An interlude between main story Episode 124, “Family Talk,” and Episode 125, “The Tale of the Royal Capital University.”
After losing track of time while making love to Irina, I returned to the Baron’s mansion in the morning.
“Where have you been, Andy?”
”…I’m sorry. I was just with Irina…”
Diane-san wore a slightly troubled expression.
“Ah—well, I’m not going to stop you… but just so I can confirm, are you planning on making Irina a female slave as well?”
“Please don’t say things like Phazer…”
Because everyone speaks so lightly about “slaves” and “servants,” I’ve become somewhat desensitized to it, but there is no doubt that hearing someone talk about turning another person into a female slave would be shocking to an outsider.
“Then, what kind of relationship are you planning to have with her?”
”…”
At the moment, we’re essentially just sex friends, but now that she mentions it, there’s no denying that our situation is precarious in many ways. Yeah.
”…To be honest, here is my impression.”
“Please.”
“Status-wise, even if she isn’t putting it into words, she is already more than… well, I’d say she’s already in a state more like a female slave than Luna is.”
“N-no, no, no.”
“Intermingling with humans to produce half-elves is still difficult to call an officially permitted act among the Elves. Though, since you are now the hero who liberated Breakcore and Dier, it might be difficult for them to openly condemn her.”
“Ugh…”
It’s true that the Elves have only just begun full-scale interaction with the outside world, such as Trot. I also have the impression that people like Selene and Apple are only not being ostracized because of the achievements they accomplished alongside me. Their mindset hasn’t fully shifted yet.
”…Well, Anzelos’s father is part of the White Clan, and Irina’s kin likely don’t hold extreme views… even so, seventy years ago, Irina’s handmaidens—who were impregnated by outside bandits—were all expelled en masse on the grounds that their blood had been defiled.”
”…I… I see…”
But looking back, the fact that I’m constantly creampieing her makes me seem like a total scoundrel.
“But Andy, that is not what you should be focusing on. It is related to that, but it is not that.”
”?”
“The fact is, despite facing all those realities, Irina is actively clinging to you and yielding her body to you. …I’m trying to say, do not take this lightly.”
”…You’re right.”
That might be an incredibly courageous act on her part. And yet, I might have been treating Irina too lightly, hiding behind a casual term like “sex friends.” No, I might have been far too complacent, taking for granted that she allows me to hold her purely out of desire. I should stop being so casual about this… though, considering I was just enjoying the squelching sounds of Irina’s vagina and repeatedly spilling myself inside her while half-asleep, I wonder if I even have the right to say that.
“You look like you’ve just realized something.”
“Y-yes…”
“Then let me ask you again. …If Irina were to be cast out of the forest, how do you intend to settle her status? What kind of partner will she be to you?”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s not as if you can just say ‘I won’t hold her anymore’ at this stage, right? Irina is aware of all those obstacles, yet she clings to you and continues to have sex with you. What you need to think about isn’t whether you will hold her in the future or not. You need to decide whether to add Irina to your group of female slaves, treat her as a wife, or discard her once you are done with her.”
“Discard her…?”
“Well, I doubt you’re the type to do that. But think carefully. Most likely, if forced to choose between the forest and you, Irina will choose you and accept expulsion. Do not hide behind vague words.”
”…”
Hearing Diane-san say that, I certainly think she’s right. While she ostensibly refuses to let me finish inside her, she never refuses the sex itself, and after I’ve come inside, she clings to me with total abandon, as if she’s finally let go of her inhibitions. If she were to get pregnant and I told her, “Give birth, and leave the forest”… I think she would probably go through with it.
”…Wait, huh?” “Please wait, Diane.” “What is it?” “I know it’s a bit late to bring this up, but… aren’t we doing something that sounds incredibly like what Phaser calls ‘training’?” “Ravishing her, driving her mad, and making her obey your every word… Ah, you’re right. This is certainly the most textbook case of that among all my female slaves so far.” I hadn’t been particularly close to Irina before we started having sex. And it was also a fact that after we started, she began clinging to me with much more physical intimacy and ease. With the girls up until now, things like ordinary affection, slight misunderstandings, racial circumstances, or personal sexual preferences had always taken precedence. There had never been an instance quite like Irina’s, where we fell straight into a downward spiral purely from a sexual relationship. “Eek! Please, just spare me that title!” ”…Well, anyway. Just make sure Phaser never finds out.” I have been abandoned. …Yeah, I suppose when someone is this incapable of backing you up, most people would just leave you to your fate.
Early afternoon. Every once in a while, instead of staying cooped up in the forge, I commit myself to marching and target practice. If I let my guard down, my stamina drops instantly. Even if I leave the actual brawling to the others, it’s no use if I can’t even run away when the time comes. And so, I spent my time running back and forth along the path near the forest and shooting at scarecrow targets set up in the meadow, striving to maintain my physical condition. “Phew…” Lately, I haven’t been getting worn out in bed at night, but it seems the muscles used for sex and running are quite different after all. The actual distance I could run hadn’t increased much. “Hmm. You’re working hard.” “Irina.” Before I knew it, Irina was sitting on a rock by the roadside. “That aside, I’m impressed you can run that much the very next day. My legs wouldn’t even hold me up for a while after I woke up.” “Ah… sorry.” “I’m not saying you’re in the wrong, you know? …Umu. To occasionally do that, without regard for time, following your desires… is also, well…” Her ears drooped as she blushed. Well, I suppose it’s hard to talk about such things when we’re in the heat of the moment. However… ”…Hmm, without regard for time, huh?” Her embarrassed expression suddenly shifted into a deadpan stare. She fell into deep thought for a moment. “What are you thinking about, Irina?” “Hm? No, well… by the way, Lord Simson, if you think about it, you aren’t actually very knowledgeable about the forest, are you?” “Well, if you’re asking if I’m an expert… but I think I’m one of the top-tier Trotters when it comes to knowing the forest.” The sudden topic caught me off guard. Between the suddenness and my head spinning slightly from the run, I couldn’t give a sharp response. Irina nodded, saying, “That’s true,” and gripped my hand firmly. “Alright, then I shall guide you through the forest a bit today. That is my duty.” “Wait, where did that come from!?” “It would be quite strange if Lord Simson, the hero who saved the forest, knew so little about it, wouldn’t it? You don’t even know more than half of the clan territory. If we offer our blessings and yet you are like this, the Elves of the Northern Forest will call us ungrateful.” “Call who!?” It sounded like a bit of a forced argument, but unable to shake off Irina’s insistent pulling, I found myself stepping into the forest.
”────. Open.” We cross the ancient barrier.
The area immediately upon entering the forest belongs to the Silver Clan. “If we show up straight from a marching drill, Lyra and Diane-san are going to make a fuss later. We should head back once and then come again properly…” “Do not fret. I shall send a messenger later.” Airina wanders through the Clan Village—the central settlement of the Silver Clan—looking strangely amused. I follow behind her.
“Oh, Lady Airlina of the White. Good day to you.” “Hmm, it is a fine day.” Elves passing by offer Airlina a simple sign of blessing. Apparently, that is the traditional way for elves to greet their superiors. “Lord Smaisson of Polka, I trust you are well.” “Ah, hello.” I give a light nod in return.
The position of the Silver Clan elves is somewhat delicate; their attitude toward me is difficult to read until I see how they react. Some middle-aged elves give me a disparaging scoff, and Phazer is also of the Silver Clan. On the other hand, they are also a subordinate clan to Misty Palace, Maia’s birthplace. Since the dragons of Misty Palace are almost entirely friendly toward me, many of them—much like the elf who just greeted me—do not treat me poorly, following the will of the dragons. Furthermore, their close proximity to Polka is a major factor. Aided by the dragons’ influence, many curious young elves come to Polka to socialize. Among them, some have already begun to view the human race as good friends.
“You are quite sweaty. Why not soak in a hot spring, Lord Smaisson? ♪” “Ah… yeah, I guess.”
The Silver Clan territory is also a region where spiritual springs emerge, sharing the same origin as Polka. The medicinal effects are nearly identical. However, perhaps because few people visit this dense, obscured forest, or perhaps due to tradition, the gathered spiritual springs lack enclosures or changing rooms. The style is quite casual: you simply soak in whichever pool is available. There is no particular rule as to which spring is for which gender. Because of this, peering into a spring to see if someone is bathing isn’t considered a taboo, and if you can agree that no one will take offense, it’s even acceptable to share the same spring.
”…Diane-san’s colony was like this too.” “I have heard that because of this custom, those who are not of the Silver Clan rarely bathe in the springs, opting only to drink the spring water.” “Yeah, most elves would find this embarrassing…”
As we wandered through the forest peeking into various springs, we found that women were often bathing, likely tending to their beauty. When they saw Airlina and me, they would offer wry smiles and ask, “Would you care to join us?” and I was on the verge of saying yes, but Airlini would decline.
“According to what I’ve heard, the custom of the Misty Palace dragons having no regard for nudity has influenced the Silver folk as well.” “I have a sudden, deep respect for Brawl and the others.” “Fool.” I was struck with a wooden stick.
After visiting seven or eight naked—or rather, spring-hopping—elven pools, we finally found an empty one tucked a bit further back. “Alright, shall we get in?” “Umu.” As I began to undress, Airlina naturally stripped off her panties as well. “Wait, are we getting in together?” “Hmm? Why do you care so late in the game?” “I mean, I don’t mind, but is it okay?” “I intended to do this from the very beginning, you know!”
With a mischievous smile, Irina let her skirt fall. Her hairless mound was exposed to the dappled sunlight. “I’m pretty tired right now, you know.” “Hmm.” ”…But my cock is feeling pretty energetic. You still want to get in together?” “It would be the same even if you weren’t tired.” Irina took off her top as well, draping it over a tree branch. After gathering her hair into a light ponytail using some ivy leaves, she waded into the spring, waiting for me to undress with a smirk on her face. “Fine by me.” “Very well.” I stripped quickly and climbed in beside her. The water was a pleasant lukewarm temperature, perfect for a long soak. And then. ”…Whew.” “Whew… This water is lovely.” After we both let out a sigh. “Well then, bon appétic.” “Wha—… slow down a bit and enjoy the bath, you fool!” “No way. Hey, don’t run away!” “Then catch me if you can! You’re a soldier, after all—this is a test of stamina! ♪” We began splashing around, playing tag in the spring. At one point, Irina used magic to walk atop the water, bringing her backside right level with my face. Provoked by the view, I chased her with everything I had.
Finally, I pinned her down in the shallows—though it felt like she had let herself be caught on purpose. “Hehe… It has been a long time since I’ve played such pranks in a bathhouse.” “A Clan Leader, even if only in name, shouldn’t be acting so indecently.” “And who is the one pinning me down with such a lecherous, aroused face?” “That would be me.” I’m sorry for being so mindless. “Nnh…” “Mmph… Mm…” “Chuu… Mmm…” ”…Whew.” I exchanged kisses with Irina. Her slender tongue and small mouth didn’t just refuse to resist my intrusion; they actively tried to entwine with mine. In a fit of stubbornness, I chased the tip of her tongue, and we licked the insides of each other’s mouths. ”…Fool. You speak so high and mighty, yet you use such a lewd tongue… ♪” ”…This is your punishment for being an immodest Clan Leader.” “I have simply entered the Silver Village and followed its customs, you know? You’re the one who went into heat on your own.” “Anyone would go into heat in this situation.” ”…As if I care about your ‘anybody.’ I don’t know much about you… except for the ferocity of that magnificent member of yours. ♪” Irina draped one leg lightly over my waist. She was teasing me. In a moment like this, I felt like just giving in to the temptation was a bit uncool. However… “Then let me tell you something. I’m incredibly perverted.”
“I know that… mmmph!!” Just like that, I followed her lead and thrust inside. I don’t care if I look uncool. Irina is just so cute and precious. I’m not the kind of handsome hero who can hold back just to save face in a situation like this. “Ngh… ah… haah… ♪” Irina’s wet ponytail spread across the shallow water, just a few centimeters deep, creating complex, rippling patterns with every splash. With one of my hands pinning both of her arms, I was in a position where she couldn’t escape. To anyone watching, I looked like nothing but a villain. But her legs were clamped around me like a crab’s claws, refusing to let go. She gripped my hips tight to ensure my rough, back-and-forth motions wouldn’t drift away, taking every thrust firmly. And her vagina, which was incredibly compatible with mine, was greedily devouring my cock. Her young, well-acquainted walls, now fully accustomed to being violated by me, tightened and whimpered with every single thrust. The overflowing arousal seemed to flow in sync with the liquids spilling from her lips and eyes as her expression contorted with pleasure. “Haah… haah… ♪” “Irina… Irina, you feel so good… your body…!!” “I… I too… I feel like I’m melting… ♪” “I’m… I’m about to come…” “You… you know, don’t you…? Don’t… pull out… leave it inside…!” “Yeah, I know… I know, but…” Irina’s legs wouldn’t let go at all. ”…Some slut over here is telling me not to pull out, so it seems impossible…” “Who… who is this pervert… saying such nonsense… ♪” “Who could it be…? I-I’m coming, I’m coming, Irina!!” “Nnggh… Ah, inside…! You… you fool, inside… ♪” While squeezing her legs tight around me, Irina cursed me even as she took my ejaculation deep inside. As I lost my strength, I collapsed on top of her. With a heavy, muffled groan, Irina turned her head sideways beneath my chest. ”…Haah, haah…” ”…You certainly let out quite a lot… Well, since we’ve been breeding all through the night, there’s no point in pulling out now anyway… But even so, you have no sense of restraint ♪” “I thought about pulling out… Hey, it’s not my fault.” “Stop lying. You smeared every bit of that seed deep inside my womb.” “Caught me?” “There is nothing to ‘catch.’ I am the one being violated, after all.” She gave me a sharp smack on the head. ”…It is time for a change.” ”?” I wondered if there was a time limit for using the spring, but then Irina forcibly rolled us over, putting me on the bottom. “It is heavy with you lying on top of me like that. I am small, you know?” “Sorry.” ”…Honestly, show some consideration.” “But you’re not pulling out, are you?” “I am tired. You may use me as a bed for a moment.” Keeping my cock gripped inside her, Irina sprawled out face-down on top of me. Or rather, she was simply clinging to me, acting spoiled. ”…You truly never lose your edge, do you?”
“If you just stay asleep like that, you’ll probably ejaculate about once every thirty minutes, even without moving.” It felt incredibly good for Irina, too. “Shall we give it a try, then?” “Are you serious?”
She persisted until I actually reached climax.
I wasn’t sure if I felt refreshed or just drained. We left the Spring Forest and headed toward a specific plaza located within the Clan Village. The plaza was irregularly shaped, but every Clan Village possessed one of the same shape. By activating a simple spell, one could travel between these plazas. “Next… let’s see, since we’re at it, shall we go to the Gold Clan Village?” “Does the Gold territory have something special?” “A great river flows through the Gold territory. The scenery is unparalleled.” Irina spoke with pride as she activated the teleportation magic.
In the Gold territory, a single, massive mountain loomed, so tall it might even rival the Peak of the Azure Serpent. A river flowed beside it. Some of its headwaters seemed to originate from the mountain itself. There was a waterfall with a width of several hundred meters and a drop of nearly a hundred meters, and the Clan Village was located nearby. “Whoa—” “Impressive, isn’t it?” “It really is incredible. I’ve been to the Great Almonica River on an expedition before, but I’ve never seen a waterfall this massive.” “Both that Heroic Peak and this waterfall are among the pride of the Gold Clan.” “The Heroic Peak?” “According to our legends, an Elf who possesses the appropriate stature becomes a lower-class spirit upon death, inhabiting that mountain. Eventually, they become part of the Light Spirits.” “Huh. I didn’t know Elves had traditions like that.” “Do humans have something similar?” “Quite a lot. According to the teachings of the Trot Church, the deceased ride the flow of Qi, circulating until they reach Mount Lyca.” “I see.” “They say that the Guardian Deity of the Earth passes judgment there, and then they are reborn with a new destiny.” “Anything else?” “In Celesta, it seems like there are different views on life and death for every single colony. Well, though I hear more and more people aren’t believing in local faiths lately.” “How lamentable.” As we chatted, we followed Irina’s lead to a nearby ranch.
The ranch kept a small number of unicorns. We decided to borrow one of them to ride two-up, heading a bit upstream along the river to go see the great cliff that ran alongside it. “Hmph… none of the horses will let me ride.” “I’ve heard unicorns are fond of virgins; maybe they won’t let you ride because of how you are now, Irina?” “Th-that’s just a superstition! It’s the scent you’ve left on me that’s the problem!” Every single unicorn had run away from Irina. “Hmph… Gorcus’s older sister used to ride unicorns without a second thought, even after marrying into the family…” “Did Gorcus’s sister marry into the White Clan? Wait, does that mean you and Gorcus are step-siblings or something?” “If you go back four or five generations, Gorcus’s brother-in-law was indeed a relative of mine, but I have no siblings.”
“That scared the hell out of me… I thought Gorkus might kill me if he found out I defiled Irina.” “He used to frequent the White Territory quite often himself, and since we played together when I was a child, one never knows.” ”…Um, if he attacks, I’m dead in a single hit, okay? Unlike Anzelos and the others, I don’t have any defense whatsoever.” “Kukuku, it would be a massive disaster if you were caught, wouldn’t it? ♪” Irina laughed mischievously.
In the end, since it seemed the old horse would eventually listen to reason, we hitched a small carriage for two or three people and made our way back up the riverside path. “There aren’t as many elves as I expected.” “The population is particularly low in the gold sectors. Christi mentioned that the high purification power of the Heroic Peaks might be thinning their fertility rates.” “By that logic, are there fewer of the red ones since they have the Holy Beast Labyrinth?” “Not significantly. The Red Clan tends to venture outside quite a bit, so they likely absorb a balanced amount of bad energy as well—or so Christi claims.” “There really is a lot going on here.” “Pfft, it’s nothing compared to the secular world outside.” We trudged up the slope to the top of the waterfall. After continuing slowly in the carriage for a while, we could see elves playing in the river. Come to think of it, it is still summer. It’s already autumn for Polka, but the progression of seasons must be even slower inside the Everlasting Spring Forest. Even so… those elves looked naked. Not that I was in any position to judge Silver. “Whoa, the sense of shame is pretty low here, too.” “It is simply established that the top of the falls is the women’s bathing area, and the bottom is for the men. Do not by any means approach any closer; do not blame me if you are shot.” ”…Yes, ma’am.” Well, that makes sense. Yeah.
We reached the Great Cliff as the sky began to turn red. It was a masterpiece of nature, carved by the river. It looked easily over 500 meters high. Looking up from below, the sheer scale was overwhelming. “I can’t believe something like this exists. The Elven Forest is way more incredible than I thought. I figured it would just be a forest with nothing in it.” “Since the space is distorted by ancient barriers, they say that in terms of sheer area, it’s more than three times the size of the Trot Kingdom. Given that scale, there will naturally be many wonders.” “At this rate, touring the whole thing would take more than a month or two.” “Well, I shall guide you only through the parts that can be finished in two or three days. You should be grateful and worship me.” “Hey, you’re the one who forced me to come here. You said it was so people wouldn’t call the elves ungrateful.” “For the Elven race as a whole, yes. However, it is entirely up to you whether you feel personal gratitude toward me.” “Ah… well, fine. I do feel like I’m seeing some pretty great things.” “Hohoho.” The beautiful peaks. The Great Cliff. The gentle, wide river. And the waterfall creating rainbows. It was a view so magnificent that it felt right to be grateful. “Now then… I-if you are truly grateful, don’t you think it’s polite to show it through your actions?” ”?” ”…F-fortunately—or rather, unfortunately—I have already received your wanton creampie inside me countless times today. No matter how much more you pour in, it makes no difference anymore.” “Wait, hold on! Clan Chief, what on earth are you saying so suddenly in the middle of this wide-open outdoors!?” “Eh? Elves do not feel the need to retreat indoors every time they mate. In fact, when lovers say they are ‘going deep into the forest,’ it is a metaphor for procreation.” ”…Ah.” “So… that is…” “Alright, alright. …You lewd woman.”
“Ngh…♪” “A-And also…” “Hmm…?” “…Is it that you want to be lovers, Airlina?” I tried asking something a little important, pretending it was just passing conversation. “Ah, auu…” Fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, Airlina spoke in a flustered, incoherent mess, her ears drooping and her face bright red. “Y-You are a hero, but at the end of the day, you are but a human, and I am—despite how it looks—one of the pinnacles of the Elves. I-It is only natural that you would fall in love with me, but a relationship as lovers is, well, perhaps a little difficult.” “I see…” “B-But…!” Airlina squeezed my hand tightly, looking up at me with a desperate expression. “…If it were you, you would ignore my circumstances.” “………” “You would… you would take me by force and make me yours, wouldn’t you…?” “…I’m warning you, Airlina.” “………” “I call that kind of thing a ‘female slave,’ you know?” “…I know that.” “A ‘female slave’ is a much more embarrassing name than you think, and I won’t hold back when it comes to my own slave, you know?” “…I know.” “Even so.” I did it on purpose. “Even so, do you still want to be taken, you slut?” By using such cruel words, I was creating an escape route for her, pushing her away—and yet, I felt like I was being somewhat indulgent with her, my voice betraying my own weakness. “…I am the Clan Chief. Airlina, Chief of the White Clan.” Then, Airlina maintained a semblance of dignity. “Even so, you are going to take me, aren’t you, you pervert?” Demanding a decision from me, she undid her cloak clasp and let the mantle fall. “…You know me too well.” “…Because I am a slut, after all♪” And so, as we both pressed the responsibility onto one another, we kissed and collapsed into the thicket. The unicorn let out a soft snort. Perhaps it was laughing at how ridiculous we were.
(To be continued)