I Became the Love Doll of a Crazy Dragon With Multiple Personalities

Brightly shining stones illuminated the dull hallway, which was a bit rough to call a stone building, but showed signs of processing to be a cave wall.

The reason why I am in this gloomy place, which at first glance could easily be called a dungeon, becomes complicated.

To briefly summarize, this is a ‘Dragon Lair’ that is much more dangerous than most dungeons.

“Ah… you were here.”

All I know is that the owner of this place is a silver-haired beauty who approaches me, rubbing her red eyes that shine like rubies, as if she was looking for me.

“Heeing… Come quickly. I’m tired…”

The skin peeking through the translucent white negligee was visually stimulating enough, but there was something else that really caught the eye.

Two white horns rising above my head poke my collarbone. It was the result of her being held in my arms.

“Okay. Let’s go to sleep quickly, Arzen.”

Arjen. It was one of the nicknames of the crazy dragon that everyone around here revered.

“Eujin, hug me.”

I quickly picked up Arjen and carried her to the bedroom in a princess-like hug.

As a living sacrifice, I have two main duties at Rare. One was an ordinary chore that anyone could do.

“Hehe… sleep well….”

The other is the living dakimakura of Arjen, the owner of this rare. It was a so-called attachment doll.