Chapter 702, "A Life That Isn't Special."
The town of Polka is always home to several Blue Dragons who are kept safe from excessive force under the orders of Andy Smison.
While Andy personally views it as a friendly request, for the dragons themselves, this isn’t just a favor. They see it as a gentle “command” by Andy and ultimately share the goal of protecting his female slaves and blood relatives from all harm.
Dragons don't trust human or elf communities very much.
They always have in mind the possibility of division and malice leading to collapse.
So they prioritize their protection based on an explicit hierarchy, with Andy at the top. As long as there's no significant opposition towards Andy in Polka right now, the town is generally protected.
Should such a movement arise, the dragons would distinguish between allies and enemies of Andy and use their power ruthlessly.
Led by Baron Duran Gout, they protect the local community around Andy flexibly... but ultimately, they have clear criteria for who to prioritize protecting.
If sentiment towards Andy in Polka were to sour in the future, the town would likely leave behind only the Smison family and female slaves before perishing. Despite how much its citizens or Andy might think otherwise, Polka was thriving under a rather cold arrangement indeed.

Amidst all this, the Blue Dragons have been secretly keeping an eye on Red Dragon boy Safur and his partner Elf Rika.
There are many unpredictable factors such as foreigners, Northern Elves, and naive cat-humanoids, but the most difficult one to deal with is Safur himself, who is a fellow dragon.
After all, among dragons, there's a shared sense of "power" that he lacks. He barely even considers how much chaos his kind can cause with their violence on other races.
Even though he’s young, such cases are rare, and if Safur acts out, the Blue Dragons will first protect the townspeople as if they were Andy's family members, punish him afterward, seek approval from Andy, and forcibly return him to the Dragon Palace for proper education.
No matter how many months or years it takes to find that palace, the Blue Dragons are determined to carry out their mission quietly but resolutely.
It doesn’t matter how much sorrow or resistance his partner Elf may feel; she is not directly related to Andy as the leader and does not have formal status as a Dragon Rider. To dragons, such individuals are considered "other" and unworthy of consideration.
How aware are Safur and Rika of being watched with such cold eyes? They might not understand at all.
Even so, other than Maya, the Blue Dragons see themselves as part of a system and wait for their moment to act.
Polka’s peace was maintained by a precarious balance.

"I sometimes think the dragons in this town are a bit cold, even though they're nice."

"Come on, Safur. Don't say that. They might hear you."

"If they have any complaints, they'll come and tell us. Then we can clear up any misunderstandings."

Safur was taking a walk with Rika around the outskirts of Polka during summer.

Rika was an elf who had become an adventurer and lived a life always on the move, which was quite unusual for her kind.

Elves generally valued their connections to the land more than anything else and spent their long lives protecting specific territories. Their curiosity about distant places often waned due to their long lifespans and a tendency to think that everything didn't need to happen right away, dulling their sense of time.

Rika was only sixty years old, still relatively immature for an elf, but she possessed a unique sensitivity to the strong impulses typical of shorter-lived races. While some elves were forced into wandering after their homelands were destroyed, Rika wasn't one of them. She simply had a fresh perspective that differed from others and couldn't resist the urge to see and experience various cultures around the world as an adventurer. That's why she got along well with Safur, who also possessed a unique sensibility.

"They never offer advice or help us out even though they're dragons. I think there are plenty of things they could advise on and lend a hand without much effort."

"Mmm... But is that really cold?"

"I'm just saying I feel a bit cold. I don't want to rely on them that much either, but this distance makes me think we're not really friends,"

"But dragons can do too many things with good intentions. If you make everyone happy, bad people might take advantage of you and cause trouble."

"If you're not stupid, then shouldn't you be able to judge for yourself? ...It feels like he thinks he's better than others but doesn't want any responsibility."

"That's a bit... I think Safur is just paranoid. Besides, if that's how you feel, why don't you try being a kind dragon?"

"...That's the thing though. No matter what, everyone treats me as a kid. These people are like they're still in shock from dealing with someone like Maya, so even when they know I'm a dragon, they still kind of look down on me."

"Well, there's nothing you can do about it. You've got plenty of life left to grow up slowly."

"...I'm already over forty though,"

Safur was born through genetic inheritance from his human parents and both his real father and mother were already old. His human-like sense of life seemed to be getting in the way.

Unlike elves, dragons didn't have a childhood that sped by like humans did; they grew up slower too. But Safur had grown mentally past his age while still being as small as an infant, with physical abilities comparable to those of beastmen. He was often treated weirdly when he was young.

Even though his self-awareness developed early on, people basically treated him according to how he looked, so his mental maturity didn't progress much beyond that of a human in their forties.

If I looked young and was treated like a kid, I’d end up being spoiled, and wouldn’t have the weariness of my senses due to physical decline. I couldn't take on the responsibility of having kids or be a parent either.
It made sense that Safur had a mental state fitting his appearance.
Because of this, he tried to act more mature than he was and often jumped to conclusions with an air of self-pity.
"I wish I could become an adult sooner... If they recognized me as a Dragon Rider like Andy, then the dragons would respect me just as much."
"I don’t want that. I have no desire to use Safur or any other dragon’s power for anything, and if I had to do everything like Smisson does, I wouldn't be able to enjoy my travels anymore."
"Still, he seems to be having fun doing whatever it is... Speaking of which..."
Safur blushed.
Right now, Andy was bringing in new women from somewhere, stripping them naked, and engaging in sex with them. With the dragons’ keen senses, they could hear him no matter where he did it while they were still in Polka.
Knowing Safur’s heightened senses and also knowing about Andy's womanizing ways, Rika had a pretty good idea of what was going on from his reaction.

“Ah, ah…”

“…Shall we not talk about him?”

“…But in Polka, I can’t really avoid talking about him either…”

“…………He’s just such a pervert. But he is kind of an important catch.”

Safur acknowledges Andy. He was present during the battle at Lapar and the decisive battle at Karlwin.

However, Safur still isn’t quite okay with how Andy indulges in random affairs with women whenever he feels like it.

He doesn’t understand Andy’s relationship with women either; while he has knowledge about it, his sense of it is that of a child, so he can’t empathize. Plus, even though he understands the power dynamics involved, he still can’t comprehend the romantic aspect of it.

Rica couldn’t help but chuckle at Safur’s typical attitude.

“Do you always listen to Mr. Smisson talk about this kind of stuff?”

“Well… Yeah, since Andy is really always doing that in Polka, I hear about it all the time… But there’s not much we can do about it…”

Saffir was flustered. He didn't want to be seen as the perverted guy always eavesdropping on Andy's affairs.
Rica couldn’t stop smiling at Saffir’s awkwardness. Though he was too young for a dragon, he was still impressive enough for any human. Yet when in his human form, he looked just like a kid and acted embarrassed about anything sexual, which made him endearing and cute.
Thinking that there were only so many years before such an innocent reaction would be replaced by the maturity of an adult, Rica felt a bit melancholic.
Elves reached adulthood after a period similar to humans. But dragons took far longer. It was sad.
And then she thought about who would teach Saffir his first pleasure… and worried that it might be someone he didn’t know at all.
Rica owed Saffir for saving her, relied on him, and felt close to him. Still, they were only like neighbors or distant relatives.
Would Saffir come to Rica when he realized his own sexual desires?
She wasn't sure. In Polka, he had met many attractive women, including those who belonged to Andy. Could she really say it was unlikely that he would choose one of them?

Thinking that way, a bitter feeling rose in my chest despite the smile on my face and anxiety began to set in. While fearing his contempt, I let my impulse take over and whispered something immoral into Safur's ear.

"Hey, Safur-kun... aren't you curious about what Smithson-san and the others are doing?"

"Eh...?"

Why so much? If Andy is doing it this much, shouldn’t that be okay?

For me. For myself and for Safur. ...Right now.

Now that I’m afraid of drug addiction and am still recovering from my illness...

If I seek out Safur’s warmth... if I give him pleasure under the pretense of something else...

Wouldn't it be okay?

“…Shall we give it a try?”
She whispers in his ear. Saffur gasps, and Rika trembles slightly at the taboo of teaching this boy pleasure, feeling her own body sweetly ache.

Saffur lies down on the grassy field under the summer sky.
Rika strips him from the waist down, revealing an unerect penis that’s only a little thicker than his fingers—a cute urethra that seems more fitting to call “dick” rather than pretentious terms like “cock,” “shaft,” or “erection.”
She takes it in her hand and gently strokes it. She isn’t experienced; she just has the knowledge of someone who’s lived for sixty years.
The earnest little dick thrusts up as far as it can against her slightly cold hand, accepting stimulation amidst the green grass under the blue sky.
“R-Rika… Rika, I’m…”
“What is it?”

“Th-that… don’t laugh…”

“I won’t. I can’t promise, but if it’s not to stop… I’ll listen.”

“You-you won’t even consider stopping?”

“Nope. …If Safur doesn’t cum for me, I think I’m going to go crazy.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

With a faint smile, Rika said something she didn’t quite understand herself, as if in a daze.

What was it? A fixation on Safur’s cuteness? Or her own ugly lust? Or perhaps an obsessive desire for him?

None of them felt right. But ever since she had grabbed his cock, the idea of letting go without making him cum seemed unbearably difficult to do.

Safur looked like a dragon, but he was even prettier than an elf. His face showed a mix of arousal and guilt, joy and confusion.

Pathetically exposing his lower half, he left it to Rika.

The situation itself was unbearable.

“Rika… um… I…”

“What is it?”

“Is it bad… if I look at your… b-boobs…?”

“…Do you want to? In the middle of the day… out here… do you want me to show them?”

“A-ah… uh…”

While stroking his small penis, Rika teased him with a soft tone.

Safuru looked away in embarrassment as if he had said something naughty, and it was unbearably cute.

Rika felt her heart fluttering, her head buzzing with excitement as she continued to stroke Safuru’s penis up and down.

“Safuru-kun, you’re a pervert...”

“…s-sorry…”

“…It’s okay, I’ll show you.”

Rika thinks she will never forget Safuru’s expression when he whispered those words.

His penis twitched in her hand and something landed on her thumb.

“…Did it come out? Even though you haven’t seen my breasts yet?”

“Aa...aa…”

“…So-lo-o.”

“H-Huh!”

It spun around.

Ecstatic, disappointed, embarrassed, frustrated—every expression on the beautiful boy’s face is irresistibly endearing.

“…Just one more time.”

She whispers this as she strips in front of Safuru, who looks confused. On a simple grassy plain, amidst endless summer greenery.

For just one boy with an erect little penis…

To give him something to look at, she disrobes from the top half of her body and then, for his benefit, removes her skirt and underwear, revealing herself in all her naked glory to the gentle breeze of midday.

Sin upon sin. Her face flushes hotly as she becomes more and more aroused.

She shows Safuru her trembling nude form, turning around so he can see… Then, with hands slicked with semen, she starts jerking him off again.

“U, uahh… a, ah…”

“I’ll show you everything… of me. Watch while I make you cum…? Not just in your imagination, but really…?”

“R-Rika… a, ahh…”

“It’s getting weird… I wonder, am I… feeling good…♪”
Was it the satisfaction of fulfilling his boyhood? Or was it the relief of letting go of one's desires?
The time spent just rubbing and stimulating him seemed to heighten their arousal. Rica had her nipples swollen with blood as if she were teasing herself, and her clitoris in her hairless crotch was erect.
Their breaths mixed together, both filled with anticipation for his next ejaculation.
Their field of vision narrowed. The excitement made everything look red.
Huffing only breaths, the two continued to overlap them, and then—
Pshh!! Pshhh, pshhhh!!
“Uaaaahhh…………ck…!!”
Safuru let out a high-pitched girl-like scream as he came.

For a while, they remained motionless, their bodies pressed together.

And then, Rika suddenly couldn’t remember what she had been doing.
She quickly gathered her clothes and put them on in a panic.
“Ri… Rika…?”
“A-ah… S-Safu, you… I-I’m sorry… thank you.”
Just minutes ago, she didn’t know what was going through her mind. The moment the excitement passed, she realized just how terrible of a thing she had done.
Leaving Safu still too dazed to get up from the afterglow, Rika hurriedly ran away from the scene.
Safu could only stare in shock.

(To be continued)

This story takes place around the events of Chapter 702, "An Ordinary Life."

The town of Polka always hosts several Blue Dragons, protected from excessive military force by the orders of Andy Smymson.
While Andy's personal intention is that these are requests made through friendly relations, that is not how the dragons perceive it. They recognize it as a gentle "command" from Andy, and ultimately share a supreme mission: to protect Andy's female slaves and his kin from all others.
Dragons do not place much trust in the loose community of humans and elves. They are always mindful of the possibility of fragmentation or collapse through malice. Therefore, with Andy as the top of their hierarchy, they have determined whom to protect based on a clearly defined order of priority.
As of now, because the people of Polka have no intention of opposing Andy, the town is broadly protected. If such a movement were to arise, the dragons would distinguish between Andy's allies and his enemies, exercising their power with cold, resolute will.
They appear to be flexibly protecting the local society, headed by Baron Duran Goot, with Andy at its center—but in reality, they have clearly defined and shared exactly such criteria for judgment.
If the flow of emotion toward Andy were ever to turn sour in the future, Polka would perish, leaving behind only the Smymson family and the female slaves. Even now, Polka flourishes in a state far colder than the townspeople or Andy might imagine.

In the midst of this, the Blue Dragons have been secretly keeping a close eye on Saful, a young Red Dragon, and his partner, the elf Rica.
While there are many uncertain factors requiring judgment—such as foreigners, Northern Elves, or the naive Beastmen—the most difficult was the dragon himself, being of their own kind. After all, he lacks the innate sense of "power" that most dragons share. He has almost no awareness of how much a dragon's violence could disrupt other races.
Such a case is quite rare, even for a child, so the dragons have arranged a contingency plan: should Saful engage in problematic behavior, they will first treat the "townspeople" as Andy's kin and protect them; after punishing Saful, they will seek Andy's approval and forcibly return him to the Dragon Palace, his rightful educational authority.
The Blue Dragons are resolved to carry this out even if it takes months or years to locate that Palace. To them, it does not matter how much grief or resistance his elven companion may show. Those who have no direct relationship with their leader, Andy, and hold no formal status as dragon riders, are merely "others" to a dragon—not worth consideration.
How much do the two realize they are being watched with such a grim eye? They might not understand it at all.
Even so, all the Blue Dragons—aside from Maia—define themselves as a system, waiting for the moment when action must be taken.
The peace of Polka was being maintained on a precarious balance.

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"The dragons in this town are nice and all, but sometimes I can't help but think they're a bit cold."

"You shouldn't say things like that, Saful. They might be listening, you know?"

"If they had a problem with it, they’d come tell me. Then I’d just tell them it was a misunderstanding."

Saful was strolling through the outskirts of Polka with Rica on a summer afternoon.
Rica was an elf, but an adventurer—a rarity who lived a life of constant travel.
Normally, elves place the highest value on their connection to the land, spending their long lives protecting specific territories. The curiosity to look far afield is often suppressed by the lack of impulse inherent in their long lifespans—to put it simply, a sluggish sense of time where they feel there is "no need for anything to happen right now."
Though Rica was only sixty—a stage of life considered immature even for an elf—her strength of impulse, much like that of a short-lived species, was exceptional.
While some elves are forced into wandering because their homelands were destroyed, that wasn't the case for Rica. She simply possessed a fresh perspective, different from those around her, and an irrepressible desire to see and taste the various cultures of the world, which led her to become an adventurer. Because of this, she got along well with Saful, who also possessed an "out of place" sensibility.

"They—and I mean humans, and elves like us too—they never try to give me advice. Since they're dragons, I think there's plenty they could advise others on, and plenty of things they could help with without much effort."

"Hmm... but is that really 'cold'?"

"I'm just saying it's a little cold. It's not like I'm looking to rely on them all that much. It's just... that distance makes me feel like we're not really comrades."

"But dragons can do so much with very little effort. If they were kind to everyone, bad people might take advantage of them, and things could get terrible."

"If they aren't fools, I think they should be able to make those judgments themselves. ...It feels like they're looking down on everyone else in their hearts, but they absolutely don't want to take any responsibility."

"That's a bit... I think you're just being paranoid, Saful. Besides, if that's how you feel, why not just become a kind dragon yourself?"

"...I'd like to, but because I'm a runt, everyone just treats me like a kid. The people here are so desensitized by someone like Maia that even when they know I'm a dragon, they still kind of underestimate me."

"That can't be helped. You have a long life ahead of you, so you can just take your time growing up."

"...I'm already over forty."

Because Saful was born to human parents via atavism, his biological father and mother were already elderly. This gave him a somewhat human sense of time.
Unlike elves, a dragon's childhood does not proceed at a human pace; their growth is considerably slower. However, Saful—whose body remained the size of an infant while his intelligence was that of someone much older, and whose physical abilities were on par with Beastmen—had been viewed with great dread during his early years.
Yet, even though his self-awareness developed early, the way those around him treated him was fundamentally based on his outward appearance. As a result, his mental maturity had not progressed as far as a human in their forties.

If one's physical form is young and those around them treat them like a child, they inevitably end up acting spoiled, and there is no erosion of sensitivity caused by physical decline. Without having children of one's own, there is no sense of parental responsibility either.
It was only natural that Safuru’s mental maturity matched his outward appearance.
Precisely because of that, he occasionally overreached, and his hasty judgments were often laced with a certain dependence.

"I wish I could become a full-fledged adult soon... If I could get properly recognized, Rika, you'd be a Dragon Rider too, and the dragons would respect you just as much as they do Andy."

"I don't desire something like that. I don't want to use the strength of you, Safuru, or the other dragons to accomplish anything. If I had to take on all those responsibilities like Mr. Smymson, I wouldn't be able to enjoy my travels anymore."

"That guy seems to enjoy himself no matter what he's doing, though... I mean..."

Safuru’s face flushed red.
Even now, Andy was constantly bringing new beauties from somewhere, surrounding himself with multiple naked women, and—more often than not—engaging in sex.
With a dragon's keen senses, as long as one was in Polka, one could hear it happening wherever it took place.
Knowing the strength of Safuru's senses and having heard much about Andy's romantic affairs, Rika could guess exactly what was happening from Safuru's reaction.

"A-Ah..."

"...Let's drop the subject of him, then."

"...But, as long as we're in Polka, we can't really make him a taboo subject, can we...?"

"......The only flaw is that he truly is a lewd bastard. Even though it's a fact that he is quite a big deal, nonetheless."

Safuru acknowledged Andy. He had been present for the battle at Lapar and the final showdown at Carlwin.
However, he still could not reconcile the fact that Andy continued to indulge in affairs with any woman he could get his hands on.
While he possessed the knowledge regarding women, his sensibilities were still at a child's level, so he could not empathize with the mechanics of it; and while he could accept the way women would successively open their legs in submission as a form of power, he could not understand it as romantic love.
Rika could only give a wry smile at such a "typical" attitude from Safuru.

"Safuru, do you always... listen to things like that about Mr. Smymson?"

"When you say 'always'... well, since he's always doing it while he's in Polka, I do hear it... but there's no helping it..."

Safuru stammered. He didn't want to be thought of as a pervert who was constantly eavesdropping on Andy's trysts.

Rika could not stop smiling at the sight of him.
Though he was far too young for a dragon, he was plenty reliable by human standards; yet, when in his human form, the way he acted like a child appropriate to his appearance—and the way he grew flustered by erotic things—was both endearing and precious.
And yet, when she thought about how many more years he would have to remain an innocent "child," his small crotch swelling with such reactions, she felt a slight pang of unease.
Elves reach adulthood and become capable of reproduction in a timeframe similar to humans. For dragons, that time is much, much further away. It was pitiable.

Then, the thought occurred to her: who would be the one to teach someone like Safuru his first pleasure? The realization that it might be some unknown person filled her with a sense of urgency.
Rika felt a sense of gratitude toward Safuru for saving her; she relied on him, and intended to be close to him. But for now, their distance was more like that of a "big sister from the neighborhood"... or a close relative.
When Safuru became aware of his own sexual desires, would he consult Rika on how to satisfy them?
She didn't know. In Polka, he was destined to meet many attractive women, including those of his own kind.
Even if many of them were essentially Andy's "possessions," could she say it was impossible for the flow of events to lead to Safuru settling for one of them?
Thinking this, her chest tightened behind her smile, and anxiety took hold.
Worrying that she might be despised, she let her impulses take over... and whispered something immoral to Safuru.

"Hey, Safuru. ...Are you... curious about what Mr. Smymson and the others are doing?"

"Eh...?"

So much.
If Andy was "doing it" so incessantly, then perhaps it would be permitted.
Here in Polka. Between herself and Safuru. ...Right now.
As someone currently recovering, still haunted by the scars of the drug.
Even if she sought Safuru's warmth... even if she gave him pleasure under such a pretext.
Perhaps... it would be permitted.

"...Want to try?"
I whisper into his ear.
Saphul gasps. Rika feels a sweet ache deep within her, trembling slightly at the immorality of committing the taboo of teaching a young boy pleasure.

In a meadow under the summer sky, Saphul lies on his back.

His lower half has been undressed, revealing a boyish member that has not yet even grown hair.

Rather than using pretentious words like "member," "shaft," or "erection," the term "little penis" feels most appropriate for this cute, urethra slightly thicker than a finger.

Rika takes hold of Saphul's small part and strokes it gently. She is by no means experienced. However, after living for sixty years, one tends to accumulate knowledge.

The earnest little thing thrusts toward the heavens with all its might within her slightly cold hand, accepting the stimulation as it points toward the blue sky amidst the green grass.

"Ri... Rika... Rika, I... I'm..."

"...What is it?"

"Um... d-don't laugh..."

"I can't promise that... but as long as you don't tell me to stop, I'll listen."

"So... the only thing you won't do is stop...?"

"Yeah. ...Because if you don't ejaculate, Saphul-kun, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind."

"...W-why?"

"I don't know."

With a faint smile, Rika speaks words she doesn't quite understand herself, as if possessed by a fever.

What could it be? An obsession with Saphul's loveliness? A hideous lust? A desire for possession?

None of them feel quite right. It is simply that from the moment she gripped his small part, she began to feel that letting go without letting him finish would be far too painful to endure.

True to his Dragon heritage, Saphul possesses a lovely face even more refined than an Elf's, and his expression is a mixture of excitement and guilt, ecstasy and confusion.

Exposing his pathetic lower half, leaving everything in Rika's hands.

The sheer situation itself is irresistible.

"Rika... um... I..."

"What is it...?"

"Your... b-breasts... am I... not allowed to look?"

"...You want to? In the middle of the day... out in the open... you're asking me to show you my breasts?"

"Ah, augh...!"

While stroking his small member, Rika corners him with a soft tone.

Saphul, looking away as if ashamed of having said something forbidden, is so adorable she can hardly bear it.

Feeling a floating sensation and an excitement that makes the back of her head throb, Rika continues to caress his small part up and down.

"You really are a pervert, Saphul-kun..."

"...I-I'm sorr..."

"...It's okay. I'll show you."

Rika thinks she wants to remember the expression on Saphul's face at that moment for the rest of her life.

His member twitches in her hand, and then something brushes against her thumb.

"...Did you come? And you haven't even seen my breasts yet?"

"Ah... ahhh...!"

"...Sloooowly..."

"Mmgh...!"

Round and round.

The way this beautiful boy displays a kaleidoscope of expressions—joy, disappointment, shame, frustration—is unbearably lovely.

"...Just one more time."

Whispering those words in front of Saflu, who looked utterly confused, Rika began to undress.

In the middle of an open meadow. In the heart of an endless expanse of summer greenery.

Solely to please the eyes of a single boy whose small penis was erect... she bared her upper body, and then, as if to put her on display, she cast aside her skirt and her panties, exposing her naked, newborn form to the gentle summer breeze.

One transgression after another. Her face and ears grew boundlessly hot and heavy with excitement.

Displaying her trembling, naked body to Saflu, spinning around to show him everything... and then, with hands slick with semen, she began to stroke Saflu's penis once again.

"Ugh, ugh... ah, ah...!"

"I'll show you... everything... I'll show you all... So, while you watch, ejaculate... for me... not in a fantasy, but with the real me... okay?"

"Ri... Rika... a, ah...!"

"I feel like I'm going to lose it... I don't know why, but... I feel so good too...♪"

Was it the sense of fulfillment from satisfying the boy's sexuality? Or the sense of liberation from exposing her own desires?

It was a time spent doing nothing but rubbing the boy's penis. That alone drove her arousal to infinite heights. As if stimulating her own erogenous zones, Rika's nipples became lewdly engorged, and her clitoris, peeking from her hairless crotch, grew erect.

Their breaths intertwined, as both of them became consumed by thoughts of the boy's next ejaculation.

Her vision narrowed. Her vision turned crimson with excitement.

With nothing but their heavy, overlapping gasps... and then.

Splurt!! Splurt, spurt!!

"Uwaaaaaah...!! Gasp...!!"

Saflu let out a high-pitched, girl-like cry as he reached his climax.

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For a while, they remained as they were, pressed against each other, motionless.

Then, Rika suddenly lost all sense of what she had been doing.

She lunged to gather her clothes, hurriedly pulling them back on.

"Ri... Rika...?"

"U-Um... Sa-Saflu... I, I'm sorry... Good job."

She couldn't remember what she had been thinking only a few minutes ago. The moment the excitement ebbed, the realization hit her: she had done something truly outrageous.

Leaving Saflu behind, unable to even sit up amidst the afterglow of pleasure, Rika fled the scene in a panic.

Saflu could do nothing but stare, stunned.

(To be continued)

Around the time of Chapter 702, "An Unremarkable Life," things were as follows.

The town of Polka was constantly visited by several Bronze Dragons, protected from excessive force by Andy Smythson's orders.

While Andy personally framed it as a friendly request, the dragons didn’t see it that way. They recognized it as Andy’s gentle “command,” and ultimately shared the supreme imperative of protecting his female slaves and blood relatives above all else.

The dragons didn’t particularly trust the human or elven communities, which were more like loose affiliations. They always kept the possibility of division and collapse through malice in mind.

That’s why they prioritized who to protect, with Andy himself at the top of the hierarchy, followed by others in a clearly ranked order.

For now, Polka as a whole wasn’t hostile toward Andy, so it was broadly protected. But if any such movement arose, Andy’s allies and enemies would be sharply distinguished, and the dragons’ power would be wielded with ruthless intent.

Baron Duran Goot led the regional community that vaguely surrounded Andy, flexibly protecting them… or at least, that’s how it appeared. In reality, they had clearly defined and shared those judgment criteria.

If the flow of sentiment toward Andy ever turned negative, Polka would be destroyed, leaving behind only the Smythson family and their female slaves. More coldly than the townspeople or even Andy realized, Polka was thriving in a precarious balance.

Amidst all this, the Bronze Dragons were secretly keeping a close eye on the young Red Dragon, Safur, and his elven partner, Rika.

There were many uncertain factors requiring judgment—foreigners, Northern Elves, naive beastfolk—but the most difficult was another dragon like himself. After all, he lacked the sensitivity to the “power” that most dragons shared. He barely understood how much a dragon’s violence could disrupt other races.

Even for someone so young, such cases were rare. If Safur acted out, the plan was to first protect the “townspeople,” treating them as Andy’s kin, then punish Safur, get Andy’s approval, and forcibly send him back to Dragon Palace, his rightful place of education—no matter how long it took to find it.

The Bronze Dragons were resolute in carrying out this plan.

Even if his elven partner grieved or rebelled, that was irrelevant. Anyone without a direct relationship with the Overlord Andy, or without official status as a Dragon Rider, was “other” to the dragons and unworthy of consideration.

How much did they realize they were being watched with such cold scrutiny?

They might not understand at all.

Even so, the Bronze Dragons—except for Maya—defined themselves as a system and waited for the moment to act.

The peace of Polka was maintained by a fragile balance.

"You know, these dragons in town are nice, but sometimes I think they’re a little cold," Safur said.

"Stop saying things like that, Safur. You never know who’s listening."

"If they have a problem, they’ll come and say it. Then I can tell them they were wrong."

Safur was walking through the outskirts of Polka with Rika in the summer heat.

Rika was an elf who was also an adventurer—a rare breed, living a life of constant travel.

Normally, elves valued their ancestral lands above all else, spending their long lives protecting specific territories. Their curiosity about distant places was often outweighed by the low intensity of their impulses, due to their long lifespans—basically, a dull sense of time that made them think nothing needed to be done "right now."

Rika was still relatively immature for an elf at 60 years old, but she possessed an exceptional strength of short-lived species’ impulses.

Some elves are forced to wander after their homelands are destroyed, but Rika wasn’t one of them. She simply had a fresh sensibility that differed from those around her, and an irresistible desire to see and experience the world’s various cultures. That’s why she got along with Safur, who also possessed an "out-of-place" sensibility.

"They never offer advice… I mean, not just humans, but even me or elves too. Since they’re dragons, I think there are tons of things they could advise us on, and lots of ways they could help without much effort."

"Hmm… But isn’t that kind of cold?"

"I’m just saying it’s a little cold. It’s not like I want to rely on them that much. But that kind of distance makes me feel like we’re not really comrades, you know?"

"But dragons can do so much with just a small gesture. If they act friendly to everyone, bad people might take advantage and cause trouble."

"If they’re not idiots, they should make those judgments themselves… It feels like they secretly think other people are stupid but still want to take all the responsibility."

"That’s a little… I think you’re being paranoid, Safur. Besides, if you feel that way, why don’t you just become a kinder dragon?"

"...I know, but it’s because I’m small, so everyone treats me like a kid. These guys are all messed up from Maya or something, and even though they know I’m a dragon, they still look down on me a little."

"It can't be helped. You've still got a long life ahead of you, so you can take your time growing up."
"...I'm already over forty, though."
Safur was born through skipped-generation inheritance from human parents, so his real father and mother are already old. The human sense of life just doesn't quite fit.
Unlike elves, dragons don't have a childhood that progresses at a human pace; their growth is also slower. But Safur, whose body remained the size of a baby while his intelligence was that of someone his age or older, and whose physical abilities were on par with beastmen, was often regarded as creepy when he was little.
However, even though his self-awareness developed early, he was still treated according to his appearance, so in the end, his spiritual maturity hadn't progressed much beyond a human's forties.
Since his appearance is young and he's treated like a child, he ends up being spoiled, and since his senses haven't dulled due to physical decline, he doesn't have the responsibilities of parenthood or the weight of parental duty.
It was inevitable that Safur would have the mentality of someone his age.
That's why he also tries to act older than he is, and makes hasty assumptions with a hint of wanting to be taken care of.
"I wish I could become a full-fledged adult soon. If I were properly recognized, Rika could be a Dragon Rider like that Andy, and the dragons would respect her just as much."
"I don't want any of that. I don't want to use Safur-kun's or other dragons' power to do something. If I had to do all sorts of things like Smisson-san, I wouldn't be able to enjoy traveling anymore."
"That guy seems to enjoy whatever he does... But, you know..."
Safur's face turned red.
Even now, Andy is constantly bringing new beautiful women from somewhere and having them serve him naked, often engaging in sex with them.
With a dragon's sharp senses, he can hear what Andy is doing no matter where he is, as long as he's in Polka.
Knowing Safur's strong senses and also being aware of Andy's womanizing ways, Rika guessed what was on his mind from his reaction.
"Ah, uh..."
"...Let's not talk about him."
"...But when I'm in Polka, I can't exactly make him a taboo subject..."
"...Seriously, the only thing that's holding him back is how perverted he is. It's true that he's quite an important figure, though."
Safur acknowledges Andy. He witnessed the battle in Rapal and the final showdown in Carlwin.
But he still can't fully accept Andy's indiscriminate indulgence in affairs with women.
His understanding of relationships is also lacking; he has knowledge but his feelings are like a child's, so he can't empathize, and while he can understand it as a form of power, he can't grasp it as romantic love between men and women.
Rika couldn't help but smile wryly at Safur's attitude, which was "typical" of him in many ways.
"Safur-kun, do you always listen to Smisson-san like that?"
"Always... Well, yeah, when I'm in Polka, he's always doing it, so I can't help but hear it... It's unavoidable..."
Safur stammered. He didn't want to be seen as a perverted guy who's always eavesdropping on Andy's affairs.
Rika couldn't stop smiling at Safur's reaction.
He's too young to be a dragon, but he's more than reliable enough for an ordinary person. Yet, when he's in human form, he still acts like a child and is awkward about sexy things, which is both adorable and endearing.
And thinking about how many more years he has to remain a "child" with such innocent reactions makes her feel a little frustrated.
Elves mature and become capable of reproduction within a human timeframe. But dragons are much further from that. It's pitiful.
And then she thinks about who will be the one to teach this Safur his first pleasure... and the thought that it might be some random stranger makes her anxious.
Rika feels indebted to Safur for saving her, relies on him, and considers herself close to him. But right now, their relationship is more like that of a "neighborly older sister" or a close relative.
Will Safur consult Rika when he becomes aware of his own sexual desires?
She doesn't know. He's met many attractive women in Polka, including those of his own kind.
Even though most of them are Andy's "possessions," can she say that there's no chance that Safur might try to settle for one of them...?

Thinking that, a tightness gripped her chest even behind the smile, and a sense of urgency welled up.

Even as she wondered if she’d be despised, on impulse… she whispered something immoral to Saffir.

"Hey, Saffir… aren’t you curious about what Smyson and the others are doing?"

"Huh…?"

That much.
If Andy was doing that so often, wouldn’t it be permissible?
With this polka. With her and Saffir. …Now.
With her, recovering from illness and still trembling at the memory of drugs.
Even if she sought Saffir’s warmth… even if she gave him pleasure under such a pretext.
Wouldn’t it be allowed?
"…Want to try?"

She whispered in his ear.
Saffir gasped. Rika, trembling slightly with the transgression of teaching a boy pleasure, felt her own body tingle sweetly.

On the summer grassland, Saffir lay down.

His lower half was bare, revealing what looked like a boy’s penis—still without any hair.

Not some pretentious term like writhe, member, or erection, but simply "penis"—a cute little urination tube only slightly thicker than her finger.

Rika took it in her hand and stroked it gently. She wasn’t practiced, of course. But after living sixty years, she had acquired knowledge.

The earnest little penis strained toward the heavens as much as it could within her slightly cold grasp, accepting stimulation while pointing at the blue sky through the green grass.

"Ri-Rika… Rika… me… me…"

"…What is it?"

"Th-that… d-don’t laugh…"

"Yeah. I can’t promise anything, but… I’ll listen to anything except if you tell me to stop."

"W-won’t you stop at all?"

"No. …If Saffir doesn’t come, I feel like I’ll go crazy."

"…W-why?"

"I don’t know."

A faint smile flickered across Rika’s face as she spoke things she didn’t fully understand, as if in a fever dream.
What was it? An obsession with Saffir’s cuteness? A grotesque lust? Possessiveness?
None of them quite fit. All she knew was that from the moment she’d taken Saffir’s penis in her hand, she couldn’t bear to let go without making him come.

Saffir wore a face as refined as an elf—more so than most elves—and his expression was a mix of excitement, guilt, joy, and confusion.

His lower half shamelessly exposed, leaving it all up to Rika.

The situation itself was irresistible.

"Rika… um… me…"

"What is it…?"

"A-Are you… not supposed to look at Ri-Rika’s… breasts?"

"…You want to see? In the middle of the day… out here, telling me to show you my boobs?"

"A-ah…!"

While stroking his small dick, Rika pressed him with a soft tone.

Safur’s adorable face turned away in embarrassment, as if he’d said something wrong.

Rika felt a fluffy, tingling excitement as she continued to stroke Safur’s dick up and down.

"Safur-kun, you’re such a pervert…"

"…S-sorry…"

"…It’s okay, I’ll show you."

Rika wanted to remember Safur’s expression at that moment forever.

His dick twitched in her hand, then something landed on her thumb.

"...You came already? Before even seeing my boobs?"

"A-ah…!"

"...Again…"

"!!"

Round and round.
The beautiful boy’s shifting expressions—joy, disappointment, shame, frustration—were utterly endearing.
"...Just one more time."

Whispering, Rika stripped in front of Safur, who looked utterly bewildered.
Just a plain meadow. In the middle of endless summer green.
For the sake of entertaining the eyes of just one little boy with his dick hard, she bared her upper body, then flung off her skirt and panties, exposing her natural form to the gentle summer breeze.

Transgression upon transgression. Her face, her ears, burned and weighed down with endless heat from excitement.

She showed Safur her trembling naked body, spun around for him to see… and then began stroking his dick again with her semen-slicked hand.

"U-uh… a-ah…!"

"I’ll show you everything about me…? You’re gonna come while watching me? Not just fantasizing, but with me… right?"

"R-Rika… a-ah…!"

"I feel like I’m gonna go crazy… what is it, even I’m feeling good…♪"

Was it the satisfaction of fulfilling the boy’s desire? Or the liberation of exposing her own?
Just the time spent rubbing against his dick. It drove her wild. As if she were stimulating her own erogenous zones, Rika’s nipples flushed shamelessly, and her clitoris peeking from her hairless crotch swelled.

Their breaths mingled, both minds filled with anticipation for the boy’s next release.
Her vision narrowed. The edges of her sight bled red with excitement.
Haa, haa—just breaths overlapping, and then…
Spurt! Spurt, spurt, spurt!

"Uwaaaaa…! …Guh…!!"

Safur screamed in a high-pitched voice, reaching climax.

For a while, they remained still, their bodies pressed together.

Then, Rika suddenly lost track of what she’d just done.

She clutched at herself, gathering her clothes and scrambling to cover up.

“Ri… Rika…?”

“Ah, um… Sa… Saffir… I’m so sorry… good night.”

Just minutes ago, she couldn’t even remember what she’d been thinking. The moment the excitement faded, she realized she’d done something outrageous.

Leaving Saffir still reeling from pleasure and unable to move, Rika fled the scene in a panic.

Saffir could only stare in stunned silence.

(To be continued)

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)