There's no way I'll lose, right?
Everything had been progressing flawlessly according to plan.
But...
Why was he still hesitating?
Morgan's ever-burning competitive spirit flared up once more.
She moved in close to him and breathed softly.
"Hey—"
"Don't you really like that scent I have, the one that reminds you of your mother?"
"Right now is the best time."
Her words shot straight into Ian's heart like an arrow.
Very soon, the princess of Britain noticed that hesitation had disappeared from his eyes.
The opportunity had come.
"That's right."
"Just like that."
Morgan took Ian's hand and led him step by step into the darkness.
Everything around them went quiet.
In this moment when the village had just been saved, no one paid any attention to the two figures slipping into the shadows.
With a soft thud, Morgan brought Ian down onto the grass.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips gently brushing the back of it.
"Go ahead."
"Do what you want."
"Tonight, I'm the one who cares about you the most."
Morgan had never done anything like this before.
It was her first time.
But the moment she heard herself say those words, she felt an overwhelming pleasure.
In her entire life until now, she had always been the one who was forced to lose.
The throne.
Britain.
Everything had been taken by that so-called little sister, Artoria.
So this much... wasn't too much, right?
Being able to take something away from Artoria…
It felt amazing!
Absolutely amazing!
"Can I really do anything?"
Ian looked directly at Morgan, who was wrapped around his neck.
The calm eyes he had before were now glowing red.
Morgan could tell—he was in a highly unstable emotional state.
Artoria's rejection was likely the root cause of it all.
How delightful…
"Yes, anything."
Morgan's face turned a light shade of red.
"Artoria doesn't care about you."
"But I do."
The moment the words left her lips, Morgan witnessed the terror of a dragon.
Those powerful arms of his pulled to either side.
Even if it were solid iron, it might have torn in half under that force—let alone a girl's clothes.
In the darkness, something was suddenly revealed.
But this was only the beginning.
A low growl echoed from the boy's throat.
Like a predator hunting its prey, the dragon's hands gripped Morgan's body tightly.
His chest rose and fell.
One breath after another of hot air came out of his mouth.
He opened it wide, revealing sharp fangs that hadn't been there before, and lunged down.
Morgan's eyes widened.
She hadn't expected him to turn this beastly.
But...
The corners of her mouth curled slightly.
She liked this feeling.
It was only with such a ferocious beast that one could experience such rare pleasure upon contact.
The dragon's fangs bit down mercilessly, tugging with force now and then—like it was really feeding.
But Morgan didn't resist at all.
"Yes."
"Just like that—"
"Be rougher, even rougher."
"You're a powerful being. There's no need to suppress yourself for anyone."
"Do whatever you want. That's the real you. That's the you that deserves to exist in this world."
"Roar—"
A deep growl rumbled from the boy's throat.
His regrown tail thrashed against the ground, creating powerful sounds.
Such obvious changes didn't escape Morgan's notice.
She finally understood why Tiamat had judged him that way back then.
As mother and son, the two of them were the same.
As soon as emotions ran high, he would revert to this form.
Strong.
Morgan, lying beneath him, couldn't move at all.
He was holding back.
The princess of Britain clearly understood this at that moment.
"You don't need to hide your thoughts."
"With me, just be your truest self."
"I like what's real."
As soon as she said that, Morgan felt an even greater force.
"Ah…"
The dragon growled low in his throat.
And alongside that sound came Morgan's own moans.
"Are you going to bite it clean off?"
"That's terrifying~"
Though Morgan said that, her legs still seductively wrapped around the dragon's waist.
And because of that—
She touched something she hadn't earlier.
A bit surprising.
Should she say, as expected of Tiamat's offspring?
It was... quite exaggerated.
"Artoria probably hasn't given you this kind of chance yet, has she?"
Morgan gently stroked the back of Ian's neck and whispered.
"But I can."
"What she refuses to do with you—I can do all of it."
"After all—"
A seductive glint flashed in the princess's flushed eyes.
"She cares more about being king than about you."
Maybe true, maybe not.
Morgan's eyes reflected the dragon form he had taken.
"I'm different."
"I care about you."
The dragon raised his head.
And so did the little dragon.
Morgan saw everything.
Giving her first time to a dragon?
Not impossible.
Taking something away from Artoria—for that, this was a small price to pay.
Morgan's body trembled slightly.
But the arms wrapped around Ian tightened even more than before.
"Come inside—"
"Show me what dragon power really means," she whispered into his ear, her body covered in bite marks.
"You can do it."
However...
Ian remained still, as if he hadn't heard her at all.
The princess of Britain frowned.
"You don't like me?"
"My care means nothing to you?"
"It does."
Ian gripped Morgan's breast—one on each side—and changed their shape with both hands.
"But... it feels like doing this would hurt Artoria."
Morgan's face darkened.
What exactly had Artoria done to make this dragon so obedient?
Still, it didn't matter. As long as he could show even a hint of lust in front of her, it was only a matter of time.
"Not ready yet?"
"Then proving yourself on the outside is fine too."
"I don't mind."
"Really?"
"Of course."
Morgan freed one hand and traced it boldly down the dragon's back.
"I'll help you get used to it, slowly."
…
It really was big.
Morgan confirmed that again.
But more than that—
Feeling the hem of her skirt dampened by the dragon, the fate-defying princess had an even more dangerous thought.
If Artoria realized something had happened…
What kind of expression would she make?