They spent the time bickering and fooling around in Gold Clan territory, before returning to the ranch in a carriage drawn by an old horse.
Once they dropped off the carriage, they headed to the next clan territory.
“Evening is approaching. How about we make our next stop somewhere that’ll let us stay for the night?”
“Is there really any place that wouldn’t?”
It was supposed to be a visit from a clan leader. You’d think they’d at least lend them a bed.
“Setting aside Old Man Gast’s silver territory, I find it a bit hard to ask for lodging in Purple Clan territory—home of that fortune-telling oddball, Old Woman Alma—or Gold territory, ruled by Old Man Oliver, who’s often considered Gast’s elder brother.”
”…Is it really such a bad idea to say it out loud?”
“If nobody hears us, no one will mind.”
Well, even elves, when they live together, tend to let a little backtalk slip out now and then.
But silver, purple, gold…
“Then what about blue or green?”
At that clan council, the five clans opposed were everyone except Irina’s white, Diel’s red, Golks’s orange, and Kristi’s cherry blossom.
I’d heard they all leaned conservative in their ideologies.
“Old Man Shaquiel of the green clan is on the moderate side among them. More than that, the green clan has been embroiled in a long-running brawl among hot-headed heirs, making it hard to call things united. Old Man Shaquiel himself, who continues to mediate all this, does nothing good or bad; he simply hopes that nothing happens in the forest.”
“So, what if we just ask, ‘Let us stay?’”
“He’d probably just tell us not to cause too much trouble within his territory. Besides, I suppose he does recognize Lord Smayson’s authority.”
…That old man was so feeble you couldn’t quite tell what was on his mind, but I suppose he must be someone perpetually burdened by worry.
“What about blue?”
“The clan leader is Old Man Vois. …No, just look at him. You’ll see for yourself. Today, let’s make our stay there.”
Irina activated teleportation magic from the crooked plaza.
We were enveloped in light and teleported away.
The blue clan village was situated by the water’s edge.
Well, since a clan village is essentially just a hamlet, it’s only natural to choose a spot near water for daily life… but this place was huge.
Not the village, I mean—the water was the bigger thing.
“Is that a lake?”
“It is a sea.”
“A, a sea!? Does the Ancient Barrier enclose seas too!?”
The Ancient Barrier distorts spatial connections with the outside world.
Leaving land aside, wouldn’t it be a hassle if the barrier extended to the ocean depths?
“The area isn’t large; just a tiny patch. Still, it is cut off from the outer sea, so no fish migrate in. The sea in front of this clan village appears to be used somewhat like an enclosure.”
“Then what do they do when they want sea fish?”
“They row out beyond the barrier and wage a fierce battle against the rough seas and the elves’ spirits.”
…Gale-force winds, a dark sky.
Elves breaking through violent waves in canoes.
Holding fishing gear in their hands, reeling in tuna, swordfish, penguins, and walruses.
Sometimes battling life-and-death struggles with sea serpents or giant sea creatures, the elves return hoisting flags of a bountiful catch.
…That image unfolded in my mind in an instant.
”…My image of elves is being eroded at an unprecedented rate.”
“Hmm. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you’re probably not wrong.”
“For real!?”
Impossible.
Or so I thought, but on the seaside pier, a cluster of blue-skinned elves huddled around massive pots, hosting a gathering that looked exactly like a fisherman’s all-nighter.
“Hey there, you sea elves~ don’t~ get~ attached~♪”
“Hahaha, heh—hey, we’re running outta booze!”
“Gonna break down the next lance shark too, eh?”
With sunburned faces uncharacteristic of elves, several long-eared fishermen sang and danced with infectious joy.
I recognized an old man sitting in the seat of honor at the gathering, who was pawing at the butt of a young elf woman.
“How’s it going, Old Voice?”
”…Hm? Oh, you… I recall you’re from White Yan’s place…”
“Irina.”
“Ah, right, right. Well, have a drink.”
“Thank you.”
While being pinched by the elf woman whose butt he’d been touching, Old Voice handed me a cup and poured some wine without seeming to think about anything in particular.
“And… uh… who are you again?”
I had apparently been completely forgotten.
A nearby ordinary-looking elf, who didn’t seem much involved in fishing, chipped in with a quiet whisper to help things along.
“Lord Voice, this is the human from that incident with the Sacred Beast.”
Old Voice paused for a beat. Then—
“That incident? Which incident? Ah, never mind, just drink! By the way, which clan did you come from?”
“Polka…”
“A Polka clan?! Well, that’s fine enough here. Take this cup, I’ll pour it myself.”
He seemed to not really care about anything at the moment.
I took a sip of the wine myself.
It went down smooth. No wait, I’ve drunk this before.
“Oh—this is, isn’t it”
“Hmm. It’s ‘Whale Rough.’ You drank it last night as well, did you not?”
Oh right, he mentioned it was made in the Blue Clan’s territory.
“Oh—so that’s why. Tasty, eh? My son-in-law’s brother is the one who brews this liquor.”
And just like that, Old Voice launched into a boasting session about his family.
…………。
The sun had fully set, and under the moonlight, Old Voice finally finished his story. “So as you can see, my ship is now raw material for lucky charms.” The content of his story had long since slipped away into tomorrow. At that point, Irina interrupted while pouring a drink for Old Voice. “By the way, could we be allowed lodging for the night? We are in the middle of escorting Mr. Smayson through the forest.” “Ah, I see. Well, whatever it is, just—Entrala, do something about it.” “Yes, yes…” The young ordinary elf who had spoken up earlier stepped forward to meet us with a look of mild resignation. “The rooms are ready. This way, please.” “Oh—come join us if you want some more drinks later!”
Voice Elder was in a jolly mood, waving his sake flask as he went. Once again, he pinched the young girl’s butt and got snapped at for it. “…Well, that’s just Voice for you.” “I get the general idea.” “He had a knack for martial valor from the start, but he always leaves all the fine details up to others. It’s true enough. In the clan council, Silver Gast and old Alma the Purple look so smart, so he tends to hand off the complicated topics to them.” “Is that really acceptable for someone who represents an entire clan?” “It probably wouldn’t work elsewhere, but Blue is doing fine with how it stands. In a place like this, popularity and respect are paramount, after all.” I had assumed elves ranged from aggressive to friendly, but apparently, the deep-wood varieties included folks like this too.
Of course, we wouldn’t be sharing a room while lodging in another clan’s estate. Irina and I were assigned separate guest quarters within Voice Elder’s manor. “See ya, Irina. Again tomorrow.” “Mm-hm. Where shall we go tomorrow?” “Just pick wherever feels right, as long as it doesn’t drag on too long.” After exchanging goodnight wishes, I climbed into bed. It was a novelty to be in a room where the sound of waves came through the window. It put me in an inexplicably soothing mood, and aided by the alcohol, I fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.
When morning broke the next day, I woke up to find…
“…Mmmf.”
“Hey.”
Irina had crawled into the same futon as if it were perfectly natural.
Moreover, she was stark naked. So, confirmed: she’s a nudist when it comes to sleep.
“…Aaah. …Good morning, Master Smayson.”
“You slept in your own room.”
“…Did I?”
Please stop with the deliberate misunderstanding.
“Fwaah… Ah. Nevertheless, is this what my charm looks like? Being a good-looking woman is a sin indeed.”
Still half-asleep, Irina reached out without hesitation to touch my early-morning erection.
“That’s just because human males tend to get energetic in the morning.”
“Oh? How convenient that is.”
I started to say it had nothing to do with her charm, but…
The sensation of her small body, which was slightly warmer than normal, kept me from saying anything too harsh.
…A body I had savored multiple times the previous day.
Her limbs, thin as if they might snap; a waist so slender my hands could wrap around it entirely; a tight vaginal canal that easily grew wet. And then there was—
“Heh heh? You look quite eager.”
That delicate, innocent, and adorable face of hers.
“You got me caught. …Hey, Irina.”
“Mm?”
“Lick it.”
“…That’s rather something to say first thing in the morning♪”
Irina chuckled softly, looking as if she intended to scold my unruly lust. She squirmed under the covers, trying to bury herself back inside.
I grabbed Irina by the surprise of her, lifting her body up and placing it on top of me.
“W-What are you…?”
“I’m going to lick it too.”
“Mm, mm-uh… this perverted bastard”
“Noisy perverted bitch”
I straddled Irina’s face while making her suck my cock.
It wasn’t bad breeding first thing in the morning, but this was nice too.
“I-I’m going to lick it now… fyah, y-you should wait until I finish…!?”
“Mmm-squish… slurp slurp. Nope, first come, first served.”
“You-You dirty pervert!”
At first, Irina had been licking timidly, but as if in defiance of me, she suddenly opened her small mouth and engulfed the glans of my cock.
I didn’t let up either; I spread Irina’s labia apart and covered her somewhat immature hole with saliva—a hole that was unbearably pleasurable for me.
“N-No, you can’t be so rude… d-don’t mess around, please… I-I’m going to climax…”!!
“Slurp? Glug… good. Now, this side.”
“F-Ah!?”
I also licked her asshole.
Between the flesh of her ass cheeks, which felt like rice cakes against my cheek, I thoroughly savored Irina’s cute anus.
“S-Stop, stop it… at least just a little… stop… w-we’ll end before I can drink your seed juice…”!
“Eh… no, you don’t have to drink it? We could just shove whatever comes out into this mouth.”
I’ve heard that many women who do blowjobs often spit the semen out rather than swallow it.
But Irina, while diligently licking my glans, argued back.
“I’ll d-drink it… y-your juice, I’ve heard Apple makes you drink it every day…”
“W-Well, that’s true.”
”…I-I am at least a proper woman toward you, if nothing else. No, I want to be a proper woman. If she can do it and I can’t, my stomach won’t settle.”
“Whether you drink it or not isn’t such a big difference… well, I’m glad though.”
“If i-if you’re happy with that, then that’s enough for me… mmph!”
Irina, determined, kept sucking on my cock.
The sight of this small noblewoman desperately sucking my grotesque dick gugu-gu was incredibly dirty, and her halting yet passionate strokes vigorously stimulated my pleasure center.
And I forgot to resist, feeling the warmth of Irina’s thighs against both my ears.
“Mmph… n-… nn…! Mmph!!?”
Ejaculation.
Irina clung on like she was trying to suck it all up and swallow it, but she choked.
“Phhh…!?”
“Wa… hey, are you okay, Irina?”
Feeling a slight sense of loneliness at the fact that my cock had slipped out midway through the ejaculation, I worried about Irina, who was coughing gefu gefu. From behind her ass.
But once her cough subsided, she looked at the semen scattered on my waist and wore a face full of regret.
She must have been teary-eyed because of the cough, but it made her even more pitiful, and cute.
“I-I am… drinking it…!”
“Even if you can’t drink all of it…”
”…I-I am! I said I want to drink it!”
”…Don’t scream so loudly.”
What would that young man named Entara do if he heard that?
“I’ve properly set up the illusion… Mylord Smaison, please, just one more time, let me drink it.”
“…You don’t have to push it that hard, though…” But then again, faced with a beautiful girl who had tears welling in her eyes while begging me to drink her cum. “I-I am…♪” “Well… since you got hard, I suppose it’s fine.” My dick was incredibly eager to wake up this morning.
After accompanying Irina for her rematch, we said hello to Old Vois, who was still continuing the feast, and headed to the Teleportation Plaza. …The climate in the forest within the barrier is warm and mild, so it seems the Blue clan’s custom is to keep up the party for days on end, dozing off intermittently like a walking corpse. “So be it… Then shall we go to Sakura’s next?” “Sakura? You mean that Christy’s place?” “Aye. It is quite something over there.” Irina activated the teleportation magic, and we were enveloped in light.
Different from the salt-and-fish-smelling Blue Clan Manor, the first thing I felt was the scent of flowers.
A refreshing, lively breeze carrying a fragrance so distinct that even I, who usually don’t pay much attention to such scents, could clearly perceive it.
“O-Oh wow…”
When the dazzling brightness of the teleportation light faded and I opened my eyes, the surroundings were truly a flower field.
I had been here once before, but at the time the entire clan was in the middle of a barbecue party, so this was my first time seeing it in its normal state.
And as expected, the dominant impression was indeed flowers.
“Did I not realize there were this many flowers?”
“The last time we came, it was filled with the smell of one-horned horse yakiniku, wasn’t it?”
“Haa… Looking at it again, it’s beautiful. As expected.”
“Well, the flowers are nice, but what our ‘amazing’ refers to is something else entirely, you know?”
Irina grinned and started walking.
Sakura’s clan manor was located on the mid-slope of a gentle hill.
Following Irina up that hill, we reached a summit that served as a small observation platform.
From there, the plain beyond the hill stretched out endlessly—truly infinitely—a vast ranch.
“Woah… this is amazing…”
Scattered woods could be seen here and there, but the rest was all pastureland. Not some seasonal arrangement like around Polka, but well-managed pastures.
Dotted across that pastureland in countless numbers were one-horned horses.
The fantasy beasts said to have already gone extinct in the northern part of the continent were being raised in such astonishing numbers.
I mean, this counts as “raising,” right?
“It even looks like the one-horned horses are just overpopulating beyond control…”
“Without agricultural magic for ranching, it would be impossible for Sakura’s people alone to manage them. What you can see from here is not even one-quarter of the total.”
“…Hm?”
I thought Irina had suddenly switched to a polite way of speaking and turned around only to find Christy standing there.
The clan leader—no, acting leader—of the Sakura clan, whom I had met a few times before.
“Good day, Mr. Smayson, and Irina. I’m surprised you arrived so suddenly.”
“Aye. We are intruding, Christy.”
“Oh, hello.”
“How is it? If you don’t mind, would you like to join us for lunch here?”
Christy held up a basket and several bamboo water bottles.
“Are you sure?” He was far too efficient for a setup intended solely for our benefit. Christie offered a wry smile. “I actually prepared this as portions for my father and his disciples, who are currently visiting the one-horned horse herd on the other side. But… I’ve had extra made to spare, so they’ll be taking those with them.” Perhaps Irina realized she’d put him to too much trouble; she laughed with a troubled expression. “That’s very kind of you.” “It’s no trouble at all. It would be far sadder if we couldn’t offer any hospitality to the White Clan leader and the hero of the Sacred Beast Labyrinth who have graced us with their visit.” Christie let out a light, airy laugh. …Ah, how nice. That kind of “big sister” vibe.
We were at the very top of a hill blessed with fair weather. On top of a green carpet, a picnic lunch with beautiful women and girls.
The breeze carried the crisp scent of flowers. There were sandwiches made with soft, sweet bread unique to elves and thick-cut one-horned horse ham.
And a tea with some peculiar aroma.
“This is incredibly happy…”
“Oh my. I’m so glad it suits your palate.”
“You do seem rather entranced there, Sir Smaison.”
But everything feels so pleasant, you know?
“Now I can understand why the elves say they’d rather live in the forest forever without leaving.”
“I wouldn’t expect such a reaction just over sandwiches and syrup tea.”
“Oh, how rude. …How about staying here overnight, though? We could serve more elaborate dishes if you stay at our mansion.”
Whoa. That’s an attractive proposition.
…That sounds really good.
So, so good.
This sense of satisfaction. This feeling of levitation.
And then.
Beautiful girls and a beautiful woman.
“…Christie. Something seems off about Lord Smaison. Did something strange get into the food or tea?”
“Eh? Wait, now that you mention it… ah.”
“So it did! Aah, what shall we do? If anything happens to Lord Smaison, then Diane, the Sacred Beast, the Dragon, everyone…”
This is so good.
Beautiful girls and a beautiful woman.
Irina and Christie.
…I don’t know how to put it, but as a man.
I can’t stand it.
“…………”
Unsteadily, my legs moved on their own, standing me up. I wasn’t consciously shifting my center of gravity. It felt like I was being pulled along.
But I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Faintly, yet clearly.
“L-Lord… Smaison?”
“Th-that’s right, the decoction from the Ganetsuki herb fruits should have had a mild awakening effect on humans…”
“Christie!?”
The two of them were saying something, but I didn’t quite understand, so I just let it wash over me.
I casually grabbed the nearby Christie, clamped both of her hands, and kissed her.
Christie’s eyes went wide.
“Su-Smythe-san!!”
I ignored Irina’s shocked exclamation as expected, thoroughly ravaging Christie’s mouth.
”…Let me.”
She murmured in a dazed voice.
“T-That… what does that mean…”
“Sex.”
“I, um… you mean… me…”
She said with a troubled expression on her face. Well, being just troubled is fine, I guess.
“Yeah. Christie, I want to screw you.”
“Ah… th-that’s right… there’s no helping it.”
Christie laughed with a pained look on her face.
“Please.”
“Christie, what are you doing!?”
“But it’s not someone I can entrust this to.”
Despite her wry smile, she slowly undid the buttons.
Partway through, I grabbed her shirt and snapped the buttons off with a pop, exposing Christie’s breasts.
They were big.
”…Mmph”
“Ahn”
Christie accepted me suddenly burying my face into her breasts without particular reproach.
I pinned her down, pulled up her skirt to expose her lower body.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Perverted. This woman is a pervert.
“No panties…”
“T-the ones who wear underwear and those who don’t… it depends on the clan…”
“In other words, Christie wanted me to come in…”
“D-don’t! I didn’t… mean that!”
“Wh-What are you saying, you shameless creature!!”
“B-but if you refused, then you would…”
“We accept you and nothing else!”
“You’re both so loud.”
I spread Christie’s legs, which offered little resistance, applied saliva to her barely wet vaginal canal, and forcefully thrust into her.
“Mm… u, khhh…”
Then, ignoring Christie, who closed her eyes at the sensation of a foreign object, I took Irina’s hand, pulled her close, and kissed her.
“W-What!? S-Smythe-san, that girl is…”
“P-Please say you’re okay… mmph… I, we have been with Smythe-san many times…!”
“U, um… ah, ugh!?”
With one hand I raised Christie’s leg, with the other held Irina close, and I swayed my hips.
……Ah, I feel really good. So comfortable, actually.
◇◇◇
“Putting all the information together. There is no doubt that Undi and Irina were walking through multiple clan territories yesterday.”
“Ho. It seems there are even reports of them looking suspiciously friendly with one another.”
“……In other words, this is”
“A sneaky start, isn’t it.”
“That is simply unforgivable.”
“A-alright… I think we should consider the possibility that they’re in some more dangerous situation and……”
“Let’s go, Lyra. You wouldn’t claim you can’t fly without your master’s orders in a situation like this, would you?”
“To sneak up on us and lurk damply in the forest, of all things. ……It’s been so long since we’ve had the chance to crash an uninvited party without any hesitation♪”
“I, too, feel I must have some words with Her Ladyship Irina.”
“Uh… um… …Oh dear, let me just be more sensible here.”
“Good luck, everyone! ☆ Oh, and won’t Neia try wearing a bolder outfit next time?”
“Eeeek!? N-no, that’s fine, really fine!!”
(To Be Continued)