Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Wind blades sliced past his hair, shearing off his waist-length locks in an instant. Then, water magic surged—a torrential stream drenched his head, washing away every stray strand.

Each wind blade precisely trimmed only his hair, never nicking his skin. Every cut removed excess without a scratch.

Sky Qi grinned at his reflection in the mirror, making a silly face.

This barbering skill could land him a job as a magic stylist. Way more profitable than Lin Xiarri hammering metal as a blacksmith.

Adolf’s school uniform was surprisingly durable. It wouldn’t tear during fights unless he moved wildly.

The uniform resembled a trench coat, hem brushing above his knees. Roomy inside, with two large waist pockets and hidden compartments. A school emblem was stitched on the right chest.

A sword hid within a shield, half its blade and hilt exposed. Red dots embroidered on the steel symbolized blood.

Everything was black—even the trousers. The material felt soft, unlike other schools’ outdated designs that screamed "country bumpkin in the city."

Much better now. Sky Qi adjusted his face slightly with a mask, adopting an unremarkable neighborhood-boy look.

He slicked back his hair with fake nonchalance. And now… he stood inside a girls’ dorm room.

Worried about wearing boy’s clothes? Not at all. Headmaster Adolf had his back. Tomorrow, at the opening ceremony, Adolf would announce his right to live here.

Sky Qi didn’t care—just no cohabitation. Lin Xiarri was still researching those two negative buffs. He’d check progress soon and borrow money from the old headmaster to repay him.

Adolf was filthy rich anyway. Even this uniform screamed luxury. No surprise there.

A gentle breeze brushed his ear. Suddenly, howling winds erupted. A piercing dragon roar forced him to muster magic. He kicked off, blasting backward to the door.

"Were you really hiding from me?" Jaina’s petite frame leaped lightly through the window.

"Hiding’s useless. I’m a dragon. My sense of smell is ten thousand times sharper than yours."

Sky Qi stayed silent, staring blankly at her.

"Don’t glare like that. We’ll be classmates tomorrow," Jaina broke the deathly silence.

"Classmates? Hell no." Sky Qi rolled his eyes. "Who’d want a dragon as a classmate?"

"Ouch, that stings. And—" Jaina’s aura exploded. Terrifying dragon pressure pinned Sky Qi down, freezing his body. "Was that mockery toward dragonkind?"

"No, no. Your kind’s too noble. We humans could never measure up," Sky Qi scoffed.

"Smooth-talker. Even powerless, you’re still a handful."

The pressure vanished like smoke sucked into a vent, retreating into Jaina’s body.

Sky Qi gave a bitter smile. This dragon always used her aura to scare him. Useless, really.

Back when he had F Rank luck, he’d met an Infernal Dragon in the magic forest. Chaos erupted. The dragon spat fire—he could’ve dodged it easily.

But his cursed luck summoned a magic storm. Winds hurled the flames straight into his face. Unavoidable dragonfire plus a storm? Unimaginable power.

He’d toughed it out anyway. In his prime, dragon aura was child’s play.

"So you’ve already gotten used to my aura?" Jaina sounded surprised. He’d adapted in just one day.

But would he get used to this? A smirk curled her lips.

A gust shot from her palm. Before Sky Qi reacted, it slammed him against the wall. His head cracked hard on the surface.

Dizziness flooded him. His B Rank body couldn’t even handle this single blow.

"What the hell? That hurt!" Sky Qi rubbed his head, groggy. He blinked open his eyes—only to lock gazes with Jaina.

Her nose almost touched his. He realized her arm pinned him to the wall.

Oh crap. Was he being wall-donged by a petite dragon girl?

Sky Qi frowned. What a waste of time. He coiled his right fist, aiming a punch at her face.

Not that he lacked chivalry—it was just… Jaina reacted instantly. Her hand clamped his wrist, freezing his fist mid-swing.

Sky Qi had expected this. He swept a whip-kick at her, pouring multiple magic elements into the blow. He didn’t hope to wound her—just push her back.

But Jaina took it effortlessly. His kick felt like striking steel, jolting his leg numb.

"Do you know defying your master is a death sentence for a slave?"

"I’m no slave. Give up your delusions." Sky Qi shot back. "And do you realize you’re harassing me?"

"Harassing?" Jaina sneered, pressing closer.

Sky Qi’s arms were pinned. Her strength left zero room to resist. Magic died in his veins the moment she grabbed him.

"What… do you want?"

Jaina didn’t answer. She bit his lips.

Yes, bit—not kissed. Firm but not brutal. Her teeth held his mouth shut, sucking gently.

He couldn’t speak, only whimpering like a mosquito. He tried kneeing her away—but she trapped his legs between hers before he moved.

Her petite body pinned him completely against the wall. Guess he really couldn’t win at this strength.

Sky Qi’s mind went blank.

Jaina finally pulled back, cheeks flushed. "Well? Thoughts? How was my kissing style?"

"Hmm…" Sky Qi tilted his head thoughtfully. "You were biting me."

She declared righteously, "Become my slave, and you get this anytime."

"Only an idiot would agree to that!" Sky Qi’s eye twitched, helpless.