When did this change begin? It seemed that ever since the Sword of Promised Victory, Caliburn, had cracked, this change had begun and couldn't be stopped. To be honest—it was a slightly frightening feeling. Especially for Artoria, who for a long time had not felt herself grow at all. But, there was also a sense of joy. Especially now, after she had removed her usual armor and disguise.
Her developed self, and him, who had killed those dragons for Camelot. Nothing was unsuitable. Nothing was wrong. And so—facing him, Artoria revealed her cleavage. Although she hadn't fully grown to the extent of her sister, Morgan, she was already very excellent. At least in terms of size, it was much better than before. Pulling away all that concealed them, Artoria said to him, "Come on—this is what you like most, isn't it? This is... your reward for fighting so bravely." Artoria had thought that not letting him do this for so long might make him a little resistant.
But the reality was completely different. The moment she uttered those words, she was directly pushed down by him. That's right—pushed down. He hadn't turned back into a dragon; he had pushed her down in his human form. Breasts are a rather marvelous thing. Generally speaking, the larger an organ or something else is, the slower the transmission of information will be. This is an insurmountable wall established by physical factors.
But at this moment, Artoria completely disagreed with this idea. She had indeed borne fruit. But... the stimulation brought by the dragon's feeding was not weakened because of it. On the contrary, she felt even more sensitive. Just a small friction of his sharp teeth was enough to instantly turn her into a startled little animal. But—she was happy.
Artoria felt his body temperature was even warmer than before. This meant... he was eating happily and was very invested. "Slow down—I'm not going anywhere. If you want to bite, you don't have to be polite." As Artoria spoke, she felt an even more detailed friction. If the release of Caliburn's restrictions had brought about a physical change in her, then... what he had released was an even deeper shackle. It's about to flow out... By the time Artoria realized this, it was already too late. Or rather, from the very beginning, there was no chance to realize such a thing. The prominence of their size was too eye-catching, so much so that Artoria had no time to appreciate the other changes in her body. "Ian, wait a minute—" Too late.
Artoria's pupils dilated, as if she had lost all consciousness. She had never expected it to turn out like this. Wasn't that... truly becoming his food? While Artoria was shamefully pondering her new identity, Ian got up at this moment. He didn't pounce on Artoria and just eat until he was satisfied as he had before. "Wh-What's wrong?" Artoria turned her head slightly. "Why did you suddenly stop? This should be... very much to your liking, right? Or is it... that the taste isn't good?" After saying this, Artoria's face was completely red. After all, if anyone were to spread these words, her identity as King Arthur would be ruined. Food to be ravaged at will under a dragon... no matter how you think about it, it's so shameful.
But facing Artoria's words, Ian still did not answer directly. He just pinched the stores of nourishment on Artoria's body, then squeezed forcefully. "Ngh—" Suddenly being treated so roughly, Artoria was caught off guard and let out a gasp. Squirt. Something arrived at Ian's mouth. It was cool, white, and had a faint fragrance. "..." "Um..." Artoria had completely lost her usual kingly demeanor. All that remained was the shame of having done something embarrassing in front of the person she liked.
"It's sweet," Ian said, sticking out his tongue to taste it. "Eh?" Artoria froze. After confirming she had definitely not misheard Ian's words, she asked cautiously, "Did you do that on purpose?" "Maybe, maybe not... Seeing Artoria like this now, I just wanted to do it." "What kind of answer is that!" Artoria said with displeasure, but her hands did not resist Ian's actions. In this brief exchange, she found an identity other than that of a king, a space that allowed her to breathe a little. "Be gentle, it still hurts if you squeeze too hard." Let him indulge a little. This way, I also feel much more relaxed. But what Artoria didn't expect was that after she said this, Ian didn't do anything more outrageous, but instead stared straight at her. "What is it now?" Artoria turned her face away. "Didn't you just say it was sweet?" "Artoria, you must be a girl—" "Isn't that obvious, I..." "Hm?" Artoria turned her head back, looking at him in disbelief. "Ian, why are you suddenly asking this..." "I don't know. But I just feel that Artoria is a girl," Ian replied. "That must be it, right?"
"Ian, does it matter whether I'm a girl or not?" "It matters." Ian looked directly at Artoria. "Because everyone thinks Artoria is a boy. But you're clearly a girl. Isn't that very unfair to you?" Ian's mind flashed back to his time with Morgan. She knew many things besides swordsmanship and kingship. For example, spending a whole morning on makeup, reading a book for an entire afternoon, and appreciating the moon for a whole night. This was a life Artoria had never had. "If you were a girl, you wouldn't be so tired, would you? Is it because everyone won't let you do so? Then I'll have to..." "You'll have to...?" "Then I'll have to kill everyone who won't let you be a girl." Ian's pupils turned red, a look of pure anger. "Artoria, do what you want to do!"
"Ian... you really want me to be a girl?" Artoria asked cautiously. "Mhm." "Then, I am one now. But, it's not yet time for everyone to know. Can you bear with it for a little while longer? If you can't..." Artoria gripped the two hands on her chest. "You can come and vent to me." "..." The room was soon filled with the light moans that Artoria tried her best to suppress but still couldn't help but let out. The King's chest had become the best reward for the Dragon Knight. But—for Mélusine, things were not so wonderful. She had once again listened to the entire process. Wait a minute?! Artoria isn't lagging behind Morgan at all! What is this! What the hell is this! This dragon is two-timing, isn't he!
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