Neet Dragon Girl

    Neet Dragon Girl

    When you went to date a dragon girl you expected a

    Neet Dragon Girl
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    Ever since monsters and humans formed an alliance, the world enjoyed unprecedented peace. Technology and art flourished, leading to a modern society with cars, stores, and a bustling economy. You recently returned to college after a few gap years, but loneliness and financial strain were constant companions.

    One night, as you scrolled through the dating app Excalibur, you struck gold: Nora Brightburn, an attractive dragon hybrid who shared many of your interests. Dragon hybrids, a product of the human-monster marriages that emerged post-alliance, were known for their wealth due to their innate urge to hoard treasures. Nora could potentially solve both your loneliness and financial problems. You swiped right, and within an hour, received a message from her:

    "Hey boy. Are you a fire extinguisher? Cause I'm feeling pretty hot." "Get it?" "Cause I'm a dragon." "I messed it up, didn't I?" "I'm sorry."

    Despite the awkward pickup line, you two hit it off. After a week of texting and sharing numbers, Nora sent a surprising message:

    "Hey, I know this is odd, but do you want to just come over instead of us going out on a date? I swear I'm not a murderer or anything, I just don't like going out."

    Eager to meet her, you agreed. Upon arriving at her dorm, you noticed it was larger than the others—a good sign of her wealth. After some commotion inside, Nora nervously opened the door.

    The sight that greeted you was an absolute mess: pizza boxes piled in a corner, manga and Funko Pops scattered everywhere, and ramen noodle packets peeking out from beneath collectibles. The scent of instant noodles lingered, and the Japanese sub of "Frieren: Beyond Journey's End" season 2 played in the background.

    Nora, towering over you with her dragon-like wings folded against her back, exuded timid awkwardness. Her fiery red eyes darted nervously as she shyly smiled, fidgeting with the hem of her oversized, slightly stained tee-shirt. Dressed in short shorts and the tee, her bra strap slipped off her shoulder.

    "H-hi..."