Becoming a young dragon girl shouldn’t mess up the plot too weirdly, right?

In the original story, Rigmore was a proper male dragon.

Rayelle stared at her fair, tender skin and slender limbs, lost in brief thought.

Though her voice, looks, and personality now seemed utterly girlish, Rayelle clung to a last shred of hope.

After all, she’d had no time to check her body during the journey.

Without seeing it herself, she refused to accept becoming a girl.

Rayelle took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and peeked downward.

The next second, her little face instantly flushed crimson.

“Whimper… Oh no… It’s really gone…”

Her lifelong dragon companion had vanished, leaving only an empty pit.

Rayelle suddenly felt a wave of gloom.

Once a self-proclaimed righteous loli enthusiast who adored little girls deeply—this didn’t mean she wanted to become one!

Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, startling Rayelle mid-check. Her whole body trembled.

Standing there was Aerin.

Her silver hair draped wetly over her shoulders, wrapped in a fluffy towel. Her soft mounds pressed roundly against the fabric, threatening to spill out.

Wisps of steam swirled around Aerin’s stunning beauty and ethereal grace, making her seem like an elegant fairy. Rayelle felt slightly dazed.

While Rayelle was distracted, Aerin had already dropped the towel and stepped into the tub.

“Eep!?”

Rayelle snapped back to reality, frantically covering her chest and lower body with tiny hands.

The emptiness made her feel utterly insecure.

“Hmm?”

Aerin noticed Rayelle’s shy gesture but didn’t mind.

Everyone’s like this the first time.

She’d get used to it with time.

Feeling Aerin’s gaze, Rayelle’s face grew hotter, flushing unnaturally.

As a lifelong singleton, she’d never been this close to another girl—especially completely naked.

Worse, she’d turned into a tiny, soft loli.

Even facing Aerin’s taller frame, she could only look up.

This felt jarring for Rayelle, who’d once stood at 1.9 meters and always looked down on others.

“Rayelle, relax.”

Aerin gently wiped Rayelle’s body with one hand while softly stroking her warm, supple skin with the other.

Hmm, the texture was nice.

Used to hard swords, Aerin enjoyed Rayelle’s plump, squishy feel.

Aerin’s rough palm made Rayelle let out a cute whimper, instinctively straightening up.

After drying Rayelle’s back, Aerin lifted her lightly, turning her around.

“Put your hands down. Don’t be shy.”

Aerin said flatly.

But Rayelle, still blushing fiercely, refused to let go.

“…”

Aerin sighed inwardly.

Time for stronger measures?

She reached out, gently pulling Rayelle’s wrists from her chest.

She repeated the motion for the other hand.

Soon, both of Rayelle’s tiny hands were pinned above her head by Aerin’s single grip.

“Whimper…”

This bound-like pose made Rayelle’s face burn even redder.

Steam practically billowed from her head like a kettle.

“Hmm?”

Aerin suddenly froze, staring intently at a spot on Rayelle’s body.

Her odd reaction made Rayelle’s mind go blank, forgetting her shyness.

What… what’s wrong!?

Did she notice something?

Seeing Aerin’s growing seriousness, Rayelle tensed up. Her eyes drifted downward, following Aerin’s gaze.

The next second, Rayelle froze.

Her eyes landed on her own abdomen.

There, crisscrossing her belly, were sword slashes, arrow punctures, and burn scars from flames.

Oh no.

Rayelle panicked.

A normal refugee shouldn’t have so many wounds—many were fatal to humans.

Only a dragon king’s vitality had saved her.

Aerin must’ve noticed…

Rayelle’s small body trembled uncontrollably, tears welling in her eyes.

She could already picture it: exposed, scrubbed clean, seasoned with ginger and garlic, then stir-fried golden-brown in a wok until fragrant for miles.

“These scars…”

Aerin was indeed studying the wounds.

She recognized many were lethal—impossible for a refugee to survive.

But in Aerin’s eyes, Rayelle wasn’t human.

She was an unknown dragon king.

Rigmore? Unlikely—the poison acted fast, and Rayelle showed no symptoms.

“Whimper…”

Seeing Rayelle’s fearful eyes and shaking form, Aerin guessed her thoughts.

Probably afraid of being rejected as a freak.

“Don’t be scared…”

Aerin continued wiping Rayelle’s jade-like skin, stealing glances at her delicate frame.

Smooth, youthful shoulders. A teardrop-shaped belly with cute baby fat. Slim thighs hinting at future grace.

Snow-white hair and pale blue eyes shimmering with moisture.

Every inch was a breathtaking treasure.

Earlier, dirt and rags had hidden Rayelle’s true beauty.

Now, unveiled, even Aerin—a two-lifetime veteran—felt awe.

This child’s budding loveliness, elegant curves, plump limbs, and perfectly shaped little buds promised stunning maturity.

Such a treasure had fallen into her lap—literally from the sky.

Aerin’s lips curled into a subtle smile.

This adorable child was hers to keep. No one else would touch her.

“Rayelle, I won’t abandon you. You’ll stay by my side.”

“Forever…”