Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

"So thirsty..."

Artoria heard him immediately.

"Ahem." She coughed softly.

"Meliuqina, may you go out first?"

"I have something I'd like to say to Ian alone."

"it is good!"

Melyuchina couldn't have been happier, and without saying a word, she grabbed two Aroundights and ran away.

But the moment the door closed, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Eh?

Isn't this the same as what happened with Morgan?

Listen to this...?

Inside the room, Artoria wasn't thinking about anything else.

Her attention was now completely focused on Ian.

She removed her armor.

A completely different view popped out from inside the clothes and swayed up and down a couple of times.

"It's nothing." Artoria's face flushed.

"I've found something even tastier!"

63. The king's chest is getting fierce.

When exactly did this change occur?

It seems that after the Caliburn sword of certain victory developed a crack, he underwent this change uncontrollably.

to be honest--

This is a somewhat frightening feeling.

This was especially true for Artoria, who had never felt herself growing up for a long time.

However, there was also a feeling of joy.

This is especially true now that the usual armor camouflage has been removed.

A self that has grown;

And he killed those dragons for Camelot.

Nothing is unsuitable.

Nothing is wrong.

then--

Artoria revealed her cleavage to him.

Although she hasn't fully grown to the level of her older sister Morgan.

but--

That's already very good.

At least in terms of size, it is much better than before.

Pulling away all the coverings, Artoria said to the man before her:

"bring it on--"

"You must like this the most, right?"

"This is... a reward for your valiant battle."

Artoria thought that since she hadn't asked him to do this kind of thing for so long, he would be somewhat resistant.

But that's not the case at all.

Almost the instant she uttered those words, she was immediately pushed down by the other person.

That's right—

It was knocked down.

Instead of transforming back into a dragon, he was pushed down in his human form.

Breasts are a rather peculiar thing.

Generally speaking, the larger an organization or other entity is, the slower the transmission of information will be.

This is an insurmountable barrier erected by physical factors.

But Artoria completely disagreed with this idea at this moment.

It did indeed produce fruit.

but……

The stimulation from the dragon's feeding was not diminished as a result.

On the contrary, she felt more sensitive.

Even the slightest friction from her sharp teeth could instantly turn her into a frightened little animal.

but--

Very happy.

Artoria felt his body temperature was warmer than before.

This also means...

He ate with great enjoyment and was very absorbed in the meal.

"Slow down—"

"I won't leave."

"Don't be shy if you want to take a bite."

As Artoria said this, she then felt a more subtle friction.

If the removal of the restrictions from the Caliburn Golden Sword brought about physical changes for her...

So……

What he untied was an even deeper layer of constraint.

It's about to leak out...

By the time Artoria realized this, it was too late.

Or rather, there was never any chance of realizing this from the beginning.

The prominence in size was so striking that Artoria had no time to appreciate the other changes in her body.

"Ian, wait a minute—"

That's too late.

Artoria's eyes widened, as if she had lost all consciousness.

She never expected it to turn out this way.

that is not……

Did it really become his food?

Artoria was still shamefully contemplating her identity when Ian stood up.

Unlike before, he didn't just grab Artoria and eat her until he was satisfied.

"What, what's wrong?"

Artoria turned her head slightly to the side.

Why did it suddenly stop?

"This should be to your liking, right?"

"Or……"

"It doesn't taste good?"

After saying this, Artoria's face turned completely red.

After all, if anyone were to spread this statement, his identity as King Arthur would be ruined.

Food that the dragon could trample at will...

It's so shameful no matter how I think about it.

However, Ian still did not give a direct answer to Artoria's words.

He held onto Artoria's food supplies and then squeezed them hard.

"Well--"

Caught off guard by the sudden and rough attack, Artoria gasped for breath.

sizzle.

Something was about to reach Ian's mouth.

It's cool, white, and has a faint fragrance.

"..."

"that……"

Artoria has completely lost her former queenly demeanor.

All I felt was the shame of doing something embarrassing in front of someone I liked.

"It's so sweet." Ian stuck out his tongue and tasted it.

"Eh?"

Altria was stunned for a moment.

After confirming that she hadn't misheard Ian, she asked cautiously.

Did you do this on purpose?

"It seems so, but it doesn't seem so..."

"Seeing Artoria like this now makes me want to do it."

"What kind of answer is that?!"

Artoria expressed her dissatisfaction, but her hands did not resist Ian's actions.

In those few words, she found an identity other than that of a king, a space that allowed her to catch her breath a little.

"Be gentle, it will hurt if you squeeze too hard."

Let him indulge himself a little.

That way, I feel much more relaxed.

What Artoria didn't expect was that after she said that, Ian didn't do anything more outrageous. Instead, he just stared straight at her.

"what happened again?"

Artoria turned her face away.

"Didn't I already say it's very sweet?"

"Artoria, you must be a girl—"

"Isn't that obvious, I..."

"Ok?"