After some more flirting and nonsense in the Golden Clan’s territory, we headed back to the ranch in the carriage pulled by the old horse. From there, we returned the carriage and set off for the next clan territory.
“Evening is approaching. Shall we make our next stop a place that will let us stay the night?”
“Are there actually places that won’t let you stay?”
I mean, this is a visit from a Clan Leader. Surely they can at least lend us a place to sleep.
“Setting aside Silver, where Old Man Gust has retired, it might be a bit awkward to ask for lodging in the territories of Purple—that fortune-telling怪人 (oddity) Granny Alma—or Gold, which belongs to Old Man Oliver, who is considered a senior to Gust.”
”…Are you really okay with phrasing it like that?”
“People certainly say all sorts of things when they think no one is listening.”
Well, even among Elves, a bit of gossip is bound to happen when they live together in a community.
But Silver, Purple, and Gold, huh?
“So, does that mean Blue or Green would be okay?”
At that Clan Council, the ones we became enemies with were the remaining five clans, excluding Irina’s White, Dier’s Red, Golks’s Orange, and Christi’s Sakura. I heard they are all ideologically conservative.
“In that group, Old Man Shakir of Green leans toward the moderate side. Or rather, Green can hardly be called a unified front, as the hot-blooded heir candidates frequently engage in massive brawls. As for the old man himself, who is constantly mediating, he simply wishes for nothing more—for better or worse—than for nothing to happen to the forest.”
“And what if I said, ‘Let us stay’?”
“He would likely tell you just not to cause too much mischief within the territory. Even so, he should recognize you, Lord Smeason.”
…He was such a frail, withered old man that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but it sounds like he’s someone living under constant stress.
“What about Blue?”
“The Clan Leader is Old Man Voice… Well, you’ll see when we get there. Let’s plan to stay over there tonight.”
Irina activated teleportation magic from the distorted plaza. We were enveloped in light and instantly transported.
The Blue Clan village sat by the water.
Since a clan village is, essentially, a village, it’s only natural to choose a site near a water source… but this was enormous. No, not the village—the water.
“Is this… a lake?”
“It’s the sea.”
“Th-the sea?! Does the Ancient Barrier include the ocean!?”
The Ancient Barrier distorts the spatial connection to the outside world. I can’t imagine how troublesome things would be if the barrier extended even into the depths of the ocean.
“It is not a vast area, only a tiny portion. Even so, the fact remains that it is severed from the outer sea, so fish cannot wander in. It seems the sea in front of this clan village is used as a sort of man-made fish pond.”
“Then what do you do when you want something like ocean fish?”
“You row out beyond the barrier and engage in a fierce battle between Elves and the raging sea.”
…In an instant, a mental image unfolded in my mind: howling winds and dark skies. Elves navigating canoes through turbulent waves. Carrying fishing gear in both hands, hauling in tuna, marlin, penguins, and walruses. Occasionally returning under a “big catch” flag after life-or-death struggles with sea serpents and giant sea beasts.
”…My image of Elves is being eroded with unprecedented intensity right now.”
“Hmm. I do not know what you were thinking, but you are likely not far from the truth.”
“Are you serious!?”
No way.
Or so I thought, until I saw that on the seaside pier, a group of blue elves were gathered around a massive pot, holding a sea-man-style gathering exactly as one would imagine. “Heave-ho! You’re gonna… fall… in love… with the Sea Elves! ♪” “Hahaha! Hey! We’re running low on booze!” “Let’s gut the next Lance Shark too!” With sun-baked faces that were anything but elven, several long-eared fishermen were singing and dancing with great joy. Sitting at the head of the gathering was an old man, fondling the backside of a young elven girl, and he looked familiar. “How’s it going, Old Man Voice?” ”…Huh? Oh, you… You’re from… White Yan’s place, aren’t you…?” “It’s Airlina.” “Oh, that’s right, that’s right. Well, drink up.” “I shall.” While being pinched by the elven girl whose backside he had just touched, Old Man Voice handed a cup to Airlina and poured her a drink, seemingly without a single thought in his head. “And… uh… who are you again?” It seemed I had been completely forgotten. A nearby elf—a regular-looking one who didn’t look like much of a fisherman—offered a whispered reminder. “Lord Voice, this is the human from that business with the Holy Beast.” Old Man Voice paused for a moment. Then: “What do you mean ‘that business’? Ugh, forget it, you drink too! By the way, which clan are you from?” “From Polka…” “A clan from Polates?! Well, fine, here, hold your cup. I’ll pour it for you myself.” For the time being, he didn’t seem to care about anything else. I took a sip of the alcohol myself. It went down smoothly. Actually, I’ve had this before. “Ah, is this… by any chance…?” “Indeed. It is ‘Wild Whale.’ You drank some last night as well, didn’t you?” Come to think of it, he did mention it was brewed in the Blue Clan’s territory. “Oh, that’s right, it’s delicious, isn’t it? The one who makes this brew is my grandson’s brother-in-law, you see…” And so, Old Man Voice’s bragging about his family began.
…
The sun had fully set, and Old Man Voice’s storytelling finally came to an end under the moonlight. “And that is why my ship is now used as a raw material for good luck charms.” The content of his story had drifted off to some completely unrelated topic. At that point, Airlina interrupted him while refilling his cup. “By the way, could you lend us a place to stay tonight? I am currently in the middle of guiding Mr. Sympson through the forest.” “Ah, I see. Right. I don’t know what’s going on, but anyway, here—Entra, do something about this.” “Yes, yes…” The regular-looking elven youth who had spoken up earlier stepped forward toward us, looking slightly exasperated. “The rooms are ready, so please, follow me.” “Oh! If you ever feel like drinking again, come join us!”
Old Man Voice was in high spirits, shaking his sake flask. Once again, he had been touching a young girl’s buttocks and getting pinched for it.
”…Well, that’s just the kind of old man Voice is.”
“I could tell.”
“He was originally renowned for his martial prowess, but he’s the type of man who leaves all the fine details to others. Well, since Silver Gast and Grandma Alma the Purple seem wise during the clan meetings, he simply leaves the difficult discussions to them.”
“Hey, is it really okay for a clan representative to be like that?”
“It might not be ideal elsewhere, but as you can see with Blue, things are working out just fine. In an environment like that, popularity is everything.”
I had assumed there would be all sorts of elves—some aggressive, some friendly—but I hadn’t realized there were types like this in the deep forests.
Naturally, even when staying at another clan’s manor, we weren’t placed in the same room. Aina and I were assigned separate guest rooms in Old Man Voice’s mansion.
“See you later, Aina. Until tomorrow.”
“Mm. I wonder where we shall go tomorrow.”
“Just decide based on how you feel, as long as it doesn’t take too long.”
After exchanging goodnight greetings, I climbed into bed. There was something refreshing about a room where you could hear the sound of waves from beyond the window; it felt incredibly peaceful, and likely due to the alcohol, I fell asleep almost instantly.
When morning came and I woke up…
”…Mnuu…”
“Hey.”
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Aina was in the same futon. Furthermore, she was naked. I guess her “sleeping naked” preference is officially confirmed.
”…Yawn. …Good morning, Master Simson.”
“You slept in the other room, you know.”
”…Did I now?”
I don’t understand the point of playing dumb like that.
“Huaa… Ah. Well, is it my charm that leads to this? Being a fine woman is truly a sin.”
Then, with half-lidded eyes, Aina reached out and touched my morning arousal without any hesitation.
“That’s just how humans are in the morning; we’re energetic.”
“Ho. That is quite convenient.”
I tried to tell her that it had nothing to do with her charm, but… The sensation of her small, slightly warm body wouldn’t let me say anything cruel.
…It was a body I had tasted many times yesterday. Her slender limbs that felt like they might break, her narrow waist that I could wrap both my palms around, her tight and easily moistened sex. And…
“Fufun? You have the look of someone who wants something, don’t you?”
That beautiful, innocent, and lovely face.
“You caught me. …Hey, Aina.”
“Hmm.”
“Lick me.”
”…That is not something one says first thing in the morning♪”
Instead of scolding my sudden lapse in reason, Aina let out a little giggle and began to wriggle under the covers to respond. I grabbed her, lifted her body, and pulled her on top of me.
“Wh-What are you…?”
“I’m going to lick you, too.”
“Mmm, mmmph… Is it this pervert?” “Shut up, you perverted woman.” I straddled her face with Airlina, forcing her to suck on my cock. Breeding someone first thing in the morning isn’t a bad idea, but this kind of thing is fine too. “I-I’m going to lick it… Hyah, y-you… you should at least ask me first…!?” “Slurp… Lick, lick… No way. First come, first served.” “Y-you absolute degenerate!” At first, Airlina was licking me with a certain degree of trepidation, but as if to compete with me, she suddenly took the glans into her small mouth with a gulp. Not to be outdone, I pried her labia apart, intent on coating her slightly immature—but irresistibly pleasurable—hole with saliva. “Y-you… how can you be so indiscreet…! D-don’t touch my clitoris! I’ll… I’ll cum…!!” “Is that a no? Slurp… Alright, then let’s try this.” “Fwah!?” I began licking her anus as well. Between her fleshy butt cheeks, which felt as soft as mochi against my face, I savored Airlina’s adorable anus to my heart’s content. “St-stop, stop it, …At least just a little, stop… W-warawa will finish before I can even drink your seed…!” “Eh… Y-you don’t have to drink it, you know? You can just shove it into this mouth once it’s ready.” I’d heard that even though many people suck it, they often spit it out. However, Airlina argued while working feverishly to lick the glans. “I will drink… I-I heard that you make that Apple drink your juices every single day…” “W-well, yeah.” “…Even I, at least toward you, am a full-fledged woman. No, I want to be a full-fledged woman. If that person can do it and I cannot, I won’t be able to rest easy.” “It’s not like it makes that much of a difference whether you drink it or not… though I am happy about it.” “I-if you are happy, then that is enough for me… mmpgh!” Airlina was sucking my cock almost out of pure spite. The sight of this tiny noblewoman working so hard to suck on my grotesque cock was incredibly lewd, and her clumsy yet enthusiastic strokes vigorously stimulated my pleasure centers. And so, forgetting all resistance, while feeling the warmth of Airlina’s thighs against my ears… “Mmp… Ngh, nnn… Nnnh…!? Ngh, nghghgh…!!?” Ejaculation. Airlina tried to suck it all up as if clinging to it, but as she tried to swallow, she began to choke. “Gah…!?” “Oh… Hey, are you okay, Airlina?” While feeling a twinge of loneliness because my cock had been pulled away mid-ejaculation, I worried for the choking Airlina—through her buttocks. However, once her coughing subsided, Airlina looked terribly frustrated as she stared at the semen that had splattered across my hips. She was likely tearing up because of the coughing, which only made her look more pitiful and adorable. “W-warawa… will…!” “You don’t even have to drink it…” “…Warawa! Said! That I want to drink it!” “…Don’t scream that loudly.” What if that young man, Entra, or whoever heard that? “The illusions are properly set. …Lord Smyson, p-please… let me drink it just one more time.”
”…There’s no need to get so worked up…” That said, standing before a beautiful girl who was pleading for me to let her drink my semen with tears welling in her eyes… ”…O-oh! ♪” “Well… since I’m already hard, I guess it’s fine.” My cock was certainly an early riser.
After agreeing to a rematch with Irina, I said my goodbyes to Old Man Voice, who was still continuing his banquet, and headed toward the Teleportation Plaza. …Since the climate within the barrier’s forest is warm and mild, it seems the custom of the Blue Clan is to continue banquets for days on end, much like the walking dead, interspersed with naps on the spot. “Very well… shall we head to Sakura next, then?” “Sakura? You mean Christi’s place?” “Indeed. That place is quite something in its own right.” Irina activated her teleportation magic, and we were enveloped in light.
Leaving the salty scent of the Blue Clan Village behind, the first thing I noticed was the scent of flowers. Even for someone like me, who has never been particularly particular about such scents, the wind carried a distinct, refreshing, and magnificent fragrance. “Whoa…” When I opened my eyes, the blinding light of the teleportation had faded, and the surroundings were nothing less than a field of flowers. I had been here once before, but that time it had been a full-scale clan barbecue, so this was my first time seeing it under normal circumstances. And as expected, the primary impression was: flowers. “Were there always this many flowers?” “The last time we came, it was filled with the smell of grilled Unicorn meat, wasn’t it?” “Sigh… It really is beautiful, seeing it like this. It lives up to its reputation.” “Well, the flowers are nice, but that isn’t what I meant by ‘something special,’ you know?” Irina gave a mischievous grin and began walking.
The Sakura Clan Village sits halfway up a gentle hill. As I followed Irina up the slope, the summit opened up into a small observation plaza. And from there, the plains stretching beyond the hills went on and on, and on, and on—a truly vast, endless pasture. “Whoa… this is incredible…” While scattered groves could be seen here and there, everything else was pastureland. These weren’t seasonal meadows like the area around Polka, but well-managed grazing lands. Dotting that pastureland in countless numbers were Unicorns. The mythical beasts that some even claimed had gone extinct in the northern part of the continent were being raised here in staggering numbers. Wait, this is “raising” them… right? “It looks almost like a massive, uncontrolled Unicorn outbreak…” “Well, without agricultural magic for livestock, the people of Sakura certainly couldn’t manage this on their own. And what we can see from here is not even a quarter of the total area.” ”…Hm?” Thinking to myself that Irina had suddenly switched to a more polite way of speaking, I turned around—and there stood Christi. The leader… no, the acting leader… of the Sakura Clan, whom I had encountered several times before. “Good day, Mr. Sympson, Irina. You caught me by surprise, arriving so suddenly.” “Indeed. We are intruding, Christi.” “Uh, hey.” “How are you faring? If you like, perhaps you could join us for lunch here?” Christi held up a basket and several bamboo water flasks.
“Are you sure?” The efficiency was far too high for something prepared just for us. Christie gave a wry smile. “To be honest, I originally made enough for my father, his disciples, and the unicorns over there. But… well, I’ve already had more made for them to take along separately.” Even Irina seemed to realize she was imposing, laughing with a troubled expression. “We are in your debt.” “Don’t worry about it. It would be much sadder if we couldn’t offer any hospitality to the Clan Leader of the White Clan and the Hero of the Holy Beast Labyrinth.” Christie smiled softly. …Ah, I’m jealous. That “big sister” vibe.
The top of a hill blessed with clear skies. A picnic lunch on a carpet of green, surrounded by beautiful women and lovely girls. A refreshing breeze scented with flowers. Sandwiches made with soft, sweet elf-specialty bread and thick slices of unicorn ham. And a tea with a strangely mysterious aroma. “I feel… incredibly happy…” “Oh my. I’m just glad you find it to your liking.” “That being said, you’re looking a bit too entranced, my friend.” But everything just feels so pleasant. “I can see why the elves would decide to never leave the forest for the rest of their lives.” “You’re getting far too emotional over just some sandwiches and syrup tea.” “How rude. …But, why don’t you stay the night here? If it’s at our manor, we can serve even more elaborate dishes.” Wow. That’s a tempting proposal. …Man, this is nice. This is so nice. This sense of satisfaction. This feeling of floating. And. The beautiful girl, and the beautiful woman. ”…Christie. Something is strange about Lord Sympson. Did you put something unusual in the food or tea?” “Wait, hold on, come to think of it… Ah!” “What do you mean, ‘ah’! What are we going to do? If anything happens to Lord Sympson, Diane, the Holy Beasts, the Dragons, everyone will—” Man, this is so nice. The beautiful girl, and the beautiful woman. Irina, and Christie. …How should I put it… as a man. It’s irresistible. ”…” My legs moved on their own, pulling me up. I didn’t feel like I was intentionally shifting my center of gravity. It felt as if I were being pulled. But I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Vaguely, yet clearly. “Lo… Lord Sympson…?” “I-If I recall, the decoction of Kanetsuki grass berries is supposed to have a mild stimulant effect on humans…” “Christie!?” The two of them were saying something, but I couldn’t quite make sense of it, so I just let it wash over me.
I slowly reached out and grabbed the nearest person, Christie, seizing both her hands and kissing her. Christie’s eyes went wide with shock. “M-Master Sympson!!” I ignored Irena’s startled cry, as expected, and proceeded to ravage the inside of Christie’s mouth to my heart’s content. ”…Let me…” She murmured in a dazed voice. “U-Um… does that mean…?” “Sex.” “Ah, well… um, me…?” She spoke with a troubled expression. Well, as long as she was only “troubled,” I suppose it was fine. “Yeah. Christie, I want to take you.” “Ah… I-I see… It can’t be helped, then.” Christie gave a troubled smile. “Go ahead.” “Christie, what are you doing!?” “Because I can’t leave it up to you.” With a wry smile, she began to slowly undo her buttons. Midway through, I grabbed her shirt and tore the buttons away with a series of pops, baring Christie’s breasts. They were huge. ”…Ngh…” “Ahnn…” Christie accepted me without protest when I suddenly buried my face in her breasts. I pinned her down, hiking up her skirt to expose her lower body as well. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She was lewd. This woman was a slut. “No panties…” “U-Underwear is something some clans wear, and some clans do not…” “In other words, Christie, you wanted me to put it in…” “No, that’s—well, it’s not not that…” “Wh-What are you saying!?” “B-But if I said no, I’d be… to you…” “Even though you’re fine with me!?” “Both of you are being way too loud!” I spread Christie’s weakly resisting legs, smeared saliva onto her relatively dry vagina, and pushed inside with a bit of force. “Ngh… U-Ugh…” Then, leaving Christie to close her eyes against the sensation of the intrusion, I pulled Irena toward me with one hand and kissed her. “Wh-!? M-Master Sympson, that girl is…!” “I-I said it was fine… Mmph… I… I have… with Master Sympson, countless times…!” “E-Eh…? Ah, ugh!?” With one hand lifting Christie’s leg and the other holding Irena close, I began to thrust my hips.
…Ah, somehow, it feels… so good.
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“Synthesizing the information: there is no doubt that Andy and Irina were walking through multiple clan territories yesterday.” “And I hear there are even testimonies that they seemed strangely close.” ”…Which means this is…” “A sneak attack.” “Truly unforgivable.” “U-Um… shouldn’t we also consider the possibility that they might be in much more danger…?” “Let’s go, Lyra. I won’t say we can’t fly without an order from our Master in a situation like this.” “To think they’d go skulking off into the forest to slip past us… It’s been a while since we’ve had such a perfect chance to crash the party! ♪” “I, too, feel the need to have a word with Lady Irina.” “Um… Uh… Ugh, pull yourself together!” “Good luck, everyone! ☆ Oh, Neia-chan, wouldn’t you like to try wearing something a bit more daring?” “Eek!? N-No, I’m fine! I’m perfectly fine!”
(To be continued)