"What can be done about this..."

The Dragon girl leaned on a large stone by the pool, shaking her head incessantly.

But... clearly unwilling, why is her body uncontrollable?

She tightened her legs, curled her body slightly, her eyes blurred, one hand covering her face, but the other small hand couldn't help but reach towards the mysterious garden of **...

Of course, Verenica didn't even know that even by Dragon's standards, she was just a young dragon, and at this age, she was equivalent to a human teenager, in the so-called adolescence.

Or rather, Dragon's mating season.

Well, in a way, that person did help her break free from the curse, so as a repayment, marrying him or something, isn't that possible too?

Moreover, it's true that she was defeated, being trampled by the conqueror is just unavoidable, r-right? It's not like she wanted it...

In other words, that kind of thing will happen... being pinned down by a strong body, passionately entangled, and ruthlessly penetrated... ah, after all, that man is strong enough to defeat Dragon.

Faintly, the girl found herself looking forward to that impending event, and little mysterious water stains appeared on the large stone she was lying on...

Not good, she can't resist anymore! Damn it, she didn't want it to turn out like this...

The girl bit her lip, her small hand almost touching the already sensitive skin.

But just then, footsteps came from the direction of the cottage, awakening the girl from her dazed state.

The back door of the cottage creaked slightly, followed by the swaying of the knee-high grass by the pool, and a figure walked out from behind.

"Oh oh oh! Although I was mentally prepared, I still think it's so cute!"

Verenica immediately became alert, tilting her head to look at the intruder, like a wild cat invading its territory.

"You disgusting human! I won't easily... uh, ah, you, who are you?"

The unexpected intruder in the girl's bathing place was not the tall and strong knight that Verenica had imagined, but a woman who was entirely unfamiliar.

White short hair that reached her ears, the contours on her eyebrows and eyes were as sharp as a sword, but she also had the softness unique to women.

She seemed to be here for a bath as well, wrapped only in a towel, revealing ** yet slender thighs.

"Hey, who are you? Are you that guy's woman?"

Verenica flipped over and immersed herself in the water, only half of her head sticking out above the surface, frowning as she stared at her.

What a shameless human, clearly having a wife and still blatantly saying things like "Marry me."

But the white-haired woman did not show any surprised or angry expression as Verenica had expected. On the contrary, she looked at her with a subtle smile that made the Dragon girl extremely uncomfortable.

"Oh, I see, you didn't recognize me? Verenica?" The woman blinked and suddenly took a fully enclosed helmet out of nowhere and put it on. "So, would this make you more familiar?"

The moment she put on the helmet, the woman's voice immediately underwent a subtle distortion. Although the basic tone didn't change, it sounded significantly deeper and hoarser overall. And this voice was extremely familiar to Verenica...

"W-what?!" Σ( ° △ °|||)︴

...

"Ahahaha!"

Aya directly sprayed the tea she had in her mouth, of course, there was no tea in her mouth at the moment, so she picked up the landlady's blanket and took a sip and sprayed it out.

The boss lady's expression immediately turned unfriendly, but that's not the point. The point is that Aya wouldn't be able to express her current state of shock if she didn't do it this way.

What should I do? This feeling of déjà vu is getting stronger and stronger. Is it not a good idea to keep staring like this...?

Suddenly, Aya thought of something. She looked around cautiously, as if she were a thief, and breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that there were no familiar faces nearby.

One minute later, Aya carefully slipped out of the stall with a bag in her arms, as if she were carrying confidential documents.

"AyaAya! Over here!"

Not far from Aya's stall, Coco was busy shopping at another medium-sized booth.

Maybe it was because of the innate sensitivity of people in the industry, but Coco's eyes landed on Aya at first glance, and the second glance fell on the bag in Aya's arms. The corners of Coco's mouth immediately curved into a smile resembling the letter "ω," and she put down the manga in her hand and walked over.

"Ohoho, AyaAya, what do you have in your hands? Could it be...?"

"Stop... babbling!" Aya turned around with the bag in her arms, and her face flushed... Ah, this is enough! Why am I feeling embarrassed!

So, dragons are just like King Yama, not only humans?

"So, are you planning to give this to your sister?"

"No way!"

Aya almost shouted in refusal. If Tiran saw this thing, who knows what the princess would do! Like...

"Oh? So the meaning of giving me this manga is... you also want to be treated like this? If you get down on your knees and beg, it's not impossible..."

"What? No way!" It seems like I haven't spoiled you enough... Relax, it will make you feel good...

...

Oh no!

I absolutely can't let this happen! Aya felt cold sweat continuously dripping down her back. If she really went through various humiliating lessons like in the manga, she would definitely be ruined. And speaking of which, Beirenika has really been ruined in the later stages...

Wait a minute.

A cold wind blew, cooling Aya's heated head. Aya held her head and pondered for a moment.

What was I thinking just now? Wasn't I a man? Why did I bring myself into this?

Seal it, it must be sealed. This thing is the lingering resentment left by demons in the human world! Aya, don't give in!

"Um, Aya?"

Seeing Aya suddenly clutching her head and muttering, Coco was curious.

But before her hand could touch Aya's shoulder, Aya stood up again, her expression returning to normal.

"I'm fine now, let's continue."

"Oh..." Coco still felt a bit confused. "Then, we can go to the food area outside to take a break, and there will be performances on the main stage in a while..."

Ding dong...

Suddenly, the sound of the magitech amplification device starting echoed in the venue, and then a sweet female voice came through the speakers placed in various corners.

"Hello, everyone! We have a limited-time event announcement~ In the next hour, the popular artist Lengshao will be at the Doujin area for a free stage appearance and signing session of her new work. Fans of her cold noodles, don't miss it!"

Within a second of the broadcast ending, the entire venue erupted in excitement.

Coco's eyes lit up, forgetting all about their previous plans. She immediately grabbed Aya's arm and turned her head. "Let's go, let's go, hurry up and join the queue!"

"Hey, didn't you say you were going to take a rest?" Aya, who was almost knocked down, struggled to regain her balance as she ran and asked.

"But this is the great Cold Attire Master! Her whereabouts are usually unknown and it's rare to see her. The signed first edition of her work is already being sold for tens of thousands of gold coins!"

"No... didn't you and Lady Tiran go for her last time? It's boring to do the same thing every time," Aya sighed.

"... Aya, don't say things like that next time. Other fans might hit you for that."

"Huh?" Aya was taken aback.

"Firstly, who wouldn't want to meet their idol? And secondly..." Coco's expression turned helpless. "Last time, the Cold Attire Master didn't show up..."

In other words, she chickened out! So humans are actually pigeons at heart?

Luckily, the Free Stage was in the Doujin area and they quickly arrived. However, there was already a long line of hundreds of people in front of the relatively small stage, which was already being overwhelmed by aspiring performers and mysterious activities. Even the figure of the "Cold Attire Master" that Tiran had heard countless times next to her couldn't be seen.

And when they turned around, they saw that there was a sea of people behind them, extending the line outside the Doujin area.

"So many fans..." Aya tugged at the corners of her mouth, unsure of what expression to make.

"But the Cold Attire Master is a big shot in the industry, isn't it normal?" Coco replied matter-of-factly.

"I'm getting more and more curious," Aya yawned as they moved slowly with the line. "What kind of person is she?"

"Well... it's hard to say. The Cold Attire Master is very mysterious. There's hardly any news about her, and few people know her true identity. Only editors have direct contact with her and are responsible for publishing her works."

"Mysterious..." Aya looked at the book in her hand and muttered, "I'm curious about the kind of person who can draw this kind of content..."

"Don't think that the Cold Attire Master only draws doujinshi because of this. The world of this book, 'Living With a Dragon Girl,' is based on her original work, 'Song of the Cold Night.' It's a serious epic work that has been serialized for nearly two hundred chapters."

Wtf... the original author is personally drawing doujinshi? Is this the official killing off of doujinshi?

"Oh, right, Aya. If you have this book, you can get it signed by the Cold Attire Master. Sister will definitely be happy about it!"

Suddenly remembering the initial purpose here, Coco reminded her.

"Ah, got it. I'll see for myself who she is," Aya nodded and took out the comic book she had bought from her bag.

The speed of Cold Attire's autographing seemed to be even faster than expected. The long line of hundreds of people ahead quickly shortened. Aya and Coco finally made it to the stage and could see the legendary master up close--

Wait, what?

Aya blinked.

Wait, wait, what?

She rubbed her eyes and looked again.

Blue-gray wavy long hair, a gray windbreaker with a water-colored lining, and a well-endowed chest that could make the poor princess explode for dozens of blocks. She wore a pair of women's glasses with plain lenses on her nose and was attentively signing her name, "Cold Attire," in a style reminiscent of Eastern calligraphy, under the expectant gaze of a fan in front of her.

"Thank you for your support. The next person, please come up..."

Cold Attire replenished the ink in her pen and moved her wrist, which had grown slightly stiff from signing so many autographs, as she spoke to herself.

Ah, it can't be wrong, this voice, this appearance, it must be... that woman!

"Hmm? Next one? Can you please not dawdle? There are still many fans behind... huh?"

Leng Shao also looked up and met Aya's stunned gaze.

In that instant, Aya's mind went blank, leaving only one sentence:

Oh no, I'm doomed.