The dragon's harem

Mira stared at Aradʼs neck as he looked away, ”Whatʼs up with the veins in your neck? And now that I looked closer, your shoulders are wider.” She jumped toward him, touching his shoulder.

”Come on! No touching,” Arad lifted his arm, and Aella caught Mira by the head.

”Care to tell me why you have four traps? And why is there one extending from your upper chest?” Mira caressed his shoulder.

Arad looked at Aella, wishing she could help him. ^I bet those are my wing muscles,^

Aella smiled, ”I told you,”

Mira stared into Aradʼs eyes, ”You are a draconic bloodline sorcerer. Does this mean youʼre going to develop wings?”

Arad thought to himself, ^She knows Iʼm a sorcerer. It would probably be best if she know I already have the half-dragon form. Yeah, it would be helpful if I could fly in public,^

Arad extended his wings, trying to get into his half-dragon. Only to realize he made a mistake at the last moment. BAM! His shirt exploded as his jet-black wings expanded beneath it, spanning over an eight meters wingspan.

Mira stared at him with a blank expression. Arad didnʼt have a six-pack. He had a twelve-pack as the muscles extend to his back and grasped into the muscles of his wings.

The muscles of his arms looked even stranger, twisting and twirling around his forearms to increase the power of his claw grip, and the muscles of his chest looked as if they were sculpted from jagged stones.

A dragon might look like a human from the outside, but even in the human or half-dragon form, their inside is that of a dragon. Otherwise, how could they exert their draconic might?

”Heh!” Mira giggled, looking at Aella, then fainted, causing the two to panic.