[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-saya-and-the-dragon":3,"chapter-saya-and-the-dragon-saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-142":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Saya and the Dragon",{"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},1705129,2177,"Chapter 136: Chubby Girls","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-142",142,"\u003Cp>We were perched on a cliff above the South Pass, hot stone under my thighs and a half-eaten fig sticking to my palm. Below us, a slaver caravan was snaking its way along the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, I wasn’t really paying attention. Just some camels, some guards, the usual chain gang of unfortunate girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ilooked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Istared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dragon,” I said, slowly, pointing. “Are my eyes broken? Or are those… fat slave girls?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t look up. Just flicked a scale with one claw and muttered, “You’ll have to be more specific.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fat.Slave.Girls.” I hissed, leaning forward. “Not chubby. Not padded. Not ‘well-fed for the auction.’ I meanfat. Proper pillow-bodied, belly-jiggling, thighs-like-bread-doughfat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he looked. Raised one brow ridge like a particularly judgmental eyebrow. “Hmm. Yes. Quite rotund. Luxurious even.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nearly fell off the ledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luxurious?! WhenIwas sold, I was so scrawny they debated whether to list me as a girl or a decorative broomstick! I got boiled lentils and scalded twice a week to keep the sheen up!Thesegirls look like they nap in custard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon let out a soft, amused rumble. “Times change. Maybe plump is fashionable again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They look like they’ve beenbuttered. What are they feeding them, pie and compliments? Look! That one’s got a snack tray balanced on her cleavage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I believe that’s rosewater pudding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I threw my hands in the air. “Unbelievable! Is this some sort of sultan’s collector’s edition? A full buffet of boudoir bliss?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They do seem rather... content.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course they’re content. They haven’t seen a treadmill in their lives. That one down there is practicallyglistening. I bet she’s never had to share a crust of bread with three other girls in a mildew-infested cellar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scratched his chin with a talon. “Maybe it’s a specialty market. There's always been a niche for the well-cushioned. Emphasis onniche.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I groaned. “You’re telling me I survived the Seebulba brothel circuit on goat broth and humiliation, andthisis where the market’s gone? Gilded shackles and afternoon pastries?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It would appear so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slumped back against the rock, scandalized. “What’s next? Noble patrons paying extra for snoring and snack breaks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon chuckled. “You do have a particular way of expressing envy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not envy. It’s righteous outrage. And maybe atinybit of envy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We watched in silence as the caravan rolled by—perfume trailing in the wind, silks shimmering, giggles rising like flutes in a dream sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I muttered, “This world’s broken. You can’t even be a tragic waif anymore. Now it’s all about curves, cookies, and premium cuddle capacity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry,” Dragon said, stretching his wings lazily. “You’re still plenty marketable in the chaos category.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re on a steady diet ofcupcakes and strudel, I swear to all that is unholy,” I hissed. “Justlookat them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pointed like I was accusing the horizon of treason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon squinted. “They do look… plump.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Plump?!They lookobscene, Dragon. Obscene! That one jiggles when she breathes.Breathes!This is an insult. An insult to all slave girls everywhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his snout. “There’s a solidarity network for that now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thereshouldbe!” I was halfway to frothing. “We’re supposed to belithe,supple,elegant! You know—desirable but tragic! Aesthetic suffering with a hint of backstory! Not—not—walking dessert carts in ankle cuffs!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon gave a thoughtful hmm. “So more ‘ballet of the damned’ than ‘baklava in bondage.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” I slapped his haunch for emphasis. “What happened to standards?! Why didIhave to live on yogurt and stale bread for three years whiletheyget cinnamon buns and daybeds?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You also lived on seduction, lies, and dramatic exits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t change the subject.” I glared down at the caravan like I could will it to collapse under its own frosting weight. “Do you know what it does to a girl’s psyche, being told to suck in her stomach while chained? Meanwhile, these cream puffs get decorative fans and probably mid-afternoon poetry readings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon rested his chin on one claw. “I’m sure it’s notallpoetry. Some of them might be trained in the ancient art of sensual lounging.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned to him slowly. “If you say ‘voluptuous’ I will push you off this cliff.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wisely stayed silent. Smug, but silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled through my nose. “This is what the world rewards now, huh? Soft curves, soft beds, soft brains. The delicate art of existing horizontally while dripping honey glaze.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I added, “I could’ve done that. Iwould’vedone that. Happily. Just… no oneoffered.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe you were too intimidating. Or too sharp. Not enough custard in your soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gave him a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coughed. “Figuratively speaking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We both looked back down at the caravan, now winding its way toward the bend in the road, the girls swaying gently like marzipan statues on parade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crossed my arms, still scowling. “You know what this is, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reverse body tyranny,” I muttered. “And I missed both eras.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled. “At least you’re still agile enough to throw a tantrum.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t tempt me, scaled one.”\u003C\u002Fp>",822,"2026-06-06T14:39:25.900Z",1,"novelbin.me","d126c3fafc529c8f24bddc0f6abf6ddcccfab33aa16e85caa80b759a4d2b72dd","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-143","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-141",228,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsaya-and-the-dragon-cover.jpg"]