Even in the Golden Clan’s territory, there was some bickering to deal with before we returned to the ranch in an old horse-drawn carriage.
Once we handed back the carriage and moved on to the next clan domain.
“The evening is drawing near. Shall we find somewhere to lodge for the night?”
“Are there places that won’t take us in?”
After all, this is a visit from a clan chief; one would expect at least shelter to be offered.
“It’s quite an ordeal to ask for accommodation in Silver Lady Gasto’s retired realm, or in Purple Matriarch Alma’s domain as the fortune-telling oddball, or even in Gold Lord Oliver’s territory where he’s considered Gasto’s senior brother.”
”…Is that what you mean?”
“If no one else hears it, then there’s nothing wrong with saying it.”
Well, even elves, once they settle together, start whispering behind backs sooner or later.
However, Silver, Purple, and Gold…
“So Blue, Green, and the rest are fine, then?”
Of the clans opposed to her at that clan meeting, aside from Irina’s White, Dierle’s Crimson, Goleus’s Orange, and Christy’s Sakura, were the remaining five clans.
All said to be conservative in ideology.
“Green elder Shakier leans toward moderation within their group. Or rather, Green has several successor candidates full of blood and spirit who argue fiercely every so often, making it hard to call them a united front. That elder himself, whether for good or ill, merely prays that nothing happens in the forest.”
“So if we just say ‘We need lodging’?”
“At least they’ll warn us not to act recklessly within their borders. They should recognize Lord Smayson at least.”
…That old man was so frail it was impossible to guess what he was thinking; simply put, someone burdened by endless worries.
“What about Blue?”
“The clan chief is Elder Voice. …Well, you’ll understand once you see him. Let’s stay there tonight, then.”
Irina activates the teleportation spell from the twisted square.
We are enveloped in light and instantly transported.
The Blue Clan’s estate lay by the water’s edge.
Now, a clan estate is basically just a village; choosing a location near a water source makes perfect sense for daily life…but this place was massive.
Rather, it was the water that was enormous.
“Is this…a lake?”
“It’s the sea.”
“W-wait, the sea?! The ancient barrier even encompasses the sea!?”
The ancient barrier distorts spatial connections with the outside world.
Granted, dealing with land is one thing, but if the barrier extends into the ocean itself, wouldn’t that cause all kinds of complications?
“The area isn’t particularly large; just a tiny bit. Still, since it’s completely cut off from the outside sea, no fish can enter. It seems this stretch of sea in front of our clan estate is used as a kind of living pond.”
“So when we want seafood…”
“You must row out beyond the barrier and face the fury of the storms and fighting elves.”
…Howling winds, dark skies.
Elves braving rough waves in canoes, armed with fishing gear, catching tuna, marlin, penguins, walruses and occasionally engaging life-or-death battles with sea serpents or giant sea beasts before returning triumphantly under full sails of celebration.
That image suddenly materialized in my mind.
”…It feels like my mental image of elves is being invaded like never before.”
“Hmm. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’m probably right about it being wrong.”
“Seriously!?”
No way, for real.
But to my surprise, on the dock by the sea, blue elves were gathered around a huge cauldron, holding what looked like an in-character meeting of those Sea Devils.
“Come on, fall head over heels for us Sea Elves~ ♪”
“Hahaha! Hey, more booze!”
“Let’s gut the next Lance Shark too!”
Several long-eared fishermen with sun-browned faces—totally unbecoming for elves—were singing and dancing joyfully atop the gathering.
Among those seated at the high place was an elderly elf man fondling a young elf girl’s rear end, who looked familiar.
“Feeling okay, Voice Uncle?”
“Huh? Oh, you… weren’t you from somewhere around the White Yanderes?”
“Irina.”
“Oh right, right. Come on, drink up!”
“I’ll have some.”
While being poked by the elf girl he’d been fondling, Elder Voice poured wine for Irina with an expression that suggested he had nothing on his mind at all.
“And then… ah… who are you?”
Apparently, I was completely forgotten.
A plain-looking elf standing nearby, who didn’t seem to do much fishing anyway, whispered in my support.
“Voice-sama, we’re the humans from back when it was about that Holy Beast matter.”
Elder Voice paused for a moment. Then—
“So what’s ‘back then,’ ‘back then’? Nah, forget it! You drink too! By the way, which clan are you from?”
“From Polka…”
“The Polka clan?! Well fine then, here, hold your cup—I’ll pour it myself!”
At least he didn’t seem to care about anything right now.
I took a sip of the wine myself.
It was smooth-tasting wine. Or maybe I’d had this before?
“Aha, could this be…”
“Indeed. It’s ‘Stormy Whale.’ Didn’t you drink some of it last night?”
So that’s what they called it. I vaguely remember them saying it was made in the blue clan’s territory.
“Oh yeah, right. Tasty, huh? This wine is made by my grandson’s brother-in-law.”
And so, Elder Voice launched into bragging about his own family tree.
…
The sun had long set, and under the moonlight, Elder Voice finally finished his tale.
“So my ship will now be used as raw material for lucky charms,” he concluded.
He’d already been talking about going somewhere tomorrow afternoon anyway.
Just then, Irina cut in while pouring drinks for Elder Voice.
“By the way, could you lend us lodging tonight? We’re bringing Master Smyson and are on our way to guide someone through the forest.”
“Aah, I see, right. Well, whatever—I say Entru, handle it!”
“Yes, yes…”
The ordinary elf youth who had just suggested this stepped forward in front of us with a slightly exasperated look.
“Your rooms are prepared. This way, please.”
“Great! Feel free to stop by and join us whenever you get the craving for another round!”
Voice Omu, shaking a flask in high spirits, found himself pinched and poked on the rear by a young girl again.
”…Well, I’m not some old man like that.”
“I get it, kind of.”
“He used to be renowned for his martial prowess, yet he leaves everything else entirely to others. Still, at the clan council, since the Silver Gust and Violet Alma lady seem wise enough, difficult matters are entrusted to them.”
“Come on, is that really acceptable for a clan representative?”
“While it may not work elsewhere, Blue has done well with this approach just as he does. In such an environment, popularity above all else is key.”
Though I’d always known elves could be either aggressive or friendly in various ways, I hadn’t realized there were even ones like this among those living deep in the hinterlands.
At least, staying overnight at another clan’s house doesn’t mean sharing a room.
Me and Irina were assigned separate guest chambers within Voice Omu’s residence.
“Well then, Irina. See you tomorrow.”
“Mm. Where are we going tomorrow?”
“Just pick something that won’t drag on too long, I suppose.”
After exchanging goodnights, I collapsed into bed. Hearing the waves crashing outside the window felt fresh and strangely soothing; thanks to the alcohol, I fell asleep almost immediately.
The next morning, when I awoke:
“…nnng.”
“Hey.”
Irina was already in the same futon with me, as if it were perfectly normal.
Moreover, completely naked. So she’s definitely of the “sleep nude” faction.
“…phew… Good morning, Lord Smyson.”
“You slept in that other room yesterday.”
”…Well, I did, you see.”
There really isn’t any meaning to try and dodge this right now.
“Hehe… Ah, but perhaps my charm lies in just this sort of thing. Beautiful women are indeed a dangerous commodity.”
Then, with half-open sleepy eyes, Irina reached out without hesitation to stroke my morning-erect member.
“That’s just because humans get energized in the mornings.”
“Oh, I see. That’s quite convenient.”
I tried to say that it had nothing to do with your charm, but…
That slightly warm, petite frame made me unable to deny what a remarkable thing this was.
…A body I’ve tasted countless times before yesterday.
Delicate limbs that seem ready to snap, a slim waist I could cup entirely in both palms, a tight yet easily wet vagina. And then…
“Hmph? Making that greedy face again, aren’t you?”
That flawless, innocent, and adorable expression.
“You’ve been caught… Hmm, Irina?”
“Lick it.”
”…Not the first thing to discuss in the morning ♪”
What I’d intended as mere coquetry, my unruly thoughts, caused Irina to chuckle softly before wriggling deeper into the futon as if to comply.
I caught her instead and lifted her body, placing me upon her.
“N-nwhat…?”
“I want to lick it too.”
“Uh, mmmph… you freak guy.”
“Shut up, you hysterical bitch.”
I straddled Irina’s face, making her suck my cock.
Morning insemination isn’t bad either, but something like this is nice too.
“N-n-no, don’t l-lick me… f-fu, y-you asked for it b-beforehand…!?”
“Slurp~… lick, lick. Good girl, first come, first served.”
“Oh, you damn pervert!”
Irina had started tentatively at first, licking with a mix of surprise and wariness, but then, as if challenging me, she suddenly opened her tiny mouth wide and swallowed my glans whole in one bite.
I wasn’t about to lose either; I parted her labia and began drenching her somewhat immature but incredibly pleasurable hole with saliva.
“T-th-that’s far too unrefined for you… D-don’t f-fiddle with my balls, otherwise I-I’ll cum…!!”
“Raw? Slurp… Alright then, here we go.”
“Fuah!?”
She licks the ass hole too.
Between her cheeks, which offer a texture like mochi dough, she luxuriates in Irina’s cute anus.
“S-stop, stop already… p-please stop even for just a little bit… b-before I-I can drink your seed juice…”
“Eh… you don’t h-have to d-drink it, do you? You can just spit it out as you go, dump whatever you made into my mouth.”
I hear that many people who suck also tend to spit it out afterwards.
But Irina argued back while diligently licking my glans.
“I-I will drink… Y-you said if I listen, that guy Apple makes me drink this every day…”
“M-mmm, well yeah.”
“---Even I, at the very least in your presence, am a proper woman. No, I want to be a proper woman. It would make my stomach churn if he’s capable but I’m not.”
“It really isn’t such a big difference whether you drink it or not… though I’d be happy about it.”
“I-I’ll just be happy i-if you’re happy… n-mmph”
Irina, driven almost entirely by pride, forces me to cum by sucking my cock.
The sight of this tiny noble making such grotesque efforts to slurp and gulp at my cock is thoroughly disgusting, yet her halting but passionate strokes relentlessly hammer away at my pleasure center.
And as I forget all resistance, feeling the warmth of Irina’s thighs against both ears…
“Mmph… mm, mm… mmm? …Nghhh!!?”
Ejaculation.
Irina clung to it like a leech, trying to suck it up and swallow it, but gagged instead.
“Gurp…!?”
“Oh… hey, are you okay, Irina?”
Feeling a twinge of sadness that my cock had been thrown out the moment I started ejaculating, I worried about the gurgling, gagging Irina from behind her ass.
But once her coughing subsided, she vomited all over my waist, and seeing the scattered semen made her look incredibly regretful.
Even though it was due to the coughing, her tears made her look even more pitiful and cute.
“I-I can’t… h-help myself…”
“That’s nothing if you can’t drink it anyway…”
“---I w-want to! I want to drink it! I told you so!”
”…Don’t scream like that in such a loud voice.”
If that youth named Entra hears it, what will he think?
“I made sure the illusion was properly set up. …Lord Smayson, ah, just one more time, may I let you drink from me?”
“No need to get so worked up over it…”
Still, faced with this beautiful young girl tearfully begging me to drink her seed despite holding back tears in her eyes.
“O-oh my… ♪”
“Well… since your dick’s already hard, I suppose you may as well.”
My penis had quite literally woken up early that morning.
After agreeing to participate in Irina’s rematch, we greeted Old Man Voice who was still holding the banquet, then moved on toward the Transfer Plaza.
…The climate inside the barrier forest is warm and gentle; apparently, the custom among those of Blue is to linger here day after day like living corpses while occasionally napping or getting in each other’s way, continuing the party.
“That’s right then… so perhaps we should head to Sakuragi next?”
“Sakuragi… you mean that place called Christie’s?”
“Indeed. It truly is something special there.”
Irina activates her teleportation magic, enveloped in a sphere of light.
Leaving behind the seafood-scented manor of the Blue clan, the first thing I sensed was the fragrance of flowers.
Even for me, who never particularly paid attention to such scents, this breeze carried a crisp, brilliant aroma unmistakable on the tongue.
“Oh, o-o…”
By the time the glare of the teleportation light faded and I opened my eyes, the surroundings were nothing less than a field of flowers.
I had visited once before, but it was during an all-clan barbecue party then; this was my first time seeing it in its normal state.
And as usual, my first impression remained focused on the flowers themselves.
“Are there really that many flowers here?”
“When I came last, we couldn’t see past the smell of roasted one-horned horses.”
“Heh… looking at them again now, they’re truly beautiful. Just amazing.”
“Well, while the flowers are nice, what I meant by ‘amazing’ isn’t that, is it?”
Irina grinned and set off walking forward.
The Sakuragi clan’s manor sits atop a gently sloping hillside.
As we climbed up the hill following Irina, the summit had been developed into a small viewing terrace.
From there, the plain stretching beyond the other side of the hill seemed to extend endlessly in every direction—a vast ranch.
“Whoa… this is absolutely something…”
Although scattered woods could be seen here and there, everything else consisted entirely of managed pastures—not limited seasonal ones like those around Poruka, but well-tended grazing lands.
Dotted across these pastures, counting by the thousands if not more, were the one-horned horses.
The mythical beasts said to have already gone extinct in the northern continents were being kept in such astonishing numbers.
Or is this more of a case of… mass reproduction?
“It looks like there’s just an overwhelming surge of one-horned horses that’s hard to manage…”
“Without agricultural magic specifically for livestock husbandry, they certainly couldn’t be managed by the Sakuragi clan alone. What you can see from here is still less than a quarter of it.”
”…Huh?”
It suddenly occurred to me that Irina had switched to a polite tone of speech. Glancing back, there stood Christie.
We’ve met face-to-face a few times now; the leader of the Sakuragi clan… or perhaps acting leader?
“Hello there! Surprised you both by such an unexpected visit.”
“Mm. We’re causing quite a disturbance, aren’t we, Christie?”
“Oh, hi there!”
“How about it? If you’d like, perhaps we could have lunch here?”
Christie lifted up her basket and several bamboo water skins to show us.
“Is that okay?”
The efficiency she displayed in preparing this, considering it was made for us, felt far too polished.
Christy offered a wry smile.
“I actually made this as our share alongside my father and his disciples to see off the Hornless Ogres coming from beyond, but honestly… we’re having another batch specially prepared just for them so I can bring that along instead.”
Sensing Irlina had put considerable effort into things, she smiled with a look of mild concern.
“Very sorry,” Christy said softly.
“It’s fine. It would be more sorrowful if the Clan Leader of the White and Hero of the Beast Maze arrived without any hospitality at all.”
Christy’s smile was gentle.
…Ah, this is nice. An atmosphere like that of an older sister.
A sunny day atop a hill. A picnic lunch on a carpet of green grass, shared with beautiful women and young beauties.
The breeze carried the crisp scent of flowers. Soft, sweet bread baked by the elves themselves, filled with thick slices of Hornless Ogres’s ham, sandwiched between warm buns.
And tea with a strangely pleasant aroma.
“Such profound happiness…”
“Oh dear, oh my. Seems to have hit your taste buds, which is wonderful.”
“But really, you’re getting far too entranced, aren’t you?”
Because everything felt just right.
“That explains why the elves think they could never leave the forest again; I can see their mindset.”
“Grateful over something as simple as a sandwich and syrup tea? Come on now.”
“Oh, rude! …But how about spending tonight here? We can serve much more elaborate dishes at our estate if you stay.”
Wow. A tempting proposition.
…It feels so good.
So incredibly good.
This sense of fulfillment. This feeling of lightness floating above the world.
And then.
A young beauty, and a mature beauty.
”…Christy. Something seems off about Lord Smithson’s behavior. Did you put something strange in his meal or tea?”
“Eh, wait a minute… Oh right.”
“What’s wrong? A-aah! What should I do if anything happens to Lord Smithson? Diane, the Sacred Beasts, the Dragon, everyone…”
So incredibly good.
A young beauty, and a mature beauty.
Irina and Christy.
…In a word, that kind of manly perspective.
I can’t stand it.
”…Hmph.”
My legs seemed to move on their own as I stood up unbidden. There was no conscious sense of shifting my center of gravity; rather, it felt as though something unseen was pulling me along.
Yet, what exactly I wanted was perfectly clear in my mind—vaguely yet unmistakably.
“S-Smithson… Lord?”
“T-technically, boiled juice from the Kanetsuki plant berry is supposed to have a slight stimulant effect on humans…”
“Christy!?”
You two are saying something or other, but I can’t quite make it out, so I let my ears slide off.
I casually snatched the nearest Christie, clamped both her hands in mine, and kissed her. Christie stared at me with wide, panicked eyes.
“S-Sir Smithson!!”
Ignoring Irina’s startled cry, I thoroughly ravaged the inside of Christie’s mouth.
”…Let yourself be used.”
I murmured in a dazed voice.
“Oh, um… t-that…”
“Sex.”
“Oh, um, s-so… are you talking about me…?”
She said it with a confused expression. Fine by me if she’s only slightly flustered.
“Yes, Christie. I want to fuck you.”
“Ah… y-yes, I guess… there’s no avoiding it.”
Christie laughed while wearing that troubled look.
“Do go ahead.”
“What the hell are you doing, Christie!?”
“After all, I can’t just leave it up to you…”
She continued unbuttoning her blouse slowly despite her wry smile.
Halfway through, I grabbed her shirt and ripped the buttons apart, exposing her chest.
She’s huge.
”…Nngh!” “Ah—” Christie readily accepted me burying my face in her breasts without a second thought or reproach. I pushed her down, lifted her skirt, and revealed her lower body. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She’s promiscuous. This woman is utterly lustful.
“No pants…”
“In this tribe, some clans wear undergarments and others don’t…”
“That means Christie wanted me inside…”
“N-no, that’s… n-not quite right either…”
“W-what are you saying!!”
“I-I mean, if she’d object, I wouldn’t…”
“She said she likes me!!”
“Both of you shut up—”
I spread Christie’s legs apart, coated her relatively dry vagina with saliva, and forcefully inserted myself.
“Nngh… u-kuh…”
Ignoring Christie’s squinting eyes from the foreign intrusion, I took Irina’s hand, pulled her close, and kissed her.
“Wha—!? S-Sir Smithson, t-that girl…”
“S-she said she’d accept it… mmmph… W-well, as for me… I’ve already been with Sir Smithson… more times than I can count…!”
“E-eh?! Um, a-ah, uu!?” With one hand lifting Christie’s leg and the other embracing Irina, I rocked my hips back and forth.
…Ah, something feels so right. It feels good, you know?
◇◇◇
“Putting all the information together: it’s undeniable that Andy and Irina walked through several clan territories yesterday.”
“Hmph. There are even testimonies suggesting they seemed awfully close, wouldn’t you say?”
”…So this means—”
“They pulled a sneak attack.”
“That’s unforgivable.”
“Oh, um… maybe we should consider the possibility that she could have found herself in some even more dangerous situation…”
“Let’s go, Lyra. In a situation like this, I don’t think anyone would claim our master wouldn’t have given an order to fly.”
“To batten down for the forest like that… it’s rare we get a chance to just barge in without any reservations♪”
“I want to say something to Lady Irina myself.”
“Uh… ahem… ugh, I need to pull this together properly.”
“Everyone do their best! Hmm, shouldn’t Neia-chan try out some bolder outfits?”
“Eep!? No, no, that’s okay!”