Doros led Alquett down the night streets.

After several twists and turns, they finally reached Lilith’s apartment.

“Just ahead,” Doros said, pointing to Lilith’s door before waving goodbye. “It’s late—I should head back. Rest early. If you need anything, tell Lilith. She can be childish sometimes, but she’s kind to her own.”

“I’ll return tomorrow morning to discuss work arrangements. Don’t oversleep playing around~” Doros’ eyes narrowed slightly, a mysterious smile curling her lips.

Alquett missed the teasing undertone and simply nodded. “Understood. Thank you for your care, Sister Doros—” She hurried to the door and knocked.

Watching Alquett’s eager retreating back, Doros’ smile deepened. *Youthful impatience…*

***

*Thud-thud-thud—* “Anyone home? I’m back! Lilith?”

Alquett stood outside, a flicker of anticipation and unease in her chest.

*Behind this door… Lilith’s private room… What awaits?*

*A cozy nest plastered with cute decorations and pink plushies?*

*Or a messy disaster—clothes and underwear strewn everywhere, toys dumped on beds and tables…?*

*—Like most heroines’ rooms in Abaddon’s manga one-shots.*

*Though… as a Dragonmaid, maybe it’s a glittering treasure hoard of gold and jewels?*

Soft rustling sounds came from within—fabric sliding over damp skin, cloth whispering against cloth.

“Who is it…?” A soft, drowsy voice called out. Irregular *flip-flop* sounds approached the door.

*Creak—*

The wooden door opened.

Lilith stood there in rumpled green dinosaur pajamas, one pale hand rubbing her sleepy eyes. She yawned, exhaling a warm puff of mist. Her skin glowed freshly bathed, cheeks flushed rosy—a stark contrast to the composed Lilith Alquett remembered.

“Huh…?” Alquett froze, staring for seconds before turning her head away, eyes darting. “That… that succubus said I could stay here…”

“Oh… it’s you…” Lilith blinked slowly, recognizing her. “Come in…” She shuffled aside half a step, making room.

No flashy decorations. No scattered trash or dirty dishes. No glittering gold.

The unlit apartment revealed only a plain living room by streetlight—a brown rug, a sofa, a dining table with two small chairs.

Utterly bare. Compared to the bishop’s villa Alquett once lived in, this felt painfully humble.

“…Why so late? We’d already washed up and gone to bed—*come in*.” Lilith’s lazy voice urged. Seeing Alquett still rooted, she grabbed her wrist and tugged her inside. “Viola’s asleep. Keep quiet.”

Alquett nodded silently. Watching the petite dragon girl ahead, she recalled manga tropes. *Act natural.* She casually slung an arm over Lilith’s shoulders.

Lilith didn’t react—as if used to it. She let the boyish gesture slide.

*Got her!*

Alquett’s heart raced. *If they don’t resist physical contact, it means they like you!*

Her palm rested on Lilith’s damp neck, fingers tracing smooth, dewy skin. A faint, uniquely draconic fragrance filled her nose—delicate yet exotic. She leaned closer, breathing deeply, savoring the post-bath scent. A hidden heat stirred within her.

*Click—*

The door shut. Silence swallowed the room.

“Lilith… it’s just us two now, right?”

“Mm…?” Lilith glanced at the Hero beside her, puzzled. “I suppose so—”

*(Since Viola’s asleep…)*

“Where should I sleep tonight?” Alquett scanned the dark room, her crimson eyes gleaming like embers.

Lilith jolted awake. *Oh no—*

*I forgot to arrange a place!*

Busy with missions and injuries these past days, she’d never added a spare bed. Only her single bed remained—currently shared with Viola.

*Huge mistake…*

“Uh… you could squeeze in with Viola? I’ll take the sofa—” Lilith shuffled toward it.

Though her body was now a weaponless dragon girl, her mind still held the restless spirit of a young man.

*As the dominant type (self-proclaimed), being forced to be Viola’s body pillow while she sleeps naked… who could endure that?!*

Viola treated her like a sister—utterly trusting, limbs flung carelessly. Anyone with functioning parts would’ve “accidentally” crossed lines by now.

But Lilith? Her most masculine asset had been confiscated. She spent nights wide-eyed, sighing at the ceiling.

*She’d just been about to relieve some tension after Viola fell asleep… until that knock interrupted. Now frustration simmered in her gut.*

“The bedroom’s there. Sleep early… goodnight.” Lilith sat on the sofa—but Alquett pulled her up.

“No—I’m the slave of Lilith’s master. How can a slave take the bed while the master sleeps on a cold, hard sofa?” Alquett’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

“Mm… but there’s only one bed… I don’t mind… would *you* sleep on the sofa?”

“We don’t *have* to sleep on the sofa.” Alquett gently pushed the bedroom door open. Inside, Viola curled on the edge of the bed, one bare arm draped over the blanket, a leg exposed. Her breathing was even, soft murmurs escaping as she fumbled for something missing in her arms.

Alquett’s eyes gleamed. She leaned close, lowering her voice:

“…That bed looks big enough. How about we… do this—”