Chapter 3: A Worthy Opponent

Fiora, who had been a shut-in otaku in her past life, was actually pretty open-minded when it came to people’s preferences.

After all, personal taste was private business.

As long as it didn’t hurt society, people could like whatever they wanted.

But even so, when Leon openly said what he liked, Fiora still felt a wave of panic.

Didn’t that mean she had walked right into his perfect trap?

After making his shocking statement, Leon didn’t say another word to her.

He just kept walking down the mountain with a cold face, expecting her to follow.

How can someone be so shameless?

Thinking back to four years ago, Fiora remembered him being surrounded by a bunch of cute girls, acting all annoyed like it was such a hassle to be so popular. And all of it was happening right in front of her.

He had that smug face that screamed, “Ugh, having so many girls chase me is such a pain.”

It made Fiora jealous and mad.

Why did he get to live like a main character from a novel, surrounded by girls, while she had to stay up on a snowy mountain for decades with nothing but an old butler who scolded her every day?

And now? Just because he suddenly felt like playing around with a dragon, he came up the mountain, kicked her into the sky, and forced her to be his s*ave?

He even bribed her butler, brainwashed him, and used shady tricks to cut her off from everyone she knew.

A scumbag. A total scumbag.

Leon is the classic popular-guy type who thinks the world revolves around him.

Fiora was full of regret.

If only she had learned some fire magic—she’d burn this cocky harem protagonist into ash.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Leon turned around and noticed Fiora’s burning gaze. His eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped, filled with killing intent.

“Eek!”

Fiora quickly looked away. Her forehead was drenched with sweat again as fear pushed away her anger.

She didn’t know how to fight and was terrified of people like Leon who fought like their life depended on it.

Right now, she had no choice but to follow behind him quietly like a good girl.

“By the way, where are we going?”

“We’ll head to my house first,” Leon replied, like he’d just remembered something.

“Oh right, Fiora.”

“From now on, don’t turn into your dragon form. And don’t let anyone know you’re the Dragon King.”

“Just tell people you’re my maid.”

“What?!”

Fiora couldn’t stay calm anymore.

She hadn’t expected Leon to start torturing her so soon.

First, he wanted her to give up her proud dragon form, basically turning her into a helpless shut-in with social anxiety.

Then, he wanted to strip her of her title as Dragon King—completely destroying her dignity and worth.

And finally, he wanted to make her his maid—forced to serve during the day, and “called upon” at night by a cold-faced, sadistic guy who had a thing for non-humans.

A shameless, sadistic triple-combo!

“This is all for your own good. Be obedient, Fiora,” Leon said gently.

There it is! That classic villain line! Fiora screamed internally.

In her past life, she had read tons of R-rated novels.

The first step in those kinds of stories was always the same—the guy would say something like “it’s for your own good” to slowly break down the heroine’s resistance

So that’s how it is, huh?

As expected of a scumbag popular guy—he knows how to play women like a pro.

But too bad for you, you picked the wrong girl this time.

I’m not one of those brainless romance heroines, Leon.

You messed with the wrong opponent.

“…”

Fiora didn’t answer right away. She felt proud, thinking she had seen through Leon’s scheme.

If I say yes, I’ll be digging my own grave.

If I say no, he’ll use that to threaten me.

So she decided to stay silent.

Silence wasn’t agreement—it was strategy.

“As I expected, it’s hard to accept right away,” Leon said thoughtfully. “Let me make it clearer, Fiora: you can still transform into your dragon form—if I give permission.”

“You also don’t have to force yourself to do chores. You can just stay at my house.”

“I’ll even give you a regular allowance.”

Fiora had expected him to push even harder, so hearing him back off caught her off guard.

And when she heard the offer to just chill out at his place, with no work and free money, her resolve started to waver.

“Um… okay.”

“Very good.” Leon nodded, satisfied.

But the faint smile on his lips—the look of someone who had just pulled off the perfect plan—almost made Fiora scream.

A scumbag who’s good at mental games!

No wonder he’s surrounded by women!

First, he made an outrageous demand she couldn’t possibly accept.

Then, pretending to be kind, he offered a much more tempting option.

And Fiora—thinking she was making her own choice—walked right into his trap.

He had played her like a fiddle.

A top-tier popular guy versus a bottom-of-the-barrel shut-in otaku with anxiety?

Of course he’d outplay her in seconds!

I don’t want to play this game anymore.

I just want to go back to my room and eat potato chips…

“Fiora, why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing… a snowflake got in my eye.”

Bullied into submission, Fiora couldn’t hold her emotions back.

Her tears welled up and almost spilled over.

“Heh, the way you look when you cry… is kinda interesting,” Leon said, half-smiling.

“—!”

That creepy comment made Fiora’s teeth chatter.

So he’s not just a perverted scumbag with a thing for non-humans…

He’s also a sadist!

No wonder he made me sign a s*ave contract!

Slaves are the perfect toys for sadists!

Fiora knew the look in his eyes.

Sadists loved seeing people cry—they got high off it and always pushed things even further.

“I’m not crying! I’m not crying! You saw wrong!”

“Why are you suddenly acting cheerful?”

“Don’t worry about it, Leon.”

“Guys who pay too much attention to details aren’t popular.”

“Let’s just hurry up and get to your house.”

“If it gets dark, we’ll be stuck outside with nowhere to sleep.”

In front of this terrifying man, Fiora forced a strained smile.