Tiamat, I'm Going to Find a Girlfriend! (Ending)

There's no way I can lose, right?

Everything was proceeding according to her flawless plan. But... why was he still hesitating? Morgan's usual competitiveness began to burn fiercely once again. She leaned in close to him, gently breathing a puff of warm air. "I said—" "Don't you love the scent on me that's like your mother's? Now is the perfect opportunity."

Morgan's words were like a sharp arrow, piercing straight into Ian's heart. Quickly, the princess of Britain saw that the hesitation in his eyes had vanished. The opportunity has arrived. "That's right," she whispered. "Just like that." Morgan took Ian's hand, leading him step by step into the shadows. The surroundings grew quiet. In this moment, with the village saved, no one would pay any mind to two people hidden in the darkness.

With a soft thud, Morgan pulled Ian down with her onto the grass. Her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingertips gently caressing the nape. "Come on," she purred. "Do what you want to do. Tonight, I am the one who cares for you most."

Morgan had never done anything like this before. This was her first time. Yet, the moment she heard herself speak such words, she felt an immense sense of pleasure. In her life thus far, she had always played the role of the one forced to lose. The throne. Britain. Everything was being stolen away by that cheap imitation of a sister named Artoria. So what she was doing now wasn't going too far at all, was it? To be able to take something of Artoria's... It's wonderful! This feeling is absolutely wonderful!

"Can I... really do anything?" Ian stared directly at Morgan, who was embracing his neck. His previously calm eyes now began to flash with a red light. Morgan could feel that he was in an extremely unstable emotional state. Artoria's rejection was likely the "prime culprit" behind it all. How delightful... "Yes. Anything."

Morgan's face was slightly flushed. "Artoria doesn't care about you. But I do." The moment the words left her mouth, Morgan witnessed the terror of a dragon. She saw his powerful hands grab her clothes on either side and rip them apart. Even solid iron would likely split in two under such force, let alone the simple clothes of a young woman. In the dark of the night, something was thus exposed.

But this was only the beginning. A low growl rumbled in the boy's throat. Like a predator, the dragon's hands seized Morgan's stockpiled rations before him. His body heaved. Hot breath escaped the boy's mouth in pants. He opened his mouth, revealing teeth that had, at some unknown point, become incredibly sharp, and lunged down violently.

Morgan's eyes widened. She hadn't expected him to be this much of a beast. But... The corners of Morgan's lips curled upwards. I love this feeling. It has to be a beast this ferocious to provide such a rare pleasure upon contact. The dragon's fangs bit down without mercy, occasionally tugging with immense force, as if he were truly feeding. Yet Morgan did not try to stop him in the slightest.

"Yes," she encouraged. "Just like that—be more savage, even more savage. You are a powerful being. There's no need to suppress yourself for anyone. Do whatever you want to do. That is the real you, the you that should exist in this world." "ROAR—" A low growl escaped the boy's throat. A newly grown tail began to beat against the ground, making a powerful, rhythmic sound. Morgan, of course, did not fail to notice such an obvious change. She finally understood the method of judgment Tiamat had given her. As mother and son, they were the same. As soon as their emotions ran high, they would revert to this form.

He's so strong. Lying beneath him, Morgan couldn't even move a muscle. He's been suppressing so much. The princess of Britain clearly realized this at that moment. "You don't need to hide your thoughts. With me, you just need to be your truest self. I... love what is real."

The moment she finished speaking, Morgan felt an even more powerful force. "Urgh..." A low sound came from the dragon's throat, and along with it, Morgan's own moans. "Are you going to bite it clean off? How terrifying~" Morgan cooed, her legs wrapping seductively around the dragon's waist.

And it was because of this that she felt something she hadn't before. She was a bit surprised. Was this to be expected of Tiamat's offspring? For it to be so... immense. "Artoria has never given you an opportunity like this, has she?" Morgan whispered, caressing the back of Ian's neck. "But I can."

"The things she's unwilling to do with you, I can do them all." "After all—" The blushing princess's eyes flashed with a bewitching light. "She cares more about the position of King than she cares about you." A mix of truth and lies. Morgan's eyes reflected the draconic form before her. "I'm different. I care about you."

The dragon lifted its head. The little dragon also lifted its head. Morgan saw it all. Will my first time be for a dragon? It's not an unacceptable outcome. To be able to take something from Artoria... a price like this is nothing at all. The princess's body trembled slightly, but her hands holding Ian gripped him even tighter than before.

"Come in—" she whispered in his ear, her body covered in bite marks. "Show me the power of a dragon. You can do it."

However... Ian just remained poised, as if he hadn't heard Morgan's words at all. The princess of Britain frowned. "You don't like me? Does my affection mean nothing to you?"

"It means something," Ian said. He gripped the twin ambitions Morgan was using to tempt him, squeezing them until they changed shape. "But... it feels like doing this would make Artoria sad."

"..." Morgan's face darkened. What in the world did Artoria do to make this dragon so obedient? But no matter. As long as he has the desire to indulge himself in front of me, it's only a matter of time.

"Are you not ready yet?" she purred. "Then proving yourself on the outside is also fine. I... don't mind." "Really?" "Of course." Morgan freed one hand and, feigning generosity, stroked it down the dragon's back. "I will slowly help you accept it." "..." It really is huge. Morgan confirmed this fact once again. But, more important than that—feeling her skirt, now half-soaked by the dragon, the princess who was determined to fight against her fate had an even crueler thought. If Artoria senses what happened... I wonder what her expression will be?

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