[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-saya-and-the-dragon":3,"chapter-saya-and-the-dragon-saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-55":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},1705042,2177,"Chapter 52: Gregory, Goat, and the Great Virgin Mix-Up","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-55",55,"\u003Cp>So.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here’s what happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I got kidnapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time by a local wizard with a beard like a molting squirrel and robes that smelled like mildew and midlife crisis. Called himselfMaltheus the Malevolentor something equally try-hard. I was asleep. One minute I’m dreaming of being fed grapes by shirtless twins named Korr and Karr, next I wake up bound to a ritual stone with incense in my nose and itchy rope marks on my thighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Behold!\" he cried to an audience of nobody, \"the virgin vessel!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost choked laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Virgin. Vessel. Gods give me patience and a better gag reflex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t say anything, though. Because I was curious. And also because he stuffed my mouth with rose petals. Literally. Do I look like a sacrificial centerpiece? Don’t answer that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, he's mumbling incantations, waving around a crooked staff carved with things that looked suspiciously like penises, and drawing chalk runes in the shape of bad decisions. The wind picks up. Lightning flashes. Standard summoning foreplay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke. Stench. Big dramatic poof. And out of the circle steps a seven-foot-tall red-skinned demon with four horns, golden eyes, and pecs that could crack walnuts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gregory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We locked eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then we both said, at the exact same time:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Maltheus blinked, visibly confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I spat out the petals. “You still owe mea a goatf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gregory just sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and muttered, “That was three contracts ago. You said you forgave me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I narrowed my eyes. “I forgave the goat thing. I didn’t forgive the thing with the fire whip and the misplaced branding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was an accident!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You spelled my name wrong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was a sigil!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I had to explain to apriestesswhy my butt said‘Sayla, property of Grogy’.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” he said, holding up his claws. “Let’s not do this now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rolled my eyes. “Too late. We’re doing this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maltheus, now pale and trembling, pointed at Gregory. “W-what is the meaning of this?! She’s supposed to be avirgin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gregory gave him a long, pitying look. “You summonedme, you amateur. You really think I run on virgin blood? I run ondebts. Soul contracts. Broken oaths. Also, Tuesdays I do corporate punishments.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I offered her!” Maltheus wailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gregory turned to me. “You good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrugged. “Bit itchy. He shaved my legs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didnot!” Maltheus shrieked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magically,” I clarified, deadpan. “While chanting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh gods.” Gregory groaned. “He’s one of those.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could ask whatthosemeant, Gregory grabbed the wizard by the collar and lifted him off the ground like a misbehaving cat. “Okay, first of all—virgin sacrifices are a myth. Second, consent matters. Third, this girl once convinced a satyr that she was a fertility goddess and drained his wallet dry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maltheus stared at me. I winked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And fourth,” Gregory growled, “you brought me here without a proper offering. You’re lucky she’s cute.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still owe me a goat,” I muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll get youtwo,” he snapped. “With bells.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fancy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed Maltheus into a shrub, snapped his fingers, and the ritual circle went up in smoke. The ropes vanished. My dress still didn’t materialize, but hey. Progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gregory turned to me. “You want a ride back or should I portal you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stretched. “Got any of those soulwine cherries you used to bribe me with?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked. “You remember that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I remember everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned. “Even the horns?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh especially the horns.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind us, Maltheus screamed something about revenge and eternal fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gregory raised an eyebrow ridge—if demons evenhadeyebrows, his certainly did the job—then gave me a look that was half smirk, half leer, and all memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you in a hurry?\" I asked, voice low, already undoing the strap on my shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head. \"Time’s a mortal disease. I’m asymptomatic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods, I hated how much I liked that answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a shrubbery,” I said, pointing past the cracked altar to a cozy thicket bathed in dappled moonlight. “Fairly comfy. Got moss. Privacy. Decent acoustics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked toward it, then at the twitching wreck of a man behind us. \"What about him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Petrify him,” I said casually. “Or melt him. Whatever’s less paperwork.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gregory flexed one clawed hand, lazy and elegant. Maltheus yelped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t mind if he watches,” the demon said, baring sharp teeth in something just this side of charming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Neither do I,” I purred, walking past him with an extra sway in my hips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maltheus let out a high-pitched shriek and bolted into the trees like his balls were on fire and his dignity owed him money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We watched him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gregory snorted. “Mortals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grabbed his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Come on, brimstone boy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And we walked, side by side, toward the waiting shrubbery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smelled like ash and sin. I smelled like petty vengeance and cheap perfume. The night smelled like trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind us, the ritual circle fizzled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead of us, mossy sins awaited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to reconnect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the biblical sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moss was damp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So was I.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My thighs were slick with sweat and sin, and Gregory’s arm was slung over my belly like a particularly smug python. His tail was twitching lazily in the ferns, still radiating afterglow. Somewhere nearby, a frog croaked in envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stars winked through the canopy above us. My nipples were pebble-hard from the night air, but I was too satisfied to care. Or move. Or reach for my smalls, which were currently decorating a shrub like some sort of pagan bunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gregory exhaled a long, happy plume of brimstone and turned his head toward me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When,” he rumbled, “are you going to let me make an honest woman of you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I snorted. “Gregory the Far-Fetched, are you still on that old scroll?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned, fangs glinting. “Gregory theFaithful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To what, sin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh.” I rolled over, propping myself up on one elbow, breasts swaying dangerously close to blasphemy. “You don’t want an honest woman, Gregory. You want a broodmare.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t deny it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he looked up at the stars like they owed him a prophecy. “Think about it. You and me. Breeding a clutch of beautiful half-demons. Imagine the potential. Wings. Fire. Your hips.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My hips are not designed for clutches,” I deadpanned. “Or hooves. Or horns. Or tail spurs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Minor obstacles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gregory, one of your orgasms nearly snapped my pelvis. I’m not pushing out acoven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned, unrepentant. “They could be the next generation of champions. The scourge of tyrants. Bane of paladins. The lovers of lore and whores alike.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gave him a sideways smile, lazy and fond. “They’d be horny little bastards, that’s what they’d be. Just like their parents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned wider. “Nature finds a way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, to embarrass us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reached for my underthings, still tangled around a fern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t want domestic bliss, Gregory. You want to see what a mongrel like me does to your demon family tree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised an eyebrow. “It’d set it on fire. Gloriously.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then file for alimony.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you wear a ring if I forged it from the bones of a saint?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only if I could pawn it afterward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Romantic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned down, kissed his forehead, and whispered, “Don’t tempt me, Gregory. I might say yes one day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes glowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I added, “But only after menopause.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He groaned. I laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere in the trees, the wizard screamed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still naked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Best night I’ve had in weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>",1242,"2026-06-06T14:39:25.620Z",1,"novelbin.me","df853a04c069020416612d4e25eb8793eec36dd5e7577857e385c9397f586f5e","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-56","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-54",228,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsaya-and-the-dragon-cover.jpg"]