The story around the part where we talked about “An Ordinary Life” and beyond.
In Polka, there are always a few Blue Dragons staying, protected from excessive violence by orders from Andy Smithson.
Andy personally framed it as a request based on friendly relations, but for the dragons, that was not the case. It was recognized as Andy’s gentle “command,” and ultimately shared as their ultimate goal: to protect Andy and his female slaves and their kin from others.
Dragons did not trust the somewhat communal society of humans and elves very much.
They always had in mind the possibility of division or collapse due to malice.
That’s why they decided to protect certain individuals based on clear hierarchy, with Andy at the top, following a clearly prioritized order.
For now, Polka as a whole showed no intention of turning against Andy, which is why it was broadly protected.
However, if such movements arose, the dragons would ruthlessly distinguish between allies and enemies, wielding their power with cold resolve.
Under the leadership of Baron Duran Goot, they appeared to flexibly protect the region surrounding Andy… but in reality, they clearly defined and shared those criteria.
If the flow of emotions toward Andy turned negative, Polka would likely perish, leaving behind only the Smithson family and their female slaves. It was a much colder situation than the townsfolk or Andy realized, yet Polka continued to thrive.
Amidst all this, the Blue Dragons secretly continued to keep an eye on Red Dragon Saphel and his partner, the elf Rika.
There were many uncertainties, such as foreigners, northern elves, and the naive cat beastmen, but the most difficult was dealing with their own kind: the dragons.
They lack the sensibility toward “power” that most dragons share. They have little awareness of how much chaos their violence could cause among other races.
Even if Safful were young, such a scenario is highly unlikely. If he were to exhibit problematic behavior, the plan would be to first protect him as “townfolk” and treat him as part of Andy’s family. After punishing Safful, they would seek Andy’s consent and forcibly send him back to the Dragon Palace, where he belongs.
No matter how many months or years it takes to search that palace, the Blue Dragons are resolute in their determination to execute this plan.
Even if his companion elf were to grieve or resist, that would not be an issue. Someone who has no direct relationship with Andy as the alliance leader and holds no official status as a Dragon Rider is, to dragons, merely “other” and unworthy of consideration.
How much do they realize they are being watched with such cold eyes?
They might not understand at all.
Even so, the Blue Dragons, excluding the Maia, have been defined within the system and continue to wait for the moment to act.
The peace of Polka was maintained on a precarious balance.
“Polka’s dragons are kind, but they’re still kinda cold, you know?”
“That’s no good, Safful-kun. Don’t say things like that. They might be listening, right?”
“If you have complaints, come to us. We’ll explain it was a misunderstanding.”
Safful is walking through the summer outskirts of Polka with Rika.
Rica is an elf and an adventurer, a rare breed who lives a life of constant travel.
Originally, elves place great importance on roots and spend their long lifespans protecting specific lands. Their low curiosity, stemming from their long lifespan and the tendency to think “nothing is urgent right now,” often outweighs any desire to look beyond the horizon.
Rica, still relatively young at 60 years old for an elf, possesses a particularly strong short-lived impulse that sets her apart.
Some elves are forced into wandering after their homeland is destroyed, but Rica is not. She simply couldn’t contain her desire to experience and appreciate the fresh perspective of others and the diverse cultures of the world, which led her to become an adventurer. This makes her compatible with Saphir, who also possesses a “floaty” sensibility.
“They’re human—well, or maybe I should say me or elves—but they absolutely refuse to listen to advice. They must have so much to offer as dragons, and it’s not like helping others would take much effort.”
“But… is that really so cold?”
“I’m just saying they’re a bit cold. I don’t exactly want to rely on them either. It’s just that the way they keep their distance makes me feel like they’re not really my comrades.”
“Dragons can do too much with just a little effort, though. If you’re too nice to everyone, bad people might take advantage and things could get out of hand.”
“If they’re not stupid, then they should make their own judgments. …It feels like they look down on others behind their backs but never want to take responsibility.”
“That’s a bit… I think Saphir-kun is being paranoid. And if Saphir-kun feels that way, why don’t you just become a kind dragon?”
”…I know, but they treat me like a small fry no matter what. It seems like the people here are numb after dealing with those maids, and even though they know I’m a dragon, they still act a little dismissive.”
“That’s unavoidable. You still have a long life ahead of you, so why not take it slow and grow into an adult?”
”…I’m already over 40, though.”
Safur was born through recessive gene inheritance from human parents, so his biological father and mother are already elderly. It’s troubling how out of sync his human-like sense of life is.
Unlike elves, dragons don’t reach adolescence as quickly as humans and grow at a correspondingly slower pace. Safur, who was born with the body of an infant but the intelligence of someone older, had physical abilities comparable to a beastman, was quite frightening to others during his childhood.
However, while his self-awareness developed early, the way he was treated by others remained based on his appearance. As a result, his mental maturity didn’t progress much beyond what you’d expect from someone in their 40s.
If he looked young and was treated like a child, it was natural for him to act spoiled and have no sense of the physical decline that comes with age. He never had children of his own, nor did he carry any sense of parental responsibility.
It was inevitable that Safur’s mental development matched his appearance.
That’s precisely why he ended up overcompensating and jumping to conclusions, sometimes with a hint of naivety.
“Man, I can’t wait to be a proper adult. …Once I’m properly recognized, Rica too will be respected as a dragon rider, just like Andy, and the dragons will treat her with respect.”
“I don’t want that. I don’t want to do anything significant because of Safur-kun or other dragons. If I ended up having to take on all sorts of responsibilities like Smysen-san, I’d stop enjoying traveling.”
“Though that guy always seems to have fun no matter what he’s doing.” …Actually— Safur’s face turned red.
Even now, Andy would bring in some new beauty from somewhere, keep her naked and serve her up, often engaging in sex with her.
With his dragon’s keen senses, Safur could always hear what was going on, no matter where it happened.
Rica, who knew the intensity of Safful’s feelings and was also aware of Andy’s relationships with women, could roughly guess from Safful’s reaction. “Ah, uh…” “…Let’s not talk about him.”
“…But if I’m with Polka, I can’t exactly make him a taboo subject, can I…”
“…………It’s a shame he’s such a pervert. I mean, it’s true that he’s quite a big shot, though.”
Safful acknowledged Andy. He had been present during the battle in Rapaal and the decisive showdown in Karlwin.
But even now, Safful couldn’t fully accept Andy’s habit of indulging in affairs with women at will.
When it came to his relationships with women, Safful had knowledge but his understanding was childlike. He couldn’t empathize with how women would readily open themselves up to him, and while he could accept it as a form of power, he couldn’t understand it as love between a man and a woman.
Rica couldn’t help but smile at Safful’s attitude, which seemed to embody so many different meanings.
“Safful-kun, do you always listen to things like that about Mr. Smaysen?”
“Always…? Well, I mean, when he’s around Polka, he’s always doing it, so I can’t help but hear it…” That was unavoidable…
Safful fumbled over his words. He didn’t want to be seen as the perverted guy who always eavesdropped on Andy’s affairs.
Seeing Safful like this made Rica unable to stop smiling.
Though he was too young for a dragon, to humans, he was more than capable and reliable. Yet, in his human form, he looked just as youthful and innocent as one would expect, and seeing him flustered by such things was both endearing and adorable.
And as I thought about how much longer he would have to remain a “child” with such innocent reactions, I felt a bit uneasy.
Elves mature and become fertile in the same time frame as humans. But dragons are far beyond that. It’s pitiful.
Then I started wondering who would teach Saffle his first taste of pleasure… and the thought that it might be someone he doesn’t even know made me feel anxious.
Saffle feels indebted to Rika, relies on her, and considers her close. But for now, their relationship is more like that of a “neighborly older sister” or a close relative.
When Saffle becomes aware of his desires, will he consult Rika about how to resolve them?
I don’t know. He’s met many attractive women, including his own kind, in Polka.
Even though most of them are “Andy’s possessions,” could it be that Saffle would settle for one of them…? I couldn’t say that was impossible.
Thinking about it, even behind a smile, my chest felt tight, and a sense of urgency welled up inside me.
I wondered if he’d look down on me, but still, unable to resist the impulse, I whispered something indecent to Saffle.
“Hey, Saffle-kun… aren’t you curious about what Mr. Smysen and the others are up to?” “Eh…?” That much.
If Andy is always “doing” that much, wouldn’t it be acceptable?
In Polka. Between me and Saffle… now…
If it were me now, ailing but recovering from the scars of drugs…
Even if I seek the warmth of Safur… even if I use that as an excuse to give Safur pleasure. Would it be forgiven? ”…Want to try?” Whispering in his ear.
Safur gasps. Rika trembles slightly, feeling the guilt of violating the taboo of teaching a boy pleasure, yet also feeling her own body ache sweetly.
On the summer grassland, Safur lies down.
His lower half is already undressed, and what remains is a smooth, hairless boyhood cock.
It’s not something grandiosely called a “penis” or “shaft,” but rather something appropriately called “cock”—a cute urination tube slightly thicker than a finger.
Rika picked up the safura and gently stroked it. She wasn’t used to it, but after living for 60 years, she had some knowledge.
The earnest little thing thrust upward in her slightly cold hand, pointing toward the blue sky in the green grassy field, accepting the stimulation.
“Ri-Rika… Rika, I… I…” “What is it?” “Just… don’t laugh…”
“Yeah. I can’t promise anything, but if you’re not asking me to stop… I’ll listen.”
“So… you won’t stop…?”
“Yeah. …Because if you don’t ejaculate, Safuru-kun, I might go crazy.” “Wh-why is that…?” “I don’t know.”
With a faint smile on her lips, Rika mutters things she herself doesn’t fully understand, as if delirious with fever.
What is it? Is it an obsession with Safur’s cuteness? Is it ugly lust? Or possessiveness?
No matter which I choose, none of them feels quite right. But from the moment I grabbed Safur’s thing and couldn’t bring myself to let go without making him cum, it felt unbearably painful.
Safur, as expected of a dragon, has an elf-like, beautifully cute face, with an expression that mixes excitement, guilt, joy, and confusion.
Exposing himself shamefully, Safur lets Rika take control. The situation itself is unbearable.
“Rika… um… I…” “What is it…?”
“Can I… can I see your… breasts…?”
“Do you want to? In broad daylight… outside… asking me to show you my breasts?” “Ah… uh…”
While stroking his small thing, Rika speaks in a soft tone, cornering him.
Safur’s flustered face, as if he’s said something wrong, is unbearably adorable.
Feeling fluttery and excited, with her head tingling, Rika continues to caress Safur’s thing up and down. “You’re such a pervert, Safur-kun…” “I-I’m sorry…” “…It’s fine. I’ll show you.”
I want to remember the expression on Safur’s face when I whispered that.
The penis in my hand twitched, and then something touched the tip of my thumb.
”…Did you…? You haven’t even seen my breasts yet?” “Ahh… ah…” ”…That’s more like it.” “Ngh…!” Spinning around.
The beautiful boy, with a mix of joy, disappointment, shame, and impatience, made me unbearably fond of him. ”…Just one more time, okay?”
Whispering, I stood in front of Safur, who looked puzzled by what I was about to do. I began to take off my clothes.
In the middle of a vast grassland, in the heart of summer’s endless greenery…
Just for the sake of pleasing this one boy with a small, erect penis… I stripped down to my upper body and, as if to show off, tossed aside my skirt and panties, baring myself to the gentle summer breeze.
Deeper sin followed. My face, my ears grew unbearably hot and heavy with excitement.
I showed Safur my trembling naked body, turning around to display it… and then began stroking his penis again with my hand, now soaked in semen.
“Ahh… ah! Ah!”
“Let me show you… everything. Watch as I cum from your cock…? Not just a fantasy—me, really… okay?”
“R-Rica… ah, ahh…”
“I feel like I’m going crazy… What is it? It feels so good…♪”
Perhaps it’s a sense of fulfillment satisfying the boy’s nature. Or perhaps it’s the liberation of baring one’s desires.
It was just a time to rub the boy’s penis, and that feeling kept rising endlessly. As if stimulating her own erogenous zones, Rika’s nipples swelled shamelessly, and her clitoris, visible through her smooth crotch, hardened.
Their breaths mingled, and both were consumed with thoughts of the boy’s next ejaculation.
Her vision narrowed. Her excitement turned her vision red.
Together, they just breathed heavily, over and over, and then…
Spurt! Spurt, Slurp!!
“Waaaaah…………ck…!!”
Safur let out a high-pitched, girlish voice as she climaxed.
For a while, the two stayed like that, pressed together and motionless.
Then, suddenly, Rika couldn’t remember what she was doing.
She clutched herself, gathered her clothes, and hurriedly put them on. “Ri…Rica…?”
“Ah, um… S-Safur, you… I’m sorry… good work…”
I can’t remember what I was thinking just a few minutes ago. The moment the excitement faded, I realized I’d done something terrible.
Leaving Saphir, still unable to rise from the lingering pleasure, Rica hurriedly ran away from the scene.
Saphir could only stare in disbelief. (To be continued)