Show Me Your Stats!-Chapter 145

"...No, it's nothing."

Ayra quietly went back to bundling up the remaining spiders in the net, thinking to herself. Based on what she’d observed so far, dragons were clearly magical beasts too... which meant—could Janus survive inside subspace? She was incredibly curious, but Ayra promptly smothered that dangerous curiosity and shoved it deep into a corner of her mind.

After capturing all the silk spiders, Ayra attempted to cut through the spider silk with magic. However, the thread stuck to her back was invisible and stubbornly resistant to slicing. After struggling alone for some time, she finally asked Janus for help.

“Can you help me up?”

“Yeah, just a sec.”

Despite his reply, Janus merely crossed his arms and stood there watching Ayra flail about on the sticky web. A mage with less than 1000 HP tired out quickly after only a few tries.

“What are you doing? I said help me up.”

“Mm... I’m just taking it all in for a bit.”

Only then did Ayra realize that the look in Janus’s eyes as he watched her tangled in the web was just as sticky as the web itself. No way, she thought—but right then, a set of choices popped up again after a long absence.

Lie quietly in the spiderweb. (Bad Ending)

Struggle to escape the spiderweb. (Bad Ending)

Get angry and demand to be let out. (Bad Ending)

She nearly mistook them for different endings, but on closer look, all three were bad endings. What the hell is it about being stuck in spider silk that’s got this freak going wild... Ayra summoned all her strength and managed to wriggle one leg free. But Janus immediately came over and pressed her foot firmly back into the web. Ayra stared up at him in disbelief, and he said:

“Was that really a sleep aid you used earlier? Not some kind of aphrodisiac?”

“It was not!”

Ayra flailed in frustration at the absurd accusation, but soon wore herself out and slumped back down into the web. And at that moment, all three choices suddenly displayed a checkmark.

“Don’t you feel it building up too? It’s been quite a while since we last did it.”

Janus tapped the tip of Ayra’s foot with his toe as he spoke. Watching him nonchalantly pace around in the middle of scattered spider silk, Ayra began to sense danger.

They weren’t in a bedroom—or even inside a building. They were in an open forest, under broad daylight. The sun hadn’t completely set, and the surrounding area was still bright. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be anyone nearby, but Ayra was a properly raised social being with common decency and shame.

“You tripped me on purpose, didn’t you?”

Instead of answering, Janus simply smiled and looked down at her from where he stood. His crimson eyes—tinged with sunset—swept up and down over Ayra, still trapped in the web. Every time Janus had shamelessly tried to seduce her using his body as bait, she’d ended up falling for it. This time, Ayra squeezed her eyes shut and shouted:

“Not this time. Don’t do it.”

She was determined not to give in—whether Janus shoved dragon scales or his tongue in her face, she wouldn’t yield. Dragons might not care about rolling around outdoors, {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} but Ayra was human. Being watched by beasts and wild animals while doing something indecent in the forest was not her thing. Besides, this wasn’t the time for fooling around—they still had silk spiders to collect. The envoys from Sobletz had just arrived at the forest.

“Well, alright. I don’t really want to force someone who’s saying no.”

His unusually obedient response made Ayra snap her eyes open in suspicion. She began fumbling with physical magic to cut the web again, but Janus quietly stepped on the hem of her robe.

“I said don’t.”

Ayra tried to yank the trapped robe free, but failed. Janus scoffed at her feeble threat and didn’t even bother to reply. Instead, he brought his fingers to his mouth, curling and uncurling them slowly.

Ayra tried to close her eyes quickly, but he was faster. In that moment, his hand transformed—gleaming like it was adorned with a gauntlet made of ruby. Translucent red scales, the size of pinky nails, spread from his fingertips up to his forearms.

“If you go out with me, all of this is yours.”

“...!”

Janus flipped his hand back and forth with an offhand air. Each time, the scales shimmered faintly, mesmerizing Ayra. Her fingers, which had been cutting at the webs, slowed to a crawl. Her gaze became transfixed on the intricate, segmented fingers.

“I said don’t...!”

Janus casually flexed his fingers again, prompting Ayra to cry out and whip her head away. But the soft rasp of scales sliding together caught her ear, and she instantly looked back, glaring.

“What? I didn’t do anything.”

It was a ridiculous excuse. Ayra knew all too well that, for her, it was a vicious mental assault.

“I said stop!”

She screamed like Janus had just committed some unforgivable act—but her eyes were still glued to his hand.

Reptilian claws, unnaturally sharp and alien, gleamed like ruby shards as they lifted and fell in waves, responding to their master’s will. Janus slowly ran that beautiful, inhuman hand from his neck down to his chest. His claws were so sharp that the fabric split with a soft rip where they touched.

“I don’t get it. What exactly do you want me to stop? Be specific.”

His claw traced across his firm chest muscle. As it reached the skin, a line opened as if sliced with a blade. Pomegranate-like droplets of blood welled up and trickled down. Moments later, the wound sealed completely, as if it had never existed.

“Do you mean don’t touch you, or don’t let you touch me?”

Ayra’s voice wavered as she protested, his eyes greedily devouring her reaction.

“Just don’t touch anything!”

“I don’t get why you’re upset. It’s my body, I should be able to touch it if I want.”

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Feigning innocence, Janus slowly lowered his hand again. His claws slipped beneath the waistband of his pants. There was a soft snap, and the string holding them up gave way. The clawed hand slid inside.

“You’re curious, aren’t you?”

“...No!”

Ayra’s voice rang out with firm denial, but her eyes trembled. Despite her words, her heart was tossing in a storm like a boat adrift.

Truthfully, she was curious. Extremely curious.

If she were being honest about her desires, she wasn’t just building a wall to preserve the upper hand in their relationship—she wanted to tear off his clothes, drop to her knees, and beg him to show her his true form.

Ayra kept telling herself that she was a dignified, respectable labyrinth mage and the lord of Solar. Only that allowed her to barely look away. Meanwhile, Janus withdrew his hand from his pants, rolled up his shirt, and slowly scratched three long red lines down his lower abdomen with a claw. Beads of blood formed along the lines.

Ayra’s eyes dropped, following the blood as it slid down to the bulge swelling beneath his waistband. She gulped dryly. At this point, she wasn’t sure if this was intellectual curiosity or something more primal. Maybe Janus was right—they really had gone too long without.

“Want to get a closer look?”

Ayra turned her head away again, refusing to answer. She hesitated, then pulled up the map window to check once more that no one was nearby. When she looked back, Janus was suddenly kneeling right beside her head. His face was close—too close.

Ayra turned her head slowly and stared at Janus’s crotch. What does it even look like? Dragons didn’t reproduce—did they even have genitals? Magical beasts didn’t.

Noticing her silent, burning anticipation, Janus moved painfully slowly. Ayra barely stopped herself from begging.

At last, Janus stopped his teasing and pulled down his waistband. Ayra, fully focused, recoiled as something abruptly sprang out. But, tangled in spiderwebs as she was, she couldn’t move far—and it hit her cheek. She reflexively scrunched her face and shut her eyes. When she opened them—

“You said you’d show me!”

“And I did. Or were you expecting something else?”

It wasn’t what Ayra had expected. It wasn’t some completely alien organ—just... large. Disturbingly so. Thick as a wrist, veined with ominous blue lines, and crowned with a bulging head that made her wonder whether it really belonged to a human man.

Of course, what she’d wanted to see was something inhuman.

Still, Janus acted like she’d been desperate to see his penis all along.

That bastard... Even if dragons were cold-hearted psychopaths, this was just dirty trickery. Ayra clenched her fists in rage. Meanwhile, Janus grinned and stroked himself. He hadn’t touched it much, but it was already swelling further. Ayra’s eyes widened as she watched it grow rapidly before her.

“Ahh, Ayra...”

The swollen head brushed against her ear, and she flinched. The earlobe—being the coldest part of the human body—was extra sensitive. The contact, warmed by Janus’s intense body heat, made it feel like she’d been scorched. Uncomfortable but oddly thrilling, she twisted her head away and furrowed her brow. But Janus blocked her with a hand.

“No, look here.”

He cupped her face with one hand and stroked himself with the other, gazing down at her with lust-darkened eyes. Without shame, he began rubbing his length against her face.

The damp heat dragged from her ear to her cheek, then from her cheek to the corner of her eye. Ayra squinted one eye, her brow twitching. She opened her mouth to protest, to finally say stop—

But Janus, as if waiting, pressed the tip directly to her lips.