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)

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)

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)

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)