Prologue: The Perverted Dragoness Quits the Party
A respectable tavern.
Before a table laden with fine food and drink sat a woman—a female—who took pride in her long crimson hair and thick horns. She drained a mug of ale in one great gulp, then abruptly confessed to her companions.
"Ah, I'm leaving the party."
The words came out of nowhere.
Naturally, the blonde girl asked,
"…Why?"
To the question from the one who seemed to lead this party, the dragoness answered short and sweet.
"Me? Well~♡ I've decided I want to live a life where I spread my cunt for men weaker than me, get treated worse than a whore, and get fucked raw all night long~♡ Eheheh… ehe… ahahahaha~♡"
That single line was her true nature—a perfect fusion of defeat-craving and the urge for total ruin.
And so begins the tale of the perverted dragoness.