From Master Assassin to a Random Extra: OP in a Dating Sim-Chapter 114: Contract by Cuisine

The dragon laughed—a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the chamber—as his serpentine form coiled in on itself like a tightening spring.

Then, in the space of a blink, his body exploded outward in a burst of compressed air, a shimmering shockwave rippling through the entire room. Wind howled for a split second, dust scattering across stone floors and robes flaring as if caught in a passing storm.

All signs of the dragon vanished.

His presence—erased, concealed within the swirling aftermath.

But as the wind settled and the air cleared, a different figure stood in the center of the room.

Not different, not truly.

Still the dragon. Yet... changed.

He now wore ancient jade robes that shimmered faintly with threadlike runes, their edges trimmed in gold that glinted subtly in the light. His previously bestial form had become more humanoid—still tall and imposing, still inhumanly graceful—but now adorned with two glowing horns that rose from his brow like radiant antlers of polished crystal. His eyes, deep pools of shimmering emerald, still pulsed with the same unfathomable wisdom of ages past.

"Very well," he said, smiling with quiet amusement. "I shall accompany you."

Marcus stared, speechless.

A stunned silence overtook him—equal parts shock, admiration... and curiosity.

That transformation wasn’t just cosmetic. It spoke of hidden power, ancient elegance—and perhaps a bit of drama.

Still, something in Marcus’s instincts kicked in, sharpening his tongue.

"...You still stick out like a sore thumb," he muttered, chuckling despite himself.

The dragon blinked, then tilted his head, as if running a quick diagnostic on himself. A moment later, he nodded, seemingly realizing the oversight.

"Oh, of course. That’s on me." He let out a light laugh, almost sheepish. Then he snapped his fingers, a crisp sound that cracked like dry ice.

His horns began to shimmer, flickering like candlelight before fading out of sight entirely.

The jade robes remained, however, regal and flowing. His glowing eyes dimmed only slightly—still unnatural, but perhaps passable. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"This should fit nicely, right?" he asked, brushing invisible dust from his sleeve. "They’ll just assume I’m a foreigner..."

"A prince from another country, more like it," Cynthia cut in with a teasing grin, arms crossed. "You still look way too elegant to pass as some normal ’human’ tagging along with students."

The dragon grinned back, humored by the assessment.

"Now then... what did you have in mind, human?" he asked, turning to Marcus with a curious gleam in his eyes.

"A simple food adventure," Marcus replied with a smirk, as if that phrase carried more gravity than it should.

At that exact moment, while Marcus still had one hand casually slapped over Victoria’s mouth from earlier, her patience snapped like a twig.

With zero hesitation, she leaned forward—and licked his palm.

"Agh—GROSS!" Marcus yelped, pulling his hand back like he’d touched molten steel.

Victoria crossed her arms triumphantly. "Your fault for covering my mouth!"

Marcus recoiled with a glare. "I would’ve preferred you just bit me!"

"Oh yeah? And how exactly was I supposed to bite you in that position?!" she shot back, eyes narrowed.

Their squabbling rose a notch too high—until Cynthia, without missing a beat, snapped her fingers.

Two tiny watery hands appeared midair and flicked them both on the forehead in perfect unison.

Thwap. Thwap.

Both froze immediately, slightly wincing.

"Let’s not keep our dragon friend here waiting..." Cynthia said, voice cool and composed.

"Thank you for that," the dragon laughed softly, bowing his head slightly to Cynthia with amused reverence.

And just like that, a new contest was born.

A battle of wills. A food-off. A culinary war for the dragon’s favor.

Marcus and Victoria locked eyes, the air crackling—not with magic this time, but with raw, unfiltered competitiveness.

Their objective?

Make a contract with the dragon.

Use food as their weapon.

The group moved through the secret tunnel behind the waterfall, slipping out through the river’s edge as sunlight spilled into view. The hidden chamber gave way to a more familiar terrain—lush trees, worn paths, and the soft roar of city life growing ever closer.

And then they were out.

Where once there were just three students, now walked four figures—and one of them looked like nobility straight out of a legend.

The people they passed gave them a wide berth. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, eyes lingering far too long. The dragon’s human form, even with the horns hidden, radiated a quiet, imperious majesty that few dared question.

Some whispered. Others stared. But none approached.

The sheer aura around him was enough to keep would-be busybodies at bay.

They made their way through cobbled streets and bustling alleys until they arrived at the city square—a sprawling plaza lined with colorful food stalls, sizzling pans, and the thick aroma of spices and grilled meats filling the air.

Enough to wake any sleeping dragon’s appetite.

"You’re not beating me this time, Marcus!" Victoria declared, eyes blazing with determination.

"Let’s just see," Marcus replied, that signature grin stretching across his face.

Without another word, the two bolted in opposite directions, diving headfirst into the chaos of the food stalls—each determined to assemble the ultimate offering.

The dragon let out a low, bemused chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. "Well... this is quite a unique way to hang out."

"Sure is," Cynthia said with a shrug, watching the madness unfold.

"Are you not going to join them in gaining my favor?" the dragon asked, raising a curious brow.

Cynthia shook her head, a small smirk forming on her lips. "Not really. I’ve got no chance of winning anyway."

She reached up and flicked one of her earrings, letting it catch the light with a faint glint.

"Besides," she added, "I don’t need it."

The dragon’s eyes narrowed slightly, recognizing the truth behind her words. She’d already won a different kind of favor.

Then he laughed heartily.

"Fair argument," he said with a nod, his eyes drifting back toward Marcus and Victoria—who were now practically hoarding plates of food like competitive chefs in a festival showdown.

He exhaled slowly, watching them race from vendor to vendor.

"This," he murmured with quiet amusement, "will be an interesting day..."