"Wake up, sleepy head!" I shout as I barge into the room uninvited. "Early worm gets the bird!"

I hear a squeak and we both freeze in place.

She was in the middle of changing, with barely anything to hide her bare body. We stare at each other for two horrifying seconds, gears turning in both our heads.

An opportunity is spotted, she's the first to act. She haphazardly covers her body with a flushed face. Clearly squishing and emphasizing her...unnatural advantage over me in this situation.

"W-what are you-" she stumbles over her words, a perfect hit. I can mitigate the damage, but I can't fully negate it.

"Why are you changing at 2AM?" I interrupt her, hoping to reset the situation into something more manageable.

"Why are you entering my room at 2AM!?" her gaze wanders somewhere else. She looks down at-

"Well, it's a good thing you're getting changed then because we're setting out early, come on!" I blurt out as I quickly close the door in a tactical retreat.

Okay, I admit it, I should have seen that one coming, but how was I supposed to know she was going to be changing this late into the night? Wait, no, she probably wasn't. It's more likely she saw me coming from afar and put herself in that situation in the first place. Or maybe I got really unlucky, and she was undressing at this particular moment for unknown reasons. No matter what the actual reason is, I completely and utterly lost to her here.

I just wanted to force her awake like an annoying little brother that jumps on your bed, y'know? But instead I was put in a situation where I was the invader, which means she had perfect plausible deniability, she gets to be sexy without necessarily acting like she's flirty or committing to any specific personality. Being embarrassed when someone enters your room while you're half naked is normal for most people, after all.

Also, she saw my...physical reaction to her, which is the worst part of that whole encounter. Believe it or not, I am still, in fact, capable of feeling sexual attraction or pleasure. It's the same reason why I can find joy in eating good food or feel pain from being hurt, my body is still human. Although what I'm sexually attracted to is inconsistent between bodies. Sometimes I'm not attracted to anyone at all, and sometimes I'm more into boys or girls. Which is weird as my body is mostly a blank slate, but it still has some innate properties. Point is, while I am not cripplingly horny, it does mean I'm not completely immune to her shenanigans, In this body, anyway.

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After a few minutes, she gets out of her room. She refuses to look me in the eyes and has a noticeably forced smile plastered on her face. She's actually clothed in what I'd expect from an adventurer, thick leather gloves and boots, a jacket with a dozen pockets and cargo pants.

I didn't really change my clothing, which, if you're wondering, are just jeans and a shirt, it's always the same thing. I guess I should be thankful I'm rarely well-endowed as a girl because I never spawn with a bra either. At least my clothes are never too tight or too large for me. It's still not adventuring gear, though.

Shaking my fashion related thoughts away, I announce to my companion our grand quest.

"You see, we're going to the golden mountain to kill a dragon!" I strike a dramatic pose, or a cute one, I always get those mixed up.

I can see a worried look from her, she raises her hand as if she's a student asking a teacher for permission to speak. I give her the go ahead with a thumbs up.

"I haven't heard of any new dragons in the golden mountain, you mean a dragonling right? Or was it a secret one that just reached their fifties?"

"Nope, not a new one! We're killing a ten thousand year dragon. The uh..." I snap my finger as I try to remember the name I saw on the dusty quest board.

"Ratundest the Looming Shadow?" her face darkens for a split second.

"Yup! We're killing that one! Massive payout if we do too."

There's a crack in her posture, as if there was one puppet string in charge of moving her shoulder, and it suddenly snapped.

"Right! Well, that's...dangerous, for sure? I'm starting to understand why no one wanted to accompany you, but..." she quickly regains her composure. "I'm sure if you're that confident about it, you must know what you're doing right?"

I don't.

I've made some quick research on this universe's database, extremely well optimized by the way. If I ever meet the god that devised this, I'll give them my personal thanks because everything in this system runs like butter. Anyway, what I found is that dragons here are basically demigods, sort of. It's more accurate to say they are potential gods, but they need to live for a hundred thousand years to ascend.

So basically, I'm asking this poor succubus to go on a quest to kill what is roughly 10% of a god. If you want to be technical, it's a pseudo god, but I don't think anyone actually cares about the specifics. It's a really strong dragon is all that matters, and is there a more heroic quest than killing a big dragon? She's clearly unsettled by this, but decides to go along with it anyway and propose preparing supplies before we go.

After a little bit of shopping to prepare for the voyage, paid by her hand of course, we plan our journey to the golden mountain, which should take around 2 months of walking. No matter how generic this world might be, I'm still very unfamiliar with it. So she ends up doing most of the planning as to how we'll get to our destination, where we'll stop to restock, what places to avoid, that type of thing.

As we step out of the city, a part of me gets a little excited, how long has it been since I've had such a normal adventure? I hum a song that I learned from [MEMORY BLOCKED] as I jump around and spin in joy. She claps to my own, horribly off tune song, and all I can think of is how fun of a world this is going to be.