# 035 Acquaintance
# 035 Acquaintance
Yushota Earldom, Shotarape City.
There were several reasons for coming here, but it was to accomplish two major objectives at once.
Sharia's growth.
And the processing of dragon-material armaments.
The former could be done anywhere, but the latter was only possible here.
"The person we're here to meet is a dwarf."
"A dwarf?"
"That's right. A dwarf. One I have a very tangled history with."
"...But he's a dwarf?"
At the word dwarf, Sharia made a slightly sour face.
"Master, you had a relationship with a dwarf?"
"I did. To be precise, he's someone I've been 'trading' with for a long time."
"Trading?"
"Like the Dragonbane I showed you. He and I have been trading for a very, very long time."
"How long ago...?"
"Two thousand years."
Sharia's mouth fell open in surprise.
"I didn't mishear that, did I?"
"Two thousand years is correct. Even though he's a dwarf."
"H-how does a dwarf live two thousand years? I heard even elves have an average lifespan of eight hundred...."
"...Because he's a very special one."
Normally.
The average lifespan of a dwarf was two hundred years.
Unlike elves, whose average was five hundred years, or high elves at eight hundred, dwarves had little individual variation, so there was no great difference in their lifespans.
Still, wasn't two thousand years too excessive?
One might think so, but his lifespan had to be recorded differently.
"You'll understand once you meet him. I called him here today, so he should be arriving soon."
"Um, Master...?"
"What?"
"Is it a woman?"
The look in Sharia's eyes was utterly serious.
I stroked her hair and took hold of her cheek.
"Rest assured. Not a woman."
"Not a woman, and yet he's an acquaintance of yours, Master?"
"What exactly do you think about the people around me?"
"Hmm, all the women are sex partners, and the men are all potential rivals...?"
"......."
How did she know.
"Sharia."
"Yes."
"While I do have that tendency, not everyone around me is necessarily a woman. It's the same with him."
"What kind of person is he...."
"He'll arrive soon. He'll have detected me the moment I arrived here. To be precise...."
I fiddled with the dress Sharia was wearing.
"I had brought materials he'd like, so he was bound to come quickly."
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded from outside.
I reached out a hand to reassure Sharia, and used magic to open the lodging's door.
"Excuse me."
"...Huh?"
Sharia was startled the moment she saw him.
That was understandable. The being who had precisely found our room was, after all, a 'woman'.
"It has been a long time, Resek."
"It has been a while for me as well."
Of a height about midway between Sharia and me.
Short red hair like the flames of a furnace.
Of average dwarf build, yet he was a female-shaped dwarf with a doll-like appearance.
"Excuse me, Master...?"
"Is that child the new wife you've taken in?"
"Not yet."
"I see. Understood."
Even without me saying much, he had immediately grasped the relationship between Sharia and me.
Over the years, whenever I had a woman I fancied, I had almost always come to see him, so now he could figure out my reason for visiting with just a hint.
"You've come to have clothes made for this young lady."
"That's right. Make her clothes from my scales, as usual."
"Understood. However... the clothes she's wearing are rather unique, aren't they?"
"Dragon slayers entered my lair not long ago."
I briefly explained the circumstances.
"From the Church of the Twin Moon Goddesses.... I see. So this is plunder taken from an enemy."
"Naturally. Even I wouldn't think of killing a living dragon to make it into armaments."
"I was wondering if you had caught a young hatchling and done something with it."
"Am I crazy? Would I lay a hand on a hatchling."
After all the hell I went through during my own hatchling days, would I mess with a hatchling that hasn't even matured yet?
"If it were an adult, maybe. But I don't touch hatchlings."
"You're still strangely stubborn in the oddest places, aren't you?"
"You know the two types I don't touch."
"Yeah, yeah."
He chuckled and examined Sharia's body.
"How would you like it made?"
"Traveler's attire. A white dress under a black robe. The chest area of the dress needs to secure the breasts firmly, like a corset."
"That would mean covering the top part—will that be alright?"
"Can it be made so that she keeps it closed normally, but opens it when I'm looking?"
"Of course. A bit of mana will be consumed each time it's opened and closed, but you're not one to worry about mana, are you? Heh heh."
"U-um...."
Sharia cautiously raised her hand.
"C-could I maybe introduce myself?"
"Hmm, yes. We got straight to business the moment he arrived. Allow me to introduce you both. This is Sharia. She's the new disciple I'm raising. A swordswoman. And this...."
"Since it's a rare occasion, may I introduce myself?"
"Go ahead."
He greeted Sharia with the posture used by human nobles.
"An old adventuring comrade and acquaintance of Lord Resek, and a being who was once a dwarf."
Whirr, clank.
"Kyaaak?!"
Sharia screamed at his stunt.
Because he had grabbed his own neck and lifted his head right up.
"Haha, judging by your surprise, it seems Lord Resek didn't tell you."
"It's funnier this way."
Sharia's scream.
It was so cute I thought I might get hard.
"M-Master!!"
"What are you surprised about? A dwarf just did what a dwarf does."
"Haha. A dwarf who made his body into a machine and entered a mechanical doll is not exactly a common existence."
"A mechanical doll?"
"Yes, that's right."
Click, click.
He reattached his head to his neck and gave a thumbs up.
"My name is 'Arvata Netkama.' I am a dwarf whose trade is crafting 'Dragonbane' from materials sourced from dragons' bodies."
"He's a Living Dead who placed his own soul into a female dwarf mechanical doll to obtain a sort of immortality."
In short.
"A pervert."
A deeply lascivious existence, a woman on the outside but a man on the inside.
* * *
A little later.
After resting, Sharia and I made our way to Arvata's workshop.
Into the mountains.
Into a sheer, precipitous mountain, we walked and walked and walked again along a mountain path under Arvata's guidance.
"Master, this is, a mountain...."
"If you're going to live for two thousand years, it's better to live alone in a place far from people rather than among them."
"That's correct. Annoying things came up frequently in many ways, so I've just been living here by myself."
"Hah, haah, haah."
Breathing roughly, Sharia stopped in place.
"Just a short... rest...."
"Hmm, was the pace a bit too forced? My apologies. I failed to consider a human's level of fatigue."
Arvata was a machine, and I was a dragon.
I had thought that a mountain march was a good method for Sharia's physical training, but it seemed that climbing a mountain for nearly two hours without a proper break in between was rather difficult for her.
"Sharia, do you want to rest?"
"C-couldn't we rest for just ten minutes?"
"No."
"Eh...."
Sharia wore a deeply troubled expression.
"I understand it's stamina training, but just, ten minutes or so.... Okay? I'll walk harder after resting."
"And if I still say no?"
"Th-then, tonight...."
"Tonight?"
Suddenly, my cock perked up.
"What about tonight?"
"...I'll, serve you enthusiastically."
"Isn't that something you should naturally do as my disciple?"
"Ugh...."
Tears began to well up in Sharia's eyes.
I approached Sharia, lightly kneaded her thigh, and winked at her.
"I'm only saying this because you don't need to walk any further."
I tapped Sharia's lower back and pointed ahead.
"See what's in front of us?"
"A cliff."
"That's right. There's a sheer cliff right in front of us."
"We have arrived, Miss Sharia."
"......."
Sharia instantly turned her head toward me with an expression full of betrayal.
How should I put it—I liked how Sharia honestly showed her feelings, regardless of things like my being a dragon or her master.
"Security release."
Screeee.
Below the cliff, the area that had been blocked by rocks opened to the left and right.
Inside was an empty space like a cube of steel plates, and Arvata extended a hand toward me, gesturing inward.
"Please, come in. To my workshop."
"...Haaah."
Sharia scratched her cheek with an embarrassed face.
I lightly poked her waist with a finger.
"You said you'd serve me?"
"Master, since you're in that form, it feels a little...."
"A little what?"
"Like you've become more... carefree...?"
"Hm."
Carefree, she said.
"What reason is there for me to keep up pretenses in front of you any longer?"
"Huh?"
"I show you my true form, I show you I'm a dragon, I show you my cock. I've shown you everything there is to show, so there's no need to act solemn."
Muscle Master Mr. Rape was a man as grave as the weight of his muscles.
But that wasn't my true personality—that was the Demon Dragon Lord 'Rapehal'.
I had merely transformed into an existence that easily gained favor while traveling the human world, especially with low-ranked rookie adventurers.
"Is that more your type?"
"Ah, no. It's not that...."
"Asking me to be imposing is something you do when I'm on top pressing you down with my cock during sex. If a person acts imposing all the time in daily life, even a slight relaxation will make them look frivolous."
"Hmm.... Then shall I reduce my weightiness too?"
Sharia placed a hand on her underboob.
"Not that."
"Is it alright for this to have weight?"
"Of course."
"But I heard they sag unsightly when you age...."
"Once you reach the level of Sword Master, you probably won't look much different from now even after fifty years? No, you'll get even prettier."
"...I've gained one more reason to become stronger."
Sharia clenched her fist tightly.
"Now then, Sharia. Don't be surprised."
I moved in front of Sharia, then grabbed her breasts with both hands.
"Kyaaak?! Master?! Um, that's...!"
"It's fine. He has no interest in this sort of thing."
Arvata was fiddling with various surveillance magic stone images that had appeared on the wall.
"We're going down now, so I'm holding on tight so you don't get shaken around."
"D-down?"
"Yes. His house is down below here."
Ding-dong.
Along with a cheerful sound, the doors closed to the left and right.
In a space that should have been filled only with darkness, the interior glittered with luminescent stones attached to the ceiling and walls.
"It will be a little fast, you see?"
Because this was an elevator.
Wrrrrrrrrr.
Slap, slap, slap.
While descending deep underground.
Every time Sharia's bouncing breasts slap-slapped my face, my lower half twitched and throbbed.
Slap.