I’ll listen. If it doesn’t harm Circe, I’ll keep it secret."

"Hmm, alright. That makes you more trustworthy."

"I try not to lie to women if I can help it."

"...Sounds like you do lie sometimes?"

I chuckled and pulled up a chair to sit in front of her.

A gesture to say I’d listen seriously.

"Hmm, I don’t know where to start."

Morgan looked like she really didn’t want to talk.

But she finally opened her mouth, as if she had no choice.

"Don’t you notice something strange about my horns?"

"Your horns?"

I looked closely at the horns on her head.

I hadn’t noticed before, distracted by her massive tits and ass.

But now that I looked...

"The size and shape are different."

"Yes, exactly."

I said it on a whim, but Morgan nodded vigorously.

"As you might guess, this isn’t my true form."

"Right, you’re using polymorph."

A dragon’s true form is a giant winged lizard.

She’s currently transformed into a human shape.

Even in this form, she’s so beautiful, she must be a stunner in the dragon world too.

"And since polymorph is magic, it’s affected by the caster’s mana control and skill."

"Hmm, and?"

"...You said it yourself. My horns’ size and shape are different."

"So, the difference between daytime and now is due to poor magic skill..."

Morgan flushed slightly and turned her head away.

Oddly cute, but I was filled with questions.

’So, a dragon’s horns keep changing because she’s bad at magic?’

Dragons are synonymous with exceptional magical prowess.

They’re said to surpass even witches.

’And Morgan’s a dragon who’s lived for 500 years.’

A being like that can’t control her own magic?

It’s like hearing a baseball player doesn’t know how to hit.

"Fine, you get it, so I’ll admit it. I’m bad at magic."

"Wow."

I didn’t know how to react.

A dragon, of all things, bad at magic?

"Didn’t you openly mock my pathetic skills during the day?"

"...That’s just a habit of mine. So my lack of skill doesn’t get exposed."

"Really?"

"...Honestly, seeing a human use magic so well made me want to tease you too."

"For such a childish reason..."

"Shut up! What do you know!"

Morgan reached out and forcibly covered my mouth.

In her human form, her hand was soft, with only the strength of an average woman.

"Not being able to use magic is a big deal for a dragon!"

"Yeah, I can imagine."

If I couldn’t use magic, my world would go dark.

’If push comes to shove, I could learn the sword or something...’

It must be a huge deal for Morgan.

For dragons, magic isn’t just a skill—it’s something more.

"Then why tell me? There are tons of witches who are magic experts."

"..."

"What?"

"...It’s embarrassing."

"So... what?"

"It’s embarrassing to admit this to witches."

It almost made me laugh, but she was dead serious.

"Even Circe, the Great Witch, is much younger than me. Most are less than half my age."

"Hmm."

"How could I ask kids like that to teach me magic? My dignity would hit rock bottom."

I understood what she meant.

’I felt the same shock and wall seeing the witches’ magic.’

At the same time, I accepted it as inevitable.

The gap in talent and lifespan between me and witches is stark.

Being worse at magic than witches isn’t shameful.

It’s just "natural."

’But it’s different for this dragon.’

She’s from a race renowned for magic and she’s lived far longer.

For Morgan to learn magic from witches?

It’s like an elementary schooler tutoring you in math.

I get why she’d feel embarrassed.

"Then why tell me?"

"Well, you’re just a human who’ll die in less than a hundred years. That’s short enough to be fine."

"..."

This damn lizard’s got some nerve.

I felt it with Diana too, but long-lived species have racism as a passive trait.

It’s not even malice, just a pure difference in perspective, which makes it more infuriating.

"And you’re not a genius like the witches, right? You’d be better at teaching at my level."

"That’s harsh. I’ll have you know, among humans, I’m called a genius."

"W-What, really?"

Morgan’s eyes widened.

"No wonder a human like you uses witches’ magic so well. A genius among humans, huh."

"Enough with the human jabs."

I scratched my head, laughing wryly.

It’s shocking that a dragon’s bad at magic.

But that doesn’t mean I can underestimate her.

’She’s just bad at it, not weak.’

She only seems weak in human form.

If she reverts, she could toy with me like a mouse.

"So, to sum it up, you’re embarrassed that a dragon’s bad at magic, so you want to learn from a human like me?"

"Pretty much."

Pretty bold for someone asking to be taught.

’From Morgan’s perspective, this might really be her swallowing her pride.’

A lofty dragon asking a human for help.

That takes serious resolve.

It means this is that important to her.

At the same time... it was unexpected good news for me.

’This is something I can use.’

Suppressing a grin, I nodded as if doing her a favor.

"Alright. It’s a tough request, but I’ll take it."

"Really?"

"But."

I raised a finger and told Morgan.

"There’s a... not a condition, but a price."

She’s handing me her weakness and bowing to ask for help.

Why wouldn’t I take advantage of that?