Chapter 39 – Going All Out
“Don’t... don’t touch me!”
Staring at the slender hand moving across her body, Erika felt a wave of ticklishness, her cheeks growing ever redder. She began to yell desperately.
“I’m warning you! If you dare do anything bad to me, I won’t let you off!”
“Hehe, you’re the one tied up, Erika. Is that really a good way to speak to me?”
Isana’s voice was soft. She leaned close to Erika’s neck; the other girl could even hear her breathing.
“You smell nice—like jasmine.”
Gently inhaling Erika’s skin scent, Isana seemed intoxicated by it.
Erika shivered.
She realized shouting wouldn’t help—after all, she was tied up. Threats would amount to little, so she nervously shut her eyes and pleaded.
“O-Okay… Sister… I know I was wrong, please don’t touch me… I beg you…”
At the word “Sister,” Isana’s smile deepened. She brushed a lock of hair from Erika’s ear and pressed her face nearer.
Her rosy lips parted, a soft voice escaping.
“So obedient, Erika. If only you’d behaved from the start.”
“I understand…I’ll be obedient… Isana sister… Please untie me now… It’s so uncomfortable…”
“No~ If I set you free, you won’t behave. My painting can’t stop halfway.”
Isana’s jade-like finger traced across Erika’s cheek.
“How old are you, Erika?”
“On—on—under one year old.”
“???!”
Isana narrowed her eyes. “I don’t like lying children. As long as you cooperate, this will be over soon.”
Her finger glided downward from cheek to neck and to the neckline of Erika’s clothes.
Rustle.
Intent on removing the top, she exposed Erika’s collarbones.
“Eek!”
Feeling a chill on her chest, Erika panicked.
“Stop! You bastard, what are you touching!”
“Hmm… there’s nothing much here, huh.”
“Mind your own business!”
Erika replied, face flushed—yet now wasn’t the time to argue.
“Don’t touch there… please… it’s ticklish!”
“Is that so?”
“And! Don’t take it off, what are you doing!”
“What are you talking about, Erika? Of course it has to come off.”
Beneath Isana’s flowing silver hair, her expression was entranced.
“Look at all the other paintings—aren’t they all nude?”
Pointing to the wall’s paintings, she laughed. “So you must be nude too.”
At that moment, she produced a pair of scissors. A faint snip-snip sounded.
Erika was alarmed.
Isana began trimming the hairband from Erika’s head.
“Tsk tsk, Erika, you really don’t know how to dress. This ponytail is ruining your beauty.”
With a snap, the tied hairband was cut; Erika’s hair tumbled down like a waterfall.
Ignoring Erika’s struggles, Isana began cutting low on her top, fully exposing her fair arms and leaving only a small camisole.
“Ah—! Don’t… please stop!”
Isana raised an eyebrow, unmoved.
After removing the top, she cut into the lace-trimmed skirt, slicing from the side.
A chill came to Erika’s legs—it was gone. She clasped her knees, cheeks red with embarrassment.
“You’re going too far! My skirt!”
“Anything that obstructs beauty must go.”
Isana responded matter-of-factly, squatting to remove Erika’s shoes. She placed her palm on Erika’s thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Soon, Erika was left with only a white camisole and underwear.
Erika panicked—if she was fully naked and the painting got out, her reputation would be ruined.
As the scissors hovered by her hip seam:
“Don’t cut… here… you can’t!”
“If I don’t cut it off, I can’t portray perfect art.”
Isana glanced at Erika’s flushed face, pleased. “Don’t worry, we’re both women—and you’re so beautiful. If I don’t create a perfect painting, I’ll be unsatisfied.”
“Who cares… sob sob…”
“Crying won’t help—you’re going to be my model today.”
Only a few millimeters remained… one millimeter… the snip sound…
No… she couldn’t.
Erika couldn’t bear it. If the underwear was cut, she’d be truly exposed.
Taking a deep breath, she decided pleading wouldn’t stop it.
“If you dare cut it, I’ll really get angry!”
“Hurry, show me your anger.”
“??? You idiot, I am angry!”
Isana raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “So what? You’re tied up—you can’t do anything. And you’re even cuter when angry.”
“I can move! I’ll do whatever it takes!”
Erika’s eyes began to glow—an ember of flame flared as her pupils contracted.
“Huh?”
Noticing the heat emanating from Erika, Isana looked up, surprised.
Two small horns emerged from Erika’s head, a pair of wings on her back, and a slim tail began to sway.
“You… you…”
Isana was speechless, stunned by the magical transformation.
Boom!
A scorching energy pulsed from Erika’s skin; immense magic surged as though a dam had burst.
The enchanted rope couldn’t absorb it fast enough.
To prevent being fully stripped, Erika had no choice—she began to partially dragon-form, as Gladys had urged.
Done: partially transformed, all physical capabilities heightened.
Flames roared; the room’s temperature shot up.
Startled by the sudden fire, Isana stumbled back and fell to the floor.
She stared in shock at Erika.
“Spellless… no chant required?”
Dragonkind?
She recalled the four types of dragons from books.
Isana never expected this small girl to be a human-shaped Calamity Dragon.
Rumble!
Erika’s spread fingers unleashed fire from her palms. Then, with brute strength, she broke the rope into ash.
Now, Erika stood in her camisole and underwear, her hair in disarray—flames danced around her.
Step by step, she approached Isana.
Isana was frozen as the scissors dropped at her feet.
Erika retracted the flames, stamped her foot next to Isana, and covered her mouth with her hand, pinning her to the floor.
“Mmmph mmmph!”
Isana struggled, but Erika dared not let her speak.
This was Isana’s bedroom—if the guards were still outside, Erika needed to be quiet.
She glared down at the girl who’d tried to undress her.
“You promised Gladys not to use dragon form—but you forced me to. Thanks to you, there’s no holding back.”
Isana’s eyes widened, unmoving. She tried gently waving her hand—perhaps signaling compliance or surprise.
Erika bit her lip, frustration growing.
What to do next?
Her dragon identity was exposed—if Isana talked, Erika would face the horrifying fate of execution.
But if she compelled a noble duke’s daughter, and the men who brought her here knew her identity, she’d still be caught.
“Ugh—This sucks!”
Erika mentally barked, running her small hand through her messy grey hair.
“You caused this! Damn you!”
With a sigh, she suppressed her fiery aura—but her other hand remained over Isana’s mouth.
“You’re Isana, right? You forced my half-transformation. Since you know I’m a dragon, I can’t let you go. You did this—so you’ll pay.”
Isana struggled faintly—but didn’t fight back. Instead, she moved her hand gently, perhaps signaling she would obey.