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.
“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.
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)