As usual, Yuuta was having a weird dream.
"No, baby, wait… that's not the right thing, yes, yes, suck it with mayonnaise! That's the way. That's how you eat chicken!"
Yeah. No idea what that was about. But it felt right.
Then he felt something warm and scaly on his face.
Soft. Tiny. Breathing.
"Huh? My dog?"
Wait… he didn't have a dog.
He didn't even like pets.
His eyes shot open, and he instinctively grabbed at whatever was on his face. It felt... weird. Long. Scaly. Kinda squishy, but strong. Like a—
"LIZARD! A FREAKING LIZARD IN MY BED!"
He flung it across the room, his survival instincts kicking in. Scrambling for the light, he flicked it on, heart pounding.
But what he saw…
Wasn't a lizard.
It was a girl. A tiny girl. No older than four. Sitting on the floor, pouting, rubbing her eyes. She had tiny horns poking through her silver hair. Little wings. A twitchy tail.
Straight out of a fantasy novel.
Yuuta blinked.
"Okay… okay, maybe I've been studying too hard. Yeah. That's it. Need some sleep. This is a stress hallucination or something. If I keep going like this, I'll start seeing—"
Then a low, irritated voice cut through his mental breakdown.
"You Disgusting Mortal."
Yuuta whipped his head around.
There, standing in his bedroom doorway like a storm about to unleash, was a woman. Arms crossed, eyes cold, wrapped in a white dress with golden flowering stripes like some sort of Chinese imperial empress caught off guard. She had long, flowing silver hair, sharp features, and a look that said, Bow or perish.
"She's your child," she declared, her voice dripping with disdain.
"...Huh, my child..?"
She sighed, rubbing her temples like this whole situation was a chore. "Of course she's our child, You Disgusting Human."
"'Our'… what?"
Yuuta blinked at her, confused. "Wait—who are you? How did you even get into my house? Is this some kind of prank?"
His voice cracked.
His heartbeat spiked.
Everything inside him screamed that this situation was way, way above his panic limit.
The woman just stared at him… then sighed, long and tired, like she had run out of vocabulary to deal with idiots.
Meanwhile Yuuta was freaking out so hard his soul nearly left his body.
Then something clicked in his brain.
A stupid, dangerous idea.
"No," Yuuta said, pointing dramatically. "I'm not falling for this."
She narrowed her eyes. "Falling for what, exactly?"
"I've seen this drama trope!" Yuuta announced proudly.
Pause.
"You're one of those single moms trying to trick innocent guys like me into marriage so I pay child support!"
WHACK!
Her fist hit Yuuta's skull like a meteor.
He flew.
He fell.
He met the floor.
Violently.
"Moron," she said coldly, towering over him, "why would I need your money when I have an entire FUCKING KINGDOM IN MY HAND.?"
A kingdom?
What the hell kind of gold-digger backstory was that?
She rubbed her temples, exasperated.
"Oh gods… why did I get bound to you that night? Why did I drink that cursed alcohol? And why—of all being—did I end up sleeping with human?"
Her words hit harder than her fist.
Pain.
Sharp, real, brutally honest pain.
Not just from the punch—
but from the revelation.
"Ow…" Yuuta groaned, rolling onto his side. "That… that punch felt too real…"
Wait.
His eyes widened.
Too real.
No dream punch would hurt this much.
"This is real?" Yuuta whispered.
The pain in his skull throbbed again—confirming everything.
"Yes," she said flatly. "Unfortunately for both of us."
Yuuta slowly pushed himself up, clutching his head.
"No, no, no, no… that can't be right…"
But the truth was already sinking in.
This wasn't a dream.
And whoever this woman was—
she knew him.
Yuuta glanced around the room. The lights were on now. His posters were still crooked. His desk still had that untouched cup noodle from two nights ago. The usual mess.
But also…
A literal dragon child sitting on his bed.
And a very tall, very annoyed woman glaring down at him with arms folded, horns curling back over her snow-white hair like some high-class anime villainess.
Okay, so maybe not that usual.
Yuuta squinted at her. "...What are you doing in my apartment? And who the hell are you people?!"
She rolled her eyes like she couldn't believe she had to explain. "Tch. She's your child. I'm your wife. Try to keep up."
Yuuta froze.
Completely.
His mouth opened. Nothing came out.
A beat passed.
Then he clutched both sides of his head and sank into a full squat, rocking like his soul had left the building.
"No, no, no, no, NO. This is a prank.
This has to be a prank. Hidden cameras? Reality show? Am I being Punk'd? Is Ashton Kutcher still alive?!"
"Papa?"
Yuuta blinked.
That voice.
Soft. Fragile. Too sweet for this hellish world.
He turned his head slowly—and there she was. The little dragon girl.
Standing beside him now, eyes full of worry, little clawed hands clutching his sleeve.
"Papa, are you okay?"
Yuuta's brain just…
Shut off.
His heart?
That thing exploded. Disintegrated into rainbow dust.
He had to stop himself from hugging her into another dimension.
"Ahhh… she talks. And it's adorable. I'm dying. This is how I die."
"I-Is Papa sick…?"
Her wings drooped.
"NO! No, no—Papa is okay!" Yuuta said quickly, holding up a thumb with trembling confidence.
"Your Papa is a strong man, you see! Mentally stable! Emotionally grounded! Possibly hallucinating, but still hanging on!"
The woman behind him groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're an idiot," she muttered.
Yuuta turned to her, a thousand questions racing through his head, each one more panicked than the last.
Wait a second.
"Okay, okay, hold up! This is a scam, right? A setup! There's no way! I've never even... I haven't even had a girlfriend! I'm still a virgin! How the hell do I have a four-year-old child when I'm only twenty?!"
The woman rolled her eyes like he was the dumbest creature in the room—and considering his daughter just tried to eat a pillow, that was rude.
"Ugh," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "What cosmic mistake did I make to end up marrying you? My pride… my dignity… The Dragon Queen, reduced to this… dumbo."
Frost gathered in her palm—clean, sharp, deadly.
"It's better if I kill you and become a widow. At least then I can live in peace and salvage my legacy."
Yuuta froze.
His mouth snapped shut on instinct.
Even his breathing stopped.
His soul left his body.
This couldn't be real.
Dragons didn't exist.
Queens didn't appear in apartments.
This wasn't a manga.
This wasn't some isekai dream.
This was a nightmare.
A very, very bad, please-let-me-wake-up nightmare.
She flicked her wrist.
A spear of ice shot toward him—fast, merciless, impossible to dodge.
For a split second, Yuuta saw death.
He didn't think.
His body moved on its own.
Glass exploded behind him as he dove through the small bedroom window.
The shock rang in his ears. Cold air whipped across his back.
But she didn't give him a moment.
Her hand clamped around his throat before he could inhale, lifting him off the floor effortlessly.
"Killing you," she said, voice calm in a terrifying way, "would be easier than enduring a lifetime with you."
Yuuta's fingers clawed weakly at her grip.
He could barely speak.
"At… least tell me… what sin I committed… before I die…" he croaked, tears blurring his vision.
One of them slipped down his cheek.
With it, his contact lens fell—rolling across the floor.
Her eyes widened.
Because she saw what Yuuta never wanted anyone to see.
His real eyes.
Crimson.
Glowing faintly under the light.
Her grip vanished instantly.
Yuuta crashed to the ground, coughing.
"Ow…" he muttered, rubbing his neck.
She stepped back, staring at him with something he hadn't seen in her yet—fear.
"Who… are you?" she whispered. "Are you the son of Disaster?"
"Son of… what?" Yuuta managed.
But before she could say more—
Suddenly—
Knock, knock, knock.
Yuuta froze.
The door.
He turned slowly. The door. Someone was at the door.
He shuffled over in a daze and cracked it open just a little.
Standing outside was Ms. Kano—his nosy, sweet-but-meddling, definitely-always-listening neighbor—holding a tray of rice crackers like a weapon of peace.
"…I heard something. Everything alright, dear?"
Before Yuuta could mumble out a lie—
"Papa~! Someone's here!"
The little girl zipped past him and pulled the door wide open.
Yuuta lunged. "WAIT—!"
Too late.
Ms. Kano blinked down at the child who now stood proudly in the doorway.
"…Oh," she said slowly. "I didn't know you had a younger sister here."
"I—I don't—!" Yuuta stammered.
He slammed the door shut.
Locked it.
Pressed his back against it and slid down like he was in a soap opera.
"No way… No way. How is this happening to me?"
His voice cracked as he clutched his hair, drowning in panic.
Then—
Tap.
Yuuta looked up.
The door creaked open again.
What—?! He locked it!
Ms. Kano was holding the door with one hand, effortlessly pushing it back open with the calm fury of a retired teacher who'd seen too much.
She glanced down at the girl. "Child, we need to talk."
"E-eh?" Yuuta stammered from the floor.
Then—
Click. Click.
The sound of heels. Sharp, regal.
Behind him, Ms. Kano saw a tall, drop-dead gorgeous woman—mature, elegant, with silver hair cascading down her back and sharp violet eyes that screamed danger.
She radiated queen energy.
Ms. Kano turned to Yuuta. "And who… is this?"
The girl beamed and pointed. "That's Mama! She's my mama! And he's my papa!"
Ms. Kano didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
Yuuta watched her soul leave her body.
"You're… married?" she whispered.
"WHAT—NO—I'M NOT—THIS IS A KIDNAPPING—I MEAN—I'M THE ONE BEING KIDNAPPED—!"
Yuuta slammed the door.
(Few moments later..)
Yuuta sat curled in the corner of his room, his back pressed against the cold wall, trying to calm the violent trembling in his legs. The terror refused to leave his chest. A real dragon—an actual monster out of forgotten myths—was inside his home. And she had come within seconds of killing him.
He wasn't ready to die.
Not before he found out what happened to his mother.
Not before he even understood why his life had been so cursed from the beginning.
A small voice cut through the suffocating silence.
"Mama… is Papa sick?"
Elena stood in the doorway, her tiny hands gripping the edge of the wall. The worry in her eyes felt too pure for this nightmarish scene.
Erza knelt beside her daughter and gently brushed her silver hair away from her face. For a moment, her expression softened—so quietly, so naturally that it almost felt unreal.
"No, sweet one," she whispered. "Your papa is just… overwhelmed. Mama will take care of him."
Elena nodded firmly, accepting her mother's words as absolute truth.
Then Erza rose and turned toward Yuuta.
The warmth vanished instantly.
Her voice returned to the cold, heavy tone that made his bones stiffen.
"You… How can you be afraid of a little ice magic?" she asked, stepping closer. "I held back ninety percent of my strength. You weren't in danger."
Yuuta swallowed hard, his breath shaky.
"I'm human," he said, his voice breaking. "A normal human. What did you expect? That I would block an ice spear that shattered a window like it was nothing?"
His eyes burned—the crimson glow flickering again, uncontrolled, responding to fear.
Her gaze sharpened.
"I still don't understand," she muttered. "How a creature this weak could have possibly impregnated me. You are the most fragile being I have ever encountered."
Her words froze Yuuta.
Not because of the insult.
But because of what she implied.
For the first time since she arrived, the trembling in his hands paused.
"I'm not your husband," Yuuta said quietly, his voice strained. "And I don't understand any of this. How did I… how could I impregnate you? What is Atlantis? Why are you calling me that?"
He forced himself to look up at her.
"Nothing you're saying makes sense."
"You, mortal." Her eyes narrowed like twin amethysts of judgment. "Let me explain how you're not a virgin, and why this child is yours. Listen carefully."
Yuuta looked up at her with trembling eyes. "I-I'm listening…"
She folded her arms, dramatic as ever. "It happened a year ago. I was resting peacefully in my royal chamber. After my coronation party. I may have been… slightly intoxicated." She coughed, clearly trying to downplay it.
"And you appeared. Out of thin air. Like some awkward human raccoon."
"What?!"
"Yes. You were mumbling something like 'Best dream ever' and then—bam! You crawled into my bed, made dragon history for three straight hours, and passed out with a stupid grin."
Yuuta blinked.
His brain connected the dots in slow motion.
"…Wait. That was you? The girl from my dream? I thought I made you up after watching too much fantasy anime!"
Erza tossed her hair. "I am that girl. Except it wasn't a dream, you reality-challenged fool. After you disappeared, I laid two egg. My kingdom freaked out.
There were rumors. Scandals. Tabloids. I had to find the father. You."
Yuuta stared at her like he was watching a horror movie in 4K.
"So… so you came here to… bring me back?"
"I came here to collect my runaway husband," she said, voice low and royal. "I'm the Queen of the White Dragon Kingdom. I have a reputation to uphold."
Yuuta's soul was already halfway to heaven.
"W–wait… does this mean I…?"
His voice trembled before he could steady it. A cold, sick weight formed in his stomach.
"Did I… force myself on you? I… I thought it was only a dream. I never meant—"
Erza didn't speak at first.
She simply watched him, icy eyes unblinking, as if measuring the truth in his fear. The silence between them grew sharp—sharp enough to cut through his chest.
When she finally moved, it wasn't anger that crossed her expression.
It was disappointment… and something darker hidden beneath.
"I see," she murmured, her voice quiet but colder than any winter.
"So you truly have no understanding of what you've done."
Yuuta's throat tightened.
"I–I'm sorry. I didn't know. Tell me… what do you want me to do now?"
Her answer came without hesitation.
The air behind her shimmered. A sudden crack echoed through the room—
A chain of solid ice shot forward, coiling around Yuuta's neck.
The touch of it was brutal—biting, freezing, absolute.
His body stiffened. Every instinct screamed, but he couldn't move. He couldn't breathe right.
Erza stepped closer.
Her presence felt overwhelming, ancient, and merciless. A force that belonged to a world far beyond his own.
"You will come with me," she said.
"To my kingdom. There, your actions—and your existence—will be judged."
A cold pulse traveled through the chain, locking deeper into his skin.
Yuuta's heartbeat hammered painfully against his ribs.
"Please…" he whispered, barely holding his voice steady.
"I don't belong in your world. I don't even understand what I've done."
Her gaze softened for only a fraction of a second—almost human—before turning hard again.
"Understanding does not erase the consequences," she said quietly.
"And your fate is no longer in your hands."
The floor beneath them began to glow with a pale, ancient light.
And for the first time in Yuuta's life, he felt truly powerless.
Truly afraid.
To be continued…
Author's Note
Hello everyone, thank you for giving my novel a chance.
I want to share something honestly with you.
The story, the characters, and the plot are all completely mine—I created everything from my own imagination. However, since English is not my first language (actually, it's my fourth!), I sometimes use AI tools for small assistance in grammar or polishing sentences.
This doesn't change the heart of the story at all. Every emotion, every twist, every piece of worldbuilding comes from me. I simply use tools to make sure the reading experience is smoother and easier for you.
I hope you'll enjoy the journey, and thank you so much for supporting my work—it truly means a lot to me.