On The Other Side: I Quit Being Human

“Listen, you guys. I know it’s tiring being a mount, but that’s life: you have to struggle. Once you feel you don’t need to struggle any longer, it either means you are a god or you are dying.”

As I have just given them their daily dose of preach—with a beating, of course—the Wyverns calm down slightly. I don’t even know why they are so docile, they let me hit them whenever I like, but I guess it’s because they have already considered me a part of them.

I can even confidently say that my bond with the Wyverns is stronger than my bond with Valeria or Millonia. Though I technically spend more time with the two women, I know more about the Wyverns than I know about them.

Unlike humans, who have a pretty tough shell to crack, these guys have practically none of that; they will immediately open up to someone who can understand them. This is the reason why I have learned so many things about them for the past month.

“How about Genelos though? He is lazing around all day!”

I hum quietly at Tsun-Tsun’s question. “You can be like him too, but are you ready to be considered dead like him? Other than me and all of you, that idiot practically has no one who admits his existence. “

“That is…”

“Fumu! You seem to have gotten what I am saying.”

I nod my head in satisfaction at the enlightened look the Wyverns are giving me. I then put the gigantic drumstick on the ground, then motion Genelos, who has just gotten out of his cage, to roast it with his fire breath.

He looks like someone who has been waiting for his time to shine, and I immediately feel the need to warn him not to fuck things up. Taking another gigantic drumstick in my hand, I swing it at his head with a warning yell.

“Burn my hair, and I’ll fucking hit you!”

“Say it before, not after you hit me!”

“Are you really planning to burn my hair?!”

“That’s not what I mean!”

As our banter happens on a daily basis, none of the Wyverns are surprised about this; they merely watch what we are doing in interest. Even a month ago, none of them had, at least, tried to intervene—they looked like they were enjoying it.

Burst!

As we have finished our banter, Genelos finally does what he is good at—roasting my drumstick. I have been a fan of the drumstick ever since I tasted it, so I always ask Valeria to bring an extra one to the stable just for myself.

It was an accident that made me like the gigantic drumstick. Genelos was being the usual bragger he was that day, and he failed in one of his attempts to look cool; he accidentally shot his fire breath at me, but luckily I was protected by the drumstick.

As I smelled the mouthwatering smell the burnt drumstick produced, my empty stomach immediately ordered me to devour it. That day, I found out that the drumstick tastes good.

“I think this is the only good thing about you, Genelos. You are easily the worst Wyvern here, if not for the fact that you have a fire breath.”

“I can do many things other than that you know…”

“Lazing around doesn’t count, idiot.”

“Pfft…”

I can hear the suppressed laughter of the other Wyverns in the stable, but since I am a good friend of Genelos, I pretend I don’t hear any of it to not embarrass him. Seriously though, he could easily be the coolest Wyvern here, if he wasn’t a lazy ass.

Anyway, I have been wondering about why Genelos is the only Wyvern that can breathe fire. I have initially thought that Genelos merely amounted to a rare case, but he turned out to be a special case when I asked Valeria about it.

—Can Wyvern breathe fire?

—No. Although they look like Dragons, they don’t posses the ability of Dragons to breathe fire.𝗈𝗏𝑙xt.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Valeria herself has hinted that Genelos is the oddball amongst oddballs, but whenever I ask what makes Genelos breathe fire, she never answers me. Even when I ask the other Wyverns about that, they vehemently refuse to answer me.

“Why can you breathe fire?”

“Because, I am special.”

As for the person himself, whenever I ask him about it, he always gives me the same narcissistic answer that really provokes my instinct to gut him out. Still, I am not really invested in that matter, so I don’t care whether I can get any explanation.

After a few minutes, the Wyverns and I have finished our meal. I was also initially surprised at how much I could eat—the same portion as the Wyverns’—but after a few weeks, I have got used to it.

The Wyverns, like always, ask me to tell them a story after we have finished our meal, so I comply to their request and tell them a made-up story from Earth … Wyvern Ball.

It is not my best scam, but this is not Earth, so I don’t care what kind of bullshit I am spewing. They are really invested in my story, so when Valeria comes to pick me up roughly an hour after, they are very disappointed.

Of course, Genelos is the only Wyvern who can’t express his disappointment directly. He has hidden himself a few seconds before Valeria opened the door, just so he can keep his “dead” status.

“You were playing with them again?”

“I was just having a talk.”

“They looked disappointed when I came though.”

“They just didn’t want to part with me that soon yet.”

“Because you were playing with them?”

I am aware that Valeria has stopped believing me whenever I say I don’t play with the Wyverns ever since the day she saw me chasing them around the stable with the bone from the drumstick, but it slightly hurts me when she doesn’t believe me that much.

I make sure to convey that with my eyes, so Darth Valeria will come to believe me.

Valeria in blind mask, which I prefer to call, Darth Valeria is not very good at emotionally related things. I use this to my utmost advantage, so I can get away with the shit she forbids me to do, which I still do in the end.

“Very well…”

As shown by the result, it works splendidly as Darth Valeria finally nods her head in acceptance.

I haven’t learned how to guard my mind from any mental attack, nor have I learned how to keep people from peeking into my mind, but I just know that Darth Valeria is not currently reading my mind.

If she did, she would’ve figured out that I have been lying for all this time, and I would end up as a dead meat.

“I will wait for you outside, so don’t—”

“It’s fine. I don’t need to take my bathing utensils anymore—I have kept them in a safe place somewhere in the site.”

Upon arriving at my hut, Darth Valeria is a little bit surprised I already have my bathing utensils ready. She has not bathed with me for the past two weeks, for a reason I don’t know, so she doesn’t know about that yet.

“Are you going to join me this time?”

“Yes.”

“Cool. We’ll have a company then.”

“Company?”

I just smile knowingly when Darth Valeria tilts her head in puzzlement, then walk toward the forest where the river I always bathe myself at is located. Valeria hasn’t opened her mask yet; the walk there is really quiet as Darth Valeria doesn’t talk much.

Upon reaching the river, I can already see someone sitting in the river just a few inches away from the waterfall, the spot that I have come to be fond of. That person is a beautiful girl with a long blue hair, who possesses impressive assets.

She is currently closing her eyes, but she immediately opens her eyes when I start undressing myself, like usual. She stares at every corner of my body silently, before landing her gaze on my flaccid schlong.

“Watch your eyes, bitch.”

“I am showing you mine, so let me see yours.”

“I am not even asking.”

“Thank me for my courtesy then, bastard.”

“This bitch…”

The beautiful girl with a blue hair is none other than Millonia. She has been the one accompanying me for the past two weeks Valeria didn’t bathe with me.

I still prefer bathing with myself, but bathing with this irritating woman has honestly been interesting. It always feels like having fun while bathing with the annoying sibling I never had.

Valeria seems to be quite surprised at Millonia’s presence, if her eyes were any indication, but that is not what caught my attention.

She has opened her mask, and now she is looking at me and Millonia alternatingly in wonder.

I can say for sure she is not Valeria just from the fact that she has a different eye color.