A few days later, in the morning, Alistair was brushing his teeth when Chiaki walked in wearing a nightgown.
"Alistair, Nagisa and Yukiko asked me to ask you if you have time after the Summer Festival. They want to be fucked silly by you again."
Chiaki held her phone, her eyes half-lidded as if she hadn't slept. Her gown slipped off one shoulder. Alistair looked in the mirror and saw her phone screen—she was on a group voice call.
"Chiaki! Even if it's true, don't be so blunt! Don't abuse your 'first girl' status!" Nagisa's flustered voice came from the phone. Yukiko was silent; she was only wild in bed, and being called out like this made her too embarrassed to speak.
"It's just us here. My dad's at work, my mom's out with friends. Why be formal? Besides, Alistair is right here. I use his cock whenever I want. Jealous?"
Chiaki's smug tone made Nagisa and Yukiko burn with envy. They hadn't seen Alistair in a while, and after experiencing him, no other man could satisfy them.
"Wait, Yukiko, don't you have a boyfriend? Why are you joining in?" Nagisa asked.
"Oh, well... uhm... heh heh..." Yukiko didn't know what to say. She used to like her boyfriend, but after Alistair "developed" her, she found her boyfriend repulsive. Now, he was just a "tool" to maintain her public image, a simp who didn't know she was being filled with another man's seed.
"Whatever, I don't understand you honor students," Nagisa muttered.
Alistair continued brushing his teeth, unfazed. Chiaki had been "night-raiding" him every night lately. Even when he played her until she couldn't walk, she kept coming back for more.
More importantly, Chiaki seemed to be a lucky charm for the talismans. Over the last few days, he had completed the set. He now had the full "Dragon Form." He didn't call it the "Shendu Form" because he had moved far beyond that entity.
With all the talismans collected, the Dragon Talisman was finally fully fused. His body had undergone a strange evolution. The talismans were no longer external tools; they were now his innate "talents." There was no longer a delay or a need to "channel" them. It was instant.
He could now transform into a full dragon. He realized his dragon form naturally radiated a "Dragon Aura," similar to Western Dragons from fantasy worlds.
His scales were a polished obsidian black. He didn't look monstrous; he looked majestic. Powerful.
Furthermore, he had absorbed all the "Lust" Chiaki had accumulated, pushing his progress to 70%. During one particularly intense session, he had accidentally shifted into his dragon form. Instead of being terrified, Chiaki had been thrilled. She'd begged him to fuck her in that form. He'd obliged, and the sheer size of his draconic cock—nearly ten centimeters in diameter—had sent her into a blissful unconsciousness.
"Hey, Alistair... can we do that again tonight?" Chiaki asked expectantly.
"Do what again?" Alistair hung up his towel.
"That thing! You know!" Chiaki winked.
"Be specific, Chiaki."
"That incredibly handsome beast form!" She blushed.
"No. Last time you passed out in less than thirty minutes. I was left hanging. You got your release, but I didn't. Not doing it." Alistair refused. Even though Chiaki's body was strengthened by his "fluids," she was still human. His draconic size was a bit much for a casual Tuesday night.
"Fine~" Chiaki pouted and walked away.
Wait, did she even wash her face? Alistair shook his head. Women were mysteries.
He decided not to go to school today. He had business to attend to. He was going to settle a score. Last time, three succubi had tried to "milk" him. He'd killed the loudest bitch, but a mother-daughter duo remained. He remembered taking the daughter's virginity. If she was willing to be exclusive, he'd keep her. And the mother... well, she came with her own "beverage" (milk). A mother-daughter "rice bowl" was the dream.