Chapter 152
Chapter 152
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 152
Chapter Title: The Dragon's Possessiveness
The most inherent characteristic a dragon possessed was an intense sense of ownership that could not even be compared to other races.
This was the fundamental reason they created lairs to collect and protect treasures,
and it also became the catalyst for them to invade and destroy kingdoms or create new stories and legends while enjoying their amusements.
And,
"Wh-why do I need to know about your body? There's no need to..."
it was also the reason Victoria felt a wicked desire to corrupt the innocent boy before her according to her own whims.
"...I think we'll need the imagination and creativity that only a child possesses this time."
Victoria's irises narrowed vertically, glistening with desire.
Lies flowed out smoothly.
There were surely other ways—like asking Astal's mother, Celine, for detailed information about dragons and requesting an illusion spell.
"Since fear fundamentally stems from the unknown, I think seeing it from a pure boy's perspective, rather than an adult's, would evoke a more primal, raw emotion."
How could such a vulgar excuse be coming from her own mouth?
It was the complete opposite of the reputation and actions Victoria had built up as a Saint, sending a shiver of thrilling delight down her spine.
"And, you can use magic too, can't you, Astal? You're skilled enough that we wouldn't necessarily need to ask your mother."
"Th-that's true, but..."
"Surely you're not... afraid of dragons? I didn't think you'd be such a coward."
*Smirk.*
Without changing her expression one bit, Victoria gently coaxed the young Astal.
She knew that, for a boy his age, pride was more important than anything.
Since long ago, as a Saint, Victoria had been adept at caring for orphanage children and moving people's hearts.
"No! I'm not scared of dragons at all! I actually think they're cool and I like them... eek."
Now, she could guide this young Astal to fall into a trap of his own making.
"Is that really true? Then there's no need for you to decline."
Once it had come this far, there was no turning back.
He had already declared with his own mouth that he liked dragons, and any grounds for refusal had vanished.
Even if Astal had said he was afraid of dragons, she had already maneuvered him into giving only the answer she wanted.
"Victoria will tell you gently and kindly... all about dragons."
Victoria smiled slyly as she spoke, recalling the memory of Astal saying he someday wanted to tame a dragon as a familiar.
So it was true that he'd dreamed of being a dragon knight when he was young.
How could a man be so consistently pure and adorable? She finally understood why people said men were just boys grown up.
"......!!!"
"It's okay to put your finger in deep.... See for yourself how a dragon is different from an ordinary human."
As she spoke, Victoria guided the young Astal's finger into her own slick mouth.
"L-like this..."
Victoria's pronunciation, with her mouth full of his saliva-dampened finger, was hot and slurred.
Her expression had softened slightly.
For a dragon, the moment of happiness was when a being they cherished so dearly became completely their possession.
Conversely, if anyone else were to touch or harm Astal, she would lose her reason and rampage.
Victoria now understood why there were legends of kingdoms being destroyed by dragons, and why her mother had chosen to cut off her own horns.
"Huuu.... Haaah..."
Victoria used her long, soft tongue to envelop Astal's finger, pressing it firmly to let him feel the difference.
"I-is it real...?"
The young Astal's face was initially colored with shock and bewilderment, but that emotion gradually changed to wonder.
"It's a bit damp and smooth... it's definitely different..."
A body part that was softer, more flexible, and more elastic than a human's stimulated the boy's curiosity.
For a boy who was a natural-born mage and admired dragons, simply meeting a half-blood and having this experience was special in itself.
Soon, Astal was even showing boldness, lightly pulling on Victoria's tongue as if handling a new toy.
"......"
Celine silently watched the scene for a moment, then stepped outside the room, thinking she might be a disturbance to the two.
She had thought about arranging a separate opportunity for them to get closer, in case they were hiding their feelings and maintaining a stifling relationship.
But it seemed that wouldn't be necessary.
"The teeth are different too, right? The fangs could be sharp.... Be careful."
"Y-yes..."
Seeing Victoria seducing Astal like this made her think that seeing a grandchild early wouldn't be so far-fetched.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The young Astal had a thought as he looked at Victoria up close for the first time.
She was definitely beautiful to a degree that set her apart from ordinary people.
To exaggerate a bit, she was as beautiful as if the goddess of beauty had painstakingly carved her stroke by stroke,
and to be objective, it was like looking at exquisite glasswork, inspiring a sense of awe.
It was almost enough to make him believe that a Saint from a fairy tale—or perhaps a fairy or goddess—really existed.
'At first, I thought she wasn't a living person...'
Even as his finger grew slick with her scent and saliva, the young Astal was checking, one by one, whether she was truly a living, breathing human.
The impression Astal had when he first met Victoria was that she was a woman who had been attacked by monsters and died, her clothes in tatters.
Of course, he had no way of knowing that the exposure was actually to seduce his future, adult self.
Unless, perhaps, he thought she was just a crazy woman who normally walked around in scraps of cloth.
"Nuna, now that I look, your eyes are unusual too, aren't they? They sparkle like stars in the night sky..."
Without realizing it, the young Astal voiced the impression that came to him as he gazed into Victoria's captivating eyes.
Eyes with irises that sparkled and shimmered as if the Milky Way had been scattered across them.
Perhaps because she was a dragon half-blood, her irises were vertically slit, and around them were rainbow hues of various colors.
"...You really are a pervert, Astal. I didn't know you'd evaluate someone's appearance so blatantly."
"Ah, if I was rude, I'm sorry...!"
"I'm joking. Why are you reacting so seriously? It makes me want to tease you more."
"Huh...?"
Victoria chuckled at Astal's reaction. She thought he'd be startled or scold her for joking around.
She hadn't expected him to actually pass judgment on her appearance as a dragon half-blood.
It was a harmlessness born of purity.
The way he cautiously touched here and there inside her mouth with his finger, as if exploring her body, was cute.
'Proof that before the incident, you were such a pure, curious boy...'
Of course, the current Astal was also gentle and affectionate, but he had a tendency to obsess over saving people to the point of pushing himself to extremes.
"Now you know what my tongue and mouth structure are like, right? It'll be good reference for creating a dragon."
Victoria made a deliberate *smooch* sound as she pulled Astal's finger out.
Astal's pupils wavered at the strange, ticklish sensation left on his fingertip.
"......!"
"Horns are one of the precious parts for a dragon. If you lose them, you become as weak as an ordinary human."
Victoria continued nonchalantly explaining her physical characteristics to the young Astal.
"They're sensitive because sensations are concentrated there.... Please touch them gently."
"N-nuna... This feels like a bad thing..."
The young Astal placed his trembling hand on Victoria's horn, and she covered his hand with hers so he couldn't run away.
"It's not a bad thing at all. It's just like touching a deer's or a goat's horn, isn't it? And it's to save the villagers."
Victoria was spouting nonsense in the noble tone she used as a Saint.
It was fun to see such pure, blatant reactions emerge with just a little teasing.
A situation where his lips quivered and his ears turned red was something she couldn't see from the current Astal.
A sinister, sticky desire to know everything about the man she loved boiled within Victoria's inner thoughts.
Love was truly a terrifying emotion.
'Why Mother chose to cut off her own horns to be with Father.... I think I'm starting to understand a little now.'
Because dragons formed closed, rigid societies, her mother, a Gold Dragon, likely had no choice but to make such a cruel choice to marry a mere human, considered an insect.
This was the reason Victoria's mother, a Gold Dragon, couldn't even properly resist the demons and died.
Partly to avoid repeating such a tragedy, Victoria was deliberately teasing the young Astal to make him remember her.
"......"
If they truly defeated the Demon King, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Astal in a peaceful world.
She didn't want to be left behind as nothing but a sad memory, like someone else.
"Ah, should I also tell you where the moles on my body are? There's one between my breasts, one on my shoulder..."
Even if she was remembered as a slightly lewd, perverted woman, this was her own desperate struggle not to be forgotten by Astal later.
"...Th-that's something I don't need to know!"
"What a shame. Yesterday you said you didn't want to bathe with me either.... And I was going to tell you."
Victoria stuck out her tongue cutely and made a fox-like, teasing expression.
"Then could you bring me the bandages over there on the table? You can do that much for me, right, Astal?"
"Eh, are you hurt somewhere?"
The young Astal looked worried, scanning Victoria to see if she was injured or had any wounds, but...
"No. Lately my chest has been growing... so I need to bind it for my undergarments to barely fit."
"......"
"When I'm traveling with my companions, we're so busy fighting monsters that I don't have time to buy clothes."
In truth, this was Victoria's scheme to see the young Astal become jealous of his future self.
"N-nuna, why are you telling me these things...?! You keep acting so shamelessly..."
This way, he would gradually start to suspect her identity or whether she had a boyfriend.
"Well, are you curious?"
From now on, he would let his imagination run wild on its own.
So,
"Later, when you become an adult, I'll tell you everything about me."
"......!!!"
"So just wait a little bit."
*Peck.*
For now, it was best to let him agonize and fret alone like this.