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ASFUCITWON Chapter 188: Yamata-no-Orochi A Woman?
🕑 Added 2025-04-14 14:31:49 +0000 UTCThe woman's body appeared tall and slender, proportional, beautiful in a dangerous way.
Where the woman was not wearing clothes, her body was not completely naked—shimmering blackish-blue scales covered parts of her body.
They covered her chest, hips, and parts of her arms and thighs like armor woven from night and darkness.
The scales followed the curves of her body, like a living painting, like dragon skin merging with human skin.
The woman's hands and feet looked far from normal—their shapes were alien, not resembling typical human hands and feet.
Her fingers elongated, ending in sharp black claws, beautiful yet threatening.
From the woman's back extended a pair of membranous wings, blackish-blue with faint silver lines that shimmered as they moved.
A long tail swayed slowly behind her body, graceful yet deadly, like a dragon's whip.
The woman's steps halted right in front of Reiji.
Her face tilted slightly down, a thin grin appeared, her lips curved in an unmistakable arrogance.
An invisible wind blew lightly, making strands of her hair dance gently in the quiet white air.
"Is that enough proof?" asked Yamata-no-Orochi.
Yamata-no-Orochi's voice was low, smooth, yet deep and almost resonant.
The tone of a woman who knows she is beautiful... and dangerous.
Reiji was instantly frozen.
His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, words stuck on his tongue.
"... Huh...?" Reiji finally murmured, softly, as if his brain was trying to catch up with what he had just seen.
"No other comments, human?" Yamata-no-Orochi took a step closer, her clawed foot touching the white surface with a soft yet loud tap.
Reiji swallowed hard. "You... that's your human form...?"
"Yes! This is my human form, I told you, right? I am a woman!" Yamata-no-Orochi grinned widely, her lips curving like a crescent moon.
Yamata-no-Orochi's black eyes stared sharply at Reiji—full of hunger and playfulness—like a cat enjoying the fear of a trembling mouse in the corner, looking for a way to escape.
Reiji turned his face away, rubbing his temples while muttering, "... Damn... This... is... Quite... Shocking..."
"Not used to seeing beautiful women?" Yamata-no-Orochi teased with a playful, piercing tone.
Yamata-no-Orochi's wings appeared to quiver gently, creating a breeze that caressed Reiji's hair.
"That's not the issue!" Reiji quickly retorted, his ears slightly reddening.
"Oh? So what is the issue...?" Yamata-no-Orochi whispered softly, her steps moving closer, her shadow looming over Reiji.
The tip of Yamata-no-Orochi's tail swayed slowly, like an animal assessing a new toy.
"THE ISSUE IS YOU ARE YAMATA-NO-OROCHI!!!" Reiji finally shouted, stepping back one pace, his expression a mix of anger, confusion, and astonishment.
Yamata-no-Orochi then let out a small laugh.
Her laughter sounded clear, elegant, yet frightening in a mystical way.
"Why if I am Yamata-no-Orochi?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her black eyes narrowing a bit, as if trying to read Reiji's reaction.
Yamata-no-Orochi's tone sounded light, but beneath it flowed an energy that made Reiji's hair stand on end.
Reiji stared at the woman intently, then took a deep breath.
His shoulders rose and fell, then...
"...Do you need to ask?" Reiji shot back with an annoyed expression, his finger pointing quickly at her.
"From what I know, Yamata-no-Orochi is—you know—a male dragon, an ancient monster that devoured villages and made the gods panic, not... a female dragon... like this!" Reiji pointed again, more aggressively, his eyes slightly bulging.
The woman's eyes—or Yamata-no-Orochi's—blinked slowly.
"And also," Reiji continued, his voice rising a notch.
"Why are you not wearing clothes, damn it?! Don't you know about the culture of shame?!"
Yamata-no-Orochi narrowed her eyes slightly, then clicked her tongue.
