Draind was in a hazy, half-awake dreamlike state as various sensations filtered through his sciousness.

  ‘Hmm, heavy, hard to breathe, smells nice, warm,’ he thought, his brain struggling to make sense of the unfamiliar yet oddly f situation.

  Bahamut, the dragon goddess, was cuddled on top of him, her petite form surprisingly weighty as she rested on his chest.

  She had found that position to be the warmest and most fortable pce, the rhythmic sound of his gentle breathing lulling her into a deeper slumber.

  Her disheveled long, silver locks had fallen across Draco's face, tig his nose and making it difficult for him to take in a full breath.

  Despite the slight disfort, Draco couldn't help but find the situation oddly pleasant.

  Bahamut's st, a mesmerizing blend of floral and spice, was intoxig, and the warmth of her body had a soothing effe him.

  Draco tried to ehe minor inveniences for as long as he could, but eventually, the growing heaviness on his chest and the increasing difficulty ihing became too much to bear.

  Slowly, he opened his eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight filtering in through the window.

  As his vision adjusted, he found himself face-to-face with Bahamut's shimmering silver horn, mere inches from his nose.

  It took him a moment tister the situation, his mind still groggy from sleep.

  'Huh, what's going on? Am I in Bahamut's room, or did she wander into mine?' he worying to make sense of the unusual predit.

  Shifting slightly, Draco felt a strauggiion around his sensitive tail.

  His eyes widened in realization as he reized that Bahamut’s tail was tightly iwined with his own.

  The texture of the tact between their iwiails, sent waves of immense pleasure rippling through his body, a rea that he found equally f and very ing.

  His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a growing disfort in his lion, and Draco's eyes widened in panibsp;

  Draco's eyes widened in arm as he realized the source of the disfort – his own body's betrayal.

  Somehow, in the midst of their tangled embrace, his dragon had bee fully aroused, the hard, throbbih pressing against Bahamut's delicate stomach.

  'Oh, no,' Draco thought, panic rising within him.

  'This is bad. This is really bad.' he excimed.

  There was no way Bahamut wouldn't notice the firmness poking her belly, and he o get her off him immediately.

  He khat if Bahamut were to awaken and discover his body's shameful rea, it could spell disaster for their retionship.

  The goddess might feel vioted or betrayed, and Draco couldn't bear the thought of losirust and respect.

  As if the universe was spiring against him, a soft click reached his ears, and Draco's heart sank as the door to his room slowly creaked open.

  He and Bahamut were about to be caught in a weird promising situation.

  Instinctively, he grabbed onto his thiket and tried to cover both himself and Bahamut, though he k was a futile attempt.

  Sure enough, three familiar figures – Dimitra, Eleni, and Cir – stepped into the room, their expressions a mix of curiosity and mischief.

  "Alright, go wake him up like a normal person," Eleni urged Cir, unaware of the promising position Draco found himself in.

  Elehat she o lead Cir ba the right path after their discussion i.

  Dimitra, however, seemed to sehat something was amiss.

  Her nostrils fred as she took a deep breath, her keen senses immediately pig up ora st in the room.

  "Wait, something's nht. I smell Bahamut-san here," she announced, her brow furrowed in fusion.

  "Is it really that odd?" Cir replied, her tone casual.

  "She's lived here for four years before we moved in, so it shouldn't be strange for her st to be everywhere." Cir dismissed.

  "No, it's too fresh," Dimitra insisted, her eyes narrowing as she studied the se before them.

  Eleni's gaze settled on the oversized bhat was draped over the bed, her brow furrowing in puzzlement.

  "Isn't the b a bit too big? I don't think Draii is that big." she pointed out.

  Draco could feel the panic rising within him as the three girls sloroached the bed, their suspis clearly piqued.

  He held his breath, praying that Bahamut would remain asleep and that somehow, he could get out of this situation without revealing the shameful secret that oking Bahamut's belly.

  But just as he was about tn himself to his fate, Bahamut stirred, her lips parting in a soft murmur.

  "Hmm, stop poking my belly. I am not fat," she mumbled, her words sending a fresh wave of horror c through Draco's veins.

  The girls froze, their eyes wide with shock as the realization of the situation dawned on them.

  Dimitra and Eleni exged a gheir expressions a mix of disbelief and, to Draco's dismay, a hint of mischief.

  'This is it,' Draco thought, closing his eyes in resignation.

  'It's all over.' he thought.

  Fwoosh!

  The b was suddenly yanked away, exposing the two entwined figures on the bed.

  Draco's heart pounded in his chest as he waited for the iable outburst, his mind rag with a million thoughts.

  How would the girls react? Would they uand the unfortunate circumstances? Or would they jump to clusions and accuse him of some unspeakable act?

  Bahamut, still half-asleep, blinked owlishly at the girls, while Draco squeezed his eyes shut, silently praying for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

  The room was filled with a deafening silehe tension palpable as the three girls processed the se before them.

  Dimitra's eyes widened, Eleni's jaw dropped, and Cir's face flushed a deep crimson.

  Finally, Cir broke the silence, her voicharacteristically shaky.

  "B-Bahamut-san? Draco? What... what is the meaning of this?" she asked.

  Bahamut, seemingly unfazed by the intrusion, yawned and stretched, her movements causing Draco to let out a strangled groan.

  "Hmm? Oh, good m, everyone," she greeted, seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness of the situation.

  Draco felt his face burn with shame, his mind rag to find a pusible expnation that wouldn't nd him in even deeper trouble.

  "I-It's not what it looks like!" he blurted out, instantly regretting his choice of words.

  Dimitra’s brow furrowed, her expression a mix of fusion and .

  "Then what is it, Draii? Because it certainly looks like..." She trailed off, uo finish the sentence.

  Cir, her face a deep shade of crimson, turned away, mumbling something about ‘improper duct’ and ‘the wrath of the gods.’

  But to his surprise, the rea he received from Eleni was very different from what he had anticipated.

  "Well, well, well," Eleni purred, a teasing grin spreading across her fabsp;

  "Looks like someone seems to have been caught having a little fun with our dear Bahamut-." she said.

  Eleni’s eyes sparkled with delight at the juicy scoop, and she leaned in closer, her voice dripping with a pyful taunt.

  "hought you had it in you, Draii. Guess you're not just a pretty face after all." she said.

  Draco felt his face burn with embarrassment, his mind rag to e up with a pusible expnation for the situation.

  ……………………………………………………………

  "Hmm, what is this?" Bahamut muttered, feeling something hard, very hot, and pulsating underh her.

  Raising her butt to get a better view, the outline of Draco's erect dragoly brushed against the creases of her behind through the thin fabric of her nightgown, creating a new and strange sensation for the inexperienced dragon goddess.

  "Wait..." Draco tried to stop her, but it was too te.

  Bahamut had gotten up, and his fully erect dragon was revealed to all the girls in its full glory.

  Startled by the size ah, thinking it was some kind of snake, Bahamut quickly uncoiled her tail from his own and hastily jumped to her feet.

  "What was that?" she asked, rubbing her backside as the lingeriion still tickled her.

  "Woah, is that what I think it is?" Eleni excimed in shock upon seeing the outline of her brother's crotch.

  "It looks so big, it wasn't that big st time I saw it," Dimitra muttered, turning her head in embarrassment away from the se while occasionally stealing gnces.

  She had seen it many times in the past when they were younger.

  Cir, oher hand, leaned in for a closer look, occasionally nodding her head in approval.

  "Impressive," she whispered to herself.

  Thwabsp;

  "What do you think you're doing?" Dimitra scolded, catg Cir looking so closely.

  Cir's face bloomed into a crimson blush as she slyly turned her face away after being caught.

  Draco, the victim of this whole ordeal, just stared bnkly at the ceiling of his room.

  'It's all over,' he thought, his mind having surpassed the point of embarrassment.

  Pig up a set of clothes and a towel, he headed for the bathroom without saying a word.

  Bahamut, now fully awake and clear-headed, finally gained an uanding of the whole situation.

  She felt extremely embarrassed and sorry, realizing that she was the one who had led to this situation by sneaking into Draco's room at night.

  "What have I done?" Bahamut muttered to herself.

  "So, how was it?" Eleni asked Bahamut, a mischievous grin on her face.

  "Hohat?" Bahamut replied, fused.

  "You know, that thing. I mean, you slept on top of it for so long, so how did it feel?" Eleni eborated.

  Bahamut's face turned red as she quickly realized what Eleni was asking.

  "We didn't do anything like that..." she replied with a crimson blush on her face, then she began expining the situation.

  "I see, so that's what happened," Dimitra muttered in uanding.

  "But I don't think any of us look Draii directly in the eye for a while," she added.

  Bahamut, Eleni, Dimitra and odded in agreement, their cheeks a bit flushed with embarrassment.

  Meanwhile, ihroom, Draco stood still uhe shower, the cold droplets of water seeming to wash away the tension that had gripped his mind.

  With his thoughts now calmer, a new worry had taken hold of his thoughts.

  He was worried about how to expin to his siblings what they had just witnessed, as the news was definitely going to spread, and they would all take a natural i.

  'How do I even expin reprodu to them without sounding weird? Ah, Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, you have left me with yet another very difficult topic to expin,' Draco pondered.

  It was hard enough expining the cept of puberty to his younger siblings with omitted details, especially the girls.

  As he stood there, letting the water cascade over his body, Draind raced with possible sarios and expnations.

  Should he be dired ho, or try to downpy the i? Would they even uand the biological aspects, or would they get the wrong idea?

  Sighing deeply, Draco realized that there was no easy way out of this.

  He would have to face his siblings and have a frank, yet age-appropriate, discussion about everything.

  Stepping out of the shower, Draco dried himself off and got dressed, mentally preparing himself for the iable versation that awaited him.