You're NOT Monster Girls!

In his first month back in the modern world, Lin Muran picked up a girl at a comic convention—one who claimed to be a dragon.

“Life is but a dream, and humans are like specks of dust. Why do mortals always stare at half-naked women in paintings? How pitiful...”

“Put down that dakimakura first, then we’ll talk.”

In his second month, he ran into a girl at his doorstep, her smile clearly forced, held in place by her own fingers.

“Master said... if I register as a monster girl here, I can eat for free. Is that true?” the girl named Di Hou asked while maintaining her painfully fake grin.

“First of all, we already have one freeloader at home.”

By the third month, the door was knocked on yet again—this time, by a seemingly elegant older girl who claimed to be his number one anti-fan.

"Papa Lin, how about we collaborate on a Birdkin’s Tale? Guaranteed hit!"

"Honestly, I preferred it when you and your troll army were just roasting me in the comments."