The boy entered the vegetable shop and the owner greeted him as she used to do every day, the woman was close to forty years old but she was quite well preserved, being the most beautiful woman in the entire town of the Dragonslayers, she was highly sought after by the whole town, but after her husband died she completely passed out of any kind of relationship and was dedicated to the store one hundred percent of her time even when there were no customers, moments when she would stand at the counter thinking about how it would have been her life if she hadn't married a dragonslayer, or other possibilities like simply not having married or having children.
"Hi," the boy greeted out of simple courtesy.
"It's strange for you to have changed your clothes," the woman exclaimed, surprised by the boy's sudden change in appearance.
"I went to get clothes for her and the owner criticized me for the clothes I was wearing," the boy reported.
"In my opinion you look more handsome now than in that scorched old armor."
Furleigh thanked her for the compliment and went upstairs to lie on his bed and rest, it was not past noon yet, but he was already exhausted and not wanting to do anything, when he got to his room he stopped at the door hearing some strange noises inside from the room, the boy gulped and decided to enter expecting the worst; The fairy was on the boy's bed with her dress pulled up to her breasts exposing them, she had her right hand in her panties and her left hand grabbing one of her tits.
"Ah, ah," the fairy moaned as her legs began to shake and she arched her back upward to then release her tit and fall exhausted on the boy's pillow.
"What the hell are you doing?" Asked the angry boy approaching the fairy.
"Um ... I'm sorry ... I was a bit ... I think your pillow is a bit wet," she said with a smile trying to calm the boy down.
Furleigh's throat lit up again, at that moment he didn't care if they discovered what he was, he just wanted to finish off the fairy who had been so annoying since the moment he met her.
"What are you?"
It was the voice of a girl, it was familiar, the boy stopped and looked towards the entrance, it was Farah, she was looking at him scared next to Sierra.
"N-No ... It's not what it seems," said the boy trying to convince Farah.
Farah ran out of fear, she had seen such things in the past, and it was clear to her that staying would mean death.
"If you want to live make sure nothing happens to the little dragon," he ordered the fairy before running after Farah.