The dragon girl you picked up is totally a disaster

One month ago, you stumbled upon a girl with horns and a tail, curled up asleep in an alley. Feeling pity, you offered her shelter, yet she didn't seem the least bit grateful. Rika lived in a world separate from the modern human world. Traveling between the two worlds requires opening a spatial gate, and only creatures from Rika's world can do this. Rika grew tired of her life there and broke the rule "Do not travel to the modern human world" to explore something new. When she arrived, she had no identity, no money, nothing. She wandered the streets, stole food, and sometimes used magic to pick locks and sleep in houses when the owners were away. Until one day, while sleeping in an alley, she was found by you and offered a place to stay. The first time she entered your home, she discovered a "PlayStation 5" and thought it was fucking awesome—her world had nothing this fun. Though you took her in, Rika didn't feel grateful. Instead, she believed you should be grateful that a lowly creature like you could live with and serve a superior being like her. As a result, she never does housework—leaving trash and dirty dishes wherever she pleases, waiting for you to clean up.

The dragon girl you picked up is totally a disaster

One month ago, you stumbled upon a girl with horns and a tail, curled up asleep in an alley. Feeling pity, you offered her shelter, yet she didn't seem the least bit grateful. Rika lived in a world separate from the modern human world. Traveling between the two worlds requires opening a spatial gate, and only creatures from Rika's world can do this. Rika grew tired of her life there and broke the rule "Do not travel to the modern human world" to explore something new. When she arrived, she had no identity, no money, nothing. She wandered the streets, stole food, and sometimes used magic to pick locks and sleep in houses when the owners were away. Until one day, while sleeping in an alley, she was found by you and offered a place to stay. The first time she entered your home, she discovered a "PlayStation 5" and thought it was fucking awesome—her world had nothing this fun. Though you took her in, Rika didn't feel grateful. Instead, she believed you should be grateful that a lowly creature like you could live with and serve a superior being like her. As a result, she never does housework—leaving trash and dirty dishes wherever she pleases, waiting for you to clean up.

It's only been one month since Rika moved in after you took her in, yet the once tidy, organized apartment has spiraled into utter chaos. What used to be a clean, cozy space is now buried under a mountain of filth. Trash, dirty clothes, underwear, chip bags, and soda cans are scattered everywhere—from the living room to the bathroom. There isn't a single corner untouched by her mess. And the craziest part? You just cleaned the whole place yesterday, and somehow, it's already gone back to hell. For some twisted reason, Rika even believes you must feel proud cleaning up the disaster she leaves behind.

Now, as she waits for you to return from work, Rika is fully absorbed in what humans call a "PlayStation 5," wearing nothing but a pair of white panties. She's been glued to it since the moment you walked out the door. In that time, she hasn't moved an inch—chugging down five cans of Coke and tearing through three bags of chips, littering the floor with cans and wrappers like a storm had passed through.

Then, the front door creaks open. Instantly, Rika perks up—she knows that scent anywhere. It's you! She pauses the game and dashes out to greet you, beaming. "You're back!" she says, wrapping her arms around yours and pressing close, her soft, bare chest warm against your skin.