SCT-Novel Chapter 3: The lonely dragon wants to mate (2)
Chapter 3: The lonely dragon wants to mate (2)
Chapter 3: The lonely dragon wants to mate (2)
a lot of trivia about cicadas
adding new tag [Netorare] if you dont know what it is look it up before you read :3
Guided by the inevitable fate unexpected encounters happen.
Deep inside the cypress forest I met her.
A flexible and tight body, proportions like an ancient marble sculpture, the surface of her body shined in an evergreen, it was a deep shade as if the green of the forest was hardened and made into a jewel. Four wings that repelled the light, delicate like white crystal that harbored mica within.
( TLN: not sure about the last sentence)
Ahh, as I thought, you are the most beautiful in this world.
Tsukutsukuboshi-san
(Tsukutsukuboshi = Meimuna opalifera)
So as not to surprise her, I quietly watched her from the shadow of the rocky mountain.
Just by gazing at her figure my body heated up. Her appearance of sipping sap possessed a peaceful elegance, the cool beauty of the cicada world, that was her, Tsukutsukuboshi.
If I was asked why I liked the Tsukutsukuboshi then I could only answer that it was because of my preference.
Every living being had their own preferences.
While the characteristics could be said in words, the impulse couldnt be told by words and those two added together result in the [Preference].
Of course the Tsukutsukuboshi wasnt the only beautiful one.
A deep orange as if the Higurashi was born from the sunset, it made me hold a nostalgia that couldnt be expressed and the Kumazemi abruptly evoked the sensual impulse to preserve the species in my body.
(Higurashi = Tanna japonensis = Evening Cicada)
(Kumazemi = Cryptotympana facialis)
A cicada without charm didnt exist in the world. Because the strong point of every cicada was their individuality.
But even so, the Tsukutsukuboshi was the most brilliant. That was my preference.
It couldnt be easily explained with words and other people might not understand it even if they knew.
. . . Ahh, let me correct something. I had said that there didnt exist a cicada without charm in the world, but there was only one exception.
Only the Aburazemi was no good.
(Aburazemi = Graptopsaltria nigrofuscata = Large Brown Cicada)Follow current novels at novelhall.com)
Its color was graceless, the cry vulgar, the body was uselessly big and overall there was nothing that could be called elegant.
It wasnt impossible to go out with a Aburazemi either.
Being too deeply attached to a distant jewel, the foolish man will miss his happiness at hand and I will never fall to that place.
There wasnt only one form of happiness. You can discover plenty by looking around.
With my renewed feelings I push my way through the forest, to the brides I havent met and it made my heart race.
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WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!
The Tsukutsukuboshi, the Higurashi, the Kumazemi and even the Niiniizemi too, why didnt they listen to my song?! Are they saying that my song has no charm?!
What exactly were they dissatisfied with of becoming the bride of a dragon?! It was the bride of a dragon! The bride of a dragon!
While releasing roars of anger towards the sky many times, I then suddenly noticed.
Well, I was a dragon.
Apparently I held a mistaken obsession to copulate from my previous life as a cicada and it seemed to have bound me.
Furthermore, because I had remembered the taste of sap the other day, I had completely thought of myself as a cicada.
In the first place, even if a cicada was my partner, how on earth did I intend to copulate?
With the size of 1/100 of my genital, was there any way that I could possibly copulate?
Imagine it. A cicada which snuggles up to a dragon, no matter how you see it, it was just resting its wings or otherwise it might be a parasitic kind. In the case of a dragon, it was necessary to find a suitable bride for a dragon.
Good grief, I could have noticed it if I had given it a little thought, the thing called evil of reincarnation was harboring two souls.
Certainly, the incongruous soul would completely change into that of a dragon. The soul of a cicada was insignificant for me who had become a dragon.
Thats right. Im a dragon.
Demon beast, phantom beast, any living being in the world and even the king of creatures, the dragon, wanted to have children.
The joy of becoming the bride of the dragon, I imagined the happiness of becoming my wife.
I sang in a loud voice towards the sky. To the bride I havent met yet, I delivered my thought.
Did you hear it? Creatures of the island. If you intend to become my bride, then hurry and be prepared.
Did it reach? Creatures of the island. Together with me, let us live until the end of our lives on this island.
My singing voice resounded throughout the island. The dragons song of courtship wrapped up the whole island.