Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 20: Little Hungry Dragon, Catch It!
Valentina woke up to a scent, but was enraged by the strange noise.

"Hey! What were you doing?"

"Tease the dog... er, no, listen to my explanation."

???

Valentina gritted her teeth and stared at the white-haired boy who was so close to her.

"What did you say!!?"

This damn guy.

Please explain it to me clearly!
Otherwise I will tear you to pieces!

Herbert blinked and coughed lightly: "Ahem, I'm trying the food trap method... Oh, no, I'm waking you up kindly."

After saying that, he gave Miss Dragon, who had a dangerous expression, a bright and cheerful smile.

"Good morning, Missy!"

At this moment, Valentina looked at this handsome but extremely annoying expression and felt as if the blood vessels in her head had burst.

Snapped.

"Good morning...you ghost!"

"Herbert!"

Miss Dragon's roar was earth-shaking, echoing throughout the entire cell, shaking Herbert's internal organs even as he was standing nearby.

I almost got internal injuries.

"Ahem, just a joke, calm down and don't get too excited."

Herbert rubbed his painful eardrum and said helplessly, "Well, I'll apologize to you right now."

After saying that, he casually threw the roasted chicken leg in his hand into the cage.

leave--

The carefully roasted chicken leg drew a perfect arc in the air, spinning as it flew.

!

Valentina, who was still roaring in the last second, reacted very quickly, jumped up directly, and bit the chicken leg in one bite.

Click!

All I can say is that although she is in human form now, the movements engraved in her bones are still those of a dragon. She doesn't use her hands to grab but directly opens her mouth to bite.

“Hmm!!?”

And when she had already bitten it, she realized from Herbert's playful gaze that something was wrong with her action, and turned to glare at him.

What the fuck are you!!!
She wanted to say something, but didn't want to give up the chicken leg in her mouth, so she mumbled incoherently: "Mmmmm, you, mmmmmm--" (What are you looking at!)
After finally biting the chicken leg in her mouth into pieces and swallowing it, Herbert seized the opportunity to stuff a new one directly into her mouth.

"Here, here you go."

"Well!?"

Herbert pushed the chicken leg hard and advised earnestly: "Be good! Don't talk while eating."

“You!? Ugh—Crack!”

Chew chew chew.

Valentina was furious.

But the chicken legs were so delicious.

Chew chew chew.

Valentina knew that it was wrong to compromise so easily, and it was a loss of dignity as a dragon.

But it’s really not her fault, her mouth has its own ideas.

Chew chew chew.

So Valentina could only try to speak again and again, and then be gagged again and again.

Anger and appetite are constantly fighting...and appetite wins every time.

Chew chew chew chew chew chew--

Herbert felt relieved after successfully delivering the fourth chicken leg, knowing that he had successfully passed this level.

Little hungry dragon, catch it!
Then, his smile became even gentler, and he kept saying as he fed the fish:

"Be good, don't talk."

"Yes, lift it up a bit so it doesn't stick to your hair."

"Swallow it first. Don't worry. There will be more later."

"Ah! Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you."...

When the last chicken leg was handed over, Valentina did not take it with her mouth, but reached out to take it.

"Oh?"

She stared at Herbert for a long moment with her mouth full, then rolled her eyes noticeably and snorted softly.

"Humph!"

Then, she turned around, holding the chicken leg, and sat down with her back against the railing, mumbling incoherently: "...Hmm."

Herbert: “Hmm?”

What are you doing?

Can you speak human language...oh.

As Valentina leaned her head back, Herbert realized that she was asking him to cut her hair.

Just like we agreed yesterday.

"So, let me do it myself, huh..." Herbert blinked, feeling that his relationship with Miss Dragon seemed to have become a little closer.

Let’s be honest.

In the eyes of others, Valentina is a dangerous dragon and a monster that needs to be highly vigilant.

But in Herbert's eyes, she was a completely different person.

This guy, although he has a bit of a bad temper and is a bit more gluttonous, seems a bit dangerous.

But other than that, it doesn't feel bad.

Very obedient and easy to coax.

Anger comes quickly and goes away quickly.

I will remember a grudge overnight, but I can also quickly put it behind me.

Honestly...it's pretty cute.

In addition, although she looks a little sloppy now, she actually has a very healthy and well-proportioned figure. Her facial features are also very delicate, and she can even be described as heroic.

Herbert got up and went back to the warden's room, cleaned his hands, and then took the prepared tools.

He simply moved a stool and sat outside the railing, rolled up his sleeves, and tentatively poked his fiery red hair with his fingertips.

After making sure there was no resistance, he thrust both hands into the cell, stroking her hair with one hand and gently combing it with the other.

"Valentina."

"…Hmm?" (What?)
Herbert's voice was soft, without any hint of laughter from before, and he asked softly, "Has anyone ever cut your hair before?"

"..." Valentina, who had her back to him, moved her lips. She didn't speak for a while. After a while, she said lightly: "No."

"there has never been?"

"there has never been."

As if she remembered something, her expression changed, her eyes became a little sinister, and her voice became more hostile: "Why are you asking this?"

But Herbert didn't change anything because of her tone. He chuckled and said, "Nothing. I just feel that I'm quite lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Yeah, lucky."

After Herbert combed the flaming waist-length hair, he gently twisted the ends of the hair with his fingertips with some emotion.

It looks rough and messy, but it becomes soft and smooth with a light comb without much effort. I wonder how many people will envy such long hair.

So, without any show, he said with a sincere emotion: "Ms. Valentina, I am honored to be the first person to help you with your hair."

“Hmm!!?”

Valentina's expression changed again and again after hearing this. For some reason, she suddenly had an urge in her heart not to let him touch her hair again.

I feel itchy inside, what's going on?

But in the end, she forced herself to suppress the weirdness in her heart, and persisted, instead of running away in embarrassment.

She moved her lips, and finally snorted in a somewhat coquettish tone: "... Humph, you are right, this is your honor!"

Herbert answered her with a speechless groan.

"Well... Miss, tsundere has long been out of favor, so why don't you be more frank?"

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What environment?
(End of this chapter)