Show Me Your Stats!

"So, what, you came over to sleep here because the bed in that little house sucks?"

Ayra asked without even bothering to lift her hand, casting a spell instead. Thankfully, she still had more MP than HP to spare.

As she took a step, the hem of her pure white robe slid down with a soft swish and pooled onto the floor. She took another slow step, undoing the tightly bound hair she had tied to avoid it getting in the way while writing. Her silver hair spilled smoothly over her shoulders.

She took off another layer. As she slipped her arms out of the sleeves and lightly lifted one foot, her fur boots slid off with ease. Lifting the other foot, she took off the remaining boot and was now left in just a thin undergarment. Goosebumps instantly spread across her skin from the cold. Her pale toes, tinged faintly pink at the ends, curled up on the red carpeted floor.

"Should I replace the bed in that house, then?"

That aside, she was just about to ask whether the death row inmate had been properly locked up back home, when she flinched. He had gone quiet for a while, and before she realized it, Janus was standing right behind her, so close they were almost touching. Instinctively, she tried to step back, but an arm whipped around her waist in an instant. A gasp escaped her lips.

"Ugh!"

As expected from someone with Strength 999, it felt like being constricted by a massive snake—her breath caught in her throat. Her mind reeled, and something hot, damp, and obscene licked her cheek and earlobe. Goosebumps raced across her skin. She felt his deep breath rake across her ear, snuffling her scent, and his nose gently rubbed against the nape of her neck. A voice, low and scraping like it was dragging through her stomach, rumbled against her ear.

"Your body scent gets stronger when you're tired. It smells... really sticky."

She couldn’t answer. She just gasped, breathless, and Janus slowly loosened his grip. Ayra seized that moment to pull away—but whatever had provoked him, he seized her again and suddenly threw her roughly onto the bed. If this had been the usual roughness, maybe only 1 HP would've dropped, but today it shaved off a full 3 points.

Despite the forceful motion, Janus’s fingers touched her skin with surprising gentleness. Then, as he began to lift her undergarment, Ayra snapped awake and squirmed. She was exhausted, annoyed, and a bit humiliated—did he just completely ignore her when she told him they’d broken up?

"Don’t...!"

But the mage’s resistance, drained from overwork, barely fazed the dragon. Janus pinned Ayra beneath him and looked down with a smug expression.

"Don’t?"

His red eyes gleamed darkly as they swept up and down her body. His gaze openly savored the sight of Ayra trembling beneath him. He seized her chin with heated fingers, caressed it provocatively, and asked:

"And if I don’t, what are you gonna do about it?"

Smirking, he dragged his tongue slowly over his lips, as if flaunting himself. Ayra, frustrated and stressed, started draining her own HP out of sheer emotion, panting and trembling, frozen in place.

"Hmm? What are you gonna do?"

Janus gripped both of Ayra’s wrists in one go, pressing them against his chest. He licked her flushed fingertips, teasing them, but unlike earlier, Ayra didn’t resist—she just stared back at him with trembling eyes.

His tongue, slightly longer than usual, traced over her restrained fingers. It wasn’t a human tongue—its surface was rough, ridged, and alien. Ayra’s fingers twitched as the tongue slid across them. Her blue-gray eyes stayed locked on that red tongue like they were glued in place. The strange tongue brushed through the grooves between her fingers, tracing her joints.

It wasn’t like a cat’s rough tongue, nor the smooth tongue of a dog or human. The coarse bumps scraped with every lick, making faint raspy sounds. Even when Janus loosened his crushing grip, Ayra didn’t pull away—if anything, as if entranced, her fingers brushed over the alien tongue. Her elegant fingers, uncalloused from years of only holding pens, now traced the bumps and ridges: the taste buds, the underside, the center groove, even the frenulum.

Then the non-human tongue wrapped nimbly around her index and middle fingers, tugging them in. Ayra swallowed dryly and «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» let her fingers slide into the damp cave of Janus’s mouth. His well-shaped lips softly clamped down at the base of her fingers.

"Ah..."

A shiver ran down her spine as his long tongue flicked over her palm. Without meaning to, she exhaled tensely. After all, a tongue was a visceral, internal part of the body... Ayra explored the soft inner cheek, the hot, slick roof of his mouth. The further she pushed, the more smoothly and naturally it accepted her fingers.

‘He must not have a gag reflex...’

Even as she touched the back of his throat, Janus’s handsome face didn’t flinch. But when her fingers were suddenly sucked in too deep, Ayra yelped. The moist, hot inner walls wrapped around them—startled, she yanked her hand out. Pressing her palm to her wildly thumping heart, she saw Janus flick his tongue mischievously. The sensation of his throat, moving like a separate, living creature, still lingered vividly. Janus slowly licked his saliva-slicked lips and stared at her.

"I originally came to check something..."

His red eyes narrowed, the color dulling as his pupils darkened. Ayra looked back at him, oddly thrilled and dizzy. The desires swirling in those alien eyes grew deeper and more tangled with each passing second.

"Want me to kiss you with this tongue?"

Just moments ago, she had been ready to collapse from exhaustion—so why did her eyelids feel light now? The moment her lips parted slightly, Janus bent his arms and lowered his body. So close their lips could touch at any second, he murmured:

"...Stick out your tongue."

His hot breath tickled her upper lip. Without even realizing it, Ayra opened her mouth. Taking a long breath, she slowly pushed out the tongue she had been keeping curled inside her mouth.

A hot, wet sensation immediately touched hers. Janus brushed and entwined his tongue slowly, each bump dragging over hers in clear detail. Sometimes slick and slow, sometimes with a teasing friction that made her chest tingle.

She couldn’t deny it—it felt better than kissing with a human tongue. Her breathing grew heavier.

He pulled his tongue inward. Then, his red eyes curled slightly, and Janus slipped his tongue into her mouth. Just as he had explored her fingers, he now thoroughly explored the inside of her mouth. Ayra’s throat bobbed repeatedly as she swallowed the saliva welling up.

"Mmng..."

A moan slipped out when his rough tongue brushed teasingly against her palate. At first he only licked her lips, but then his tongue slid beneath hers, stealing saliva. The sense of volume, of something steadily filling her mouth, was inhuman. It felt obscene—almost like she was being penetrated.

Ayra pushed against his shoulders, gasping. But Janus didn’t budge—he only pushed in deeper. It was unmistakably a sexual act, an invasive one.

"Ugh, ngh... mmph!"

She tried to turn her head, suffocating, but Janus followed every twitch persistently. His fingers gripped the back of her head. His tongue, seemingly endless, filled her mouth, brushing her throat. She couldn’t even make a sound anymore, slapping at his shoulder, but he didn’t retreat. Instead, he clamped her jaw and shoved in deeper.

"......!"

Unlike dragons, Ayra had a gag reflex—her eyes turned wet and red. Trembling, she barely managed to endure it, but dizziness crept in. Incredibly, from the nape of her neck to her tailbone, a thrill jolted through her.

As Janus’s tongue squirmed, Ayra’s body trembled. No, she couldn’t go on... this was too much...

Then, suddenly, something warm trickled from her nose. Since she was lying down, most of it ran down her throat. Janus froze, frowning, then jerked upright. He hauled Ayra up and harshly pinched her nose. It hurt so much her eyes watered and she cried out.

"Ow—damn it, that hurts!"

"Hold still. I’m barely holding back, you know."

The low rumble in his throat made Ayra freeze again. Janus stared, transfixed, at the blood trailing down her lips and chin. Whatever he was thinking—whether to stop or not—his expression made Ayra deeply uncomfortable. She quickly pulled a wet handkerchief from her subspace and wiped herself clean.

Thankfully, the nosebleed soon stopped. But already exhausted, Ayra now felt woozy and lightheaded. She groaned and collapsed back into bed. Janus glared at her, clearly displeased.

"How many times is this now, right when things start to get good?"

"What do you expect me to do when I get nosebleeds from fatigue?"

She clamped her mouth shut—but couldn’t help snapping again.

"And what if the mood is good? We’re not even lovers anymore. Remember that. I told you we broke up last time, and you agreed."

Janus stared straight at her. As she met his gaze defiantly, he twisted his lips.

"Then if we’re not lovers, why do you kiss me?"

"That’s... that was, I had no choice!"

Flustered, Ayra’s face flushed red. Damn this sneaky dragon for always exploiting her weakness to fulfill his own desires...! Just as she thought that, a familiar alert popped up.

[Janus Rehzedet’s Favorability has increased by 4!]

Current Favorability: 47

It was an utterly baffling rise in affection. Ayra avoided Janus’s gaze and stared fixedly at the pop-up. Just a few more points and it would hit 50. Seeing that number—47—sent all sorts of thoughts spinning through her mind.

‘His Favorability is this high... maybe I should try testing him a little...?’

Ready for the next part when you are.