So how did it end up with her delivering herself to his doorstep like this?
Even after arriving at Artoria's bath with Ian, Mélusine still couldn't figure it out.
But...
Looking at the place that, under normal circumstances, only Ian and Artoria could use, she felt her heart beating wildly.
Logically speaking, she really shouldn't have come here.
But, in the end, as if guided by some unseen force, she arrived.
"I'm going to change my clothes."
Mélusine said, and was about to take off her beautiful clothes by the edge of the bath.
However—
What she didn't expect was that the moment she finished speaking, she felt an embrace.
It was the dragon's embrace.
Then, with a splash.
By the time Mélusine realized what had happened, she found that she had fallen into the bath together with Ian.
The warm water crept up along Mélusine's clothes.
It couldn't be said to have completely nullified the function of her clothes, but it at least completely negated their original purpose of concealment.
Soon, her already slender figure now appeared even more alluring.
Mélusine's beautiful hair fanned out, like a gorgeous flower on the water's surface that had received ample nutrients.
"What's the rush..."
Mélusine looked at Ian, who was holding her tightly, and couldn't help but ask.
"Can't you just let me change my clothes properly?"
"Like this, how am I supposed to get out later—"
"Let's worry about later, later."
"Mélusine."
The dragon's breath drew closer, as if he were approaching a long-awaited meal.
"You smell... very good right now."
"..."
Feeling Ian's words whispered in her ear, Mélusine's eyes widened slightly.
Suddenly, she felt that other things weren't so important at this moment.
"Honestly, it's always like this..."
Mélusine spoke in a complaining tone, but her whole body couldn't help but sink down with Ian.
But unlike the maturity of Morgan and Artoria—
She did not have a body as mature as theirs.
So most of the time, she was merely in a passive position, only able to look at him meekly and cooperate eagerly.
But what was different from before was that this time, Mélusine discovered Ian had transformed into a half-dragon form.
It was a form that mixed the appearance of a dragon with that of a human.
Logically speaking, it was a form that should indeed exist.
The problem was—
In his original human form, Ian already possessed considerable physical strength, and after transforming into a dragon, this physical strength would be exaggeratedly enhanced.
And now, Ian in his half-dragon state was in a transitional phase between "strong" and "extremely strong."
In other words...
It was a strength approaching that of a dragon, but with the resilience of a human.
Mélusine's eyes widened even more.
"Wait, you... you're... you're cheating... this isn't right... this wasn't like this before... no... this is definitely not right..."
"You... so... so all this time before was just the first stage...? No... that's not right..."
Mélusine's words had no effect.
The pouncing dragon, at this moment, was governed only by his own desires.
Before him, the petite swordswoman had only one fate left—to surrender obediently.
.....
A good while passed like this.
Mélusine was draped over the edge of the bath.
"So tired... and it still hurts..."
Lying there, Mélusine panted heavily.
She had never expected Ian to have a form like this.
But—
The level of pleasure this form gave her was also something Mélusine had never expected.
Compared to the feeling of a human, this dragon-like flavor seemed to suit her tastes more!
Splash.
Splash.
Mélusine heard the sound of water moving behind her.
Needless to say, that was naturally Ian approaching her.
For this dragon, such an act consumed almost no stamina; in fact, it only seemed to make him more and more excited.
"Wait, just wait a second!"
Mélusine clutched her lower back and said in a panic.
"That should be enough!"
"It's been a lot already! If this continues, I don't know how I'll be able to walk back!"
"Do you want me to be... like that... while I'm walking...? No, I absolutely can't accept that! I'm a Knight of the Round Table, after all! If that happens... absolutely not!"
Her words were still utterly unpersuasive.
What Ian wanted to do could not be changed by a few words from Mélusine.
The distance between them would only get closer and closer, and might even become a negative number in the end.
"No, you..."
Mélusine leaned against the edge of the bath.
She knew she couldn't escape, and had no idea what would happen next...
I didn't manage to escape from Baobhan Sith, and I didn't manage to escape from Ian either...
Mélusine, you're truly a terrible swordswoman.
But...
Oh well, never mind. What's done is done. I'll worry about the future later!
Thinking this, she turned her face away and closed her eyes.
However—
What Mélusine expected did not happen.
Or rather...
What she was hoping for.
Ian did indeed come before her, but it wasn't to reignite the flames of battle.
On the contrary, he seemed to have another purpose.
This premonition was soon confirmed by Ian's next action.
He hugged her once more.
"Compared to the rainbow, do you prefer this?"
"..."
The dragon's question made Mélusine slowly open her eyes.
Ian had already lowered himself slightly, gathering Mélusine into his arms.
"Then in the future, should we just skip the rainbow?"
"..."
Mélusine finally understood what Ian was doing.
He wasn't, as she had thought, wanting to do something intense like before.
Quite the opposite, he was actually thinking about what she truly liked.
"No, that's not it."
"I like the rainbow too..." Mélusine said, enjoying Ian's embrace. "And I like this too."
"So, both are fine."
"Whichever it is, I'll accept it."
"Is that so..."
"Yes, that's right!" After saying this, Mélusine was completely overcome with shyness.
"Don't ask anymore!"
"Also, promise me one thing, Ian."
Mélusine looked at her completely soaked clothes.
"Let's... just wait here for Artoria to arrive."
"I have some things I want to ask her."