[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary":3,"chapter-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-22":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","An Improper Monster Girl's Transformation Diary",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2311951,4517,"Chapter 22: Tiny Hungry Dragon, Mastered!","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>Valentina awoke because of a scent, then flew into rage at the strange noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! What were you just doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teasing the dog… uh, no, let me explain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina clenched her teeth, her vertical pupils locked on the white-haired boy inches away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you say?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This damn bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explain yourself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or I’ll tear you apart!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert blinked, cleared his throat: “Ahem, I was trying the food-baiting method… oh, no, I was just gently waking you up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he flashed the furious dragon lady a bright, cheerful smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Young Lady!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, looking at this face—undoubtedly handsome yet utterly deserving of a punch—Valentina felt her scalp veins burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good morning… you ghost!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Her!bert!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragon lady’s roar shook the heavens, echoing through the entire cell, rattling Herbert’s internal organs so violently he nearly ruptured them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost gave himself internal injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough, just a joke—calm down, don’t get so worked up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert rubbed his aching eardrums and sighed: “Here, I’m apologizing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he tossed the roasted chicken leg into the cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meticulously roasted leg arced perfectly through the air, spinning as it flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant before, Valentina, still roaring, reacted instantly—leaping up and snapping the leg in her jaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though now in human form, her instincts remained dragon: she didn’t reach for it with her hands—she bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after biting down did she realize, under Herbert’s amused gaze, that her action was inappropriate—she turned and glared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You damn—!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to say something, but didn’t want to let go of the chicken leg, so she mumbled through it: “Mmm, you, mmm—” (What are you staring at?!)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After quickly chewing and swallowing, Herbert seized the moment and shoved another leg straight into her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he forced the leg in, he lectured earnestly: “Good girl! Don’t talk while eating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You!?! Mmm—crunch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chew chew chew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the chicken leg was just too delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chew chew chew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina knew surrendering so easily was wrong—beneath her dignity as a dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t her fault—her mouth had its own mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chew chew chew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Valentina tried to speak again and again, only to be silenced again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anger and hunger battled endlessly… hunger always won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chew chew chew chew chew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After successfully stuffing in the fourth chicken leg, Herbert relaxed—he knew he’d passed this test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny hungry dragon, mastered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile grew gentler as he kept feeding, murmuring all the while:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, don’t talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, lift it a little—don’t let it stick to your hair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Swallow first, don’t rush—there’s more coming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! Slow down, no one’s stealing it from you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the last chicken leg was offered, Valentina didn’t open her mouth—she reached out and took it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mouth was full; she stared at Herbert for a long moment, clearly rolled her eyes, then gave a light huff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turned, sat back against the bars, clutching the leg, and mumbled: “…Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert: “Mm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What are you ‘mm’ing about?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can’t you speak normally… oh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Valentina lean her head back, Herbert realized—she wanted him to cut her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as they’d agreed yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… you want me to do it myself, huh…” Herbert blinked, feeling their bond had subtly deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To others, Valentina was a dangerous dragon, a demonic entity requiring high alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Herbert, she was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This creature was a bit temperamental, a bit gluttonous, maybe a bit dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beyond that, she wasn’t unpleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was obedient. Easy to soothe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her anger flared fast and faded fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held grudges overnight, but forgot them quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly… she was kind of cute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, though she looked messy now, her figure was healthy and well-proportioned, her features exquisite—even strikingly noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert rose, returned to the warden’s room, washed his hands, then brought over the tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled up a stool outside the bars, rolled up his sleeves, and gently prodded the fiery hair with his fingertip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he confirmed no resistance, he reached both hands into the cage—one holding her hair, the other gently combing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Valentina.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Mm?” (What?)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert’s voice softened, free of his earlier teasing: “Has anyone ever cut your hair before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…” Valentina’s lips twitched behind him; she said nothing for a while, then replied flatly: “No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if recalling something, her expression shifted, her gaze darkened, her tone grew colder: “Why do you ask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Herbert didn’t react to her tone—he chuckled lightly: “Nothing. Just feel lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lucky?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert finished combing her waist-length fiery hair, gently pinching a strand between his fingers, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked rough and tangled, yet with minimal effort, the comb smoothed it into soft silk—such hair would make countless outsiders envious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he spoke without pretense, sincerely: “Miss Valentina, I’m honored to be the first to tend your hair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Valentina’s expression flickered—some inexplicable impulse surged in her chest, a sudden desire to stop him from touching her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart felt strangely itchy—what was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the end, she forced down the odd feeling, held her ground, refused to flee in embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips moved, then she huffed, voice tinged with petulance: “…Hmph. You’re right. It’s your honor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reply? A dry, exasperated click of his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… Miss, ‘tsundere’ is so last season. Maybe try being a little more straightforward?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What season?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",911,"2026-06-20T12:31:06.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4b5ca9faada1cc7f736b49b0204b5a301e5b163a3fe43c7bf2e70a743f239a61","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-23","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-21",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]