[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-saya-and-the-dragon":3,"chapter-saya-and-the-dragon-saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-187":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Saya and the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1705174,2177,"Chapter 180: Bull Ride Memories","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-187",187,"\u003Cp>NowTaureans?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahhh,my cup of tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Go ahead. Call me shallow. Say what you want. But those big bastards know how to make a girl cry—the good kind. Legs shaking, spine melting,“thank the gods I’m alive”kind of cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I mean, come on. Seven feet of solid muscle, voice like thunder through honey, thighs like tree trunks, andhorns.Actual horns. You look at one and your body justremembersbeing a helpless little forest creature. It’s primal. It's wrong. It'sdelicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they do have athing. Apreference. Always from behind. No eye contact. Don’t even try. You turn around mid-act and suddenly they’re grunting like you asked for their mother's name. Nope. You get mounted like a prize mare andyou stay there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And gods,the smacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’ve got hands like dinner plates and they knowexactlywhat to do with them. Not the cruel kind—no, theyplay. You get a slap on the ass that makes your teeth clack and then a gentle hand smoothing it over like butter. Like\"yes, I hurt you, and now I make it better.\"It's practically poetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They don’t talk much. Not into dirty talk. Just breathing. Growling. That low, steady rhythm like they’re plowing a field and you’re just lucky to be under it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re sweet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big dumb cuddlers. Hold you like you’re a bedroll and snore like a bear. One of them once braided my hair afterward. Poorly. Still counts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So yeah. Taureans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Call me basic. Iwillride again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bollo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My regular down in Toemacha. Big fella. Shoulders like ox yokes. Chest like a beer barrel. Voice like gravel being poured over silk. Dumb as a cartwheel, but stars above—he knewexactlywhat to do with all that meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We hadfun. Real fun. The kind that makes your toes curl and yourliver ache. I’m not even exaggerating. I’d limp for days after a visit. Madam used to tease me, said I looked like I got hit by a blessed cart. I said, “No, just Bollo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brute, in the best possible way. No finesse, no nonsense. Just raw, honest-to-godsusage. Picked me up like a rag doll, pinned me to the wall, plowed me through a feather mattress once. Still miss that mattress. It never recovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Met him again, years later. Wasn't expecting it. I was passing through this sleepy hill town, pine trees everywhere, and there he was—hauling timber, shirtless, sweating like sin. My knees just about gave out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We didn’t talk much. We both knew why I followed him behind that grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quickie. Pine needles on my back. That same old growl in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he smiled all crooked, pulled his breeches back up, and said he had to get home. Turns out he’s got awifenow. And ason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t blame him. Life moves on. Some people grow roots. Some of us just keep flying from fire to fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every now and then, when the campfire’s low and the dragon’s snoring like a thunderstorm, I think about Bollo. About the way he used to slam into me like a man trying to knock sense into the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yeah. I smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walk a little funny, just from the memory.\u003C\u002Fp>",526,"2026-06-06T14:39:25.900Z",1,"novelbin.me","464232eb0c2e87aafcf32abbe93cdb27a2682bc719eed59c5a31886ce7f58249","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-188","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-186",228,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsaya-and-the-dragon-cover.jpg"]