Muria lifted his head. Despite the curtain shielding his room, making it slightly dim, sunlight filtering through the curtain gaps allowed him to see everything clearly.
"So white, so big." Muria lowered his head to see where he had just been leaning, giving a very serious comment.
"Eh, young master Muria, you are awake." Muria's movement woke up Mia, the Dragon Maiden beneath him. This unusually brave maid looked at him in anticipation, "Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"
"No need, I've slept enough." Muria was full of energy and in high spirits, feeling exceptionally good. After all, upon waking, he was greeted with views that men might find quite wonderful.
Regardless, Muria left the arms of Mia, the dragon maiden, without any hesitation. It wasn't because his self-control was high, but rather that such a beautiful sight to him was just that - something to appreciate and nothing more. His body did not allow him to do anything beyond that.