This story takes place around Episode 702, titled “A Life That Isn’t Special.”
In the town of Polka, a small number of Blue Dragons have been stationed permanently. Under the orders of Andy Smyson, they are shielded from excessive force. While Andy personally views this arrangement as a request born of friendly relations, the dragons perceive it differently. They regard Andy’s gentle “commands” as binding directives and ultimately share a supreme priority: protecting Andy’s female slave and her kin from all external threats.
Dragons do not place much trust in the somewhat fragile communities formed by humans or elves. They always keep in mind the possibility of collapse caused by internal divisions or malice. That is why they have designated specific individuals to protect, following a clearly ranked order of priority with Andy himself at the top. For now, since there is no intent within Polka as a whole to attack Andy, the town remains broadly protected. Should such movements arise, the dragons would sharply distinguish between Andy’s allies and enemies, wielding their power with cold resolve.
Superficially, they appear to be flexibly guarding the regional society surrounding Andy, led by Baron Duran Goot who loosely encircles him… but in truth, they have clearly defined and shared these criteria for judgment. If emotions flowing toward Andy ever turn hostile, Polka would likely perish, leaving only the Smyson family and the female slaves behind. The town currently thrives under a far colder reality than its citizens or even Andy themselves realize.
Amidst this, what the Blue Dragons have been secretly contemplating is Red Dragon boy Safuru and his elf partner, Rika. Though there are many uncertain factors requiring judgment—foreigners, Northern elves, cat-beasts unfamiliar with worldly affairs—the most difficult case is another dragon like Safuru himself. After all, among dragons, there is a shared sensibility regarding “power” that Safuru largely lacks. He barely considers how much dragon violence might disrupt other races. Even though he is young, such cases are rare; should Safuru engage in problematic behavior, the plan is to first treat the “townspeople” as Andy’s inner circle and protect them, then punish Safuru, seek Andy’s approval, and forcibly return him to Dragon Palace—the entity responsible for his original education. Even if searching the palace takes months or years, the Blue Dragons have firmly resolved to carry out this mission without hesitation. No matter how much grief or resistance Rika may feel as his partner, that is not an issue. Those who hold no direct relationship with the overlord Andy and possess no formal rank as dragon riders are considered “others” by the dragons—entities unworthy of consideration.
How aware are they of being monitored with such cold scrutiny? Perhaps they understand nothing at all. Still, the Blue Dragons other than Maia define themselves as part of a system, waiting for the moment to act accordingly. The peace of Polka has been maintained on a precarious balance.
“They say the dragons in this town are kind, but sometimes I think… they’re actually a bit cold.”
“No way, Safuru-kun. Don’t say things like that. They might be listening, you know?”
“If you have a complaint, come talk to me. Then I’ll tell them it was all a misunderstanding.”
Safuru and Rika are strolling through the outskirts of Polka during summer. Rika is an elf who is also an adventurer, living a life constantly on the move—a rare exception among her kind. Normally, elves prioritize kinship ties above all else, dedicating their long lives to guarding specific lands. Their curiosity about distant places is often suppressed by the low impulse driven by their extended lifespans; in other words, by a dulled sense of time that leads them to think, “There’s no need for anything right now.” Though Rika is only 60 years old—still considered immature by elf standards—she possesses an exceptional talent for intense impulses typically associated with short-lived species. Some elves are forced into wandering lives because their homelands were destroyed, but that is not Rika’s case. She simply harbors a fresh sensibility unlike those around her and cannot suppress her desire to witness and experience the diverse cultures of the world, which led her to become an adventurer. That is why she gets along well with Safuru, who shares her similarly “detached” perspective.
“They humans… well, including us elves and everything else—they absolutely won’t listen to advice or cooperate with us. Since they’re dragons, I think there’s plenty they could offer in terms of guidance, and helping out shouldn’t take much effort.”
“Hmm… but is that really so cold?”
“I’m just saying they’re a little cold. I don’t actually want to rely on them that much either. But that kind of distance makes me feel like… they’re not really comrades.”
“But dragons can do too many things without even thinking twice. If you smile at everyone indiscriminately, bad people might exploit you and cause big trouble.”
“If you’re not stupid, I think you should make those judgments yourself. …It feels like they mock others in their hearts while desperately refusing to take responsibility themselves.”
“That’s a bit… I think Safuru-kun is just projecting your own fears. And if that’s how you feel, wouldn’t it be better if Safuru-kun became a kind dragon?”
”…Yeah, but since I’m small, everyone treats me like a kid anyway. The people here seem paralyzed by Maia or something; even when they know I’m a dragon, they still look down on me a bit.”
“It’s unavoidable, you know. Life is still long ahead of us; there’s no harm in taking our time to grow up.”
”…But I’m already past forty,” he muttered.
Safuru had been born through transgenerational inheritance from human parents, and both his biological father and mother were already elderly. The human sense of aging simply didn’t sit right with him.
Unlike elves, dragons do not reach maturity at the same pace as humans; their growth is considerably slower. Yet Safuru, whose body remained that of an infant while his intelligence surpassed even that of a peer and whose physical abilities rivaled those of a beastman, had been viewed with disgust during his childhood.
Even though his self-awareness had developed early on, the way others treated him was fundamentally based on his appearance. As a result, his spiritual maturity had not progressed much beyond what one might expect of a human in their forties.
Since he looked young and was treated like a child, he naturally indulged himself, and the decline of his body hadn’t yet worn down his sensibilities. He had never been a parent, nor could he feel parental responsibility.
Given these circumstances, it was inevitable that Safuru’s mental maturity would align with his outward appearance.
That very fact, however, led him to overreach and make hasty judgments tinged with childish dependence.
“I wish I could become a man sooner… If I were properly recognized, maybe even Rika would be seen as a Dragon Rider like Andy, earning the same respect from the dragons.”
“I don’t want that kind of thing,” Rika replied. “I have no desire to rely on your power or that of other dragons. If I end up having to do everything like Mr. Smayson, traveling won’t be any fun anymore.”
“He seems to enjoy whatever he does, though… Anyway—”
Safuru turned red in the face.
Even now, Andy was bringing new beauties from somewhere, entertaining several of them naked, and often indulging in sex.
With a dragon’s keen senses, nothing could escape notice as long as one remained in Polka.
Knowing how acute Safuru’s senses were, and already aware of Andy’s numerous romantic entanglements, Rika had guessed the truth from Safuru’s reaction.
“Oh… uh…”
”…Let’s not talk about him anymore.”
“But while we’re in Polka, it feels like I can’t even treat him as taboo…”
”…”
“He really is a lecherous bastard, which is his only flaw. Still, he is undeniably a major figure.”
Safuru did acknowledge Andy. He had witnessed both the battle in Rapal and the final confrontation in Karlwin.
Yet he still couldn’t fully accept Andy’s indiscriminate pursuit of women.
His understanding of relationships was limited; while he possessed some knowledge, his instincts remained childish, preventing him from empathizing. Though he could comprehend the power dynamics behind women submitting one after another, he couldn’t reconcile it with genuine love between men and women.
Seeing Safuru behave in such a characteristically human way, Rika couldn’t help but chuckle wryly.
“Do you always listen to Mr. Smayson talk about those things?”
“Always? Well… since Andy’s constantly doing it while in Polka, I can’t help but hear him… But that’s unavoidable…”
Safuru fumbled nervously. He didn’t want to be seen as a lecherous man who always eavesdropped on Andy’s intimate moments.
Seeing Safuru like this, Rika couldn’t stop smiling.
Though too young by dragon standards, he was already a reliable figure in human terms. Yet when he appeared so childlike in his human form, flustered by matters of intimacy, she found him endearing and cute.
And thinking about how many more years he would have to remain an innocent “child,” still reacting with youthful confusion while his small groin swelled… she felt a strange sense of unease.
Elves mature and become fertile within the same timeframe as humans, but dragons take far longer. It’s pitiful.
Then her thoughts drifted to who would teach Safuru his first pleasure—and the realization that it might be someone unknown filled her with anxiety.
Rika felt gratitude toward Safuru for saving her, relied on him, and considered them close. But for now, their bond remained more like that of a friendly older sister or a beloved cousin.
When Safuru became aware of his own sexual desires, would he feel comfortable confiding in Rika?
She didn’t know. In Polka, he had met many attractive women, including members of his own kind.
Though most were technically Andy’s “possessions,” could it truly be said that there was no possibility Safuru might end up with one of them?
Thinking of that, a tightness grips my chest even behind the smile, and anxiety wells up. Though I wonder if I’ll be despised, driven by impulse… I whisper an immoral word to Saffur. “Hey, Saffur-kun… …aren’t you curious about what the Smysons are doing?” “Eh…?” That much. If Andy is “doing” that so incessantly, maybe it’s forgivable. In this case of polka. Between me and Saffur. …Right now. Given my current self, trembling with fear of drug scars, just recovering from illness… Even if I seek Saffur’s warmth… or even if I give him pleasure under that guise. Maybe it’s forgivable. ”…Shall we try?” I whisper in his ear. Saffur gasps. While shivering at the taboo of teaching a boy pleasure, Rika feels her own body ache sweetly.
On the summer sky over the grassland, Saffur lies down.
His lower half is exposed; there rests a boyish penis, still hairless.
Not some pretentious terms like “artifact,” “phallus,” or “erection”—it feels more appropriate to call it simply “dick.” A cute urinary tube, just slightly thicker than a finger.
Rika takes hold of it and gently strokes it. She’s not used to this. But having lived sixty years, she knows enough.
The innocent little dick reaches its limit in her somewhat cold hands, pointing skyward amidst the green grass, accepting stimulation against the blue sky.
“R-Rika… Rika, I… I…”
”…What?”
“That… p-please don’t laugh…”
“Yeah. I can’t promise anything… but I’ll listen to anything except ‘stop’.”
“D-Does that mean stopping is off the table…?”
“Yeah. …If Saffur-kun doesn’t cum, I might go crazy.”
”…W-Why?”
“I don’t know.”
With a faint smile, Rika speaks feverishly about something she herself doesn’t fully understand.
What is it? Obsession with Saffur’s cuteness? Ugly lust? Possessiveness?
None of them fit quite right. But from the moment she gripped Saffur’s dick, she began to feel that letting go without making him cum would be far too painful.
Saffur, true to his dragon heritage, wears a beautifully symmetrical and adorable face even more refined than an elf’s, his expression a mix of excitement, guilt, joy, and confusion.
Shamefully exposing his lower half, leaving it to Rika’s mercy.
The situation itself is unbearable.
“Rika… um… I…”
“What…?”
“Rika’s… b-breasts… can’t I look…?”
”…Do you want to see it? Something like this, during the day… asking me to show you my breasts outside?”
“Aa, aaugh…”
While gently stroking his small penis, Rika softly pressed him further. Safuru, blushing and averting his eyes as if he’d said something forbidden, was undeniably adorable.
Feeling lightness coursing through her, a tingling excitement buzzing at the base of her skull, Rika continued to caress Safuru’s penis up and down.
“Safuru-kun is such a pervert…”
”…G-gomen…”
”…It’s okay, I’ll show you.”
Rika wanted to remember Safuru’s expression the moment she whispered those words forever.
His penis twitched in her hand, and then something brushed against her thumb.
”…You already came? Before I even got to see your breasts?”
“Aa… aaah…”
”…So slow…”
“Kkkuuuu!!”
Spinning around. The beautiful boy cycling through expressions of ecstasy, despair, shame, and anxiety was beyond adorable. ”…Just one more time.”
Whispering those words, Rika began to undress in front of Safuru, who looked utterly confused about what was happening. In the middle of a vast grassland, surrounded by endless summer greenery. For nothing but to please the eyes of that single boy, whose small penis had grown hard… she stripped bare from the waist up, then discarded her skirt and panties as well, exposing her natural form to the gentle midday breeze.
Sin after sin. Her face, her ears grew hot and heavy with overwhelming arousal.
She thrust her trembling naked body toward Safuru, turned to show him more… and began stroking his penis again, now slick with pre-cum.
“Uu, aaah… a, aaah…”
“I’ll show you everything about me… while watching, make your penis cum…? Not just in fantasy, but with me… right?”
“Rika… aa, aaah…”
“I’m going to lose my mind… I don’t know what’s happening to me… it feels so good…♪”
Was it the satisfaction of fulfilling a boy’s desire? Or the liberating feeling of exposing one’s own desires? It was simply time spent rubbing against his penis, raising her emotions endlessly. As if stimulating her own erogenous zones, Rika made her nipples painfully engorged and caused her hairless clitoris to swell.
Their breaths intertwined, both their minds filling with anticipation for the boy’s next climax. Her vision narrowed, flushed red by arousal. Haa haa… they simply layered their sighs together, and then—
Bwuk!! Bwuk, bwururu!! “Waaaaahhhhh… kkuuuu!!”
Safuru reached his peak with a high-pitched cry reminiscent of a girl’s.
For a while, the two remained motionless, pressed skin to skin.
Then, Rika suddenly lost all sense of what she had been doing. She clutched herself tightly, gathered her clothes in a panic, and hurriedly wrapped them around her body.
“Ri… Rika…?”
“Oh, um… s-Safuru, you… that is, I’m sorry… thank you for your hard work!”
Just a few moments ago, she couldn’t even remember what she had been thinking. In the instant the excitement faded, she realized she had done something utterly unthinkable. Leaving Safuru, still unable to rise from the lingering afterglow of pleasure, Rika fled the scene in a panic. Safuru could only stare in stunned silence.
(TBC)