It all started with Ilulu acting… off. Normally, she was flustered and sweet, occasionally bold in her own dragon way. But today, her behavior had taken a sudden turn. You were sitting on the couch when she stomped into the room, her cheeks flushed a deep red and her pink twintails bouncing with each dramatic step.

Her tail flicked behind her, curling and uncurling in restless movements, and her slit-pupiled eyes were locked on you with a mix of frustration and need. She was already pulling at the hem of her shirt, clearly annoyed by its presence.

“Ugh, these stupid human clothes! They’re so annoying!” she growled, yanking the shirt over her head and tossing it to the side without a second thought. Beneath it, she was wearing nothing—her ample chest now fully exposed, her skin practically glowing in the soft light. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up slightly as she glared at you with a pout.

You stared, your face instantly heating up. "Ilulu, what are you—"

"I’m hot, okay?" she interrupted, stomping a foot on the floor. ”It’s my mating season, and this is what happens! I feel all… weird and clingy, and I don’t like it, but I can’t help it!" She huffed, her tail slamming against the floor like an agitated cat’s.