Tempted by the Trial Grimoire

Carved into the rock itself, my massive Dragon's Lair.

In this place lavishly adorned with all sorts of ores and jewels, the sound of me swallowing dryly echoes particularly loudly.

*Gulp*♡

"F-Finally... the Trial Grimoire for the Perverted Dragon's Humiliating Adventure of Shame..."

I tear open the book's packaging with trembling hands.

The book is mostly bright pink overall, inscribed with runes, and the cover bears a large heart pattern.

I know that heart pattern on the cover all too well.

A massive pink heart at the center, with bat wings extending from both sides.

This is the lewd sigil commonly used by succubi, meaning some perverted succubus wrote this book.

"I actually went and did it. Bought this with my own money. Should I quit while I can? It's not too late to turn back."

I look up at the mirror across from me.

In the mirror, my eyes meet those of a beauty straight out of a fairy tale.

Deep purple hair cascades down her snow-white shoulders, and a pair of purple horns rises piercing through the violet sea atop her head.

Her long, sharp eyes paired with crimson pupils evoke images of a demon lord or a cold empress.

Her facial features, sculpted beautifully and sharply like an ancient marble statue, exude arrogant elegance.

If not for those lively pink lips brimming with vitality, you'd swear she was a painting or sculpture.

She's draped in a light, thin silk gown, and her massive breasts and wide hips bulge prominently against the loose fabric, emphasizing her erotic allure.

Beautiful like a human, yet possessing a beauty beyond humans.

That's a dragon. That's me, Maltaris.

...Though her perverted expression kinda ruins the beauty, there's no denying she's got that fairy-tale queen vibe going on.

"Getting all ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠excited with a face like a total pervert... Ngh... M-Maybe I should stop after all...? But I went out of my way to buy it. Gotta at least try it once, right...? Let's just read it for now."

I make excuses to myself as I open the book.

Trial Grimoire.

Its full title is 'Perverted Dragon's Humiliating Adventure Trial Grimoire'.

As the name suggests, it's a magic tome that imposes trials on any dragon who uses it.

Infuse it with mana, and it bestows all sorts of curses on the dragon.

Moreover, these curses can't be lifted at will by the dragon—they can only be removed by meeting Lilith, the succubus who created the Trial Grimoire.

"Cursing a dragon with high magic resistance? This Lilith succubus must be something else, whoever she is. But what kind of curses does it give?"

"...Huh?"

"Wha? Wha-wha? Whoa? Whoooaaa???"

The curse list I saw looked less like magic and more like a simple process for turning someone into a disposable cum rag onahole— a barrage of filthy, vulgar debuffs.

Hanging all these on me would be like strutting down a back alley with condoms dangling everywhere like a streetwalker; I'd get gang-raped in seconds flat.

"What the hell... there are so many curses...?"

Not only do ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the curses remodel my body into the perfect onahole fit, they also seal off most of a dragon's powers.

Flying through the skies, shattering the earth, wielding all sorts of magic, brewing poisons potent enough to topple kingdoms in a single drop—most of my draconic abilities get massively nerfed.

A dragon's sturdy flesh, regenerative powers, and robust stamina remain intact, but that's not a good thing.

It just turns me into a durable onahole perfect for rough handling.

"Imposing curses like these on a dragon. Just how powerful is this book?"

*Gulp*♡

I swallow without realizing it.

The moment I saw the curse list, I knew instinctively.

Wandering around with these curses on me would melt my brain with pleasures and humiliations I'd never experienced in my life♡

Turning into a total pervert walking onahole that tempts every male around just by walking, festooned with these curses♡

Perfect conditions to toss away a dragon's pride and self-respect and beg for cock like a bitch in heat♡

Getting captured by goblins and degenerating into a half-dragon baby factory.

Falling into a aphrodisiac tentacle nest and becoming a tentacle womb farm.

Getting captured alive by some shady mage guild and used as a breeding test subject for half-dragon research.

All things that were only possible in my fantasies... becoming reality...

"Haaahhhh...♡ Th-That... for real... ngh...♡"

I meet my eyes in the mirror.

The dragon in the mirror gazes back at me with flushed cheeks and an ecstatic expression♡

What the hell is with that perverted face♡

It's so damn familiar♡

The kind of face that screams 'rape me guilt-free the second you spot a male cock'♡

Seeing such a beautiful face twisted like that... even I think it's pathetic and vulgar... and perfect♡

"Ngh... my pussy's getting wet down there..."

A small puddle has already formed on the floor.

*Squish*♡

"Haaahn♡"

Before I knew it, I'd spread my legs on the table, grinding my baby maker against the sharp corner.

*Squish*♡ *Squelch*♡

"Ah... hng... haa... huu...♡ Haaa♡"

Rubbing my pussy on the desk corner feels so good♡

The hard edge pressing against my pussy lips while grinding my clit feels amazing♡

"Ngh♡ Hng♡ U-Ugh♡"

Just a little stimulation, and I'm already about to let out vulgar moans♡

Born with a pussy this perverted♡

Female dragons might as well be born with debuffs pre-installed♡

"Hng♡ I-It's all that doujin's fault♡ I-I'm not a pervert by nature♡ It's that comic's fault♡"

About 200 years after reincarnating in this world as the dragon named Maltaris.

I was bored with life.

A dragon's immortality was far too much for the mind of an ordinary human like me to handle.

I could breeze through any trial, but that meant no joy of achievement.

And with near-infinite lifespan, I never lacked time.

200 years was an eternity for an average guy like me.

The thought of living like that forever...

One day, suffocating from boredom, I picked up a book by chance on the market street, and it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠changed my life.

The contents weren't anything special.

It was a doujin about a great dragon who loses all her powers to an evil mage's curse and degenerates into a goblin tribe's baby ranch pussy.

The moment I first saw that goblin-dragon doujin, it felt like a lightning bolt pierced me from head to toe.

For me, buried in boredom, that goblin-dragon doujin after 200 years was an insanely intense stimulus.

So intense that I came standing right there in the market without even touching myself while reading it.

*Nnghyoooooo♡

"Wh-What the! Which pervert is this?!"

'Thank god no one was around.'

One hand clutching the goblin doujin tight, pussy soaked through, I fled to a back alley.

And so began my days of masturbating obsessively to goblin doujins.

Lying in front of the mirror, fantasizing what if noble and beautiful me ended up in that situation—I masturbated like crazy.

'Hng♡ Haa♡ I-I'm sorry♡ Goblin sir♡ Don't hit me♡ Heeek♡ Hig♡ Don't bully me♡ Maltaris♡ I'll do anything♡ P-Please stop torturing my pussy♡'

For a narcissist like me, fantasies of losing everything and falling into ruin were the perfect fap material.

Eventually, the walls came crashing down, and I started empathizing with other doujins too—fap after fap after fap.

No worries about starving, no easy fatigue or passing out, and thanks to my sturdy pussy, a dragon's body could handle all-day masturbation without backlash.

Choke my neck, hit me, zap me with electricity—my tough body bore no scars.

Plus, my body was erotic enough to serve as side dish for masturbation.

Dozens of years holed up in the cave, masturbating nonstop.

Eventually, I reached the point where fantasies and immersion weren't enough.

That's when I heard rumors about this Trial Grimoire by chance and ordered it half in doubt.

"Hng♡ Ngh♡ Oh♡ Ha-Hey♡ Hit♡ Uguhhhhn♡"

*Squiiirt*♡

Ah♡

I came from fantasy masturbation♡

The pussy juice I squirted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠forcefully burned a hole through my gown and pooled on the floor♡

"Ngh♡ I-I accidentally spat acidic breath from my pussy...♡"

My pussy's acid breath burned holes in my clothes and panties♡

This naughty pussy♡

What am I supposed to do with holes burned between my legs♡

It's like advertising 'I'm a perverted dragon who shoots acid breath from her pussy'♡

"That last masturbation made it clear♡ If I use this magic tome, my life's totally fucked♡ Completely ruined♡ I might end up as a bum-exclusive wall pussy sandbag in some shady kingdom alley♡ Or get hired as a baby-making master at a goblin ranch, pop out tons of half-dragons, and destroy a kingdom♡"

And that would surely... feel so good♡

"Ngh♡"

Between my legs is soaking wet again.

"I've lived nearly 300 years anyway. No point in dragging it out when there's nothing fun or worth doing left."

If it feels good, isn't that enough?

Unable to hold back the impulse, I activate the Trial Grimoire.

Succubus-pink mana swirls violently, tearing up the inside of my cave.

The Trial Grimoire floats into the air, emitting light as bright as the sun—

"Eh?"

—and suddenly, I'm not in my cozy lair anymore. I'm teleported to some unknown outdoors.