Monsters Wag Their Tails Only at Me

By the time I realized it, the sun had set and the night was bright with moonlight, yet the rebel base buzzed with a strange new energy.

People moved busily around, and many gathered nearby just to watch me.

"Uh, this one’s too thick. Make it thinner, and sharpen the tip a little more."

"Yes, understood!"

"Please hold the luminous stone here. I need more light."

"Right away!"

A makeshift animal clinic had opened in the middle of the forest.

The magical creatures we’d rescued from the circus had spent a long time trapped inside cages.

The goal had been to save them, but suddenly releasing them into the wild had naturally left them with all kinds of scrapes and injuries.

The truly fortunate thing was that I could understand where they hurt.

"Let’s see, let’s see. Why does my baby’s jaw hurt? Ahh, there’s a tiny tear right here. How did you get hurt?"

"Purrrrung, purrr...."

"Hm? Why were you jumping off rocks?"

"Purrrrung...."

"You don’t even have wings, so how were you planning to fly? You copied your friend?"

The rebels who were skilled blacksmiths custom-made the tools I requested.

They sharpened the ends of cooking tongs into fine points so I could use them like tweezers, and bent the tips of the thinnest needles so I could stitch torn wounds.

They even brought over a small desk to use as an operating table. A flexible wooden rod with a luminous stone attached became a lamp.

Before long, a line of magical creatures waiting for treatment stretched out before me.

Naturally, some dramatic patients had slipped into the queue too.

"Kkaaak, kkkaaaak."

"How many days has your stomach been hurting? Are you pooping properly?"

"Kkkaaaak."

"Why do you keep having diarrhea? What did my baby eat today?"

"...Kkak."

"Oh, come on now. Of course you got a stomachache after eating ten apples with a stomach that tiny."

A crow with wings as sharp as blades instead of feathers perched atop the desk and cawed loudly.

Fruit and berries were normal food for birds, but this thing was barely the size of my forearm and had eaten several times its own body weight.

Naturally it got sick.

I sternly warned it to fast until tomorrow, but the crow complained indignantly that it couldn’t help being hungry.

"Kkami, you were the one who ate all the apples? I knew there was a reason the fruit basket was completely empty!"

One of the rebels, who’d apparently already started naming the magical creatures, suddenly joined the examination.

Having accidentally confessed to raiding the storage room, Kkami panicked and immediately fled while flapping its blade-like wings.

Though it didn’t go far. It simply landed on a nearby branch and started cawing mockingly at the humans chasing after it.

"You little thief magical creature! Get down here right now!"

"Kkak, kkak, kkak, kkak!"

"Did you just laugh at me?! Fine! No more apple juice for you!"

Even the crows in this world are smart. It’s literally mocking humans for being stupid.

After endless little commotions like that, the first day of the makeshift animal clinic ended in overwhelming success.

By dawn, my entire body was exhausted.

Varen, who had spent hours simply watching beside me, suddenly scooped me up and carried me toward our lodging.

We entered the tent the Drunkard had specially prepared for the two of us.

It was still as cozy and comfortable as ever.

The moment I sank into the soft bed, fatigue crashed over me. As I groaned and stretched, Varen began massaging my stiff limbs.

"Ugh... I’m tired."

"Ceryl, you still haven’t fully recovered either. Don’t push yourself."

"What else was I supposed to do? The babies were hurt. If I can treat them, I should do it quickly."

I’d examined more than ten magical creatures, yet the consultations themselves hadn’t actually taken very long.

Being able to communicate directly with patients was something like a dream for a veterinarian. If I’d had this ability in my previous world, I would’ve become a legendary doctor in the veterinary field.

I buried my face into the fluffy pillow and closed my eyes.

A stupid grin kept slipping out no matter how hard I tried to stop it.

Varen, still massaging my legs, let out a quiet laugh.

"Ceryl, are you really that happy?"

"Yeah.... I’m incredibly happy right now."

"That’s good."

"Really. Really... happy."

My body was exhausted, but my heart felt completely full.

It was different from the affection Varen gave me as my lover.

With my mind growing hazy from fatigue, I continued mumbling,

"You know, honestly... things have been really hard lately."

"That’s understandable. You’ve been through a lot."

"My heart was... exhausted. Seriously, sooo exhausted."

At my honest confession, Varen stopped massaging me.

Then he lay down beside me and focused entirely on listening.

He brushed my messy hair back gently. His fingers carefully stroked my cheek as well.

The touch was so soothing it felt like a lullaby.

I felt ready to fall asleep at any moment, but it seemed wasteful to let our time alone together pass in silence, so I kept talking.

"I kept forgetting... who I am. What kind of person I am.... That was really scary."

Ever since recovering Ceryl’s memories, I’d inevitably been suffering from confusion over my identity.

Whether the emotions I felt now truly belonged to me, whether the thoughts and judgments crossing my mind belonged to me or someone else.

Every moment, I had to desperately stay alert and distinguish them apart.

Otherwise, it felt like I would lose myself completely.

"But... mmh, this is me...."

"......"

"Mmh, this was me.... Right...."

Yet today, while treating injured magical creatures and taking care of them, I’d finally felt like I’d returned to being wholly myself again for the first time in a long while.

Their pain made my heart ache for them, and hearing their grateful cries after treatment filled me with satisfaction.

"Hehe... this is what living feels like...."

Even as sleep dragged me downward, the foolish smile wouldn’t leave my face.

Varen, who had quietly listened to everything I said, pressed a kiss against my forehead.

Then he whispered gently,

"At this rate, you’ll never become king."

"Mmmh, I’m... a citizen...."

"I understand, so go to sleep now."

"...Let’s elect... a president...."

"A president?"

Dreaming of overthrowing stale old monarchy and bringing democracy into a fantasy world—

I slowly drifted off to sleep.

***

Maybe it was because I’d returned to a place I’d grown attached to, but despite all the accumulated exhaustion, my body felt strangely light when I woke up.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Varen still massaging my arms and legs.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I sat up.

"What the... You didn’t sleep? Or did you wake up early?"

"How was I supposed to sleep when you kept whimpering all night?"

Apparently Varen had massaged me the entire night.

Thanks to the dragon mana soaked into every part of my body, I felt overflowing with energy.

I was grateful for the deep sleep I’d enjoyed alone, but also guilty.

Wriggling my toes awkwardly, I glanced sideways at Varen.

"Sorry. I’m making things hard for you."

"Not at all. I enjoyed it too."

"......"

"Spending the night like this isn’t bad. Your reactions while asleep are very honest—"

"You fucking pervert, not again! I told you not to mess with me while I’m sleeping!"

I tried to kick him with my newly refreshed legs, but Varen effortlessly caught my ankle.

Holding one ankle while supporting the back of my neck, he easily pushed me back onto the bed.

Then, as naturally as flowing water, he climbed on top of me.

"What else was I supposed to do? You’ve spent days doing nothing but sleep."

"I’m sleeping because I’m tired. But if you make me even more tired—"

"Stop exaggerating. I didn’t go all the way."

The dragon somehow became more shameless with each passing day. He even made a slightly sulky face.

He can make expressions like that too? Does he think being cute solves everything?

"You said we’d continue at night. Then you immediately passed out cold."

"......"

"Humans sleep far too much. Spending half their lives unconscious...."

"You adorable bastard. Come here."

Varen pouted in a flat, emotionless voice.

My completely useless determination instantly crumbled apart.

Wrapping my arms around the neck of the dragon grumbling about being lonely all night, I kissed him repeatedly.

I really need to give this rude dragon proper sex education. I need to teach him not to touch sleeping people.

Still, I’d been the one who left him lonely.

Comforting Varen came first.

"So. Exactly where did you touch me?"

"If I tell you, you’ll scold me."

"I won’t. I’m just curious."

As if trying to judge whether I was telling the truth, Varen stared directly into my eyes.

Since I genuinely had no intention of scolding him, I confidently met his gaze.

"...Your hand."

"My hand?"

Compared to the hesitation in his voice, the body part itself sounded strangely innocent.

We held hands constantly already, so why would he secretly touch them while I was asleep?

As I asked in confusion, Varen quietly took my hand and intertwined our fingers.

Carefully watching my expression, he kissed the back of my hand repeatedly before slowly guiding it downward.

Only then did I finally realize what exactly he’d done last night.

"You said humans use their hands when they do it alone."

"......"

Guided by Varen, my hand slipped inside his pants.

Dragons were naturally warm to begin with, but the heat against my palm was almost burning.

I swallowed hard and simply watched him.

Taking my silence as permission, Varen slowly curled his lips upward.

He wrapped my hand around his cock.

It was already fully hard first thing in the morning, thick enough to completely fill my palm.

I couldn’t even fully grasp the width of it with one hand. Varen covered my hand with his own and tightened my grip.

"...Like this?"

"Yeah. I thought you’d wake up if I touched somewhere else."

Said the man who’d literally used a sleeping person’s hand to jerk himself off.

How considerate.

Heat had already risen to the corners of Varen’s eyes, leaving them flushed red.

I stared at his face as if hypnotized before unconsciously beginning to move my hand.

"Ah... Ceryl...."

A rough, husky voice called my name.

Without a trace of embarrassment, Varen stared directly into my eyes while tightly gripping our joined hands.

It was an embarrassingly heated act to be doing immediately after waking up.

But both Varen and I quickly sank into the familiar lust we hadn’t felt in a long while.

Maintaining eye contact, we moved our hands at the same rhythm.

I could feel his cock twitching inside my palm.

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