This was happening around the 702nd episode, “A Life That Isn’t Special.”
In the town of Polka, a number of Bull Ogres had been stationed there ever since, protected from excessive force by orders from Andi Smyson.
While this arrangement was originally Andi’s personal preference—a request made through friendly ties—the dragons themselves did not view it that way. They perceived it as Andi’s gentle “command,” and ultimately, they shared a supreme objective: to protect Andi’s female slave and her blood relatives from anyone else.
Dragons hold little trust for the vague communities of humans and elves.
They always keep in mind the possibility of collapse caused by division or malice.
That is why they have designated specific individuals to protect, following clearly ranked priorities with Andi himself placed at the very top of that hierarchy.
As things stand, since Polka as a whole shows no intention of opposing Andi, it remains broadly protected.
But should such movements arise, the dragons would draw a sharp line between Andi’s allies and enemies, unleashing their power with cold determination.
On the surface, they seem to be loosely guarding the local society centered around Sir Duran Goot, who stands at their head, surrounding Andi with flexibility… yet in reality, they had clearly defined and shared such criteria for judgment all along.
If, going forward, the flow of sentiment toward Andi turns unfavorable, Polka will likely fall into ruin, sparing only the Smyson family and the female slaves. The town thrives even now in a state far colder than its citizens or Andi might imagine.
Among this backdrop, what the Bull Ogres have been secretly deliberating over are Red Dragon boy Safuru, and his elf partner, Lika. While there are many uncertain factors requiring careful judgment—foreigners, Northern elves, cat-beasts unfamiliar with the world—the most difficult was none other than a dragon of their own kind, Safuru. After all, among dragons themselves, the sense for “power” that they largely share is entirely missing from him. He barely recognizes how much dragon violence disrupts other species. Even though he is still young, cases like this are rarely seen. Should Safuru engage in problematic behavior, the arrangement is to first take the side of the “townsfolk,” viewing them as part of Andi’s family and protecting them, then punish Safuru, seek Andi’s approval afterward, and forcefully return him to Dragon Palace—the true educational authority—no matter what happens. Even if searching that palace takes months or even years, the Bull Ogres have resolutely decided to carry out this procedure without fail. No matter how much grief or resistance Lika, his partner, may feel—that is no concern of theirs. Those who hold no direct relationship with Andi, the chief leader, and possess no official status as a dragon rider, are considered “others” by dragons; they are not worth consideration. How aware are they themselves, under such cold surveillance? They might understand nothing at all. Yet even so, aside from Maya, the Bull Ogres have defined themselves as part of a system and continue to wait for the moment they must respond. Polka’s peace was maintained on a precarious balance.
“These dragons in this town are kind, but you know… sometimes I think they’re a bit too cold.”
“That won’t do, Safuru-kun. Don’t say things like that. You might be heard, right?”
“If you have a complaint, come talk to me. Then I’ll tell you it’s all a misunderstanding.”
Safuru and Lika are strolling through the outskirts of Polka under the summer sun.
Lika, despite being an elf, is also an adventurer leading a life of constant travel—a unique exception among her kind.
Normally, elves place family ties above all else, dedicating their long lives to guarding specific lands. Their curiosity to look far and wide is often suppressed by the low impulse born of their longevity; put bluntly, a sense of time so dulled that everything seems unnecessary “right now.”
Although Lika’s age of 60 might still be considered immature for an elf, she possesses a particularly strong natural talent—the kind typical only of short-lived species—in her drive and impulsiveness.
Some elves wander because their homelands were destroyed, but Lika is not like them. She simply harbors a fresh sensibility unlike those around her and became an adventurer, unable to suppress her desire to see and experience the various cultures of the world. That is why she gets along well with Safuru, who shares that same “detached” sensibility.
“They’re humans… well, including me and elves too, but they absolutely never agree to talk things over. Since we’re dragons, I think there are plenty of things we could advise others about, and many instances where we could lend a hand without much effort,” Safuru says.
“Hmm… but is that really so cold?”
“I just said they’re a bit cold. I don’t want to rely on them either. But just having that kind of distance makes me feel… like they’re not really comrades.”
“But dragons can do all sorts of things with only a slight intention. If you’re nice to everyone, bad people might exploit it and cause big trouble.”
“If you’re not an idiot, then I think you should make those judgments yourself on your own. …It just feels like while pretending to scorn others in their hearts, they desperately don’t want to take any responsibility.”
“That’s a bit… Safuru-kun sounds paranoid to me. And if that’s how you feel, wouldn’t it be good if Safuru-kun became a kind dragon?”
”…I do think that. But since I’m small, everyone ends up treating me as just another kid. These folks seem numbed by people like Maya; even when they know I’m a dragon, they still look down on me a bit.”
“That can’t be helped. You’ve got a long life ahead of you yet; just take your time growing up.”
”…But I’m already past 40.”
Safuru was born through skipped-generation inheritance from human parents; both his real father and mother are already elderly. Something about the human sense of lifespan keeps getting in the way.
Unlike elves, dragons don’t have a childhood as rapid as humans, and their growth is accordingly slower. Yet Safuru, whose body size remained that of an infant while his intelligence exceeded that of peers and whose physical abilities matched those of beastfolk, was often regarded with distaste during his early years.
Though his self-awareness developed early, the way he was ultimately treated by others remained based on his appearance. As a result, his spiritual maturity hadn’t progressed beyond roughly mid-adulthood in human terms.
If my appearance is youthful and the way others treat me is like that for a child, I’ll inevitably act spoiled. There’s no physical decline to dull my sensibilities either. I haven’t borne children and can’t feel a parent’s sense of responsibility.
There was simply no help but for Safu’s mental maturity to match his outward appearance.
That’s precisely why he ends up overreaching himself, or making hasty assumptions tinged with childishness. “Man, I gotta become an adult sooner! … If I’m properly recognized, maybe Rika would be treated like that Andy fellow—a Dragon Rider who earns the same respect from the dragons.”
“I don’t wish for any of that,” Rika replies. “I have no desire to rely on your power or the other dragons’ strength. If it comes down to having to do all sorts of things like Mr. Smayson, traveling won’t be any fun anymore.” “He seems like he’d enjoy whatever he’s doing though… but still…” Safu turns red.
Even now, wherever Andy happens to be, he brings in a new beauty from somewhere and has several naked attendants at his service, often indulging in sex. With the dragon’s keen senses, they can hear him making a mess of things wherever he is while staying in Portka. Knowing how strong Safu’s senses are, and aware of Andy’s entanglements with women, Rika had already guessed Safu’s reaction. “Ah, ah—…” ”…Maybe we should drop that topic.” “But… living here in Portka makes it impossible to treat him as a taboo, you know…” ”…A real pervert is just a fault to be wished away. The fact remains that he is quite a big shot, at least nominally.”
Safu does acknowledge Andy. He witnessed the battle in Laporal and the decisive clash at Kairwin. Yet he still struggles to fully accept how Andy indulges in dalliances with women whenever they cross his path. Though he possesses knowledge regarding women’s relationships, his sensibilities remain childish, so he cannot empathize. While he can rationalize the fact that women line up one after another to yield their bodies as a form of power, he simply cannot comprehend it from a perspective of love between men and women.
Safu’s attitude—appropriate in so many ways—is what makes Rika wryly smile at him. “Are you always listening to that sort of thing about Mr. Smayson?” “All the time… well, since he really is doing it constantly while in Portka, it comes through… but that’s unavoidable…” Safu becomes flustered. He didn’t want to be seen as a lecher who constantly prys into Andy’s sexual encounters with an ear out for gossip.
Rika can’t stop smiling at such a Safu. Although he is too young in terms of dragon years, he is reliably enough for a normal human. Yet when he is in human form, he remains appropriately childish and looks adorable as he confuses himself over dirty things.
Thinking that despite his youthfulness, this boy will still have to remain an “child” with such naive reactions for several more years, swells his small groin… makes her feel a bit hazy and melancholic. Elves become adults within a human lifespan and become capable of reproduction. Dragons are far beyond that timeline. It’s pitiful.
And then she thinks, who will teach Safu his first pleasure? That thought leads to the realization that it might very well be some stranger she doesn’t even know… and she feels a pang of anxiety. She feels indebted to Safu for saving her, relies on him, and considers them close. But right now, the distance between them is more like a “kind older cousin” or a friendly relative.
When Safu becomes aware of his own sexual desire, will he come to her to discuss resolving it? She doesn’t know. He has met many alluring women in Portka, including members of his own kind. Although most of them belong to Andy as “possessions,” could it really be said that no flow would ever arise where Safu tries to settle for one of them?
Thinking about this, a bitterness rises beneath her smile, and anxiety begins to brew. Even though she fears being despised, driven by impulse… she whispers an immoral suggestion to Safu. “Hey, Mr. Safu. …Are you at all interested in what Mr. Smayson and the others are doing?” “Eh…?” So much? If Andy is really engaging in such things so frequently, isn’t it permissible? Here in Portka. With myself and Safu. …Right now. Since I’m currently this fragile soul, haunted by the scars of addiction.
Even if she seeks his warmth… or offers him pleasure under such a pretext. It should be permissible, right?
”…Go for it?” She whispers close to his ear. Safuru gasps. While trembling at the sacrilege of teaching a boy pleasure—a taboo he’s never broken—she feels her own body ache sweetly with anticipation.
On a summer day, Safuru lies back in the grassy meadow. His lower half is bare, revealing nothing but a youthful penis, smooth and hairless. It would seem pretentious to call it an artifact, a member, or an erection; “penis” feels the most appropriate term for this cute urethra, merely slightly thicker than his finger. Reca holds it gently in her hand and strokes it softly. He hasn’t learned how to pleasure himself before, yet after sixty years of life, knowledge has surely seeped into him. The innocent little penis stretches fully upward within her cool palm, eagerly accepting stimulation while pointing toward the azure sky amidst the green foliage.
“I… Re… Reca… Oh me… I…”
”…What?”
”…I mean… pl-please don’t laugh at me…”
“Yeah. I can’t make promises, but… I’ll listen to anything else you ask.”
“Th-that means ‘stop’ isn’t an option then…?”
“Yes. If Safuru-kun doesn’t come for me soon, I might start losing my mind.”
”…B-but why?”
“I don’t know.”
A faint smile graces her lips as Reca murmurs something even she herself doesn’t understand, feverish with heat.
What is it? Is it her obsession with Safuru’s cuteness? Perhaps ugly lust? Or maybe possessiveness? None of those labels fit quite right. But from the moment her hand gripped Safuru’s penis, she began to realize that letting go without making him cum would be far too painful for her.
Just as a dragon should, Safuru possesses a face even more refined and adorable than an elf’s. He wears an expression mixed with excitement, guilt, joy, and confusion. His lower half shamefully exposed, he leaves everything to Reca. The situation itself is unbearable.
“Reca… um… me…”
”…What…?”
“Does it mean I can’t look at… R-Reca’s… b-breasts…?”
”…Want to? In broad daylight like this… Asking me to bare my breasts outside in the open?”
“A-aah…”
As she strokes his small penis, Reca pushes him relentlessly with a soft voice.
Safuru looks so adorable when he turns away shamefully, as if saying something wrong and inappropriate. Reca feels a fluttery sensation in her chest while experiencing an excitement that numbs the base of her skull, continuing to stroke Safuru’s penis up and down.
“Safuru-kun is a pervert…”
”…I… I’m s-sorry…”
”…That’s okay. I’ll show them to you.”
As she whispers those words, Reca realizes she wants to remember Safuru’s expression at that moment forever.
Her hand makes the penis twitch, and suddenly, something rests against her thumb.
”…Did he come? Even though you haven’t seen my breasts yet?”
“A… y-yes…”
”…So slow…”
”…!!”
Over and over again.
There’s something incredibly endearing about this beautiful boy, shifting through expressions of ecstasy, despair, shame, and agitation.
”…Just one more time…”
Before Safu, who whispered those words with a confused expression on his face, Reka stripped her clothes off.
In the middle of an endless summer green, right out in the open plains.
She did this solely to entertain the eyes of a boy whose tiny man had been aroused by just one person… exposing herself completely from the waist up, then flaunting it as she cast aside her skirt and panties too, letting her untouched form be bared to the gentle summer midday wind.
Unconscionable sin after unconscionable sin. Her face grew hot with excitement, her ears becoming feverish and heavy beyond measure.
She presented her trembling naked body to Safu, turned around to show him more… then began stroking Safu’s man once again with a hand slick with semen.
“U-uuh… ah, aaah…!”
“I’ll show you all of me… Yeah? While I watch, you’re gonna cum? Not just in your fantasies—I’m the one right here…”
“R-rika… ah, aaah…!”
“I feel like I might go crazy… But whatever is happening to me is just so fucking good…♪”
Is it the satisfaction of fulfilling a boy’s desire? Or perhaps the liberating rush of laying bare one’s own yearnings?
There was only this moment, spent rubbing against a boy’s man. That alone sent his spirit soaring higher and higher. As if she were stimulating her own erogenous zones herself, Reka flushed her nipples until they were painfully red, and made her hairless clitoris swell between her labia.
Their sighs mingled together; both minds filled completely in anticipation of the boy’s next climax.
His vision narrowed. His world turned red with arousal.
Panting only—“Haa-haa”—they breathed out side by side, over and over… and then—
Thwack!! Thwack, thrrrulll!!
“Aaaaah… f-fuck…!!”
Safu cried out in a high-pitched, girlish scream as he reached his peak.
For a while, the two stayed pressed skin against skin without moving. Then, suddenly, Reka could no longer remember what she had been doing. In an instant, she clung to him with sudden force, scooped up her clothes, and hurriedly began dressing again. “R… Rika…?” “A-ah… um… Sa-fu-kun… th-that is… I’m so sorry… Good job…” Only a few minutes ago, she had no idea what feelings were coursing through her. The moment the excitement faded, it seemed clear she’d just done something utterly outrageous. Leaving Safu, still unable to rise from the lingering afterglow of pleasure, behind her, Reka fled the spot in panic. Safu could only stand there, stunned and speechless.
(TBC)