Became a Dragon kidnapped by Humans

IF-114.

The object known as ‘Jimjo,’ a bird beast, flapped its beak noisily as it thrashed about.

“QUAAWK!”

Certainly, it had been on the verge of capturing and eating a plump snake.

Not just any snake, but one that was Jimjo’s favorite delicacy—a venomous snake.

Yet, some unknown presence had appeared and made it disappear.

It was the first prey it encountered after escaping from the biped beast’s prison.

Jimjo could not let this be taken away.

And so it was…

Even if it had been flying over a stream in the vast sky, it wouldn’t have paid the slightest attention to the bizarre circle, but Jimjo had flown into it all the same.

The chaotic sights within the strange circle seemed surreal.

Though Jimjo had never experienced such a scene in its life, it only followed the plump snake’s tail end and walked step by step.

Then, all of a sudden…

—BUH BUH.

A sudden ripping sound was heard, and the surroundings quickly changed back to normal, though not the familiar stream of its homeland. Rather, it looked similar to the place beyond the prison of the bipedal creatures where Jimjo often resided, except that it wasn’t confined here.

Jimjo began tracking its prey that had suddenly vanished along with the changed surroundings.

Fortunately, the scent of the prey could still be detected nearby.

With a flutter,

Jimjo extended its wings and flew towards its prey.

“QUAAWK.”

A wild instinct, an overwhelming warning of an enormous and terrifying presence that must not be touched, was felt, yet…

Jimjo thought such monstrous beings wouldn’t care about a mere snake being eaten by a bird beast.

Besides, Jimjo had witnessed countless times these supposed monsters avoiding Jimjo’s venom out of fear.

Unfortunately,

Jimjo ignored the instinct.

Had it known that this was Jimjo’s final intuition of its life, it might have listened, but it was already too late.

—

IF-017 dedicated mobile strike force ‘Moonmuwang’ battalion member Daniel Johnson couldn’t process the sight before him.

He understood the lack of armaments.

The ‘Moonmuwang’ battalion, being the IF-017 dedicated unit, did not possess any means or proper strategies to incapacitate IF-017, thus the lack of armament was understandable.

Considering that IF-017 was not to be provoked, equipping only basic infantry weaponry made sense too.

After IF-017 went berserk in a state of ascension just a while ago, the higher-ups strictly ordered not to attack IF-017 at all, which highlighted the danger.

The risk was clear enough that they even reduced the armament, which was no small thing.

Because of that,

His confusion grew at what he saw before him now.

IF-017, who was asleep, had just woken up.

And then, without any forewarning, some unknown phenomenon appeared.

IF-108, ‘Nesi.’

Though not his assigned object, as he knew it, IF-108 was a top-grade anomaly that constantly generated an inversed space around its body.

Just thinking about it, it was far too powerful to be taken down with the weapons they were given.

What if IF-108 suddenly rushed at IF-017? Or, what if they accidentally attacked IF-017 instead?

What would happen then?

Would the recent incident repeat itself?

He swallowed dry.

At that moment, a stalemate where no one dared to move forward ensued.

But then, out of nowhere, IF-017 took action.

IF-017 reached out and grabbed IF-108’s inversed space.

Was it even something that could be grabbed? Did it even have material substance?

Be that as it may, everyone was in awe as IF-017 began tearing apart IF-108’s inversed space.

It seemed like a tough job even for the superior anomaly IF-017, as his face remained solemn.

To him, it even looked like a hairdresser was putting their all into their work.

Eventually, IF-108’s inversed space was completely torn apart.

The sight of an upper-tier anomaly being incapacitated in less than five minutes should have been surprising enough, but there was something even more astonishing that made him completely overlook this feat.

Always shrouded in its inversed space, the true form of IF-108 was finally revealed.

It was…

A young girl.

And worse, the girl seemed to be tearfully sobbing.

Out from the figure that resembled a dragon’s tentacle, stretching from 3 meters up to as large as 10, emerged a human-looking object that looked like it hadn’t yet reached elementary school age.

For some reason, IF-017 proudly presented IF-108 to everyone.

Though,

Looking closer, she was not entirely human.

Her upper garment looked like it was fused with her body, and her arms had transformed into something resembling penguin wings or fins, while her teeth were sharp and triangular, looking like those of a shark.

Unlike IF-017 who looked entirely human except when in the state of ascension, IF-108 clearly looked like a ‘humanoid object.’

This explained why they had been so mystified before.

Who would’ve guessed that this humanoid object capable of leaving such tooth marks on half-eaten prey could exist?

The once enigmatic identity of IF-108 had finally been uncovered.

The IF-108 specialized department must feel quite useless right about now, such were the thoughts crossing his mind.

As IF-017 placed a hand on IF-108’s head,

he wondered if they were going to attack the main body after destroying the inversed space, but…

IF-017 merely caressed IF-108 with no hint of hostility, like comforting a younger sibling.

However, using the fin-like arms, IF-108 swatted the hand away.

IF-17’s hand!

The one that under strict orders was not to be attacked!

“!!!”

Would it provoke any anger?

Everyone held their breath as they observed IF-017’s reaction.

IF-017 merely seemed flabbergasted, looking down at its hand as if it had not expected this.

Eventually,

IF-017 stepped back and began stroking a fat snake that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

That was all.

Luckily, there was no violent conflict.

He sighed in relief.

Even during the brief visit to the isolation ward, IF-017 had seemed more peaceful than expected, for an upper-tier anomaly.

As IF-017 was doing that,

IF-108 ran up and slapped it with its fins, seemingly genuinely upset now.

Whereas before it might’ve been just a reaction to the hand being placed on her head, now, she looked heartbroken.

IF-017, feeling the burden of the slaps, backed away but did not retaliate, instead hugging IF-108.

Looking around, wondering what this situation was, he shared a glance and a smirk with his fellow squad members.

All of them seemed to share the same thoughts.

“A superior anomaly meeting an upper-tier anomaly and this is how it ends.”

Despite knowing that they are immensely powerful anomalies,

The two resembled two sisters with a good relationship.

“… It looks good.”

The words slipped out unintentionally.

The moment.

A completely unexpected moment.

IF-017 kissed IF-108 on the lips.

Had he seen it wrong? He rubbed his eyes, but the sight remained the same.

This wasn’t a peck. IF-017 was genuinely locking lips with IF-108.

Contrary to the soft mood moments before,

The situation suddenly took a drastic turn.

However, those watching with intense looks were not directed at IF-017.

“Hey, you… No, I wouldn’t have thought.”

Daniel suddenly remembered that he had just said, “It looks good.”

And now, he risked being branded with the label of “such a preference.”

Turning pale, he shouted,

“No, no! I didn’t mean that about what I just saw!”

—

Incensed by my petting of the plump snake, Descendant 3 charged at me and started attacking me wildly.

It wasn’t painful enough to be serious, but somehow the sound of swatting was bothersome.

Sigh.

Got it. You want a hug, don’t you?

Just like I hugged the plump snake, I embraced Descendant 3 tightly.

Earlier, you swatted me away, but now you’re quietly letting me hold you.

“… Progenitor. I was wrong. It was precious to you, wasn’t it?”

That’s right, that’s right.

Though I have no idea what could be precious about such an ugly and hideous monstrosity, I consoled without showing it.

And certainly, the attacks had lessened somewhat compared to before…

but it would take quite a while to completely calm down.

How bothersome…

Is there some kind of ultimate remedy that will make this end immediately?

The sentimental tactics that worked so well on the plump snake will definitely not work here.

In fact, it’ll probably make things worse.

Alright.

Then let’s go with another sure-fire tactic.

Even if I got severely reprimanded afterward with the notion “God shouldn’t keep doing this,” I once successfully used it on Mna too.

Certainly, it’ll work on this one too.

Just once, it won’t really diminish my dignity too much, right?

I released the tight embrace and deliberately took a few steps back.

“Hmm… Is it over already…?”

And there was Descendant 3 with an unsatisfied gaze, thrusting out her pouting lips.

Toward that pouting mouth…

I closed the distance and,

Kissed her lightly.

Should be all better now?

I nonchalantly peeked at her reaction without looking directly, but was utterly shocked by what I saw.

Descendant 3 remained unperturbed, as if this was something ordinary.

What?

This is unexpected.

The effect wasn’t as good as I had anticipated. Immediately, I searched for another method.

How about a gift? That would work, right?

Sure, compared to the plump snake it might seem a bit unsatisfactory, but she seemed thrilled with it, so…

I promptly decided on it.

Now…

No need to cover their eyes or hand it over like I did with the plump snake…

With our lips already meeting,

This will have to do.

I sent out a slight telepathic suggestion to open their mouth a bit.

“Why…?”

A crack appeared between the tightly shut teeth.

I skillfully transferred a pearl through my tongue.

But the other side’s tongue wouldn’t stay still.

“Hmm? Huh?!”

What’s wrong?

Why is she acting like this?

Her reaction’s strange, and if she accidentally swallows, that wouldn’t be good…

So, I firmly pushed it all the way down to the bottom of her tongue…

“Hmm, hmmmm…”.

Phew.

It’s done.

The gift has been successfully delivered.

Having assured that it was well-received, I pulled my head back to assess Descendant 3’s reaction.

“Hmm… hmmmm…?? Kiss? No…? Hmmmm…”.

But her reaction completely malfunctioned.

Why is her face turning so red all of a sudden?

I just can’t understand it.

Her behavior resembles someone who had their face slapped, which is a bit worrying.

Would she happen to swallow it?

Even though it’s better than the outcome with the plump snake, it shouldn’t be swallowed since it’s not quite official yet.

I sent telepathic reassurance to keep it safely under her tongue.

“Tongue? Bottom? … Wah! Is this a bead? Could it be…you were trying to give this to me from the beginning…? T, thank you, but…”

Then, Descendant 3 covered her face with both fins.

She kept blushing, eventually turning her back completely.

“Hmm… Don’t look!”

Even though those short fins couldn’t possibly cover that big head, why was she trying to cover it?

Though some things were different from what I expected, since the crying has abruptly ceased, maybe it can be counted as a success?

Resolved!

“Kya!”

You think so too, don’t you, Tonton-i?

I sent a telepathic message to the quietly waiting Tonton-i behind me.

Hmm.

But I didn’t get an answer.

Not up to Tonton-i’s usual vibrant standard.

I turned around due to the oddness.

—Plop, roll.

The sound of a crystal-clear bead rolling could be heard.

I had asked Tonton-i to keep it securely under her tongue, but…

Then,

A telepathic message came through, as if Tonton-i had learned something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Bead. Source. Insides? Bead. Identity. Vomit…?”

Oh.

Dear.

One mountain after another.

“Kyaack…”

I deeply sighed.

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