Chapter 1: Encounter with the Dragon Girl, and the Beginning of the Journey
Episode 2: First Time Wearing Clothes
So. To recap:
I was in a weird place.
There was a dragon.
The dragon turned into a naked girl.
I panicked and threw my blazer over her.
Yeah. That happened.
I only meant to cover her, but the way I did it? It looked more like a hug.
And when I tried to let go, the blazer slipped—so I scrambled to catch it again.
“S-sorry! Uh, I mean—clothes! You need clothes!”
At my stammering, she slowly raised a hand and held the blazer herself.
Relieved, I finally let go. It slid a little, barely managing to cover the important parts… from my perspective, anyway.
Her legs were still dangerously visible below the hem. I took a step back.
“Clothes,” she echoed, in that same soft, tuneless hum. “Humans wear clothes.”
The words didn’t make sense. But somehow—I understood her. Just like before.
That weird dissonance between what I heard and what I knew.
But I didn’t have time to think it through. I mean, she was still completely naked under my blazer.
“Y-yeah. Clothes. That’s… what people wear.”
“This is your clothing?”
“Uh, yeah. But I still have my shirt—you can use it too!”
She loosened her grip with one hand and pointed behind me, still holding the blazer with the other.
“Over there. Lots of things. Someone left them before. If you need clothes, there are clothes?”
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“Got it. I’ll check.”
I turned and jogged over. The room was big for a person, but probably cramped for a dragon.
She had pointed to a doorway—normal-sized, definitely not made for creatures with wings.
Nearby were shelves, drawers, all kinds of storage.
She told me it was her first time wearing clothes.
Also her first time being human.
I rummaged through the drawers and found what looked like a blouse, a skirt, and… yeah. Underwear.
We’re just going to skip that part.
She had no idea how any of it worked.
Still completely naked, she held up the underwear and asked, “What do I do with this?”
I wish I had a good answer. I didn’t.
All I’ll say is—I did my best.
Eventually, she got the clothes on.
The blouse was a soft white, with a wide neckline that showed off her collarbones and delicate shoulders.
The skirt was deep blue with silver embroidery, tied at the waist with laces.
The whole outfit looked way too perfect on her.
She twirled. The skirt flared out. She giggled.
I sat down on the floor and exhaled.
After a few more spins, she sat across from me, silver hair cascading over her shoulders, nearly brushing the floor.
She looked at me, her translucent blue eyes gleaming.
“Thank you,” she said.
“…For the clothes?”
I didn’t really know what she was thanking me for.
She tilted her head.
“For removing the collar.”
“The collar?”
I blinked.
“Yes. Because of that, I couldn’t move. It hurt. But you came. And when I said help me, you said you would. Then the collar came off. You broke it.”
“…I did?”
“You didn’t?”
She looked down. Her voice grew small.
For some reason, that made me feel guilty.
“Well… I mean, I did say I’d help, but I wasn’t really thinking about breaking the collar...”
“But you said you’d help me?”
She looked up at me, hopeful and uncertain.
I couldn’t answer. So I just nodded.
At that, she smiled—a gentle, quiet smile—and lifted her head.
“Then you did help me. Thank you. I’m happy.”
A beautiful girl, glowing with joy, thanking me like that…
It would be a lie to say it didn’t make me feel good.
But I still didn’t understand what really happened.
I didn’t feel like I’d done anything worth being thanked for.
I lowered my head, unsure of what to say.
She just kept smiling. Watching me.
I sat in silence, eyes on the floor, awkwardness creeping in.
We stayed like that for a while.
And then, a quiet thought surfaced in the back of my mind.
Where… are we?
What is this place?
And more importantly—
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
