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)