Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: A 500-Year-Old Beauty Visits My Room Naked at Night
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
It was around the time I was reading a book in my room after dinner.
Suddenly, someone pounded on the door with a loud banging noise.
'...What the hell? Who's that?'
No one had ever knocked like that before.
Even Diana had some manners.
If something that had never happened before suddenly occurred...
It was probably due to the new person who'd shown up.
Recalling someone from earlier that day, I opened the door.
"Why'd you take so long to open the door, human? I almost broke it down."
Sure enough, there stood Morgan, the Dragon.
The problem—no, the upside—was that she wasn't wearing any clothes.
Not in her underwear or draped in a thin robe.
She was completely, utterly naked. Not a stitch on her.
Her full, voluptuous breasts and firm, perky ass that could make stars shine brighter.
They were so stunning that a gasp of admiration escaped me the moment I saw her.
"Why are you naked?"
"What a stupid question. You take your clothes off at home. They're uncomfortable anyway."
...Not everyone treats this place like that level of "home."
Most people at least wear underwear or pajamas.
'Whatever. Explaining human common sense to a Dragon would just be a waste of time.'
She'd probably wandered around naked without issue before.
There were few Witches in the Witch Manor to begin with.
And they rarely roamed around at night like this.
Plus, it was all women anyway, so nothing to hide.
'Even if Kirke pointed it out... knowing a Dragon's personality, she'd just do whatever she wanted.'
I decided not to stop Morgan and just let her be.
For one thing, it was a treat for the eyes.
If those massive tits and that ass were going to jiggle around on their own, who was I to complain?
'...I noticed it during the day too, but damn, what an incredible body.'
If Kirke and Diana had artistic, elegant figures,
Morgan boasted pure explosive volume.
Those absurdly huge mana sacks.
Perfectly round hips and plump, juicy thighs to boot.
It was a truly unrealistic, Dragon-worthy physique.
"Out of the way."
Morgan barged into my room without even asking permission.
Then she whipped her head up to look at me.
"What are you doing? Standing in the hallway instead of coming in?"
...That's what I should be saying.
Diana was like that too, but this Dragon really had an attitude.
'Of course, with a face and body like that, it's impossible to hate her.'
I closed the door while eyeing her swaying hips.
There was something mesmerizing about watching that huge mass of flesh jiggle with every step.
"Hmm~ So this is a human's room. More ordinary than I expected."
"I'm not the type to decorate much."
"Is this a magic book?"
"Yeah, I was studying it until just now."
"......I see. Got it."
Morgan glanced at the book I was reading and nodded.
Then, predictably without asking, she plopped down on my bed.
'What a free spirit. Even Diana was a bit tense when she came into my room.'
Maybe it was because Dragons barely grasped the concept of men and women.
Diana was an Elf, but she was a married woman with a clear husband.
'She knew what it meant to enter a man's room. This Dragon, on the other hand, couldn't care less.'
Well, I wasn't complaining about it.
A beauty with such an amazing body climbing naked onto my bed was a picture in itself.
Alright, then.
The real question was why this Dragon had come to my room of her own accord.
"Coming to see me like this at night. Do you have some orders for me?"
"Hmm, I like how quick on the uptake you are."
Morgan grinned and crossed her legs.
Even that casual motion was ridiculously sexy.
She was already so pretty and erotic just being naked.
Now my dick was throbbing so hard it felt like it might burst.
'Good thing I had Medeia suck me off earlier and blow one load.'
Otherwise, staying calm would have been impossible.
Parading around that sexy, slutty body completely naked without a care was straight-up cheating.
"Keep this a secret from Kirke and the other Witches. Got it?"
"I'll hear you out first before deciding."
"...That's not the answer I wanted."
"There's a saying about husband and wife being one body and mind."
Telling this to a human she'd just met, instead of her Witch friends?
It was blatantly suspicious.
"Well, I'll at least listen. I'll keep it secret as long as it doesn't harm Kirke."
"Hmm, fair enough. That makes you more trustworthy, actually."
"I don't usually lie to women anyway."
"...Does that mean you do sometimes?"
I chuckled and pulled up a chair to sit in front of her.
A gesture saying I'd listen seriously, so go ahead and speak.
"Hmm, not sure where to start explaining this."
Morgan wore an expression like she really didn't want to talk about it.
But eventually, she opened her mouth as if she had no choice.
"Doesn't something look off about these horns of mine?"
"Your horns?"
I looked anew at the horns atop her head.
Her tits and ass had been so striking that I'd overlooked them.
But up close like this, something did seem...
"The sizes and shapes are different."
"Exactly."
I'd said it half-jokingly, just in case,
but Morgan nodded vigorously.
"As you know, this isn't my true form."
"Figures. You're polymorphed, right?"
A Dragon's true form was a massive lizard with wings.
Right now, she was polymorphed into a humanoid shape.
Of course, even in this transformed state, she was so beautiful that she had to be quite the looker even among Dragons.
"And since polymorph is magic, it depends on the caster's mana control and skill."
"Hmm, go on."
"...Didn't you just say it? The horns' sizes and shapes are different."
"Oh, so the reason they're different from daytime is because your magic isn't good enough..."
Morgan's face flushed slightly as she turned her head away.
It was oddly cute, but inside, I was filled with questions.
'So, the Dragon's horns keep changing shape because she's bad at magic?'
Dragons were synonymous with supreme magical prowess.
Even surpassing Witches, or so it was said.
'And Morgan's a Dragon who's lived for 500 years.'
For such a being to lack control over her own magic...
It felt like hearing a pro baseball player couldn't hit a single.
"Fine, I admit it. You get the gist. I'm bad at magic."
"Whoa."
What was I supposed to say to that?
A Dragon, bad at magic.
"But during the day, didn't you mock me openly for my pathetic skills?"
"...That's just my habit. Gotta act like it to avoid getting found out."
"For real?"
"...Honestly, seeing a human—not even a Witch—use magic so well made me want to tease you a bit."
"For such a childish reason..."
"Sh-shut up! What do you know?!"
Morgan reached out and forcibly covered my mouth with her hand.
Maybe because she was in human form,
her hand felt soft, with only the strength of an ordinary woman.
"Do you know how serious it is for a Dragon to be bad at magic?!"
"Yeah, I can imagine."
I'd probably see the world go dark if I suddenly couldn't use magic.
'Worst case, I'd learn the sword or something...'
For Morgan, it had to be a huge deal.
Magic wasn't just a skill for Dragons—it was everything.
"So why tell me? There are Witches everywhere, magic experts."
"......Me?"
"Pardon?"
"...It's embarrassing."
"Wait, what?"
"That's why. Embarrassed to admit it to the Witches."
It sounded hilarious from my perspective,
but she was dead serious.
"Even Great Witch Kirke is way younger than me. Most are less than half my age."
"Hmm."
"How could I ask kids like that to teach me? My dignity would hit rock bottom."
I got what she meant.
'I was shocked by the Witches' magic too, hit a wall.'
At the same time, I could see why it was inevitable.
The gap in talent and lifespan between me and the Witches was vast.
It wasn't shameful to lag behind them in magic.
It was just "normal."
'But this Dragon's different.'
Her entire race excelled at magic.
And she'd lived far longer.
For Morgan to learn magic from a Witch...
It'd be like an elementary kid getting math tutored.
No wonder she found it embarrassing.
"Huh? Then why tell me?"
"Well, you're a human who'll die in less than 100 years anyway. Figured that much time was fine."
"......"
Listen to this lizard bitch's personality.
I'd sensed it since Diana, but
long-lived races came with built-in speciesism.
It pissed me off more because it wasn't malice—just pure difference in perspective.
"Plus, you're no genius like the Witches. You should be better at teaching at my level."
"That's harsh. Even among humans, I've been called a genius."
"R-really?!"
Morgan's eyes widened in surprise.
"No wonder a mere human handles Witch magic so well. You're a genius—for a human."
"Enough with the human jabs already."
I let out a hollow laugh and scratched my head.
The revelation that a Dragon sucked at magic was shocking,
but it didn't mean I could look down on her.
'She's just unskilled, not weak.'
She only felt tame now in human form.
If she dropped the transformation, she'd toy with a mouse like me.
"So, to sum up: You're embarrassed that a Dragon like you is bad at magic. You want to learn from a human like me?"
"Roughly, yeah."
Pretty bold attitude for someone asking to be taught.
'No, from her perspective, this might be her swallowing her pride to beg.'
A mighty Dragon humbly requesting knowledge from a human.
Not something you'd do lightly.
It meant it was that desperate for her.
And for me... unexpected good news.
'Anyway, I can use this.'
Suppressing a grin inside,
I nodded as if bestowing a favor.
"Fine. Tough request, but I'll do it."
"Really?"
"But."
I held up one finger and spoke to Morgan.
"Not a condition... more like compensation."
She'd handed me her weakness on a platter and bowed her head to ask.
No reason not to exploit it, right?