Even a Cicada Becomes a Dragon If Reborn

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)

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(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)

Its color was graceless, the cry vulgar, the body was uselessly big and overall there was nothing that could be called elegant.

Its name represented its body and I praise the man who gave it the name Aburazemi.

It had only the ability to gather in groups and in my previous life how many times did I have to taste the bitter experience of fighting over sap . . . ?

Let me say it again, only the Aburazemi was no good.

. . . Although the story has wandered off the point a little, choosing a partner, it was an act that roughly decided ones life.

Only one person in the long life and so according to ones preferences one should choose a mate selfishly.

No compromises should be made. You mustnt make a mistake in the partner you should choose.

If I give an example, I would only choose the Tsukutsukuboshi as my wife.

The Higurashi was also good, the Kumazemi also looked lovely, but much less would I settle on the Aburazemi.

Now, Tsukutsukuboshi, please hear it! My courting . . .

Tsukutsukuboshi Tsukutsukuboshi

And just when I tried to sing my song of courtship, the song of someone else beside me resounded in the vicinity.

The Tsukutsukuboshi in front of me, after using her wings a little, disappeared into the depths of the forest guided by the song.

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What was that?! Hateful Tsukutsukuboshi ()! To steal the Tsukutsukuboshi () in front of me who I had set my eyes on, what a despicable man!

I released a roar towards the sky. My roar split the clouds and the sky warped.

However, after having no restrain while in rage, I reflect on myself who had become upset.

I was ashamed of the wretched jealousy in my heart.

Certainly the Tsukutsukuboshi () couldnt be tied together with me. However, wasnt it fine if she was happy?

Even if it was someone else, if he can make her happy, shouldnt I send words of blessing to them?

After generously closing the wounds of my broken heart, I changed my thoughts.

In this wide world, the Tsukutsukuboshi wasnt the only female.

Wasnt there the Higurashi as well? Even the Kumazemi might be wonderful.

Even the Niiniizemi might not be bad either.

(Niiniizemi = Platypleura kaempferi = Kaempfer Cicada)

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.