We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Priscia is snuggly.

Yeah, seeing Priscia naked doesn't respond to anything. I am a healthy boy. [M] It's not Mr. Pervert or anything.

In contrast to Priscia, Luiseine was wearing a woman's body.

It's more luxurious than I thought. I thought you had a little more flesh because of the loose look of the witch outfit you usually wear.

But boulders are war witches. You just look luxurious and you're actually getting worked up. There is no waste of meat. She was also narrowed around her waist to outline a beautiful woman.

And I had more breasts than I thought. Beautiful, tense double hills with peachy tips.

Nice wobbly, twitchy breasts like Master Celice, but I guess they're also great big enough to wrap them up in a palm like Louiseine's.

... not!

"Hiaaaah."

Luiseine hid an important part, turned her face bright red, screamed, and sat back.

Priscia hugs you there.

"Damn. Lewiseine has a smooth skin."

I don't see Luiseine naked anymore. All I can see is Priscia naked.

"What's wrong!?

Then he heard Luiseine scream and appeared from the stripper as Mistral panicked.

Oh, what a day.

Now I've seen Mistral naked. A more feminine body than Louiseine. Creased hips, tight, long stretched hands and legs.

And unfortunately smaller breasts than Louiseine.

Hmm, this one's the size you expected.

It's full.

"The mist is tiny"

"Holy shit!

Neemia, who appeared at Mistral's feet, read my mind.

"Chippanya more than Louiseine"

"Become"

To the words of Niemia, a mistral that trembles with a mess and lips.

Oh, Neemia, what are you talking about? I forbid Mistral about the chest.

"Oh, that sounds forbidden to me."

Wow.

Neemia is innocently reading my thoughts. [M]

"Aeronaer."

She didn't even look shy when she was seen naked, and Mistral approached me with a horrible kill.

"Oh, no. I didn't think so."

I make excuses in a hurry, but it doesn't work.

Mistral overtook Luiseine and Priscia, who were still sitting up and getting smaller, and came to me in a panic at the bedside hem.

Awww, what do I do?

There's no blunt weapon in Mistral's hand, but if he beats you up, he'll fly like a daytime giant.

Luiseine only turned her bright red face this way.

"Mr. Mistral, please kill me"

There's nothing wrong with you, that girl.

Mistral nods silently and waves up his right hand.

I am now facing death. [M] What should I do?

But Mistral, who shook up his fist, was lustrous and beautiful because he rushed out in the hot water, causing Shizuku to clump all over his body.

And I was holding onto Mistral.

"Huh!??

Breathtaking mistral.

If they beat me up, I'd die. Then I thought I'd hold him and resist so he wouldn't fly.

Still, I was ready to be beaten.

I closed my eyes and hugged Mistral with all my strength.

Smells like soap.

Wet, but tight, tight skin.

A thin body that fits perfectly in my arms.

And I felt just a little soft on my chest.

I stiffened my body thinking I would be beaten up and hugged a glass of Mistral in my eyes.

But at no time will my shaken fist fall off.

When I opened my fearful eyes, the mistral that turned my whole body bright red, not just my face, was stiff.

"Mist, keep your head shut. It's rare to read."

Niemia was waving her long tail up at our feet.

"Well, you're bold..."

Luiseine was out of line.

"Nda. And Priscia."

When Priscia left Louiseine, she now hugged Mistral.

Yeah, well, you don't read the air at all, do you?

"Yes, Mr. Mistral..."

Mistrals that continue to solidify without reaction.

The way you hugged me, it wasn't tough, was it?

"Stay solidified by the embarrassment."

Niemia taught me.

Mistral's unexpected reaction puzzles me, too.

Why would I care if they saw me naked, but if they hugged me, I'd be too stiff in embarrassment.

At the same time, I was delighted with the beauty of Mistral's embrace.

Women are so soft when you hug them. It smells twice as good as usual.

"E, Herneau. It's time to let him go..."

Soon, Louiseine, with her jacket on, tells me to lust me.

Whoa. I didn't feel so comfortable over time.

I freed Mistral softly, but she remained solidified.

That's where Louiseine hangs her jacket.

"Yep. I'm hot and cold, so you're coming back in again."

Say it. Luiseine was dragging Mistral and Priscia back to the bath.

If you think so, just get your face out of the stripper.

"When you get out of the bath, be prepared"

Louiseine's unnatural smile was creepy...

"I need you to take responsibility."

At my feet, Neemia remained.

"Responsibility?"

"Nyah. Because I've seen your skin, I need you to take responsibility and be your daughter-in-law. Louiseine thinks."

Niemia, what a thought you've read.

Even though I have a lovely man named Mistral, Luiseine will also welcome him as my wife...

Louiseine is a family of witches from generation to generation, and she's a strict family member. Even when you're watching words and deeds, cleanliness comes through, right?

Do I have to take responsibility for seeing the witch's skin as an accident? [M]

Like a delightful horror.

When I think about Mistral, I'm so sorry.

Rich people, royal aristocrats, and brave listeers are polygamous, but I can't believe I'm a polygamous civilian. It's a dream story, but it's not real.

Besides, Listea is good because she got it at the end of her relationship, but in my case it's too special.

Mistral and I are in each other's interests, and the story is going on with Old Sleighsta's forceful fringe.

But I wonder if Mistral favors me outside of interest. It's always sweet, but sometimes it feels like something sister. Like older people adore younger people.

I spoke lightly when I was heading to the Spirit Tree, but it doesn't make me clear.

More importantly, I don't think I'm showing Mistral any charm as a man.

I've always been helped, and I guess I've never done anything first.

Dragon people are all brave people, aren't they? I wonder if Mistral, who grew up in it, likes me without interest.

And Louiseine, not too long after getting close.

Originally, it was the relationship between classmates to the extent of speaking a little bit, getting a little closer after the night training at the ruins where the Devil Swordsman appeared.

Louiseine is surprisingly aggressive, isn't she?

I usually act with three of the same witches, Keeli and Inea, but when they went to Listeir, Louiseine used to come to me.

To the extent that I came to talk to you, that was a pleasure for me.

I went to school as an idiot, so a girl other than a good boy didn't care about me, did she?

And I think I had a lot of fondness for Louiseine, who spoke to me without worrying about her gaze.

I'm sure if it weren't for the presence of Mistral, I would have fallen in love perfectly.

That gentle, unexpectedly aggressive Louiseine comes to my daughter-in-law just to be seen naked?

After all, we're not talking about Louiseine as a result of her favor with me.

I don't have a choice, I think the word fits.

What should I do? [M]

No, more than that now.

"I have to run."

I don't feel like I can confront a Mistral who's been re-bathed and thawed.

I'm really sorry, I am.

But life is in danger, let's get out of the room until it's almost cold.

When I rushed out of the room, Niemia followed me to my feet.

"Won't Niemia take a bath again?

"Heh."

Niemia swung her body and jumped on my shoulder as she sifted.

Even if I shook it, Niemia, the hair length, still had water and my shoulders got wet. Well, okay.

"I can cheer you up."

I see you don't like long water.

I'll sneak Niemia's costume out of the strip and put it on after I wipe Niemia off.

If we're going out there together, we have to disguise ourselves so we can't find out who we are.

Don't tell me you saw the women's underwear in the stripper.

And me and Neemia got out of the room.

Once I locked it from the outside, I walked down the hallway and went straight out to the outside of the inn.

Outside, the sun had already fallen, and the sky was darkening.

In addition to the inn we took, there were plenty of small and large lodges and restaurants around, and the streets were busy with the sun setting.

There's hardly any difference in speed on a walking journey, so the people who left King's Capital in the early morning would take the inn in the same place.

I noticed a couple of faces I saw in one day today.

Speaking of which, I didn't make finding a place to stay a priority and have dinner.

We didn't have a dining room in our inn, so we'll all be eating out later.

Hopefully the women's anger has subsided...

I mean, I'm the bad guy, but the culprit is Priscia, right?

If Priscia hadn't jumped out of the bath with a spatial leap, nothing would have happened.

Then there would have been no eye blessing.

Good or bad.

Let's not think about what happened earlier. I get a headache when I think about it.

I walked down the street a little while searching for a dining room where we could all go. [M]

Then came the man on the horse from the beginning.

When you're riding a horse, your body goes to a high position, so you know it from afar.

The man on the horse came to me looking over at the passers-by lit by light from the buildings around him.

I wonder if I'm looking for someone.

When I thought, the disgusting people were walking around the horse.

Shit, my consciousness went to the guy on the horse and I wasn't looking down there.

It was the patrol men who pulled the horses.

That means I'm looking for...

"Hey, I found you."

The man on the horse looked down at me and said so.