Morningstar stared in utter disbelief at the scene before her. She never imagined the mountain-sized dragon could shrink into such a tiny creature. Witnessing a colossal beast become shorter than herself—a visual effect no sci-fi film could replicate—left her momentarily speechless.

“Mistress~~! I’ve missed you sooo much~!”

The girl flung her arms open and lunged at Morningstar. The jarring impact snapped her back to reality. She looked down at the little girl clinging to her chest. At around 160 cm herself, Morningstar realized the girl’s head barely reached her sternum—proof of just how petite she was.

“Y-you’re the dragon from just now?”

Morningstar’s voice trembled slightly, utterly unlike the imposing aura of the Dark Witch. She gazed down in disbelief at the half-dragon girl. *How much matter was compressed to achieve this? Her density must be insane… So why is her skin so soft instead of steel-hard?*

*No! Not the time for physics!*

“Of course, Mistress! I finally found you again! You still smell exactly like before—so comforting.”

The girl hugged her tightly, nuzzling her face against Morningstar’s chest and inhaling deeply. The gesture radiated pure affection.

Morningstar froze, flustered. No woman—no one—had ever shown her such open fondness, let alone a girl who looked so young. And now *she* was female too. Her garment, woven from Dark Essence, clung like gossamer—practically sheer. Every warm breath from the dragon girl brushed her sensitive chest skin, sending a strange, tingling sensation through her.

“H-how old are you?”

“Hmm… Over three thousand? Maybe four? I can’t recall much before becoming a dark dragon. All I know is I’ve served you for three or four millennia, Mistress.”

Her muffled voice came from against Morningstar’s chest. Still stunned, Morningstar didn’t register how inappropriate it was.

“Then why take the form of such a small child?”

“Because this shape lets me enjoy your embrace to the fullest~” The Little Dragoness nuzzled deeper.

Given her height, her head rested right at the Dark Sorceress’s…

*So this isn’t about hugs—it’s about… THAT!!!*

*Whoa, she’s a pervert! Keep distance or she’ll take advantage!* Morningstar’s mind raced. A flush crept up her cheeks as the nuzzling continued. “C-could you let go first?”

“Of course, Mistress~”

Obediently, the Little Dragoness took one last deep inhale of her scent before reluctantly pulling her head back from… *ahem*… Morningstar’s chest.

…

Morningstar was speechless. In twenty years, no girl had ever been this close. She’d fantasized about *being* the one to flirt with pretty girls—not *becoming* the one getting… *ahem*… flirted with.

Well, it wasn’t exactly harassment… they were both girls…

“C-can you shift into an adult form?”

The girl’s innocent face clashed wildly with her bold actions. Morningstar couldn’t meet her eyes.

“My true form was set when I became a dark dragon. But with transformation magic, I *could* appear older… but…”

“I’m begging you—just temporarily! I can’t handle this right now.”

“Alright… since you asked, Mistress.”

Dark light swirled. Morningstar felt the figure in her arms grow taller—now surpassing her height. Childlike softness vanished, replaced by elegant maturity. Face-to-face, Morningstar beheld breathtaking beauty: vertically slit serpent-like pupils lent an alluring mystique. Jet-black, fish-scale-patterned dragon scales still traced her cheeks. The flat-chested girl had transformed into a voluptuous woman.

“Mistress… is this form more to your liking?”

Now taller, the Little Dragoness’s scaled chest pressed firmly against Morningstar’s near-transparent Dark Essence garment. Every subtle friction was unmistakably clear.

*WHOAAAA!* Morningstar’s thoughts screamed. She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Ahem… ahem…” and gently pushed the girl away, cheeks burning.

In twenty years of zero romantic luck, she’d been tightly embraced by two beautiful girls in one day. Too bad she was a girl now—no “male perks” to enjoy. Yet this new perspective felt strangely thrilling. Lucky? Unlucky?

*Wait! Why am I blushing?! I’ve got a bone to pick with you!*

She patted her flushed cheeks, steeled her expression, and glared. “You summoned me here!”

“Yes, it was I, Mistress.”

“You ruined my life! I was about to date the girl of my dreams! You got me run over by a truck and turned me into *this*! I—I…”

Her words tumbled out. Only the girl’s gender stopped her from cursing outright.

“Mistress, isn’t this life better? You wield apocalyptic power now. If you desire companionship, I serve you—do as you wish. Unsatisfied? Return to the Demon Realm: your two Guardian Knights await. Former Valkyries of the Divine Clan—radiant beauty, perfect form. Still not enough? Conquer this world. Every beautiful woman shall be yours to command.”

The words painted Morningstar as a lust-driven tyrant chasing beauty.

“What are you *saying*?! I don’t need an army of women! I just want my ordinary life back! Who would *want* to be this Dark Sorceress?!”