"Move aside before I crush your skull."
At the chilling voice, I jerked awake and sat up.
Beneath me lay a naked beauty with blue hair and blue eyes.
Priscilla. The Ancient Blue Dragon.
"Hah! I'm so sorry, Lady Priscilla!"
I scrambled to my feet and backed away from her.
"Remember this: I only forgive rudeness once."
Priscilla rose with a serene expression, showing no trace of embarrassment. My eyes instinctively swept over her body.
Her massive F-cup breasts swayed, her abdomen was flawlessly smooth, and surprisingly, there was no hair in her groin area. Her pink pussy remained tightly closed, as if it had never been used.
Did she shave? No, looking at it, it seems like it never grew in the first place...
I remembered her true identity as a Dragon.
This form was a Polymorph transformation into a human, so in a way, it could be considered a disguise.
Is the lack of hair... a preference?
Perhaps it was an effect of the Polymorph spell.
"Why are you staring so intently? It's not like you've never seen a woman's body before."
"No. It's just... there's no hair."
I immediately regretted saying that. From her perspective, it was a remark that could easily be interpreted as sexual harassment. But her reaction was different from what I expected.
"Hair?"
She reached up to touch her pale blue hair, then lowered her gaze. After examining her smooth, hairless vulva, she nodded.
"When I transform into a human, I don't have a vagina. I don't know why."
"Didn't Lady Priscilla cast the magic herself? How can you not know...?"
"Polymorph isn't magic that changes appearances. It's magic that changes species."
"So, this body wasn't created according to Lady Priscilla's intentions?"
"Exactly," Priscilla confirmed.
"The reason I have a female body is simply because I'm female. There's no other reason."
"I see! So, because Lady Priscilla is female, she becomes a female elf when she transforms!"
"That's right. But... why is your thing standing up?"
My cock was erect.
"It's... because I saw a woman's naked body. It's instinct! And... the word 'female' you used, Lady Priscilla, sounded a bit lewd..."
"Madman," she spat, glaring at me with a scowl before turning to survey her surroundings.
It wasn't out of modesty. She stood naked, arms crossed defiantly, showing no intention of covering herself.
Perhaps being a Dragon meant her way of thinking was fundamentally different from humans.
I followed her gaze, scanning the area.
We were in a dense forest, filled with towering trees. It was definitely not the Library. Had Bezel teleported us here?
"Lady Priscilla, please take me with you when you return! I beg you!"
I bowed deeply to her. If it was Priscilla, she would undoubtedly use teleportation magic to return to the Academy in an instant.
Without clothes or my smartphone, I could easily get lost in this forest and die. I need to avoid that.
My pride wasn't hurt. If it had been a man, my pride would have been so wounded I'd have spat blood. But the opponent was a beauty. I could bow my head to a beauty any day.
If she told me to lick her feet, I'd do it. As long as they were clean, of course.
"...We can't go back."
"What? Can't we just teleport back to the Academy in an instant?"
"This isn't the intermediate realm. No, you could say it's not even reality. The proof is... we can't use Mana, and we can't even sense it."
"What does that mean...?"
I doubted Priscilla's words at first, but I soon realized she was telling the truth. I couldn't feel any Mana within my body.
No Mana.
The realization made me feel like I was falling into the deepest depths of the earth.
But he soon gritted his teeth.
This isn't reality, it's a world within a game. I mustn't forget that.
His mood brightened. Even if his in-game self couldn't use mana, his real-world self could.
Can I use skills?
To test this, he used Erotic Zone Detection on Priscilla.
Priscilla's Erotic Zones: -
The skill worked, but the result was unexpected.
No erotic zones? Is the skill malfunctioning? Erotic Zone Detection!
Priscilla's Erotic Zones: -
It's the same. I have to accept it. Priscilla has no erotic zones.
There was only one explanation: she wasn't human, but a dragon.
It doesn't matter if she has no erotic zones. If she ever opened up to me, I could learn what she liked.
Suddenly, I realized this was the perfect opportunity. I had given up on Priscilla, believing she was impossible to win over, but now she had lost her Mana. The Dragon, the very progenitor of magic, was unable to use it.
Should I use this chance to stay close to her and see if I could win her over? ...That might actually work.
Priscilla walked through the forest.
"Lady Priscilla! Let's move together!"
I quickly followed behind her, the fallen leaves crunching under my feet. I carefully avoided stepping on sharp branches or stones.
Heh heh heh. I'll stay close to her and look for a chance to win her over!
Grrr!
A wolf appeared, its head large enough to swallow a human skull in a single bite. Without hesitation, it lunged at Priscilla.
Since I can't use Mana, it must think I'm just a normal human. How annoying.
Priscilla casually swung her fist. The result was anything but casual.
The wolf was sent flying backward, crashing into a tree. Crack! The tree toppled to the ground. The force was absurd.
The wolf lowered its paw, which had been reaching for Priscilla.
Even without Mana, her physical abilities are still those of a Dragon far beyond human limits...
If I tried to attack her, I'd be beaten to death.
I followed Priscilla at a more subdued pace than before, then stopped abruptly. The wolf and the shattered tree were slowly fading into transparency before vanishing completely.
"L-Lady Priscilla! Did you see that?! The wolf and the tree vanished!"
"Don't panic. I told you this isn't reality." Priscilla's voice remained calm, showing no trace of agitation.
"If this isn't reality, then where are we?"
"This is the Dream World. It's the power of Levs, the Dream Demon the cat that was at Bezel's feet."
Levs, the Dream Demon. I didn't recognize the name. He wasn't a demon from the Original Work.
"...You said this is the Dream World. Is there a way to return to reality?"
"Yes. This place can be considered a realm of our minds. Since 'dream' can also mean 'fantasy,' dreams always end. If we find the exit, we can return to reality."
"Where is that exit?"
"I don't know. Aren't we looking for it right now?"
"..."
Priscilla continued walking forward.
This place felt too vivid to be a dream. The wind rustling through the forest, the texture of the leaves, the pain of stepping on stones everything felt as real as reality.
But...
I picked up a fallen branch from the ground. Within seconds, it vanished without a trace from my hand. It seemed that objects disappeared if they broke or strayed too far from their original location.
That means I can't wear clothes here. Nice.
Looking ahead, I saw Priscilla walking naked. Her luscious hips swayed with each step, and occasionally, when she took a larger stride, I caught a glimpse of her pussy. Whatever else was happening, at least my eyes were getting a feast.
Yuria will be safe, right?
Since we're here, she'll have to fight Bezel one-on-one. Yuria will win, but I hope she doesn't get seriously injured. And she'll follow my orders and retrieve the Grimoire. I'll enhance it using the Bright Ascension Chart and give it to her.
Considering the Grimoire's effects, she might not become an Aura Master or Archmage, but she'll definitely get closer.
Priscilla stopped walking. Instead of the forest, a village lay before them twelve crude wooden houses clustered together.
It was strange how the forest suddenly ended and the village appeared, but I shrugged it off. After all, as Priscilla said, this is the Dream World.
"It's a small village... Lady Priscilla?"
Priscilla's reaction was strange. She quietly stared at the house on the outermost edge of the village.
From the house Priscilla was watching, a boy who looked to be about ten years old emerged. Dirty and gaunt, he carried a shabby wooden sword. Our eyes met.
The boy pointed the wooden sword at Priscilla.
"
The boy charged at Priscilla. Without a word, she swung her fist. The boy's body flew over twenty meters, crashing into a wall. He died instantly.
Just like the wolf earlier, the boy's corpse vanished.
...Bloodless, heartless bitch.
Priscilla didn't even blink.
She resumed walking, and we passed through the village.
I glanced back. As we moved further away, the village began to fade, replaced by a forest.
Priscilla, who had been walking straight ahead, suddenly changed direction. This was the first time she had deviated from her path, piquing my curiosity.
"Lady Priscilla, where are you going so suddenly?"
"To the Lair."
"Huh?"
"..."
There was no reply. Given my position, I couldn't press a dragon like her for answers, so I silently followed.
We entered a cave where a massive dragon lay sleeping. It was a Blue Dragon with shimmering azure scales.
"A Blue Dragon... Could that dragon be you, Lady Priscilla?"
"I'm not sure which version of me it is, but yes, it's me."
"Is this possible because we're in the Dream World?"
"Exactly. Dreams are reinterpretations of memories. Seeing past events in this world shouldn't be surprising."
The Blue Dragon's eyes snapped open, its sapphire irises fixing on Priscilla and me.
Get out.
The dragon spoke in Dragon Speech.
The scenery shifted abruptly. We were in a different place now.
It was a grassland.
Two figures, a man and a woman, sat resting on a small rock. They acted as if they couldn't see us, even though we were right in front of them.
They can't perceive us. Just like how the Dragon didn't recognize Priscilla earlier... Does the way they perceive us change depending on the situation?
I glanced sideways at Priscilla, who was staring intently at the man.
The man, with his deep blue hair, was dressed in adventurer's attire, a sword strapped to his waist. Beside him sat a beautiful woman with long blonde hair, wearing a dress and a cloak. She exuded an air of nobility.
Is that the boy I saw in the village earlier?
They looked remarkably similar. If that boy were to grow up, he would likely look exactly like this young man.
"Argen, are you sure we can get help from him?" Jura asked.
"Don't worry, Jura. Master can be a bit prickly, but she always listens to my requests."
Argen and Jura. The names struck me like a thunderbolt.
Melissa's family name! The Argent Family, the Duke's House of the Cobalt Kingdom!
Jura must be the name of the hero Argen's wife.
I had researched the Argent Family thoroughly while plotting to bed Melissa, learning quite a bit about its founder, Argen, in the process.
This must be about 800 years in the past. This is definitely Priscilla's memory. What was the relationship between Priscilla and Argen?
I was about to ask my question when Argen and Jura finished their rest and stood up.
"Let's go, Jura. We need to arrive before sunset."
"Okay, Argen."
They walked across the grassland. As I watched Jura's blonde hair sway with each step, I wondered:
What if she tripped over a rock, fell, and her skirt flipped up, causing an indecent scene?
A vulgar thought crossed my mind for a moment, but I forced it down. Even I knew better than to run over and make a move.
"Aaaah!"
Jura stumbled forward and fell. Her legs splayed open, revealing the inside of her skirt and the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the golden grass.
"...Huh?"
Suddenly falling? And with her skirt flipping up like that?
A coincidence...? Could such a coincidence even exist? And I don't even have my Lucky Pervert Amulet right now?