I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Deep within the dragon's nest, amidst mountains of gold and seas of silver.

Ian was held in Vivian's arms, lying on a pile of gold coins.

The gold coins were a little uncomfortable to him. Although he was a lump of jelly, he could still feel the hard surface. Vivian was obviously very satisfied with the feel of her slime pillow and hugged it tightly.

Vivian carried him back to the dragon's nest, did nothing, and simply held him and slept for a while.

Ian moved.

Vivian's hands tightened.

It moved again.

It's tightened again.

Ian: "...Lady Vivian, relax now that you're awake."

This dragon is so big, yet it's pretending to be asleep like a child.

"She's not awake," Vivian said with her eyes closed.

"You spoke."

"That's sleep talking."

Ian extended his tentacle and gently poked her face.

Vivian opened one eye, her golden vertical pupil staring at him.

"Little Ian, you've gotten bolder."

Ian: "...Let go of me first."

Vivian didn't let go; instead, she turned over and hugged him even tighter, resting her chin on the top of his head.

"Little Ian."

"Um?"

Where is my happy house?

They're here; the debt collectors are here.

Ian sighed inwardly. What was bound to happen would happen eventually.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Because I'm bored," Vivian said matter-of-factly. "When I wake up and have nothing to do, I think about when my 'pleasure house' will be finished. You promised me you'd build a place even more fun than a massage."

Ian: "...It's not that we won't build it, it's that we'll build it slowly, carefully, and with care."

"I don't care about any of that!" Vivian poked his jelly-like body. "Why isn't he moving yet?"

"It'll be soon," Ian began to promise. "Once the Dragon Blood Wheat seeds are ready and I've gathered enough people, we'll start construction immediately."

"You said the same thing last time!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Vivian pouted, stretched out a finger, and poked his body. She poked him once; it dented and bounced back. She poked him again; it dented and bounced back.

"Why are you still so soft~"

"Slime is soft by nature."

"It's much softer than sleeping on gold coins." Vivian placed her whole hand on his body, kneading him. "Gold coins are uncomfortable; you're more comfortable to sleep on."

As she spoke, she scooped Ian up, changed her position, and held him in her arms, nuzzling him against her face.

"If you don't build me a happy little house, you'll stay here and be my cushion forever, and you're not allowed to leave!"

Ian's tentacles froze.

This dragon girl really wants to use him as a permanent body pillow; we need to remedy this quickly.

"Lady Vivian."

"Um?"

"How about trying a full-body massage?"

Vivian stopped moving. She looked down at him, a hint of curiosity flashing in her golden vertical pupils.

"The whole body? How do I massage it?"

"It's more comfortable than a foot massage."

Vivian blinked and released her grip.

Ian rolled off her arms.

Vivian lay flat on the pile of gold coins, stretched out a big yawn, and spread her long black hair over the coins.

She patted Ian: "Do you need me to take off my clothes?"

"There's absolutely no need for that!"

Ian was startled and quickly stopped her. Vivian was so careless!

Ian's gelatinous body began to stretch.

Slowly, slowly, like a deep blue blanket, it began to cover Vivian's little feet.

Calf, thigh, waist, abdomen, chest, shoulders. Finally, it enveloped her entire body, leaving only her delicate face and smooth black hair visible.

Vivian opened her eyes wide with curiosity and looked at him: "And then?"

Ian didn't speak, but instead channeled his magic to create subtle vibrations on the gelatinous surface.

That kind of ripple that comes from within, like countless soft fingertips pressing down at the same time.

Starting from the soles of the feet, go up the calves, little by little, inch by inch.

Vivian narrowed her eyes.

Twenty seconds later, her breathing became long and deep.

Thirty seconds later, a soft hum escaped from her cherry-like lips: "Mmm~"

She fell asleep within a minute.

Ian stopped.

As soon as they stopped, Vivian opened her eyes and looked at him groggily.

"Why did it stop?"

"You're asleep."

"I'm not asleep! I'm feeling!"

"..."

Ian continued silently.

A few more minutes passed.

Vivian completely went limp, collapsing into the pile of gold coins, her eyes glazed over, a silly grin still lingering on her lips. The languidness that emanated from her very bones was like that of a cat that had just been petted and pampered.

"Little Ian... how are you so amazing..."

When Ian saw Vivian's arches taut like crescent moons, he knew she was about to contribute experience points for [Dragon Flame] to him.

Sure enough, the magic carrying this dampness spread the moment it appeared.

Vivian is giving away freebies every day; this kindness is not to be refused.

Experience +1, +1, +1...

"It's even more enjoyable than eating dessert~" she murmured.

"It's alright, I'm happy with my rapidly increasing experience." Ian continued to vibrate.

After a while, Vivian recovered and, feeling satisfied from the massage, temporarily forgot about her plan to use Ian as a permanent body pillow.

She sat up, pulled Ian off her, hugged him, and rested her chin on the top of his head.

"Little Ian."

"Um?"

"How's your field going?"

Ian was taken aback: "You care about that?"

"Of course I care." Vivian's eyes dimmed a little as she said this. "I planted them too back then. I worked myself to the bone for a long time, watered them until I bled a lot, and the wheat mutated because of all that watering, and not many of them survived."

She looked down at him, her golden, vertical pupils unusually serious: "If you manage to plant it, wouldn't it make me look useless?"

Ian: "...You're overthinking it."

Don't let this make you seem useless. You already seem useless just by eating, drinking, and sleeping all day...

"So..." she nudged Ian again, "I'll give you another official position."

Ian's tentacle twitched; was he trying to take on more responsibility?

"What kind of official?"

"Dragon Territory Governor. From now on, you're in charge of everything in Dragon Territory. That old man Charles will handle logistics, Angry Horn will handle fighting, and you'll be in charge of everything."

"...Seriously?"

"Of course I'm serious. I'm too lazy to manage things, isn't it perfect that you're in charge? Besides, you're good at farming and can give me massages, you're much more useful than Charles."

"...Charles will cry."

"No way, he'll be overjoyed. He complains to me every day that he can't manage everything, so he'll definitely be happy to have someone else take care of it for him."

Ian appeared helpless, but was actually overjoyed inside.

Chief Servant and Consul—although both are for the Dragon Girl, these titles sound so much more prestigious!

I used to feel so ashamed to say that I was a chief servant.

This sounds much more impressive!

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"Hesitatingly speaking~"

Vivian nodded in satisfaction and hugged him even tighter.

Ian seized the opportunity to speak:

"By the way, Lady Vivian, there's something I need your help with."

"explain."

There is a race called the Phantom Light Clan.

Vivian blinked: "The Illusionary Light Clan? Never heard of them."

"A rare type of monster capable of creating illusions. Some are enslaved by an alchemist noble from the Ash Kingdom. They can be used as the core of the Pleasure House."

Vivian's eyes lit up: "The core of the Pleasure House?"

"Yes. If you use them to create illusions, you can make people feel like they are there and see all sorts of scenes. For example, you can be placed in the scene and become the protagonist of the story, doing whatever you want."

Vivian's breathing became rapid.

"...There's such a thing?"

"Yes. But now it's owned by the wrong people."

"so?"

"Therefore, as a dragon, you must correct this mistake and reclaim the people who belong to the Dragon Territory!"

Vivian suddenly sat up straight.

"Hey! I'm a professional at this! What's a few people to steal from my Happy House?"

Ian nodded in agreement: "That's absolutely right!"

Vivian's once straight body slowly slid down, her eyes closed, her voice growing softer and softer: "Hey... remember my pleasure house... build it quickly..."

A few seconds later, her breathing became even.

Ian lay on a pile of gold coins, watching the dragon girl who had fallen asleep instantly.

They were just talking about robbing people, and now they're sleeping like logs.

He silently rolled off the pile of gold coins and hopped out of the dragon's nest.