I Found Out She Was Masturbating with My Fingers

"There. Wrap it like this… and you're done."

I finished binding the cloth around Dragon's forehead as I spoke.

"The wound… it really will heal quickly, right?"

She blinked up at me and nodded.

"It's a good thing you're a dragon. Your wounds heal so fast."

I said it lightly, then fell quiet for a moment, turning something over in my mind.

Truthfully… there was something I wanted to ask.

Why she had suddenly kissed me.

It would have been a lie to claim I hadn't been flustered when she tore my clothes and forced that kiss on me.

But I decided to leave it alone.

I'll ask later. Right now Dragon is hurt… and she isn't feeling well…

"Dragon, how are you feeling? You had a fever earlier—you were sick with that cold. Are you all right now?"

When I asked carefully, her sapphire eyes began to tremble.

Words written with a stick across the ground:

Ah… of course. A cold like that would take a few days to clear up…

"Rest until you're better. I'll take care of you."

At those words her face flushed red, and then she smiled—awkwardly, almost shyly.

"All right, then. I'll get dinner ready. Just wait a moment?"

The instant I started to rise, she caught my hand and held it tight.

Then she wrote on the floor again with the stick and pointed the words out to me.

"…What? A mansion…?"

"A… snake…?"

She set the stick down and looked at me steadily.

It was a warm gaze—full of worry.

Well… I had fainted. Of course she would be concerned.

"All right. I'll definitely go with you tomorrow. Ah—! Hmm… so is this a date? Hehe."

The moment the word date left my mouth, the membrane of Dragon's wing gave a little flutter.

"Huh? Your face is all red again. Ah… you're really hurting a lot, aren't you…?"

Dragon hesitated, then finally nodded.

"I'm worried about you. You need to get better soon, okay?"

Without meeting my eyes, she nodded once more.

"All right~ How about dinner tonight? It's going to be delicious…!"

Fig salad, steamed potatoes, and dried meat.

We had stockpiled so much food that eating was never a problem.

And so Dragon and I shared a good dinner, then went to sleep.

"Haaah…♡ Haaagh…♡"

Someone's voice gradually pulled my consciousness up from sleep.

I could feel the warmth of the campfire, and Dragon's body heat as she held me close.

"Oookh…♡"

And then I realized—my fingers were moving back and forth through somewhere wet and thick and tightly clenched.

Wh… what…?

I was still debating whether to open my eyes when—

"Yuan's panties… so good…♡ Ohh…♡"

Dragon's voice froze every muscle in my body.

"Sniiiiiff—♡ Haaaaaah—♡"

A warm, damp breath spread across my neck.

"The smell of his panties… so good…♡ Hngh…♡"

What on earth is she saying…

I'm sure I lost those panties while doing laundry—

Slurp—♡

Ah… my fingers…

Slurp—♡ Slurp—♡ Slurp—♡

I understood. I finally understood.

This was… masturbation.

She had put my fingers inside her…

And she had even stolen my underwear so she could smell them…

She really was… a pervert…

Pervert… pervert… pervert…

No matter how precious Dragon was to me… this… this was…

"So good…♡ Ohh…♡"

Obscene sounds kept spilling out of her.

"Haaagh…♡ So good…♡ Yuan… do more…♡"

The speed at which my fingers were being worked back and forth grew faster.

Slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp♡♡

Through a place that was scorching hot, convulsing, clamping down like mad…

"Hah… hah… heoogh…♡ Hic…♡"

I felt the body wrapped around me begin to tremble and seize—

"Hooeuk?!♡♡"

Fwoosh—♡ Spurt-spurt-spurt—♡

A flood of hot fluid poured over my right hand.

I felt every detail of the way the walls gripping my fingers clenched down hard.

"Haaah…♡ Haaah…♡ Haaah…♡"

Dragon panted roughly.

Then she went quiet, and I felt a warm breath draw close—

"Mwah. Lick♡"

She gave me a light kiss, then flicked her tongue across my lips.

I considered sitting up and confronting her…

But then… she might get hurt…

I can't. I just can't do it.

I'll keep pretending to sleep for now.

I'll watch her for a few more nights while I fake being asleep…

And if she keeps doing this… then I'll have to say something.

Dragon did not stop there.

Only after she had used my fingers to masturbate several more times did she finally pull me into her arms and fall into a deep sleep.

Was that why she woke up later than usual this morning…? Because she'd been up all night doing this…?

Is that really what it was…?

Even knowing how much I cared for her, discovering that Dragon was this much of a total pervert left me a little frightened.

Still… she'll stop on her own.

I believe that.

Thinking those words, I drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, I followed Dragon to the abandoned mansion where the one she called "that snake" was said to live.

The moment I pushed open the creaking door, a damp smell of dust and mold came rushing in.

Just breathing it in was enough—cold air, the scent of old paper from long-closed drawers, the moisture trapped in wet wood, the sour rot of fabric left abandoned for years—all of it caught in my throat at once.

The interior was dark. Even though it was daytime, almost no light reached inside, so that the few shafts of sun that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠did slip through made the dust hang in the air like golden motes.

Sections of the ceiling had collapsed, sending damp showers of rotten wood powder down with soft, wet sounds. Between the pillars, the wind made a strange, whistling breath—ssahk.

Somewhere farther in, a long-discarded red carpet, an overturned sofa, and a piano with its strings snapped sat crooked in the gloom.

"Th… this is a little scary."

When I said so, Dragon took my hand firmly and led me down into the mansion's basement.

As we descended the stairs, the faintly damp air peculiar to underground spaces reached us first.

Then she opened the door to the underground library.

"Whoa—"

The first thing that met the eye was the enormous bookshelves lining the walls, packed full of books.

They came in every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kind and every size, some of them lightly dusted.

There were so many I could never have counted them—it was genuinely astonishing.

If anything, the underground library looked far more intact than the mansion above it.

The air carried the soft scent of old paper and a hint of moisture—the quiet fragrance of books you find in any long-standing study.

The floor was stone, so each footstep rang out faintly, and a few small lamps on the ceiling cast a gentle yellow light through the space.

And at the table in the center of the library sat a figure I could only assume was the one Dragon had called "that snake"—staring at us in open surprise as we came in.

Copper skin. Impossibly beautiful amber eyes. Long, dark brown hair.

And more than anything else, what seized the gaze was this: her lower half was a snake.

Black scales covered that lower body in elegant, flowing lines—

"Wow… she's incredibly beautiful…"

—beautiful enough that a soft murmur of admiration slipped out of me.

…Huh?

The moment I said it, Dragon's expression went rigid.

Why?

Does Dragon not think that snake is beautiful?

She looks so striking and lovely to me…

"Ah… hello, human? H… have you come for some ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠particular reason…? D… Dragon, it's been a very long time as well…"

She carefully slid down from the table chair and approached us.

"Hello. I'm Lee Yuan. Please call me Yuan."

"I… I don't have a name, so… just call me Lamia, please… Yuan… Hehe…"

Lamia introduced herself with a shy little laugh.

A faint flush had risen in her cheeks.

Still… she's very tall too.

She looked about two meters, though when she rose fully she was still a little shorter than Dragon.

Of course, if you counted the full length of her snake tail, she would have been far larger.

"It's nice to meet you, Lamia. The reason we came is—"

And so I began explaining to her why we had sought her out.

"S… so… you… k… k… kissed… and then fainted, and your breathing even stopped for a moment… and you'd like to know why that happened… is that right…?"

"Yes. Dragon was worried something might be wrong with my body…"

Lamia's face went red. She thought for a moment, then offered an answer.

"Mm… mmm… it was probably… hyperventilation, I think…

The excitement and panic from an intense kiss, combined with being unable to exhale properly so that carbon dioxide built up—that would bring on hyperventilation. And hyperventilation reduces blood flow to the brain, which can cause someone to faint…"

She continued.

"And… right after fainting, the breathing rhythm can temporarily break, putting the body into a brief state of apnea. Then the body detects the carbon dioxide accumulating inside and spontaneously starts breathing again on its own…"

"W… wow… you're really smart."

"He… heh…"

When I praised her, Lamia gave a little start and the corner of her mouth lifted ever so slightly.

"S… so… as long as Yuan doesn't have any lingering aftereffects, it means there's nothing wrong with your body…"

"Did you hear that, Dragon? She says I'm fine. So you don't need to worry."

Dragon looked relieved—yet she was also somehow glaring at Lamia.

"Thank you so much for telling us, Lamia. Oh—right! Dragon seems to have caught a cold as well. Could you take a look at her condition?"

Beside me, Dragon's body gave a sharp jolt.

"…Pardon? Dragon's health appears perfectly nor—"

Crash—!

One of the bookshelves shattered.

From the force of Dragon's fist.

"…mal—I mean… that is… you… you do look very unwell… When dragons are sick, they sometimes… lose control of their impulses like that… H… haha…"

"Ah… is that so. Then is there any way ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to make her better quickly?"

"Uh… uhh… that would be… mmm… mmm… um… I'm in a hurry, so I'll be going now—!"

Shiiiiii—

Lamia vanished at once between the countless shelves of the library.

Left with no choice, we returned to the cave without an answer.

And on the way back, I thought about it.

"When dragons are sick, they sometimes… lose control of their impulses like that…"

Lamia's words…

Dragons have trouble controlling their impulses when they're ill…

Doesn't that mean sexual impulses would be hard to control too?

Then… forcing a kiss on me, masturbating at night… all of that…

It was because she was sick—!

I finally understood.

I was the only man around, so of course her desires had nowhere else to go but me!

And without realizing any of that… I went and decided Dragon was a pervert…

Reflect on that, Lee Yuan.

Do everything you can so Dragon gets better soon!