Debt Collectors' Revenge: The Red Dragon's Tears
The chief of the Revenge Collection Department, Elisah, gazed at the red dragon bowing its head before them. She wiped the blood of juvenile dragons from her sword and slowly pressed her foot down on the red dragon's head. It was a profoundly humiliating act—one that would have torn an ordinary person in half on the spot—but Elisah and Serina were confident they could turn the red dragon into a puddle of blood first.
"Hngh... hnnngh..."
The red dragon let out a small whimper as its head was crushed underfoot. As always, dragons' lofty pride seemed directly tied to their weak back holes.
"She's really pretty, huh."
"Well, she's an upper-class breed, after all."
Serina grabbed the red dragon's head and yanked it up.
Tears streaming down its face, eyes red and swollen—it stirred a deep sadistic urge within her.
"I always thought I was the masochist here."
"Oh yeah, you were moaning like crazy during those high-intensity training sessions."
"Felt damn good, though."
Serina shuddered, recalling their Collection Department drills.
"Seriously, isn't she too pretty, even for an upper-class dragon?"
"Eh, dragons' mating partners aren't exactly pushovers either."
Dragons were arrogant and prideful. Thus, even their mates had to be perfect—stunningly beautiful and brimming with exceptional talents in any field. When genes worthy of perfection combined with those of dragons, hailed as "God's first children," their offspring were born as flawless dragons.
"If they had futanari, they'd have gone extinct from inbreeding."
"Even if they did, academia claims only the strengths would remain, making them even stronger. Hell, if futanari existed among dragons, we probably wouldn't be dragon hunters at all."
Elisah shook her head, imagining the emperor surrendering the empire to dragons if that were the case. It was a risky statement, leaving Serina unsure how to respond—until she realized His Majesty might actually do it. She sighed, resenting the emperor for being someone they couldn't even rebuke for such disloyal words.
"Argh!"
"Ahh—ngh... ♥"
Frustrated by the headache-inducing dilemma, Serina kicked the red dragon's pussy hard. Sweet moans escaped its lips, and sticky fluids coated her instep. Even an upper-class dragon was ultimately a beast. In the face of death, its breeding instincts surging was hardly surprising.
But its pride and arrogance as an upper-class being refused to accept it. The fact that it, a dragon, was in heat like any common beast—combined with the emotions erupting on the brink of death—brought tears to its eyes.
"Haa... haaaang—!!!"
This wasn't a fake cry for survival. It was a genuine wail rising from its core, a whirlwind of sorrow, grief, injustice, and humiliation crashing through it.
"Whoa."
"Damn... that's kinda hot."
Elisah and Serina had hunted over two thousand dragons combined, but they'd never seen one cry this pitifully and desperately. Dragons rarely cried at all, even faking it. In that sense, this red dragon had probably just reached adulthood.
"Serina."
"Yeah."
At Elisah's grunt, Serina pulled a sturdy club from her inventory. She stepped in front of the wailing red dragon and crack!—slammed it on the head.
"Didn't kill it, right?"
"Nah, it's still twitching. We got the location of the missing knight."
Elisah nodded, hoisting the unconscious red dragon onto her back.
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Narin, the sole survivor of the 3rd Legion and the missing knight, was imprisoned in a cave on some mountain.
"You okay? Coming around?"
"...S-Sav...iors...?"
Narin peered at the two women through hazy eyes. Black hair and yellow locks. Knightly builds, tall and toned. Her vision and mind clearing, she focused on them.
"Seri... you...?"
"I'm Serena, though..."
"Haha, guess she mistook you for someone. I'm Elisah Bernhard, chief of the Imperial Treasury's Collection Department. This is Vice-Chief Serena Lindel. We came to rescue you, Miss Narin."
"...Ah."
Hahaha. Narin let out a hollow laugh.
"Ha... haha. Ha... hngh... hnnngh..."
The emotionless chuckle quickly turned to sobs. Elisah knew those feelings, those tears all too well—the guilt of surviving alone, the self-loathing for being powerless. How could anyone forget such massive, pitch-black emotions?
So Elisah simply patted Narin's back silently, holding her warmly. What she needed now wasn't words, but actions and quiet.
"I-I'm... Narin... apprentice knight of the 3rd Legion... before that... hngh..."
After a moment, Narin sniffled and began sharing her name, affiliation, birthday—basic info matching their records. Elisah calmed her and asked what happened.
"W-Well... um, so..."
As Narin explained bit by bit, her eyes grew ice-cold. Beyond Elisah, staring at the red-haired dragon—its gaze wasn't just cold; the light had vanished entirely. Elisah thought,
Oh, shit. This is bad.
"...Why the fuck is that bitch here...?"
Narin's neck creaked with a grinding sound as she turned to glare at Elisah. Her dark eyes demanded an explanation.
"...Ah, a gift?"
"Uh, y-yeah?"
"A gift. Right. No other reason you'd drag the bitch who slaughtered my comrades, my seniors, my childhood friend right in front of me. A gift. Yeah?"
"Ah. Yeah. A gift. Sure."
Narin staggered toward the red dragon. Serina stood by her side, just in case the dragon tried anything.
"Hey."
"U-ugh..."
"Why'd you do it?"
Narin seized the red dragon's head, locking eyes. Her pitch-black gaze pierced straight through.
"Why... did you do it?"
She leaned in close, voice raspy and flat. Those obsidian eyes seemed to bore into the dragon's soul.
"...Why? Do I... need a reason... to kill bugs...?"
"..."
"Y-You do it too. You squash ants or bugs without a second thought! It's... just like that!"
"Lies."
Narin stared it down.
"Total lies. You."
She spoke curtly, then glanced at Serena, who nodded knowingly and drew her sharp sword.
"Huh?"
Serena raised the blade high, aiming for the nape.
"W-Wait!"
Despite the dragon's cry, the sword fell. An instant stretched into eternity, time splintering infinitely. In that frozen moment, the red dragon's mind raced.
"Rahatrik—!!"
It halted. Just before the blade struck, the desperate shout drew everyone's attention.
"What?"
"R-Rahatrik came! She did!"
"Narin. What now? Kill it, or wait?"
Serena turned to Narin. To her or Elisah, dragons siding with the Demon King's army didn't matter. Hostile? Kill. Not? Leave. Dragon-slaying was daily routine; their motives were irrelevant. They respected Narin's choice.
"...I'll hear it out."
"Got it. ...Keep talking."
Serena pressed the blade to the dragon's throat—a silent demand for truth only. The red dragon gulped and spoke.
"Rahatrik came. Said she'd make things less boring..."
Its tale began.
"The moment I saw the Maou, I was overwhelmed. Sensing another upper-class like me... ecstasy. That's when Rahatrik spoke."
"Offered to help you breed?"
"No. Said she'd grant the honor of being pierced by Her Majesty."
The red dragon trembled, recalling the bliss. The hard stone floor grew slick with its juices.
"How could I refuse?"
"Hah."
"Ecstasy. All my past sex felt like child's play. They say some pleasures you shouldn't experience? Fucking the Maou was exactly that."
Drool spilled from its mouth, eyes glazed as if reliving it.
"That's it? Just for that?"
"Huh?"
"You lost your mind over some shitty fuck and killed Serena?"
"...Shitty? What the hell did you hear?"
The red dragon bristled.
"It was pleasure beyond anything! For one more taste... I'd do anything."
"You crazy bitch."
Thwack!
Narin's mana-enhanced fist smashed its face. Before Serina could intervene, another punch flew.
"You fucking mutt! Brain-melted cumslut! You! Because of you! Serena! SERENAAA!!"
Narin pummeled relentlessly—face, tits, gut, womb. Hard. Harder.
"...What?"
"...Hngh."
Its pussy, wet from reliving the memory. But Narin saw it differently.
"You're wet? ...Haha."
A disbelieving laugh escaped her.
"Spread 'em, you slut."
Tears in her eyes, she glared.
"I'll kill you with that beloved sex of yours."