Around the time of Chapter 702, “A Life That Isn’t Special.”
The town of Polka is always hosted by several brood dragons, protected from excessive force by order of Andy Smirson.
Personally, Andy frames their relationship as a friendly request, but that isn’t how the dragons see it. To them, it’s recognized as Andy’s gentle “orders,” and they share the ultimate mandate of protecting Andy, his female slaves, and his blood relatives from any and all threats.
Dragons don’t place much trust in the loose communities formed by humans and elves.
They are always on guard for collapse driven by division or malice.
Therefore, with Andy at the head of their hierarchy, they determine who to protect based on a clearly ranked priority list.
As it stands, because the entirety of Polka has no intention of turning against Andy, the town is broadly protected.
But should such movements arise, the dragons would sharply distinguish between Andy’s allies and enemies, wielding their power with cold, ruthless resolve.
Under Baron Duran Goot, they appear to be flexibly guarding the local community that loosely surrounds Andy… but in truth, they have long since defined and shared these precise criteria for judgment.
If the flow of emotion toward Andy were ever to turn negative, Polka would be left behind—abandoned by the Smirson family and the female slaves—to meet its destruction. In a state far colder than the townsfolk or Andy realize, Polka still thrives today.
Amidst all this, there are two whom the brood dragons keep quietly in their sights: Saful, the young red dragon, and his partner, Lika, an elf. There are many uncertain elements requiring judgment—foreigners, northern elves, naive cat-beasts—but none are as difficult to assess as a fellow dragon. After all, Saful lacks that dragon sense for “power” shared by most of his kind. He barely registers just how disruptive dragon violence can be to other races. No matter how young he is, such cases are rare. If Saful were ever to act out, the protocol would be to classify the “townsfolk” on Andy’s side as family and protect them first. Saful would be punished, his actions reported to Andy for approval, and he would then be forcibly sent back to the Dragon Palace, where his proper educational responsibility lies. Even if that search at the Palace were to take months or years, the brood dragons are resolute in carrying out their duty. It matters little how much grief or rebellion his elf partner might face. One who holds no direct relationship with Andy, the paramount lord, and possesses no formal status as a dragon rider is considered “other” by dragons—not worthy of consideration. How much do Saful and Lika realize they are being watched through such cold eyes? They might not understand at all. Nevertheless, aside from Maya, the other brood dragons have defined themselves as a system, waiting for the moment they must act. The peace in Polka was maintained on a precarious balance.
“The dragons in this town are kind, but sometimes I can’t help feeling they’re a bit cold.”
“No good, Saful-kun. Don’t say things like that. You think they can’t hear you?”
“If they have a problem, let them come complain. Then we’ll just tell them it was a misunderstanding.”
Saful is taking a walk in the outskirts of summer Polka with Lika.
Lika is an adventurer among elves, a rare breed leading a life of constant travel.
Typically, elves value their local roots above all else, devoting their long lives to guarding specific lands. The curiosity to look far away is usually canceled out by the lethargy that comes with such long lifespans—a dullness in temporal perception that leads one to believe there is no need for things to be “now.”
Lika is sixty, which can still be called immature for an elf, but she possesses a particularly strong intensity of short-lived-race impulses.
There are elves forced into drift because their homelands were destroyed, but Lika isn’t one of them. She simply has a fresh sensibility that differs from those around her and couldn’t suppress her desire to see and taste the world’s various cultures, becoming an adventurer. For this reason, she gets along well with Saful, who also possesses that “out-of-place” sensitivity.
“They never want to consult… I mean, including me and elves and all. They absolutely refuse to listen. Since they’re dragons, you’d think there’d be plenty of things they could advise us on, and a lot they could easily help with without much effort.”
“Hmm… but is that really so cold?”
“I’m just saying they’re a little cold. It’s not like I want to rely on them that much either. But that distance… it makes you feel like they’re not teammates.”
“But dragons can do so many things, even if unintentional. If they put out a good face to everyone, bad people might exploit them and cause big problems.”
“If they’re not idiots, I think they’d make those judgments themselves too. It just feels like while thinking of the others as fools inside, they absolutely don’t want to take responsibility for anything.”
“That’s a bit… paranoid, Saful-kun. Besides, if you feel that way, why don’t you become a kind dragon yourself?”
”…That’s true, I guess. But I’m short, so everyone ends up treating me like a runt. The locals here are numb from seeing Maya and stuff, but even though they know I’m a dragon, they still look down on me a bit.”
“That can’t be helped. You have a long life ahead of you, so just grow into adulthood slowly.”
”…I’m already over forty.”
Saful had inherited skip-generation traits from his human parents, so his biological father and mother were already old. Human conceptions of the lifespan kept getting in the way of his understanding.
Unlike elves, dragons didn’t have a childhood as brief as humans’; their growth was correspondingly slow. But Saful, whose body remained the size of an infant while his intelligence was age-appropriate or higher and his athletic ability on par with beast-kin, had found his youth to be quite repulsive to those around him.
His self-awareness developed early, but since the treatment from others basically matched his appearance, his spiritual maturity hadn’t advanced much beyond what a human in their forties might exhibit.
If my appearance is young and people treat me like a child, I’ll inevitably act spoiled. There’s no wear on my sensibilities from physical decay either. Having never had children, I can’t truly grasp the weight of parental responsibility.
It was only natural that Sahrul possessed a mental maturity commensurate with his youthful appearance.
But because of that, he tried to overextend himself, and he often jumped to conclusions with a whiny tone laced in them. “I just want to be an adult sooner… If I get properly recognized as such, then even Rica is called ‘Dragon Rider.’ He’d be respected by the dragons just as much as Andy is.” “I don’t really wish for that sort of thing. I don’t have any desire to use Sahrul-kun’s or other dragons’ power to do something, and if I ended up having to handle all sorts of things like Mr. Smythson does, traveling would lose all its joy.” “That guy looks like he’s enjoying whatever it is he’s doing, though… No, forget it.”
Sahrul blushed.
Right now, at this very moment, Andy was dragging in some new beauty from somewhere, keeping several of them naked in his service, and likely engaging in sex at any given moment.
With a dragon’s sharp senses, if he was staying in Polka, the sound of whatever he was up to would reach him no matter where it happened.
Rica knew how acute Sahrul’s senses were, and knowing about Andy’s relationships with women as well, she had pretty much figured out what his reaction meant from his response alone. “A… ahhh…” “Let’s drop the subject of that guy.” “But if we’re in Polka, we can’t really treat him like a taboo topic, right…” ”…It’s just a shame he’s really such a lewd bastard. I mean, it’s a fact that he’s pretty big shot for what he is, but…”
Sahrul did recognize Andy’s standing. He had been present at the battle in Lapal and the decisive confrontation in Carlwin.
But to this day, he couldn’t fully make peace with the fact that Andy plunged headfirst into carnal affairs with any woman who came his way.
Regarding relationships between men and women, he possessed the knowledge, but his intuition was still childlike, so he couldn’t empathize. The idea that women would one after another willingly open their legs and submit to him—while it might be acceptable as a form of power dynamics, he couldn’t understand it as an expression of love between sexes.
Seeing Sahrul’s attitude, which was “characteristic” in various senses, caused Rica to let out a wry smile. “Sahrul-kun, do you always listen when Mr. Smythson does… that?” “Always… well, sure, he’s really always doing it whenever he’s in Polka, so I can hear it, but… it’s unavoidable…”
Sahrul stammered. He didn’t want to be seen as a perverted guy who was constantly paying attention to and eavesdropping on Andy’s sex life.
At the sight of Sahrul like that, Rica couldn’t stop smiling.
Although he was too young for a dragon, he was reliably sturdy enough for an ordinary person’s standards. Yet, when in human form, he acted childishly according to his appearance, and his flustered reaction to sexual matters was both endearing and cute.
And thinking that such a boy had to remain a “child” giving innocent reactions for how many more years while his crotch swelled between his legs… it made her feel a bit unsettled.
Elves reached adulthood and became capable of reproduction in a timeframe similar to humans. But dragons were far, far beyond that. It was pitiful.
Then she realized who would be the one to teach this Sahrul what first pleasure was… and the possibility that it might well be someone he didn’t even know made her anxious.
Rica felt a sense of gratitude toward Sahrul for saving her, relied on him, and considered them close. But right now, their distance was still like that of a “neighbor’s older sister”… or a friendly relative.
When Sahrul became aware of his own sexual desire, would he consult with Rica about relieving it?
She didn’t know. In Polka, he had met many charming women, including members of his own race.
Even if most of them were considered Andy’s “possessions,” could one really say it was impossible for Sahrul to settle the matter with one of them?
Thinking that, despite her smile, a tightness in her chest emerged, breeding anxiety.
While wondering if she would be looked down upon, driven by impulse… she whispered an immoral word to Sahrul. “Hey, Sahrul-kun. Do you… not have any curiosity about what Mr. Smythson and the others are doing?” “Hm…?”
Is that so? If Andy did it so constantly without pause, wouldn’t it be allowed?
Here in Polka. Between her and Sahrul. …Right now.
If she was herself, recovering from illness, afraid of the claw marks left by drugs.
Even if she sought Sahrul’s warmth… even if she used that as an excuse to give Sahrul pleasure.
Wouldn’t it be allowed?
“…Shall I try?” She whispered in his ear. Saphur drew a sharp breath. Rica trembled faintly with the immorality of transgressing the taboo, teaching this boy the ways of pleasure, while feeling her own body ache sweetly.
In the summer sky above the grassy field, Saphur lay on his back.
His lower half was stripped bare; what remained there was a boyish little thing, still devoid of hair.
Fancy terms like penis, glans, or erection didn’t seem fitting; calling it what it was—his ochinchin—felt more appropriate: a cute urethral organ barely thicker than a finger.
Rica took Saphur’s in her hand and began to stroke it gently. She had no experience whatsoever. But live for sixty years, and knowledge inevitably accumulates.
The earnest little thing did its best to thrust skyward within her cool hands, pointing at the blue expanse above as it accepted the stimulation amidst the green grassy hollow.
“R-Rica… R-Rica, I’m… I’m…!”
“What is it?”
“I-It’s just… don’t laugh, okay…”
“Mm. I can’t promise that, but… if you say anything other than ‘stop,’ I’ll listen.”
“You’re saying I have to not make you stop then…?”
“Yeah. If Saphur doesn’t cum for me, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“W-Why is that?”
“I don’t know.”
Faintly smiling, Rica spoke the words in a feverish daze, unable to explain them even to herself.
What was it? An obsession with Saphur’s adorability? Ugly lust? Possessiveness?
None of those labels quite fit. But from the moment she had seized Saphur’s little thing in her hand, the thought of releasing it without making him cum became too painful a concept to bear.
True to his dragon heritage, Saphur possessed a cute face even more refined than an elf’s, now wearing an expression muddled with excitement and guilt, joy and confusion.
He bared his lower half shamelessly, leaving everything to Rica.
The situation itself was unbearable in its perfection.
“Rica… um… I’m…”
“What is it…?”
“Your… y-your tits… can I see them…?”
“…Do you want to? In broad daylight… outside, asking me to expose my breasts for you?”
“A-Aaah…!”
While stroking his tiny member, Rica cornered him with a soft voice.
It was unbearably cute how Saphur looked away, blushing as if he’d said something terrible.
Feeling a floaty sensation in her mind and a tingling buzz of excitement at the base of her skull, Rica continued to caress Saphur’s little thing up and down.
“You’re such a pervert, Saphur-kun…”
“…S-Sorry…”
“…It’s okay. I’ll let you look.”
Rica wanted to remember the look on Saphur’s face when she whispered that for the rest of her life.
His little thing twitched in her hand, and then something slipped over her thumb.
“…You cum? Before even looking at my breasts?”
“A-Ah…!”
“Slowly now.”
“Wh-…”
Round and round it went.
The bliss, the disappointment, the shame, the anxiety—seeing all those different expressions on a beautiful boy’s face is unbearably endearing.
“…Just one more time.”
Whispering it, Rica strips in front of Sahru, who looks completely confused about what’s happening.
In nothing but an open grassland. Right in the middle of endless summer greenery.
To delight the eyes of just one boy, to make his small penis erect, she sheds her top, then casts aside her skirt and panties as if showing off, exposing her bare, unadorned body to the gentle daytime summer breeze.
Sacrilege after sacrilege. Her face and ears grow endlessly hot and heavy with excitement.
She parades her trembling naked body before Sahru, spinning around to show it off… then resumes squeezing his penis with a hand slicked in cum.
“U-uhh… ah, ahhh…”
“I’ll show you everything about me… all of it. Shoot your load while looking…? Not just fantasizing, but with me… right?”
“R-Rica… ah, ahhh!”
“I’m getting weirdly turned on too… I don’t know why, but… it feels so good… ♪”
Was it the sense of fulfillment from satisfying a boy’s sexuality? Or the feeling of liberation from exposing her own desires?
It was only time spent rubbing and stroking the boy’s penis. Yet that alone drove her excitement higher and higher. As if stimulating her own erogenous zones, Rica’s nipples became shamefully congested and engorged, while her hairless pubic slit revealed an erect clitoris.
Their breaths mingled, both their minds consumed by the thought of the boy’s next ejaculation.
Their vision narrowed. Excitement tinged their sight red.
Haah haah… just overlapping their panting breaths, then—
PLUNK!! PLUNK, SLURP!!
“Ua-aaahhh……khhck…!!”
Sahru came to a climax with a high-pitched, girl-like voice.
They stayed like that for a while, pressed skin-to-skin without moving. Then, Rica suddenly lost track of what she had been doing. She hugged her body tight, gathered her clothes in a rush, and hastily pulled them on. “R… Rica…?” “I-I’m sorry… S-Sahru, you’re… um, thanks for the hard work…” Just minutes ago, I couldn’t even remember what I’d been thinking. The moment the excitement faded, I realized I’d done something outrageous. Leaving Sahru, who still couldn’t rise from the afterglow of pleasure, Rica hurriedly fled the scene. Sahru was left with no choice but to stand there in a daze.
(To be continued)