It all happened just a few days ago, when Maruti was still residing within the Academy, in her personal room. Every night, I would stalk her—no, watch over her—just to ensure she reached her bed safely. Driven by concern, I would use stealth, hiding behind the ceiling, where I had created a secret space large enough for a person to sit comfortably. From there, I could observe her without her knowledge.
I had discovered that Maruti couldn't sense my presence, and she could barely sense Alice's either. She would act as if she knew we were there, letting us overthink and reveal ourselves voluntarily. I had long since stopped falling for that trick.
As expected, when Maruti entered her room that night, she tensed up and acted as if she sensed someone watching her.
"I know you're there. Come out!" she commanded in a serious voice.
But I remained still, knowing her routine. After a few seconds, she let out a sigh of relief and quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a bra, her usual sleepwear since she started wearing a bra to bed instead of a loose white t-shirt. I was pleased by this change, as it allowed me to admire more of her exposed skin and her voluptuous breasts.
Maruti is a fast sleeper; it takes her only eight to ten seconds to fall asleep and about forty seconds to reach deep sleep. I don't know how she does it—I can't fall asleep that quickly even if I try.
After waiting for a minute to ensure she was asleep, I slowly descended from the ceiling and lay down beside her on the bed, mimicking a couple resting together. Her face was turned towards the ceiling, her eyes shut, while I faced her, one of my legs resting on hers. My fingers gently caressed her face, tracing her features with a mix of tenderness and longing.
The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of the sheets as I moved closer to her. I could feel the warmth of her body, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply in her sleep.
My heart raced as I took in the sight of her, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I wanted to lean in and kiss her, to feel her lips against mine, but I held back, content to just be close to her, to feel her presence.
I let my fingers trail down her cheek, her neck, and then back up again, committing every inch of her to memory. I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a feeling of rightness, as if this was where I was meant to be.
"You know, Maruti? I've always wondered why I have so much power. What am I supposed to do with it? It feels like such a waste," I whispered slowly into her ear, my voice barely audible. I let my fingers trace the contours of her face, feeling the softness of her skin.
Then, I poked her cheek gently, a soft chuckle escaping my lips. "But now, I'm grateful for this power. No, I want even more. The difference in our power levels gives me the ability to do this," I murmured, my hand caressing her face with a mix of tenderness and dominance.
I let my touch wander, sliding down to her abdomen, feeling the contrast between the tough exterior and the soft, yielding skin beneath. I spread my fingers in a 'V' shape near her navel, savoring the sensation. Then, I gently squeezed her thigh, feeling the firm muscle beneath her smooth skin.
"I'm right here beside you, able to touch you everywhere, and you don't even know it. It's all thanks to you. Now I know what my powers are for," I whispered, my voice filled with a sense of purpose and longing.
My hand trembled slightly as it inched closer to her chest. "I've never done this while you were asleep. Just one squeeze, I promise. That's all," I said, my breath growing heavier, my cheeks flushing with anticipation. I could feel the drool forming at the corner of my mouth as I leaned in, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves.
But just as I was about to touch her, Maruti shifted in her sleep, turning to face me. Panicked, I instinctively retreated, pulling myself back up to the ceiling to hide. I peeked down at her, relieved to see she was still asleep.
"I almost got caught," I whispered to myself, letting out a sigh of relief. I clenched my fist, determination surging through me. "That's why I need even more power."
Deciding to just watch her sleep for a while, I told myself, "Just five more minutes, and then I'll go back." I lost myself in her peaceful expression, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.
Before I knew it, sunlight was streaming into the room. I had been so engrossed in watching her that I hadn't noticed the passage of time. A sudden, sharp headache pierced my skull, pulling me out of my daze.
"It's morning already?" I muttered, rubbing my temples as I made my way back to my room, the headache throbbing with each step. I collapsed onto my bed, the pain pulsating behind my eyes. Despite the discomfort, I managed to fall asleep, my body exhausted from the night's events.
When I woke up, it was late in the day, and my headache was still there, a constant, pounding presence. "Why won't this headache go away?" I gritted my teeth, frustrated and in pain.
As I looked back at my bed, I noticed something unusual—strands of silver hair scattered across the pillow. My own hair.
"Hair fall?" I wondered, a sense of unease washing over me.
I decided not to dwell on the hair loss and headache, attributing them to the unusual events of the past few days. I went to wash my face, and as I looked in the mirror, I noticed something peculiar—my eyes seemed slightly red. "Must be from the headache," I told myself, not wanting to overthink it.
The next day, the headache persisted despite my attempts to heal it. More silver strands fell from my head, and my eyes grew even redder. Then, I started hearing voices—no, thoughts. I could read people's minds as clearly as if they were speaking aloud. It was overwhelming, a constant stream of noise that I couldn't escape but thankfully soon I could use it as my will.
I realized then that the headache might be a sign of my mother's powers awakening within me, the ability to hear thoughts. It was a surreal and unsettling experience, one that left me feeling both powerful and vulnerable.
Later that day, I was supposed to go on a date with Maruti, but the headache and lack of sleep caught up with me, and I woke up late. I decided to skip classes again, feeling too exhausted to face the day. When I looked at my pillow, I saw no new strands of hair, and I let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, it stopped. I thought I was going bald!" I joked, running my hands through my now a little bit bigger than shoulder-length hair, a stark contrast to its previous waist-length.
I met up with Maruti and Alice later, separating them as I usually did. Maruti noticed a difference in me, her eyes lingering on my reddened eyes. "What's wrong with your eyes?" she asked, concern etched on her face. I told her it was due to the constant headache, and thankfully, she didn't press further about my shortened hair.
Our date was intense, It was wild. Messy. Intense.We lost control. My body gave in completely, and for a moment, I forgot the headaches, the stress, and everything else. It was… pleasure in its purest, rawest form.
But after a short I saw maruti wasn't there, So I too returned to my dorm room in the academy, I felt a sense of unease, a feeling that something significant had shifted within me.
I slept peacefully for the first time in last few days, the events of the night with Maruti and Alice leaving me sated and exhausted. But when I woke up, I felt different. My skin was hypersensitive, every touch sending shivers down my spine. I felt an urge to scratch, to relieve the ticklish sensation, but I held back, curious about this new development.
As I sat up, I noticed a heaviness in my chest. "Did my breasts grow larger?" I wondered, looking down at my body. I swung my legs out of bed, still half-asleep, and made my way to the mirror to wash my face.
But as I looked at my reflection, I took a step back, startled. The person staring back at me was familiar, yet different. I leaned in closer, touching below my eyes, feeling the softness of my skin. "Why are my pupils red?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
My pupils still looked like a dragon's—thin and sharp—but now they were completely red instead of silver. As I leaned closer to the mirror, I noticed something even worse.
"…My horns…"
They were black now. Not straight like before—but curled, twisted backward like a goat's horns.
I gasped, panic rising in my chest.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh… What's happening?!" I almost screamed. My breathing got faster. I panicked and quickly tried to hide the horns, focusing all my energy on making them disappear inside my body like before.
But nothing happened.
"Why isn't it going inside…?" I clenched my jaw and tensed my body. Still nothing.
And then, I felt something else.
A soft grip—tight but warm—around my waist.
Startled, I turned quickly, ready to attack. My heart was pounding.
"An enemy?! A sneak attack?!"
But… there was no one behind me.
That's when I saw it.
A black tail. Smooth and shiny. It curled around my waist like a snake. The tip was shaped like a heart—sharp and dangerous.
I froze.
"…Is this… mine?"
I slowly poked it, hesitating. It didn't vanish. I could *feel* it, just like my hands or legs. I moved it slightly to test. It responded instantly. I swung it around.
Then something terrifying happened.
The tail casually brushed against a nearby cosmetic jar made of thick glass and iron—and *pierced* it like it was paper. The sharp heart-shaped tip sliced it clean in half.
I stepped back, eyes wide.
"So… sharp…" I whispered and called the tail closer. It came easily like an obedient limb.
I gently touched the edge of it.
"Nnhhn~!"
A sudden loud moan escaped my lips, completely out of my control. I stumbled backward, my body heating up all at once. My skin felt hot, sensitive, and my legs shook.
Waves of desire rushed through me, heavy and unstoppable.
But then—
It disappeared. Like a switch had been turned off.
The horniness was gone, replaced by a cold, heavy feeling in my chest.
I dropped to my knees.
"…No… no… no…"
Tears welled up in my eyes.
"A fallen dragon? Did I really become a fallen dragon…?"
My hands trembled as I touched my horns again.
I didn't need anyone to explain it to me. I was a dragon—I knew exactly what this meant.
Banishment. Disgrace. Isolation.
"…Should I talk to Mother?" I thought for a moment.
But then I shook my head violently.
"No! She'll ask too many questions. What am I even supposed to say? 'Oh hey, I just randomly turned into a fallen dragon after sleeping constantly a tomboy girl'? Yeah, right."
But even worse than all that… there was one more thing that terrified me.
"How am I supposed to face Maruti now…?"
Just thinking about her made my body shiver again.
My breathing grew heavier. My tail tightened around my waist again.
I hugged my head, trying to block out the thoughts.
"No! Don't think of her… Don't think of her…!"
But her smile… her scent… her soft voice echoed in my head.
It was torture.
After a few deep breaths, I finally stood up. My legs were still shaking.
I looked down… and froze again.
Sticky liquid was dripping down between my legs, slowly and constantly. My face burned with embarrassment, and I bit my lip.
"…The second awakening isn't over yet," I whispered.
"If it was, I probably would've already gone to Maruti's room, forced myself on her, and maybe even kidnapped her just to keep her all to myself…"
I let out a dry laugh. It wasn't funny. But somehow, that messed-up thought calmed me down.
"…No. I need to hold on."
Even if it hurt, even if it drove me crazy—I had to hold on.
Not for honor.
Not for pride.
But because I didn't want to lose Maruti.
At that moment, something became clear to me.
Even in the middle of a second awakening—even with my body going wild and my mind under pressure—I was still thinking straight. I was still making decisions.
"…Maybe it's because I'm a Silver Dragon, Not a normal one?."
That thought gave me hope. Maybe I could control this. Maybe I could endure it.
I made up my mind.
I wouldn't let anyone see me like this. I stayed in my room all day, shutting myself in completely. And when I had to go out, I only stepped outside during late night hours, when the academy was asleep.
That's when I sneaked into the library and stole every book I could find about transformation and awakening.
For days, I searched through them.
I read until my eyes hurt. My head spun. My tail twitched from frustration.
And after all that—
"There's no way to undo the awakening," I sighed, closing the last book.
"Well… of course. If something like that existed, it wouldn't be lying around in some student library."
I leaned back, exhausted, heart heavy.
I hadn't slept in days.
My body felt weak, my mind was foggy, and my eyes had deep, dark circles under them. Every time I looked in the mirror, I looked more like a zombie. But at least there was one good thing.
I had finally learned a lot of transformation spells.
Even though I still couldn't make my horns go back inside, I learned how to change their shape. I made them look smaller—more like a normal dragon's horns—and not like the scary, curled ones of a fallen. My tail was harder to deal with, though. I had to wrap it behind my back tightly and use ropes to hold it in place under my clothes. It was uncomfortable… but necessary.
Still, no matter how good my disguise looked to others, I knew it wasn't perfect.
"If Mother sees me like this… she'll definetly notice everything," I thought with a heavy heart.
She'd see right through my illusion. She always did. I didn't want to explain anything to her… so I decided to avoid her completely.
That day, for the first time since this all started… I fully decided to go outside.
Not to see friends.
Not to attend class.
But to find a solution for the biggest problem I was facing right now—
my uncontrollable hornyness.
I had heard about certain underground places where Awakeneds like me would go… places full of magical items, rare potions, and even forbidden stuff.
So, I prepared myself.
I used my transformation spells to change my hair to blue, made my horns look small and cute, and put on a mask to hide my face. I wore a long robe that covered my body and kept my tail tied tightly beneath it.
And most important of all…
I resisted the urge to visit Maruti.
I clenched my fists, bit my lip, and walked away.
I arrived at the black market.
It was dark and hidden, full of shady-looking people. But it wasn't all bad. The place was useful—people came here to trade magical items, find rare information, or get ingredients you couldn't find anywhere else. Even many legal Awakeneds were here, walking around without shame.
I made my way quickly to a pharmacist's store—a small shop with glass bottles and herbs everywhere. The shopkeeper, a short, smiling man, looked up as I entered.
"Welcome, welcome, mistress!" he said cheerfully. "Tell me your illness, and I'll give you the perfect medicine!"
I paused.
This was embarrassing.
But I took a breath and said it.
"It's a… s-sexual problem."
His eyes widened just a little. Then he nodded like it was nothing special.
"Oh! For your husband, yes? No problem! I have something that'll make him go wild like a stallion!" He turned to grab a bottle.
"N-no!" I stopped him quickly. "You've got it all wrong."
I kept my voice cold and emotionless, trying to hide my shame.
"I don't want to increase it. I want to stop it. Or at least control it."
He gave me a weird look. I couldn't blame him. How often does someone come asking for something to reduce lust instead of boost it?
Still, he didn't argue.
"I have it," he said slowly. "How much do you need?"
"One bucket," I said without hesitation.
"What?" he shouted.
"I don't have time to waste. Can you give it or not?" I said firmly, my voice filled with authority.
He blinked, then nodded nervously.
"Okay, okay. You'll have to wait a bit and pay in advance—three gold coins."
I handed over the coins. He vanished into the backroom.
Half an hour later, he returned, breathing heavily, holding a big wooden bucket filled with powder and strange-looking capsules.
I didn't even wait.
I returned to my dorm room immediately, locked the door, and dropped everything.
I sat on the floor and began eating the medicine—as much as I could, stuffing it in like a starving beast. I didn't care about the taste. I didn't care about anything.
All I wanted was relief.
Every second, the heat inside my body kept growing. It was getting harder and harder to hold back the wild urges.
After eating half the bucket, I finally felt a bit of calm. A little breath of cool air in a burning room.
But it didn't last long.
I lay down on my bed, limbs spread out, breathing heavily. Sweat was dripping down my forehead.
"…It's not that effective," I whispered.
"This quantity of medicine could make a thousand men go soft, and yet it only gives me a little relief…"
I closed my eyes and sighed.
"…At least it helps a bit."
My body was still hot, but it wasn't unbearable now. Maybe I could endure this…I lay down on bed my all limbs streched in relaxed manner.
Knock knock knock.
My eyes snapped open.
Three knocks.
And then—
A voice that made my heart stop.
"Hey! It's me, Maruti!"
My breath caught in my throat.
"No."
"Not now."
"Please… not now."
I stared at the door, frozen.
A thousand thoughts ran through my head.
And none of them were safe.
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