I Became the Wrong Race

282 – Solution (5)

The Dragon King, whose name was taken away, had a dream.

It was her happy dream when she still had her name and the curse did not fall on her servants.

In that dream, she was on a snowy field.

It was a familiar scene.

A familiar, straight horizon, with tents and huts scattered across that horizon.

A large bonfire and even people.

However, there were several unfamiliar things in such a familiar landscape. The Dragon King looked blankly at these unfamiliar things and realized that this was a dream.

And in her dream of her, the Dragon King realized that it was fake and pondered what had happened to him.

Her memories she she were hazy. Not much came to mind, and even the last memory of her remained only a vague feeling.

There was overwhelming pain, pain and suffering as if the body itself was being melted and reforged.

It was too unclear how he had experienced such a thing.

To make matters worse, even though he tried to think of it, he couldn’t. The Dragon King eventually gave up thinking and walked around in his dream

With each step, his tail swayed from side to side, and the bitter cold touched his scales.

A cold wind like a blade, far from a gentle wind.

However, it was also a very familiar and friendly wind to the Dragon King.

Would you say it’s the wind from home?

The Dragon King loved his hometown. After all, he is a rare person who dislikes the place where he was born and raised.

You may want to leave because you’re sick of it, want to see other places, or feel adventurous.

No one hoped that the place would burn down or that a curse-like plague would spread and destroy the place.

Even if he hates it, it means he doesn’t hate it that much. In that sense, the Dragon King was a typical person.

He is simply an ordinary person with great qualities and great power.

She is a cursed woman who sets out on a mission to kill a dragon without any grand goals or dreams.

For a long time, she thought her race her and she was cursed because of her own actions her.

He pretended to be calm on the outside, but he was suffering and pessimistic.

She believed that it was her fault that the race was doomed to extinction.

That was why she moved her feet, thinking obsessively that if she was going to solve it, it would be hers.

It was a curse imposed by three clans, and it was the actions of three clans.

I thought the answer and solution would be there. He wandered aimlessly and killed the assassins who came looking for him.

I killed those assassins until they were no longer sent, and in the end, I couldn’t find any clues.

She didn’t know, but since she was one of those who stayed in the atmosphere, it was natural that finding her would be difficult.

Even if she didn’t know it, she knew it was a futile effort.

She stayed in an elf monastery ruled by someone who could be considered a close friend.

There, she supplemented the fighting skills of the elves with her overflowing talent, and sometimes spent her time fighting off invaders and monsters as a pastime.

She could not return to her hometown. The scenery of her hometown was vivid, but she had no idea how much it had changed.

Currently, she did not know how the person who should be called the true Dragon King was doing or who she was.

Her responsibility prevented her from doing so.

Her conscience seemed to be whispering to her, asking if she would even think of doing such a thing.

In fact, she knows that no one will judge her like that, but she has an executioner who is more honest and unhesitating than anyone else.

She was she she was herself

So the Dragon King thought. She said she would not go back until she found a solution and solved the evil that had befallen everyone.

With that determination in mind, her hometown her unfolded before her her eyes her her her.

A hometown not much different from the day she left. Although it has been at least a hundred years, her hometown is still waiting for her.

Even though she knows it’s a dream, her feelings are different. She took a step forward with a long white breath.

She realized later that her body was a little different.

“… Ah.”

Fighters are people who use their bodies as weapons.

I dominate my body and understand my body perfectly.

It remembers the joints of the limbs, the position of the knees, the size and weight of appendages such as the tail, and even the texture of the muscles.

The Dragon King was a fighter whom it would not be awkward to call the best on the continent, and she knew the unnaturalness of her body.

Something is different. She reached behind her and touched her tail, which felt lighter than usual.

Scales like steel with a hard texture that can be felt. Chubby and long tail.

‘Something is strange.’

She thought, reaching out and groping for her tail, which then latched onto her hip.

And then it hardened.

“… Uh.”

It’s fluffy. That couldn’t be possible, but it was very soft and pleasant to the touch.

The sizes are also different. Something big It wasn’t this big.

Yongin is a race that lays eggs, so their hips is quite large.

My glutes weren’t very developed. In any case, the Dragon King’s femininity is prominent, with only a few curves in the chest and buttocks.

Most female dragons with less femininity than her had bodies that were not much different from men.

Unless she had lived with an elf, her compatriots wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.

Anyway, it wasn’t like this. The Dragon King looked at her confused her face her her and groped his her body her her through her buttocks her her her.

She couldn’t bear to lower her head. She just blankly checked her body.

Thighs. It is firm and thick yet soft. It’s a different feel from the butt, where it feels like your fingers are buried in it.

Stomach. The muscular, yet prominent lower abdomen is impressive. It felt strange when I touched it.

And the long-awaited chest.

She definitely knew my breast size. After all, she is the best fighter.

And she knew that my breasts couldn’t be this big.

The Dragon King’s pupils her her trembled, and her eyes her her blinked.

Soft, non-scaled chest.

Something huge and pleasant to the touch that looks like it should be called a breast rather than a chest.

There was voluptuousness there that could not be covered even with both hands.

How?

“… Ugh.”

It wasn’t just about being conscious.

She wasn’t breathing. Even though she was not conscious of breathing, she was neither inhaling nor exhaling.

I could breathe if I wanted to, but every time I did, there was an tingling feeling that spread throughout my body. My breath is getting hot.

What she sees when she lowers her head as she feels that her dream is slowly turning into a nightmare.

“You’re talking nonsense.”

Skin as white as jade and sparse scales on the skin.

It was a protruding breast that blocked more than half of the field of vision.

She woke up screaming.

“… Hehe, hehe…”

When I woke up, it was an unfamiliar place.

It’s a bedroom, but it’s a strangely shabby space, and it looks like it’s never been used.

She closed her eyes in a daze.

A light slowly came on in my cloudy memories.

“… Ah.”

It finally occurred to me.

She found a solution.

She found the path to the solution.

It was a new rising star, a huge star that foreshadowed both hope and despair, future and destruction.

Something that cannot be ignored. She thought that she had to find the star as soon as possible and fight against the three clans to lift the curse.

Her close friend, the abbot, also said he would be willing to help. So the two set off.

I had to wander for a while without being able to find the right path.

I finally found it after looking for it. And what happened?

Haven’t I heard that my search, effort, and suffering were all meaningless?

It was like my soul was being threshed. It was such a terrible truth.

All of that wasn’t a curse, but a natural disease that came from being born that way.

Even the necromancers couldn’t overcome it, so they escaped like that.

So what is the meaning of her self-hatred and ‘slaying the dragon’?

She spent a lot of time thinking and suffering, and eventually she was convinced that there might be a solution.

She agreed even though she knew it was a way to change species and avoid death.

Even though she knew it was dangerous, painful, and that she might fail and die, she agreed.

That’s how she got on the operating table.

We have reached now.

‘Is it a success? Or not…’

It’s a long time ago. I don’t feel much. The Dragon King stood up in worry.

The blanket covering my body began to flow down, and my soft, bursting chest was shaking up and down, free from the pressure it had been holding.

She placed her feet on the floor and was started by the discomfort she felt.

Something is strange. I feel like I shouldn’t look down.

Nevertheless, the Dragon King took courage. She is the king of dragons, and she is also the strongest fighter.

And.

A scream erupted from the room.

A ‘feminine’ scream that is hard to believe came from the Dragon King. There were people running towards him.

“What, what’s going on?!”

The door suddenly opens and a familiar face runs in.

The Dragon King faced her and gasped for breath.

That’s what Llewelyn faced.

This was a dragon king with liveliness and vitality, different from the dragon king who lay quietly after the procedure.

My chest rose and fell with my heavy breathing, and the breasts that I could not take my eyes off of were spread to the left and right by his hand.

Behind her large buttocks she was a long, plump tail.

Even the faint fear and embarrassment filled with sharp eyes and seemingly blunt and honest eyes made the sharp and handsome face look like that of a ‘woman’.

A weak appearance that is enough to stimulate one’s lust. If you don’t know that he is a dragon king, it would not be strange for him to undergo physical changes.

Nevertheless, Llewelyn suppressed it. After suppressing himself, he faced the Dragon King.

“What have you done to me…” ” !”

Llewelyn couldn’t find anything to say in response.

The intention was clear. You can answer that I changed your species into a homunculus to save you.

However, if you look only at the results, at the face value seen in front of you, there was something that was clearly felt.

Llewelyn felt that she had unintentionally turned the Dragon King into a ‘woman’.

So Llewelyn coaxed her for a while and then closed her mouth.

All that could be done was to close the road gate.

The door closed, and the Dragon King looked at the door with a bewildered expression.

It’s been two weeks since the Dragon King lost consciousness.

She opened her eyes above the land of the dragon people.